#y’all make my heart go 💞💞

[johnsbleu]

Hi!! What was the chapter that Winston met Ro? I just remembered that. It was so cute I wanna re read it 😭❤️

it was chapter 147! i will say that we may be seeing winston again soon 🤭

[crossbackpoke-check]

live footage of me when y’all say nice things about me & my tags:

[lewisvinga]

roscoe’s daddy | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; in which famous veterinarian, y/n, gets a world famous patient ( and his father is pretty cute himself )

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested !i shall write as many lewis smaus as my heart desires bc there’s a huge lack of em here 😭 and there was lowk a lack of poc vet pics on pinterest sorry bookie 😣

masterlist !

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yourusername: busy day in the office but look who came in for a checkup? 💗

tagged; roscoelovescoco

roscoelovescoco: feeling’s all’s better now’s !

username: i love when grown men pretend to be their dogs on instagram

username: y’all think lewis would use roscoe’s instagram account to rizz y/n up?

username: ROSCOEEEEEE?????

username: what an icon

username: roscoe😭💗💓💞

lewishamilton: y/n is a lovely doctor and made roscoe feel at ease! i really recommend her if you’re wondering about taking your pets to her :)

yourusername: awh lewis🥹🥹 you’re too kind 💗

username: lewrizz

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liked by roscoelovescoco, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: mini photo dump of this past week + seeing a very special guest ( and his father ) again because someone got into a bag of chocolate ! 😁

tagged; roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton

roscoelovescoco: you’s the best’s 🐶💓 liked by yourusername !

username: i bet lewis made roscoe eat chocolate so he could see y/n again

username: what are yall on

yourbestfriend: i know you resisted the urge to call him roscoe’s daddy 🙈🙈

yourusername: I CANT STAND YOU😭😭😭

username: LMAOO NOT Y/B/F EXPOSING Y/N

username: no ur so real bc lewis IS daddy idk

lewishamilton: oh🤨

yourusername: lewishamilton look away now

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liked by lewishamilton, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: guess i get to see my patient and his daddy all the time now, but hey! i’m definitely not complaining

tagged; lewishamilton, roscoelovescoco

lewishamilton: 😁😁😁

lewishamilton: guess i don’t have to make up excuses for roscoe to see you🤔

yourusername: knew there was a reason why you came to me saying roscoe ‘ate chocolate’ when he was magically healed otw from your house to my clinic🤔🤔

username: TOLD YALL HE WAS USING ROSCOE TO GET Y/N😭😭

username: LMAOOOO LEWIS IS SO😭😭

yourbestfriend: he’s a good man, y/n, a very good man

yourbestfriend: with money and a cute dog get that bag queen

yourusername: ??!-@;@2&:

username: no bc she’s so real, get that g wagon queen

username: lewis gonna end up w a house full of pets LMAO

username: WAIT WHATTT

username: roscoe ultimate wingman 🫡🫡🫡

username: imagine going to work only to see ur future bf there OOOU i should be a vet 😫

username: not only her future bf BUT LEWIS HAMILTON??

username: wait im living for this

[bbyjackie]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

one piece social media + dating feat: sanji

》 almost everyone wanted sanji's ver

♡ liked by sogekingg.usopp, FRAAANKY and 3.9k others

_ynln: hard launch

tagged: blackleg.sanji

theroronoa.zoro: what is he pondering so hard about 💀💀 (liked by nicorobin)

↳ blackleg.sanji: i was staring at a polaroid of the most beautiful, fantastic, gorgeous, jaw-dropping, mind consuming, pretty, lovely, enchanting, heart-throbbing, charming, attractive, cute, captivating, bewitching, stunning, irresistible, elegant, heavenly.. see more

↳ theroronoa.zoro: oh my god forget i asked

sogekingg.usopp: wdym your relo has BEEN hard launched since like four months ago 🤨🤨

↳ _ynln: sad 💔💔 i wanted to soft launch it but that was never possible

↳ theroronoa.zoro: i was trying to sleep and all i heard was screaming

↳ lovenami: real, if i was sanji i would be shocked too if i pulled yn ☝️

↳ blackleg.sanji: @theroronoa.zoro I HAD TO ANNOUNCE TO THE WORLD THAT MY DEAR YN SAID YES 💞💘💝💗

↳ sogekingg.usopp: y’all got NO faith in sanji 😭😭

p1rateking_luffy: what's hard launch?

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_ynln: he made me dinner, i might just cuff him rn 😪🤞

tagged: blackleg.sanji

p1rateking_luffy: OOOO IM COMING TO THE KITCHEN RIGHT NOW 😄😄

↳ blackleg.sanji: don't even try, i locked the door

↳ p1rateking_luffy: LET ME IN!!1!1!!1

↳ theroronoa.zoro: LUFFY STOP BANGING ON THE DOOR I CAN HEAR YOU FROM THE GYM

↳ p1rateking_luffy: LET ME INNNN PLEASEEEEE

↳ _ynln: luffy omg wait im making you a plate 😭

↳ p1rateking_luffy: OOO THANKS YN

↳ p1rateking_luffy: btw whats a hard launch

_ynln: @blackleg.sanji you actually look so fine in this photo i might just have to delete it 😮‍💨😮‍💨🫵

↳ blackleg.sanji: ANYTHING YOU WANT MY LOVE 😍😍😍

blackleg.sanji: DO IT. I WOULD GLADLY MARRY YOU MY LOVE. IF THAT MEANS THAT I GET TO BE WITH YOU EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY I WILL GET ON MY KNEES RIGHT NOW. I WILL COOK FOR YOU FOR EVERY MEAL AND BUY YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT BEAUTIFUL GIRL 🧎🏼‍♂️🧎🏼‍♂️❣️❤️‍🔥💓💘💗💞💝💕

↳ _ynln: ok 😭

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priv.ynn: usopp is a real one for taking these photos ☝️☝️

tagged: blackleg.sanji

sogekingg.usopp: I AM THE CERTIFIED BEST WINGMAN 💪💪

blackleg.sanji: I WILL KEEP THESE PHOTOS IN MY WALLET AND PUT THEM NEXT TO MY PILLOW SO THAT WHEN I WAKE UP I AM REMINDED THAT I HAVE BEEN BLESSED I LOVE YOU MY YN 🥰🥰😘😚🤩

↳ theroronoa.zoro: yn blink twice if you need help

↳ lovenami: ngl yeah that was a bit concerning 😭😭 (liked by nicorobin, sogekingg.usopp)

↳ priv.ynn: EVIL AHHAHA

p1rateking_luffy: yn what's hard launch?

CAPTAIN.KIIIID: i hate happy people

ilovecottoncandychopper: i love that you guys love eachother ❣️

↳ nicorobin: agreed

↳ priv.ynn: AWW YOU GUYS <333

♡ liked by _ynln, S0U1K1NGBR00K and 7.4k others

lovenami: robin w us in spirit </3

tagged: _ynln

S0U1K1NGBR00K: May I see both your panties? 🤲

↳ lovenami: words cannot explain how much i DONT want that (liked by _ynln)

↳ blackleg.sanji: NO ONE DESERVES TO SEE SOMETHING SO INTIMATE OF YN'S OR NAMI'S I WILL FIGHT YOU 🤺🤺‼️

sogekingg.usopp: YOU GUYS SAID WE'D GO SEE BARBIE TOGETHER WTF ?!?

↳ _ynln: WE LITERALLY INVITED YOU BUT YOU WERE TOO BUSY MAKING FUNNY FACES WITH LUFFY 🤨🤨

↳ sogekingg.usopp: YOU SHOULDVE SLAPPED ME

↳ p1rateking_luffy: WAIT I WANTED TO SEE BARBIE TOO

↳ p1rateking_luffy: anyway what's hard launch?

↳ lovenami: luffy you can barely concentrate on a five minute video, we aren't taking you to the theatre for two hours 💀💀

↳ _ynln: yeah luf, love u but you're gonna be bouncing off walls by the 20 minute mark 😔😔

nicorobin: so pretty! (liked by _ynln, lovenami, blackleg.sanji)

↳ _ynln: MISSED U SM ROBIN 💔

↳ blackleg.sanji: I AGREE MY YN LOOKS SO GORGEOUS SHE RIVALS EVEN GODDESSES, I LOVE HER SM I WOULD FLOP OVER A PUDDLE BECAUSE DIRT DOES NOT EVEN DESERVE TO BE WITHIN HER VICINITY ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💗💘‼️💝💕💞❣️💘🥰😍😘😚😮‍💨😍☝️🫵

↳ FRAAANKY: sanji im worried you're one more comment away from a restraining order

blackleg.sanji 2h

[blackleg.sanji] _ynln replied to your story: omg sanji stop im so in love with you 😔💞

[pedrithink]

delicate ✩ jude bellingham

about: the massive hate you are getting on internet and the way jude stood by you, supporting you.

couple: jude bellingham x reader! singer

request: hey babyyyy! what do u think about a jude x reader (maybe olivia rodrigo fc) ?? xxx love u

face claim: olivia rodrigo

NOW: Jude’s Bellingham talks ‘Real Madrid’, His first World Cup’s impressions & His favorite Y/N’s songs.

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user1 he’s so perfect 🥹 yn and him seemed like soulmates

user2 I REMEMBERED WHEN YN POINTED AT JUDE DURING GORGEOUS AND HE TOOK A PHOTO AND SHE WAS ALL GIGGLY

user3 yn once said “you’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts” and “they say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives. you know I love a london boy.”

user4 @user3 im yn

user5 imagine being jude bellingham and having yn write her best love songs and best title tracks about you a DREAM

judebellingham has added to their story

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ynusername vampire song and video out now 🧛🏼. writing this song helped me sort through lots of feelings of regret, anger, and heartache. it's one of my favorite songs on the album and it felt very cathartic to finish. im so happy it's in your hands now and I hope it helps u deal with any bloodsuckers in your lite. all my thanks 4ever 🫶🏻

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judebellingham proud of you, vampie 🧛🏼🩸🥹🫶🏻

ynusername @judebellingham love u babs

user1 vampire is one of the best songs ever

user2 another song about another ex 🥱🙄

user3 @user2 literally let people write out their feelings or WHATEVER they want. obviously yall can only attack women for this tho...

user4 people calling yn boring or overrated for writing songs about her ex does not sit right w me …. like let her write about whatever she wants?? she’s 20??? all singers have songs about their ex’s???? stfu

user5 @user4 SPEAK. ON. IT

user6 "yn makes too much songs ab her ex" "all she write is break up songs, she’s so obsessed"

ok then stop listening to her songs 🤷🏻‍♀️

user7 whaaaaat 😭 why are there so many people mad that yn wrote some songs about her ex. meanwhile, there are men who only write songs about fucking hoes and using drugs and yet they still get praised for it 🥱

judebellingham

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judebellingham date night with vampie to celebrate all of her achievements, proud of u ❤️‍🩹

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ynusername 🧛🏻‍♀️🩸❤️‍🩹🧛🏼

user8 JUDE CALLING YN VAMPIE >>>>

user9 i hope i find someone who supports me the way jude supports yn

user10 ill always be soft for these two. its amazing how jude supports yn in any way he can and yn never forgets to save jude a seat. fucking POWER COUPLE!!!

user11 @user10 i just love them

user12 lets talk about the fact that at the 2020 grammys she didn’t feel like there was someone to celebrate with and now she has one and he helps her and supports her and take her on dates when she achieves more and more in her singing career 🥹

user13 yn and jude be like: happiest relationship of my life, so let’s go cheer for my breakup songs together 💕💞💓💗💖💘

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ynusername delicate is out now 🫧 surprise song for y’all, hope u like it 🫶🏻

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user14 delicate video really speaks to me. yn let go of the world's expectations of how she should act, smile and behave. once she did that, she was able to find who she was looking for. i’m shaking and crying, so so proud of our baby!!!!

user15 @user14 it’s already my favorite music video of her!!!! i love the lyrics 2

user16 these pics were taking by jude i’m CRYING and the lyrics… I JUST LOVE HIM EVEN MORE

user17 @user16 yeah 🥹 i’m so happy that she found someone that makes her feel like that

user18 delicate is one of the most beautiful songs yn has ever written, it’s so GENUINE.

[naturesapphic]

heyyyy!!! if u can could u write a fic where the reader and billie are best friends but it all changes when the reader jokes about calling billie “mommy” but billie gets turned on by it (turns into smut if possible) 💞💞💞💞💞💞

Mommy? Sorry? Mommy?

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, fingering

“Billie!” You giggled out as billie was telling you a hook up gone wrong and the two of you were laughing y’all’s asses off about it. “Then- then! She she moaned out another girls name!” Billie said gasping dramatically which made you laugh harder. “Oh my God! That’s awful! How do you get with such weirdos?” You ask your best friend and she shrugs, fixing the hat on her head. “Don’t know but don’t get on to me! You hook up with weirdos too!” She laughed out, showing the metal in her teeth.

You roll your eyes playfully and shove her gently making her giggle. “Well it sounds like my weirdos aren’t worse than yours.” You clap back and she shakes her head. “What’s the craziest name someone called you during sex?” You ask Billie and she thinks for a moment. “Mommy.” She says bluntly and you stifle your giggle. “Mommy? Sorry? Mommy?” You tease and Billies face got red in the face from your words. “Say it again.” She spoke in a quiet whisper and you felt your whole body get chills. “Uh….mommy? I mean they weren’t wrong. You give off such huge mommy and daddy vibes so-“ you said but got interrupted by Billie’s lips ghosting over yours.

“B-Billie?” You whisper and she smiles, looking deep into your eyes. “I give off daddy and mommy vibes?” She asks, making sure she heard you right. “That’s what I just said yes-“ you said with a bit of attitude that made Billie roll her eyes but still had a smile plastered on her face. “I want to make you moan it.” She confessed and you felt your face go tomato red from her words. The two of you didn’t say anything for a few seconds until you surged forward and connected your lips with your best friends. Billie kissed back immediately and pushed you gently on your back so it hits the couch cushions. She pulls back for a moment and takes off her jacket, leaving her in her oversized shirt and pants. “Is this okay? I don’t want to go further if you don’t want this.” Billie asks with softness laced in her voice.

“Y-yes I want this. I want you bils…” you stated and Billie’s lips curved up into a huge smile that made your heart melt. She leaned back down to capture your lips to hers again and started taking off your pants, leaving you in your underwear. She rips your panties off and pulls away to look at you. “Fuck…so gorgeous…” she groans as she takes in the beauty of your glistening pussy. She goes back to kissing you and then starts attacking your neck, her hands go to your hips as she spreads your legs wide. Billie starts rubbing your cunt softly with her fingers, the coolness of her rings making you shiver and moan. “You’re so wet Angel…so wet for me…” she says in a low voice making your pussy clench. She inserts two fingers into you making you gasp out in surprise, your walls swallowing her fingers easily.

Billie pumped her fingers as she used her thumb to start attacking your clit. “O-oh….b-Billie!” You moan out and Billie stops her movements making you whine out. “Tsk tsk…you know that’s not my name baby…”. Billie reminds you and you whimpered. “Mommy..” you whisper and she smiles, pumping her fingers at an ungodly pace. You throw your head back and chanted mommy over and over again. “G-gonna cum mommy!” You moan out as you felt the tightness in your stomach. “Let go baby. Be a good girl for mommy and cum.” She sweetly instructed. You moaned at her words and came all over her fingers making her groan. She pulls out and places her fingers in her mouth, moaning at your taste. “Maybe you should call me mommy more.”

A/n: thank you for the amazing request anon! I hope you and everyone else enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[yelena-bellova]

Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: September 26th, 2003

Plot: There are very few tragedies in life that come with warning.

Word Count: 12.8k (longest chapter yet)

Warnings: tlou ep.1 spoilers, language, canon-typical violence, gore, blood, guns, death, loss of a child, injuries, implied smut (16+)

A/N: Well, we’ve arrived at that fateful chapter…this took so long to even be emotionally able to write. There are so many small details that I hope people catch, and plenty of things to remember for future chapters.

As always, this series is 16+ and I will not be adding anyone to the taglist unless your age/range is specified in your bio. Gotta look out for younger eyes 👀

I hope y’all enjoy this one, and thank you so much for all the kind words, theories and general love I receive throughout the week 💞

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September 26th, 2003. Austin, Texas.

There are very few tragedies in life that come with warning.

Families of the terminally ill are given a vague timeline of when they’ll lose their loved one.

Soldiers are told before marching into battle that they may lose their life.

But a car crash does not announce itself before causing the collision.

A heart attack doesn’t prepare its victim before it steals their breath.

Nor did Cordyceps feel it owed the world any notice before it arrived.

On the morning of September 26th, Y/n was awoken by strips of sunlight coming through the blinds of Joel’s bedroom window. She was the early riser out of the two and she never minded, it gave her more time to admire the handsome lump weighing her down.

Y/n brushed a strand of hair off her boyfriend’s forehead and pressed a feather light kiss to it. Joel didn’t wake easily, but she liked to say she at least tried the sweet way before having to go nuclear. She gently rubbed his back, running her palm up and down the warm skin, but it only made him settle deeper into her chest. Y/n smiled and shook her head, knowing that in mere seconds….

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

It truly was miraculous how deep Joel could go into his rest. Y/n rolled her eyes and tried to reach across the pillows to switch off the clock, her fingers wiggling in the air as she strained. With his arms firmly wrapped around Y/n’s body, Joel didn’t even budge.

Finally, salvation came in the form of Sarah banging on the bedroom door, jolting Joel awake.

“Alarm,” the girl called, raising her voice the second time, “Alarm!”

“Thank you,” Y/n called back.

Joel rolled over, barely aware of his surroundings, and switched off the clock. He pushed up on one arm and turned back to his girlfriend, watching him with a smirk.

“What?”

Y/n shook her head, “You must be great in emergencies.”

Joel rubbed at his eyes, “Maybe I’m a little tired because someone wore me out last night.”

“Oh, don’t blame me for this,” Y/n laughed, “A year and a half and I’ve never seen you wake up when your alarm goes off. Not once.”

Joel looked down at her, squinting from the sunlight, a small smile playing on his lips, “Maybe I hear it, but there’s a more compellin’ reason to ignore it.”

He slipped back down into the sheets, resting his head once again on Y/n’s chest.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Y/n began to shimmy out of his arms, “We gotta get up.”

Joel tightened his hold around her torso, “My birthday, I make the rules.”

“No, it’s your birthday and Sarah and I make the rules,” Y/n corrected. Joel had never been one for celebrating the day, meaning it was up to Sarah and Y/n to make the day special, “What you want actually ranks very low on the list.”

Joel was paying very little attention to his girlfriend’s words, trailing a line of kisses up the chest of his t-shirt she was wearing and across her neck. “Five minutes,” he mumbled against her skin.

“No,” Y/n denied, her pulse speeding up the further his lips travelled.

“Yes,” Joel ignored her protests, making his way up to where her jawline met her ear.

“No,” Y/n laughed, her words not lining up with her reaction as she ran a hand over Joel’s hair.

“Say it again, honey,” Joel whispered against her ear, “And mean it.”

Y/n was teetering on the edge of letting him take what he wanted, but her loyalty to Joel’s daughter won out. “Sarah’s cooking you breakfast,” she said, slipping her hand between their chests, “And I’m not gonna be the one to tell her that her dad missed out on her efforts because he was horny.”

Joel snorted, dropping his head and laughing against Y/n’s chest.

Y/n pulled his face up to hers and laid a kiss on his lips, “Happy Birthday.”

“Just another reminder I’m gettin’ old,” Joel grumbled.

“True,” Y/n smiled, taking his scratchy cheeks into her palms, “But you’re my old man.”

Joel chortled, running his hands over Y/n’s body one last time before reluctantly rolling off of her. Their day had to begin, whether he wanted it to or not…

The two got dressed for work, while Y/n hadn’t officially moved in with the Millers, it was her second home. She kept practically one of everything in Joel’s room because of how often she slept over.

Y/n was the first of them down the stairs, landing in the kitchen where Sarah was already laying strips of bacon in a pan, “Can you take this so I can get the eggs?”

“You got it,” Y/n responded, switching places with the girl.

Sarah opened the fridge doors, getting a whiff of the inside, “When was the last time we cleaned this out?”

“Uh, two weeks ago, I think,” Y/n replied.

“Well, something died in it recently,” Sarah stated, grabbing a bowl to whisk the eggs in.

Sarah and Y/n’s relationship had stayed as steady as her and Joel’s. She’d expected some sort of pushback eventually, Sarah had just hit the teenage years, but it had yet to come. Y/n theorized it was because the young girl was just happy to have a woman in her life, but she felt like that was giving herself too much credit.

With the protein cooking on the stove, Sarah started searching through the cabinets. Joel had just come downstairs, still buckling his belt.

“Where’s the pancake mix?” Sarah asked her dad.

Still groggy, Joel scrunched his brows. “Oh, I was-” he’d forgotten the trip to the store he was supposed to take the night before, “Yeah, I was. Sorry.”

“I was gonna make you birthday pancakes,” his daughter complained, marching to the fridge and muttering to herself, “I swear…”

Joel ignored the smell of the food cooking and headed straight for the coffee pot, “You know, I don’t really like pancakes.”

“I know you don’t,” Sarah replied, pouring a glass of orange juice, “It was for my and Y/n’s benefit.”

“We’ll survive,” Y/n said, working on the eggs while Sarah was away, “Though pancakes are a weird thing to not like.”

Joel bristled at his girlfriend’s remark, turning around and facing Sarah with the glass of juice extended towards him.

“Vitamin C,” she explained.

For as much as Joel took care of his daughter, the roles were beginning to shift the older they both got. Sarah could spot his bad habits and tried to fix them wherever she could, the biggest one being his lack of actual nutrition. The man existed on coffee.

Joel took the glass from her, setting his mug down and humoring Sarah with a sip.

Y/n chuckled as she watched his expression turn sour, “Look more enthusiastic. I dare you.”

Joel grimaced, proceeding to pick up the coffee as soon as Sarah was back at the stove.

“You get your, uh, homework done?” Joel asked Sarah, waiting for her smile when she turned around, “Fractions?”

Sarah laughed, it was fact not only that she was ahead of her classmates, but Y/n was her tutor when it came to math. Joel wanted nothing to do with the subject.

Y/n and Sarah plated the feast and the three of them sat down at the table, as they did most mornings. Between Y/n and Joel’s work schedules and Sarah’s extracurriculars, it was the only guaranteed time they had each day to spend together.

“How old are you again?” Sarah asked her dad.

“Thirty-six,” Joel answered with a mouthful of egg.

“Gonna have to start wearing diapers soon,” Sarah joked, her tone remaining remarkably even.

”Who says I don’t already?” Joel replied, it wasn’t hard to track where Sarah’d gotten her humor from. He proceeded to pick something out of his teeth, looking to his daughter, “Shell.”

“Calcium,” she said, grinning wide with a mouthful of eggs on display.

“Lovely,” Joel muttered, looking over at Y/n as she laughed, “You’re encouragin’ bad table manners.”

Y/n shrugged and held her coffee mug to her lips, ”I see it as supporting a potential future as a comedian.”

The truck engine in the driveway signaled that Tommy was there to pick his brother and Y/n up for the day.

“Is there enough for Uncle Tommy?” Joel asked Sarah.

“There would’ve been,” Sarah grumbled into her plate, still bitter about the lack of pancakes.

“I can whip him up something, if we’ve got time,” Y/n offered.

Joel shook his head, “Nah, we gotta get going.”

Tommy entered through the garage door, the most carefree of them all. “Ay,” he clasped Joel’s shoulder, “You’re still alive, you old fucker.”

“Language,” Y/n chastised, she’d been trying for months to curb Tommy’s soldier’s mouth around Sarah. It wasn’t working.

“Aw,” Sarah cooed to Joel, “He loves you.”

“He’s dependent on me,” Joel watched his brother begin to raid his kitchen, “Not the same.”

Sarah shrugged, “I think it’s the same.”

“It’s definitely the same,” Tommy said, examining the countertops for food, “I thought we was havin’ pancakes.”

“The age started to take his memory last night,” Y/n’s tone turned serious as she pressed a hand to Joel’s bicep, “We’re meeting him where he is.”

Joel’s smirk contradicted the glare he shot his girlfriend, letting her hand stay on his arm through the teasing. “We’ll pick you up somethin’ on the road,” he addressed Tommy, “Concrete guys gonna be there?”

“Yeah, they said maybe,” Tommy replied as he opened up the fridge.

“‘Maybe?’” Joel echoed, “We can’t frame until we pour. We’re not gettin’ paid until we frame.”

Tommy started sniffing through various leftovers, “Well, we could bring someone else on, get the job done faster.”

“No, no,” Joel shook his head and cut up another bite of eggs, “I’m not splittin’ this job, I barely wanna split it with you. We could work a double.”

Sarah and Y/n both turned to him.

“Literally?” Sarah asked, “Today?”

“Joel, come on,” Y/n agreed, “Not today.”

“I know,” Joel was quick to remedy the moment, “I’d be done by nine,” he called to Tommy, “By nine, right?”

Sarah gazed across the table to Y/n, the two of them sharing a disbelieving look.

“I’ll bring back a cake,” Joel looked between the girls, “I promise.”

Y/n sighed, holding her coffee cup to her chest. Joel had been pulling double shifts more and more recently. She’d been meaning to talk to him about it, how she and Sarah had been missing him, but she was in no position to stop him from working. Money was tight and contract work was never a sure thing.

A news broadcast broke up the top 40 station Sarah had turned the radio on to while cooking. “Continued disturbances in Jakarta…” the voice announced, the clinking of silverware against plates breaking it up, “But are advising U.S. citizens-“

“Jakarta?” Joel repeated, “Where is that? Middle East?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” Tommy shook his head, holding a coffee cup, “It’s definitely a country. Or maybe a part of Asia?”

Y/n smiled and tilted her head at Sarah, who was already prepared to answer.

“Jakarta isn’t a country,” she interjected, “Being a part of Asia isn’t mutually exclusive with being a country and in fact, it’s the capital of Indonesia.”

“That’s my girl,” Y/n said proudly.

“Shit,” Tommy grinned, “Hope for us yet.”

Joel took a final sip of his coffee before slapping his hand against his bare wrist, still expecting his broken watch to be there. He, instead, dug into his pocket checked the time on his cell phone.

“All right,” he announced to his daughter, collecting his and Y/n’s plates, “Finish up quick. We’ll drop you off.”

“I’m still eating my eggshells,” Sarah said.

“You got seven minutes,” Joel replied, dumping the dishes in the sink for later.

“Your t-shirt’s inside out.”

Joel looked down, deflated at the trip he now had to make back upstairs, “Shit.”

Sarah waited till he was out of the room and cocked a suspicious eyebrow at Y/n.

“Pop that thing down, missy,” Y/n pointed downwards, “Your dad just pays shockingly little attention for someone who works with power tools.”

Tommy smiled over the wings he’d taken for himself, “He’s losin’ it.”

Y/n laughed and nudged Sarah’s leg, “C’mon, finish up.”

Sarah scooped the last bite of egg into her mouth and handed her plate to Y/n, who brushed past Tommy on her way to the sink. She reversed a few steps to get a whiff of the chicken.

“Found the smell,” she called out to Sarah, patting Tommy’s shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“Stomach of steel,” he replied, setting his plate on the edge of the sink and planting a kiss on Y/n’s cheek. The two of them had become as good as siblings.

Y/n climbed up the stairs and down the hall to Joel’s room. He emerged just as she approached, brushing his hand across her hip as they passed one another. As much as they both loved pouring out the fullness of their affection, the casual intimacies were their favorites.

Grabbing her keys and wallet off Joel’s dresser, Y/n peeked out the window and waited till she saw Joel outside with Tommy. “Sarah,” she called down the hall.

Sarah tiptoed her way in, just to be safe, “Good?”

“Yep,” Y/n nodded.

Sarah found the assigned drawer, digging through Joel’s possessions to pull out his broken watch. She’d developed the plan to fix it as a birthday present last month and had gotten Y/n in on it.

“You’ve got the money?” Sarah checked.

Y/n flipped through the bills in her wallet, “Should be enough.”

Sarah thumbed through Joel’s cash and pulled out a few extra, smiling mischievously, “Now we can be sure.”

“Sarah! Y/n!” Joel called from the truck, Tommy was honking the horn.

Slipping the watch into her backpack, Sarah and Y/n quickly left the bedroom and headed down the stairs. Y/n hung back to make sure the coffee pot and stove were off before exiting out the front door. From the porch, she could see Sarah was in conversation with Mr. Adler next door. Or rather, dodging conversation.

“Make ‘em happy,” Joel encouraged, passing Y/n to grab another load of tools.

“I could come by after school, but just for like, a little bit,” Sarah offered.

“She’ll take what you got,” Mr. Adler replied as he fed his elderly mother-in-law, “Y’all can bake or whatever. Speakin’ of,” the man held up a plate, “We got a lotta extra here, y’all want some biscuits?”

“Dad,” Sarah masterfully tossed the ball to Joel, “You love biscuits.”

“I do,” Joel replied cheerily, “But Y/n’s got me on Atkins.”

Y/n snorted, watching the exchange go down from the bed of the truck.

“On what now?” Mr. Adler asked.

“It’s uh-“ Joel stopped himself, “You know, we gotta run but Sarah’ll be by later. She’ll stay as long as you want,” he smiled genuinely to his neighbors and smugly to his daughter, “Tell you all about Atkins.”

“Great, I’ll let Connie know,” Mr. Adler called back as Joel took Y/n’s hand and led her around the truck, “Hey, Y/n, you’re invited too.”

She peeked over the truck’s flatbed, “I’ll be working, but I’ll come grab Sarah on my way home.”

“Thank you,” Sarah smiled at her dad’s girlfriend, glaring at her father himself, “Solid.”

Joel held the door open for them, smirking at Y/n. “Thirty minutes, then you can rescue her,” he instructed.

“I never suggested Atkins,” she replied, sliding into the backseat beside Sarah.

“Can’t tell you how exciting it was listenin’ to that fuckin’ conversation,” Tommy commented, his speech molding around the cigarette between his lips.

“Put that out,” Joel said, a second before Y/n could form the same words.

Tommy flicked the smoke out onto the driveway, “Happy birthday to you.”

The truck pulled out into the cul-de-sac, carrying each of them off to their separate days.

Once Sarah had been dropped off at school and Y/n at the hardware store, Joel and Tommy headed across town to their construction site.

“Y’all got plans for tonight?” Tommy asked as they rode.

“If I don’t bring a cake home, they’re gonna string me up,” Joel answered, “Other than that, nothin’.”

His brother chuckled, “Least they gang up on you together. I got a buddy who just brought his girl home, his kid can’t stand her.”

Joel wasn’t an idiot, he knew how lucky he was that his girlfriend and daughter got along. No, they did better than just get along. They were practically inseparable. He’d take as much shit as they could give him, so long as they did it together.

“When’re you gonna marry that girl?”

It wasn’t the first time Tommy had asked that question. It had been increasing in frequency over the last few months. After they’d passed their one year anniversary, it became a thought consuming more and more space in Joel’s mind. It had taken enough time to sort out his thoughts and fears on the subject of going into marriage again, but it had been something that week that had settled him on the matter.

Monday night, Y/n had dropped by after her shift to help Sarah with homework. Joel had been at work, but when he got home, he expected to see them waiting for him at the kitchen table. Finding only silence, he climbed the stairs and peeked into Sarah’s room. Y/n was sitting against the headboard of Sarah’s bed, the young girl tucked into her shoulder, the math homework spread across their laps.

In the seemingly meaningless display of affection, Joel saw so much more. He saw the rest of his life. He could finally give Sarah a crucial piece of happiness that she’d been deprived of. He could have the love he’d craved and denied himself for so many years. The three of them, a family.

He was going to ask Y/n to marry him that weekend.

“I was gonna head to that place in the mall tomorrow morning,” Joel replied, his fingers rubbing together in anticipation. The last few weeks of working double shifts would pay off if he could find the perfect ring.

“Oh, shit,” Tommy grinned, “You’re actually doin’ it.”

“No reason to wait,” he said, staring ahead as if he could see his bright future.

“Think she’ll say yes?” Tommy asked, practically bleeding from the daggers Joel shot at him. He heartily laughed, “You get Sarah’s blessin’?”

A small smile stretched across Joel’s lips, “I know I already got it. But yeah, I’m gonna show her the ring, ask her officially.”

“Girl’s not gonna say no,” Tommy replied, making a turn onto the street the construction site was on, “She’s as crazy about her as you are.”

Joel couldn’t see any reason why Sarah would reject Y/n, she liked her better than she did Joel half the time. But he’d still never make such a big decision without consulting his daughter.

“You fucker,” Tommy chuckled, smacking Joel’s chest, “Won the damn lottery.”

Joel smiled out the window, he knew it too.

——————

Y/n’s day went by as slow as possible. She kept moving around the hardware store, helping employee and customer alike with anything they needed. All she needed was to stay busy until 3PM when she’d clock out an hour early, pick Sarah up at the house and they’d head downtown to the watch repair shop.

She absentmindedly spinning down one of the aisles, passing Melinda, one of her co-workers.

“Head outta the clouds, kid,” she chuckled.

“I’m on the ground,” Y/n replied, doing another twirl, “I just need this fucking day to end.”

Melinda went back to hanging inventory, “You and Joel got big plans tonight?”

“I was gonna grill us up some steaks,” she shrugged, “Cake. He’ll get squirmy if Sarah and I spoil him too much.”

“I got a question,” Melinda rested her arm on a shelf, “And if it’s too personal, you tell me. I won’t care, but you can tell me.”

Y/n giggled, “Okay.”

“Are you two ever gonna get married?”

Y/n’s movements came to a stop in the middle of the aisle. She’d been thinking more and more about what it might look like to marry Joel. It wasn’t like she was daydreaming about meaningless details like what dress she’d wear or what color roses would serve as centerpieces. She thought about waking up in Joel’s arms every morning, cooking breakfast for Sarah, being there for every moment, big or small. That was what she cared about.

Joel had eventually opened up to her about his ex-wife and what her abandonment had done to both him and Sarah. Y/n knew it was a scar that was as healed as it could be. She would never rush Joel into making a decision about their future, but she’d have been lying if she’d said she didn’t want to eventually wear his ring on her finger.

“I’m not sure,” she answered honestly.

“Well, he needs to lock you down,” Melinda pointed towards Y/n with a hammer, “My cousin, came in last week, got one look at you, he’s been asking me for your number all week.”

Y/n laughed, “Ring or no ring, I’m locked down. This is it for me.”

The women turned their attention down the aisle to a man, taking sloppy steps down the aisle. It was barely two in the afternoon, a little early to already be drunk, but Texas took the rules of happy hour very loosely.

Melinda groaned, “Ugh, you want me to take him?”

“No, I got it,” Y/n put on her cheery voice and walked up to the customer, “Can I help you find any-“

The man spun to face her, snarling, and took a swing at Y/n. She jumped back just in time.

“What the f-“

Growling, he charged towards her again, this time using her shock against her and tackling her to the floor. Y/n screamed, shoving her hands against his chest in an effort to push him off of her.

“Fuck!” Melinda yelled, pulling at the guy’s legs, “Help! We need help!”

Y/n stared into the man’s eyes, they were glazed over entirely, filled with pure, animalistic rage. He snarled and bit at the air before wrapping his hand around her neck. She used all her strength to push him away, her breath stuck in her throat. He lunged to burrow his face where his hand lay, Y/n couldn’t get him off her, but she kept him from getting any closer.

The manager, Don, sprinted down the aisle with a few other guys and pulled the attacker off of Y/n. The man fought back, growling and clawing relentlessly at her. One of the employees dropped him on the ground and sat on him, ensuring he didn’t go anywhere.

Y/n scrambled to her feet, Don came to embrace her.

“You okay?”

She was fighting to catch her breath, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“I’m callin’ the police,” Melinda announced, rushing off to the phone at the front desk.

“What happened?” Don asked, moving to hold Y/n’s arms.

“I-I don’t know,” she ran a hand through her hair, “He came down the aisle and just lunged at me. I-I just offered to help him.”

With the man still fighting to break out of his hold, making sounds that made him seem possessed, Don pulled Y/n out of the aisle.

“I’m sorry, Don,” Y/n apologized, her voice still trembling.

“You got nothin’ to be sorry for, sweetheart,” he quickly shook his head, “Men gotta learn they can’t go gettin’ rough on a woman just cause they’ve had a bad day.”

The police arrived within ten minutes, running down the aisle and cuffing the monstrous man. Y/n stayed far away from her attacker as he was dragged out of the store, residing between Melinda and Don. She’d been asked if she wanted to press charges, but she declined. She just wanted the whole thing to be over.

“Take off now,” Don offered after the officers left.

“No, I-I’m okay,” Y/n smoothed her apron down with shaking hands.

“Don’t even try,” Don shook his head, “Get on out of here.”

Y/n took the first breath she could actually feel, wasting no time in dashing back to the break room and grabbing her purse out of her locker. She wanted to be as far away from anything about the afternoon as she could. Plus, it would mean she could pick Sarah up straight from school instead of the Adlers.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Y/n bid her co-workers farewell on the way out.

Don rasied a hand alongside Melinda, “See ya tomorrow. Wish Joel a happy birthday from us!”

The mention of his name got a smile out of Y/n, “I will.”

With Joel and Tommy having dropped her off, she had to call a cab to take her back to her apartment. She held in her tears until the front door was locked and she knew she was safe.

Why hadn’t she fought back? Fought harder? She was great with her words, but she’d never been able to physically defend herself. In the world they lived in, it was becoming more and more necessary for a woman to be able to throw a punch. Y/n felt weak for not fighting for her safety with the ferocity that Joel or Tommy would have. It just wasn’t in her nature to be violent, even if her own life was on the line.

She managed to collect herself, drying her tears and heading back down to her car. She was determined to put the incident behind her and not let it ruin her day.

Y/n parked directly outside the front of the school so Sarah couldn’t miss her. She waited against the car door, tapping her heel against the asphalt until a barrage of kids came pouring out of the building. Sarah clocked her just before she headed for the bus.

“I thought you were picking me up at home,” she called across the street.

“My shift ended early,” Y/n explained, excluding the reason why.

Sarah opened the passenger side door and jumped in, “Can we grab ice cream or something after?”

“Nice try,” Y/n started up her car, “I’m dropping you off at the Adler’s after this.”

Sarah let her head fall against her seat, with a small groan.

“Half an hour and then there’ll be some big birthday emergency,” Y/n offered, turning onto the next street over, “Seatbelt.”

It was these small domestic moments that showed just how good of a parent Y/n would make. She still didn’t believe she was doing anything exceptional, but the smallest acts of care meant the most. Making sure Sarah walked on the inside of the street, making sure she’d eaten enough, helping her with homework…all of that equated to Sarah knowing she had someone else looking out for her.

They made it downtown to the jewelry-clock repair shop within minutes. Their part of Austin was small enough that everything was five minutes away.

The owner at the front counter examined Joel’s watch, “Twenty.”

“That’s it?” Sarah asked, surprised.

“Okay,” the man smiled, “Thirty.”

“My little negotiator,” Y/n looked down at Sarah, smirking, “Let’s stick with twenty.”

“It’s a spring,” he explained as Sarah pulled out the twenty she’d taken from Joel, “I’ll do it right now.”

Y/n put an arm around Sarah’s shoulders and tugged her into her side, the two of them absentmindedly hugging as they glanced around the store. Behind them, a line of police cars followed by a fire truck sped down the street. It pulled Y/n back to an hour before.

“All day, I swear,” a woman emerged from the shop’s back room, switching between speaking in English and Arabic, “We’re closing.”

“It’s 3:15,” the owner responded, “We close at 7.”

The woman anxiously stood at the window, staring down the street. She lapsed back into Arabic as she addressed her partner, before putting her hands on Y/n and Sarah’s arms, “I’m very sorry, he cannot finish.”

“I already finished,” the man replied, holding out the boxed watch to his wife.

She pressed the box into Y/n’s hands, “You should go home.”

“W-wait,” Y/n stuttered as the woman rushed them out of the shop, “Wh-“

“Go home,” the woman urged, staring into Y/n’s eyes with a desperation a child could never understand.

She shut the door on Y/n and Sarah, flipping the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ after and pulling the blinds.

“That was weird,” Sarah muttered.

“Yeah,” Y/n watched as the woman continued shutting the blinds in the windows.

Successful in their quest, Y/n and Sarah loaded themselves back in the car and headed home. On the way, they passed four more police cars and one more fire engine. Austin had its fair share of crime, especially downtown, but this was out of the ordinary.

“What do you think’s going on?” Sarah asked at one point.

“No idea,” Y/n answered, pulling them into the driveway of Joel’s home and unbuckling, “I’ll check the news. Go be a good person.”

“I’m timing you,” Sarah said firmly.

Y/n smiled, “Go.”

Sarah dragged herself and her backpack out of the car and trudged across the Adler’s lawn. Y/n watched her lovingly, she had the biggest heart of anyone she knew, it was just butting heads with teenage hormones.

Y/n let herself into the Miller’s house, her body relaxing as soon as the door shut. She kicked off her sneakers and headed for the living room, switching on the television. She changed the channel to the local news station, expecting to see a fire or mass shooting. All the anchors said was that there had been reports of heightened violence throughout the day and that citizens should avoid going downtown. That lined up with what Y/n had experienced at the store, apparently the city of Austin was acting like a collective asshole.

Satisfied, Y/n busied herself with laundry and taking care of the dishes from breakfast until she scanned the clock, seeing it was ten past the time she said she’d pick Sarah up at.

She went outside, crossed the shared lawn and knocked on the Adler’s front door. Connie was the one to open it.

“Well, there she is,” the woman exclaimed, “Come in!”

They entered into the hallway, which smelled like cookies and mothballs, and Y/n spotted Sarah sitting in the kitchen, bag packed and a barely concealed frown on her face.

“I’m sendin’ you two home with some cookies,” Connie said, bustling around the kitchen for a Ziploc, “They’re raisin.”

“Oh, yay,” Y/n feigned excitement, following her in and stroking a hand across Sarah’s hair, “Those’re Joel’s favorite.”

Sarah fought the laugh caught in her throat, Joel would’ve rather died than touch anything with raisins in it.

Connie handed Y/n the bag and took her other hand, “You tell him happy birthday from us.”

“We will,” Y/n smiled before they headed down the hall and to the door.

“Wait,” Sarah mumbled just as they were walking out. She stopped to see Mercy, the Adler’s dog, whining at Nana Adler, seated in her chair as usual.

“Dogs are super tuned into their owners,” Y/n explained, “Some studies suggest that they can sense if their person’s in pain.”

Sarah hummed and accepted the answer, exiting out the front door with Y/n. “You were late,” she stated.

“I was doing your laundry,” Y/n replied, dipping her hand along Sarah’s through a lawn sprinkler, “So I’d say we’re even.”

The sun was just setting, a warm pink taking over the sky as night’s opening act. Kids, home from school, were playfully screaming a few houses down. Everything felt perfectly in place.

An overhead thundering encroached on the peaceful scene, drawing Sarah and Y/n’s attention skyward. Three fighter jets in formation blew over their heads, flying in the general direction of downtown.

“Air Force base isn’t too far from here,” Y/n commented, it was the only explanation that made sense.

Sarah didn’t seem too concerned, cutting ahead across the lawn and up to the front porch.

Inside, Y/n busied herself with cooking dinner while Sarah sat at the table finishing up homework. The steaks she’d bought a few days prior had gone bad, and she was searching the fridge for anything she could turn into something special.

Pressing her forehead to the appliance’s cool steel, she admitted defeat.

“You know Dad’s not picky,” Sarah tried to comfort her.

“Yeah, well, I wanted to do something nice for him,” Y/n replied, kicking her foot lightly against the fridge, “But I suppose ordering Chinese is just as special.”

“We could always run by the store,” Sarah suggested.

“Mm-mm,” Y/n shook her head, digging through the takeout menu drawer, “No one’s going anywhere while there’s all those cops on the road.”

They ended up ordering enough for themselves, Joel and Tommy, if he decided to stay for dinner. As the night went on, the food grew cold, and by eight o’clock, Y/n and Sarah grew too hungry to wait and sat on the couch with their cartons.

“If he’s home by nine,” Sarah thought the next part of her sentence over carefully, “I’ll give you a whole week off of helping me with my homework.”

“Doesn’t feel like much of a win,” Y/n shrugged, picking at another piece of orange chicken. They were coming up with bets for when they thought Joel would actually return home, “I don’t mind being on homework duty.”

“Okay, fine, um…” Sarah continued drafting, snapping her chopsticks together, “I’ll do the dishes for a week. Every load.”

Y/n waved a chopstick at the girl, “Done. But if he’s home past nine, I will…get him to learn one of the Halican Drops’ songs,” she tilted her head, “That’s a win for you and will definitely cost me.”

Sarah laughed, “Deal.”

They spent the evening talking and watching tv, the later hours eventually tiring them. Sarah leaned up against Y/n, lost in a magazine while Y/n read a book she’d left on the coffee table. The television played lightly in the background, though they’d stopped paying attention long ago.

Eventually, five after ten, a pair of keys jingled in the front door lock, signaling Sarah had won the bet.

“You locked the door this time,” Joel said, addressing his daughter, “Good job.”

“Yeah,” Sarah switched off the tv and sat up, “Y/n reminded me.”

Y/n scooted over to give Joel a spot on the couch, he flopped down on the cushions, digging his palms into his eyes.

“It’s 10,” Sarah said what they were all thinking.

“I know,” Joel groaned, pulling back up to take off his boots, “They…gave us the wrong size for the headers,” he looked over his girlfriend to Sarah, “That doesn’t mean anything to you, barely means anything to Y/n. I’m sorry.”

Y/n’s fingers walked across Joel’s leg, “And dessert would be…?”

Joel slumped forward, “Shit.”

“Come on, man,” Sarah bemoaned.

“I’ll get us one tomorrow,” Joel promised for the second time that day.

“Swear,” Sarah replied, “Or you don’t get your present.”

Joel turned, brightening up adorably fast. “You got me a present?”

“Swear,” Sarah continued.

Y/n smiled, eyeing her boyfriend with the same loving frustration as Sarah.

“On my life,” Joel swore.

Deeming it an acceptable answer, Sarah rotated and dug behind a pillow. Joel slid his hand over Y/n’s, flattening it down against his knee.

Sarah presented the box, holding it out to her dad.

“Wow,” Joel said, making a theatrical face before opening it. He hadn’t expected what was inside.

“Fixed it for you,” Sarah beamed with reserved pride.

Joel ran a thumb over the watch and held it to his ear, furrowing his brows, “Did you?”

“What?” Sarah reached for his hand.

“I don’t hear anything,” Joel continued.

“It was working four hours ago,” Y/n exclaimed, adjusting herself to sit up and examine it for herself.

The two girls barely had to raise it to their ears before they could hear the strong ticking. Sarah groaned and lightly shoved Joel, who was heartily laughing.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Screw you, man.”

“That was lame,” Sarah smiled, “You’re lame.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joel chuckled, taking another second to admire his gift, “Where’d you get the money for this?”

“Drugs,” Sarah answered, “I sell hardcore drugs.”

“It’s better than what I do,” Joel slipped the watch onto his wrist.

“It was only $20, which I stole from you.”

“Which I had,” Y/n interjected, “If you’d have given me two seconds...”

“I could have stolen $60, but I put the change back,” Sarah defended herself against Joel’s parental stare, “Because I’m an honest thief. Besides, it’s the thought that counts. And you were never gonna do it for yourself, so…”

Joel, never one to be selfish, looked on lovingly at his daughter and co-conspirator, before turning his head downward. “Thank you.”

Sarah smiled, looking to Y/n victoriously. “Oh, there’s one more,” she dug behind the pillow once again and retrieved a DVD case, “Borrowed it from the Adlers.”

Joel wasted no time in taking it from her, it was Curtis and Viper, the guiltiest of all guilty pleasure movies. “Oh, this is the one with the deleted scenes.”

“Yeah, imagine how bad those have to be,” Sarah commented, “Come on, pop it in, while it’s still your birthday.”

Y/n got up alongside Joel, “I’ll go heat up dinner and brace myself for the cinematic masterpiece I’m about to experience.”

“I showed it to you a while back,” Joel called out to her, “Remember?”

“I remember,” Y/n swung into the kitchen, “And yet I’m still with you.”

Joel smirked to himself, setting the disc in the tray and jogging off to join Y/n. “Chinese?”

“There was going to be something home cooked,” Y/n scooped some food onto a plate for Joel, “But the grocery gods were conspiring against me.”

“Kidding? This is great,” Joel replied, coming to hold Y/n’s hips and move around the kitchen with her. He settled his chin against her head, “Thank you. For all of it.”

Y/n leaned back into Joel’s chest, “I don’t see how crappy Chinese food and aiding your daughter in thievery deserves thanks but,” she twisted her neck to plant a kiss on his cheek, “I’ll take it.”

Joel absentmindedly ran his hands up Y/n’s arms, gazing down at her skin. His eyes drifted to her exposed neck, the glow of the microwave illuminating a purple splotch across her throat.

“What’s this?”

Y/n was watching the timer, “Hm?”

Joel pulled back the rest of her hair and lightly ran a finger over the skin, “Where’d you get this?”

Y/n pulled away, confusedly grabbing a spatchula out of a drawer and relfecting it back on her. Sure enough, there was a large purple bruise developing where the psycho in the hardware store had choked her.

“Hm,” Y/n thought, she hadn’t intended to ruin the levity of the night, “Uh, are we sure you didn’t put that there?”

Joel bristled at the idea, even at his most passionate, he wasn’t rough like that, “I’d never do this to you.”

Y/n sighed, pressing the ‘stop’ button on the microwave before it could beep. She pulled Joel’s food out, set it down and leaned up against the counter.

“A guy attacked me today at work,” she said softly, not wanting Sarah to hear.

Joel’s eyebrows raised two inches, his voice got low, “What?”

“He came down the aisle and just,” Y/n gestured suddenly to herself, “Tackled me to the ground. It took three of the guys, plus Don just to get him off of me.”

Joel surged forward, hovering his hand over Y/n’s neck and examining her, “How bad is it?”

“I’m okay,” Y/n gently took Joel’s hand, bringing it down to his side, “Headache from smacking my head on the floor, little sore, but fine.”

“Please tell me you called the police and pressed charges” Joel asked, fully in protector mode.

Y/n shook her head, “I didn’t wanna drag it out, I just wanted the whole thing to be over. The cops took him, they can deal with it.”

Joel braced himself against the counter to Y/n’s side, halfway-caging her in. “And you weren’t gonna tell me about it?”

“It’s your birthday,” Y/n smiled softly up at her boyfriend, “I just wanted to come home and have a normal evening with you guys. Forget it ever happened.”

Anger swelled in Joel’s stomach for whatever freak had gone after her, but his gaze stayed soft. Her pain was his pain.

“Wanna know what the worst part was?” Y/n asked, looping a finger through Joel’s and smiling sadly, “I could have fought back…but I just laid there. I tried to push him off but…”

There was no need for her to finish the sentence. Joel’s mind flashed back to the night they’d met, when that creep had laid his hand on her and she hadn’t fought back. It was one of his deepest worries, that one day someone would come at her and he wouldn’t be there to protect her.

“Can you please,” he begged, “Enroll in a self-defense class?”

“Yes,” Y/n agreed, saying whatever she could to get the night to return to normal, “I think there’s one down at the community center.”

Joel’s shoulders rose and fell with his sigh, cupping the back of her neck and drawing her into his body. She wrapped her arms around his middle, digging her face into his pec.

“I hate the world sometimes,” Joel said over her shoulder.

Y/n scoffed, “You and me both, bucko.”

They stood in each other’s arms a moment, letting the stress of the day melt away.

“Your daughter’s waiting,” Y/n smiled into Joel’s chest, “And she’s been waiting all night.”

Joel broke from her, stroking a thumb over her cheek. He was looking forward to revealing the reason for his late night hours.

With dinner in hand, Joel and Y/n headed back into the living room, where Sarah was waiting with the remote. Joel settled down in the middle of the couch, giving him room to be surrounded by his two favorite people.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he warned, as Sarah snuggled into his shoulder.

“‘Course I won’t,” she said, “It’s too riveting.”

“I make no such promises,” Y/n replied, hanging one of her legs on Joel’s knee.

Both of them were out cold within an hour.

Joel couldn’t complain even if he tried. With Sarah passed out on his leg Y/n tucked under his arm, it was the happiest he’d been the whole day.

While watching the movie, Joel’s mind kept spinning around proposal ideas. If he got the ring in the morning, he could do it that night. Or did he need to spend more time, crafting some elaborate idea involving doves and roses and all the movie shit? Y/n wasn’t fancy, she probably wouldn’t care if that was missing. All he cared about was that she said ‘yes’ and that the ring was something she could cherish the rest of their lives.

Joel gazed down at his daughter and soon-to-be fiancé, fast asleep on him. A lifetime of that was a thought he could get used to…

The vibration of his cell phone broke Joel out of his daydream. He reached forward, trying not to wake either girl, bur Y/n stirred enough to come to.

“Sorry,” he whispered, picking up the call, “Hello?”

“Joel, it’s me,” Tommy’s voice cut through, Y/n’s head was close enough to hear the call, “Uh, I’m okay.”

“Yeah?” Joel asked.

“But I’m in jail.”

Y/n sat up groggily as Joel arched back into the couch, rubbing his eyes in stress.

“Wasn’t my fault this time,” Tommy was quick to defend himself, “I was at the bar, some guy goes crazy, starts swingin’ at waitresses, I stepped in, knocked him out, cops showed up-”

Joel and Y/n shared an exhausted look, both from true tiredness and Tommy.

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” Tommy hurried, “You gotta bail me out.”

“Now?” Joel hissed.

“It’s Friday,” Tommy said, “You don’t get me out, I’m in here all weekend. It’s a fuckin’ madhouse, Joel. I gotta get out.”

Y/n rubbed the sleep out of her eye, and lowered her voice, “I’ll go get him.”

Joel’s hand shot out across Y/n’s legs, “No,” he switched conversations, “Well, which jail. Travis County?”

“Yeah, on 10th,” his little brother answered.

“Damn it, Tommy,” Joel shook his head.

Tommy took a breath, “I’m sorry…please.”

Joel waited before answering, “Okay,” he hung up his cell, “Fuckin’ idiot.”

“Joel, just let me go,” Y/n offered, gesturing to Sarah using his leg as a pillow, “You got him last time.”

“I don’t want you out this late,” Joel shot down the idea a second time, “Especially in that part of town. I’ll be back, hour tops.”

Carefully, Joel eased Sarah off of him and lifted her into his arms. He carried her upstairs to bed while Y/n stayed on the couch, trying to get her bearings.

Joel came back downstairs, grumbling to himself as he collected his wallet and keys.

“We do all this,” Y/n gestured to the empty dinner plate and gift box, “And Tommy’s still gotta one up us.”

“Yeah, well,” Joel muttered, throwing his cell phone in his pocket, “I shoulda just left him in there.”

Y/n looked up amusedly at her boyfriend, “Yeah, like you’d ever do that.”

Joel’s instinct was to protect, he couldn’t have left his brother to rot for the weekend if he tried.

Y/n got to her feet and slid a hand up Joel’s chest, bringing his restlessness to a halt. She wrapped her other hand around the base of his neck, rubbing at the permanently tense muscles.

“Happy Birthday to you,” she sleepily smiled.

Joel leaned forward to connect his lips to Y/n’s. In an ideal world, he’d carry her upstairs and they’d fall asleep in each other’s arms. But after rescuing Tommy, they’d have the whole weekend for that. Still, he poured as much love as he could into his kiss.

Neither of them knew it would be the last one they shared.

“Be safe,” Y/n told him once they broke apart.

“I will,” Joel replied, heading for the front door, “Go to bed. Be back soon.”

Y/n nodded, her eyes following him till he was out of the house. In her stupor, she wasn’t thinking of how packed the streets had been earlier in the day with cop cars. Or how the news had said there’d been increased violence in the city. Or how the story Tommy had recounted sounded eerily similar to hers. She was just tired enough that all that made sense to her was climbing into Joel’s bed and going back to sleep.

Slowly climbing the staircase, Y/n made her way down the hall. She paused outside of Sarah’s room, poking her head in to make sure she was settled. Joel had thrown a blanket over her and she was rolling over. Satisfied, Y/n pushed off of the door frame to leave.

“Mom?”

She froze in her tracks, she’d barely moved out of sight before Sarah had called for…someone. Not her. It couldn’t be her. But who else? She had no memory of her birth mo-

“Mom?”

Y/n’s chest fluttered, it could only be her. She hesitated to answer, “Yeah?”

“Where’s Dad?” Sarah asked, her eyes were still scrunched but she was looking to Y/n’s silhouette.

“He had to run by Uncle Tommy’s,” Y/n answered, saving the full answer for the morning, “He’ll be back soon.”

Sarah seemed to accept the response, nodding a little and settling back into her pillow.

“Goodnight,” Y/n wished, her hands awkwardly fidgeting against her chest.

“Night,” Sarah mumbled.

Slipping against the nearest wall, Y/n’s breath trembled with joy, shock…she couldn’t tell. Sarah had made up her mind as to what Y/n was to her…and what she was was a mother.

Feeling like she was floating, Y/n made her way down the hall to the bed that was as good as her own and slid underneath the sheets. Her smile stretched so wide, she thought her cheeks might split. She couldn’t wait to tell Joel when he got home….

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First came the sirens.

Then came the choppers.

Then the car alarms.

And the flares.

Y/n was the first to wake, the sound of helicopter blades and the sensation of the house rattling waking her. She reached over in the dark for Joel and grasped air. The clock read 2:15AM, he’d left at 11.

That was enough to wake Y/n the rest of the way up.

She rolled out of bed and went to the window, peeking through the blinds to see flares being shot into the sky. Though her vision was blurred from sleep, she could see the smoke cloud in the distance. It was coming from downtown.

“Dad?” Sarah called down the hall, “Y/n?”

“In here,” Y/n said, still watching the sky as another round of helicopters flew over their neighborhood.

Sarah came through the door, “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Y/n answered, her stomach twisting in confusion, “Go check if your dad’s downstairs.”

Sarah left, calling for Joel as she descended the staircase. “He’s not here,” she yelled up.

Y/n’s chest sank, anxiety beginning to creep its way up her throat. Was this some kind of invasion? It had barely been two years since 9/11, was something of that scale happening in their backyard?

“Y/n!”

The urgency in Sarah’s voice got Y/n moving out the bedroom and down the stairs as quick as she could. “What is it?”

Sarah had switched on the tv, the emergency broadcast signal was on every channel, delivering an ominous message to stay indoors and wait for law enforcement.

A thud against the window had Y/n pulling Sarah to her chest, the girl wrapping her hands around Y/n’s wrists. Mercy, the Adler’s dog, had his paws against the window and was trying to get inside.

“Stay here,” Y/n told Sarah, heading to unlock the front door. She crouched down on the porch and the dog leaned against her legs, whining. “Shh, Mercy, shh…”

“Is he okay?” Sarah asked, right behind Y/n.

“I think,” Y/n answered, clueless as Mercy panted furiously under her touch. She looked across the street, finding nothing out of the ordinary visually. Audibly, there were car alarms coming from all directions and the chopper was making another circle around the subdivision. Something felt very, very wrong.

“Stay here,” Y/n told Sarah, “I’m gonna take a look around.”

“No, I’m coming with-“

“No,” Y/n’s tone firmed up, “Take Mercy inside and stay-“

Mercy started barking as if he knew he was being discussed. Y/n knew nothing she said would get Sarah to listen, she was out of options.

“Let’s get him back home,” she said.

Sarah led Mercy by the collar across the lawn and onto the Adler’s driveway. Once he realized he was back at his house, Mercy began to whine and pull away from Sarah.

“C’mon, Mercy, please,” Sarah begged.

Mercy pulled one final time, the collar unclipping and letting him loose. He took off into the night.

“Mercy!” Sarah called, he was too far gone to hear her.

“It’s okay,” Y/n quickly tried to smooth Sarah’s heartbreak over, “We’ll find him. But first, we’re going home and-“

Clanking from inside the Adler’s home drew their attention.

“Mrs. Adler?” Sarah called, receiving no answer, she looked to Y/n to decide their next move.

Y/n was torn between following the noise and running back home to call Joel.

“Stay behind me,” she decided, placing herself in front of Sarah as a barricade.

They crept up the Adler’s porch, letting themselves in through the ajar door. The carpet runner was scrunched up, something the meticulous Connie would have never allowed.

“Connie?” Y/n announced their presence.

“Mrs. Adler?” Sarah repeated, the two of them frozen in the hallway.

Another loud sound from the kitchen, followed by a distant gunshot and chased by a car alarm.

Y/n tried to inhale steadily, but the trembling came anyway. The long stretches of silence broken up by what sounded like war were creating a steady pit of fear in her chest.

She reached backwards, pulling Sarah closer to her body. The girl was already holding onto Y/n’s hips. They took soft steps through the hall and to the kitchen.

“Con-“ Y/n held on to the room divider as she stumbled, looking down to see the slippery substance across the floor.

Blood.

Sarah and Y/n’s breaths caught in their chests as their eyes followed the trail of crimson through the kitchen…to Mr. Adler, laid against the cabinets.

“Help me,” he whispered, a particularly gory wound to his neck oozing blood down his body.

Y/n moved to help him but was yanked back by Sarah, who already had eyes on the next terror.

Nana Adler was hung over her daughter, her face burrowed into her neck.

Y/n eased Sarah back, making no sudden movements, as the elderly woman slowly looked up to them. There were strands of something springing from her mouth, it was something out of a horror movie.

Nana rose to her feet, her movements choppy and careless, and Sarah wrapped her arms around Y/n’s torso.

The woman, animalistic, shrieked and ran towards them.

Y/n shoved Sarah back towards the door, racing out of the house and onto the lawn. She was pulling the girl toward their house when the roar of a pickup truck came barreling down the street.

Tommy’s truck.

Tommy pulled the truck up onto the curb, Joel jumped out before it had even stopped.

“GET IN THE TRUCK,” he yelled at Y/n and Sarah, “RIGHT NOW!”

With Sarah in her hands, Joel grabbed Y/n and pulled them to the vehicle, “Move!”

Nana Adler came screaming out of the house, Y/n and the Millers watching the bones in her body violently crack under her skin before she fell to the ground. They waited in anticipation until she startled back to life with a gasp, stumbling to her feet and charging towards the family.

“What are we doin’, Joel?” Tommy yelled, his rifle pointed at the grandmother.

Y/n wrapped Sarah in her arms, shielding her body from any harm, but not her eyes.

Joel wasted no time in making the decision, it was either her, or the women he loved. He slashed the wrench he was clutching into Nana’s head, the life leaving her as she dropped.

After, he turned to Y/n and Sarah, their tearful eyes widened in horror. He rushed to them, bending to cup Sarah’s cheek.

“You killed her,” the girl said, unable to form a deeper thought.

Joel pulled his daughter and partner into his arms, “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Joel, we gotta go,” Tommy warned.

“Joel,” Y/n shook, “What’s going on?”

“Listen to me,” he looked to both his girls, “It’s not just the Adlers,” he took Sarah’s cheeks into his hands, “But we’re gonna be brave, and we’re gonna get out of this.”

A flash of green to their left and Joel was covering them with his arms. The transformer at the end of the block had exploded.

“Hey,” Tommy rounded the truck, “Let’s go. C’mon!”

Joel and Y/n hurried Sarah in front of them, “Get in.”

Y/n stopped before joining her, gripping Joel’s arm, “Joel…”

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, posessing no more answers than she did, “I don’t know.”

Y/n dove into the truck, pulling Sarah into her arms the minute she was seated.

Joel slammed the door shut, his neighbor calling his name out in concern.

“Denise, you get back inside the house,” he yelled, “You lock your doors! Now!”

“C’mon, c’mon, get in,” Tommy urged.

The second Joel’s door shut, Tommy was already pulling them around the cul-de-sac. As he rounded the turn, Mr. and Mrs. Adler came across their lawn and into the street, in the same possessed state as Nana had been.

“Get your seatbelt on,” Joel told Tommy.

“Hold on,” his brother said, accelerating the engine and ramming into the Adlers head on.

Y/n tried to pull Sarah’s head into her shoulder, but the girl was too quick, already looking out the back to see Mrs. Adler on her feet.

“You take 70-“ Joel began to give directions.

“71,” Tommy finished, “I know.”

A line of police cars blew down the opposite lane, speeding towards more chaos they didn’t even understand.

Sarah’s breath had steadied enough where she could speak clearly, “Daddy-“

“We don’t know,” Joel cut her off.

“They’re saying it’s a virus,” Tommy explained, “Some kinda parasite.”

“What parasite does that?” Y/n asked, knowing none of them had an answer.

“Is it from terrorists?” Sarah asked, her voice getting watery.

“We don’t know,” Joel repeated himself, watching his brother as he drove.

“A-are we sick?” Sarah’s panic was growing.

“No, we’re not sick,” Y/n answered immediately.

Joel fiddled with the radio, getting static back in return.

“Why did things blow up?” Sarah asked.

“No cellphone, no radio,” Tommy mused, “Minute ago, newsman wouldn’t shut up.”

“They were broadcasting emergency signals on the tv,” Y/n recalled, as if it made any difference now.

“How do you know?” Sarah kept up her questioning.

“What?” Joel acknowledged her.

Sarah couldn’t hide her tears any more, “How do you know we’re not sick?”

Y/n stroked her hair, offering what little comfort she could while also sharing Sarah’s terror.

“They’re sayin’ it’s mostly people in the city,” Tommy explained, “That’s why they got the highway blocked off.”

Joel craned his head to meet Y/n’s eyes, “This what happened at the store today?”

“Yeah,” Y/n answered, flashing back to 12 hours before. Her attacker hadn’t had the strange strands hanging from his mouth, but he’d had the same animal-like rage.

The car fell silent again as they passed a house, the whole structure consumed by flames.

“It’s Jimmy’s place,” Tommy said as they drove by.

“The Adlers would take Nana into the city,” Sarah continued to try and solve the puzzle, “To the hospital for stuff.”

“That’s right,” Joel agreed, “They would. That’s probably why.”

“But…” Sarah’s brain worked double time, “You’d have to go a lot…right?”

Tommy shook his head slightly, “We’re fine, trust me.”

Through the dashboard mirror, Y/n’s worried eyes met Tommy’s. He was saying a prayer rather than stating a promise.

On the side of the road, a car was pulled over, a family standing outside it waving their hands wildly. “Here! Right here!”

Tommy began to slow down, drawing Joel’s confusion. “What’re you doin’?”

“They got a kid, Joel,” Tommy gestured to the family.

“So do we,” Joel said firmly, “Keep drivin’.”

The father panicked as Tommy followed orders, screaming for them to stop.

“We could put them in the back,” Sarah offered just as they passed them by.

Y/n’s heart sank as the father’s cries echoed in her ears, her eyes drifting to the back of Joel’s head.

“Somebody else’ll come along,” he said to the car, but mostly to himself.

Sarah, trying so hard to remain calm, let her tears fall silently. Whatever shred of reality they could make of the chaos around them was starting to sink in on Y/n too. She pulled Sarah deeper into her arms, feeling the girl’s sadness land on her skin.

Tommy sped down the lane, trying to get on the freeway, and meeting the sea of likeminded cars.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, “Everyone had the same fuckin’ idea.

Panicked drivers were speeding towards them, the little white lines on the asphalt ceasing to matter.

“I can’t get through this,” Tommy said, dodging the cars.

“All right, all right,” Joel tried to remain calm, “Let’s think it through, we’ll think it through.”

“Tommy!” Y/n cried as another reckless driver nearly clipped them.

“All right, take the field,” Joel directed, “We’ll cut across and pick up on the-the west side.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tommy’s breath shook, “West, west, all right. All right, hang on.”

Sarah held onto Y/n a little tighter, bracing herself as Tommy went off road into the tall grass. The truck dipped and bounced with the land, until they met smooth dirt…giving them a view of the freeway. The military had already set up shop.

“Shit,” Tommy exclaimed, “Fuckin’ army!”

“Isn’t that good?” Sarah asked

“It’s good for them” Tommy said, “But that’s the highway we’re tryin’ to get to.”

Joel’s brain was spinning with roads, “All right, keep movin’. Head north.”

“Could be a lot of people,” Tommy pointed out.

“Well, we can’t go south, we can’t go east, we can’t go west,” Joel replied, “Hell else we supposed to go?”

Tommy hesitated, his hands nervously gripping the wheel.

“Tommy, come on,” Joel yelled, his own anxiety beginning to show itself.

Listening, Tommy turned the truck north, leading them towards the distant light of a small town.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know that place,” Joel said, “This can work.”

“Joel,” Y/n spoke up, “What then? Where are we going?”

He didn’t know, he barely could remember the numbers of the highways. All he knew was he needed to get his family to some sort of safety. “I don’t know, Mexico,” he blurted out, “Just far, far as we can,” he looked to his brother, “How much gas?”

“Three quarter tank,” Tommy answered, it was enough to make it to the border.

“Go through town,” Joel began to list off directions, “Golf course by the river, straight across, we pick up the highway on the other side of the blockade…” he exhaled, “Then we’re out.”

“Maybe it’s everywhere,” Sarah theorized, trying so desperately to make sense of what was happening, “Maybe there’s nowhere to go.”

Joel and Yn’s worried eyes met in the dashboard mirror, they were both wondering the same thing. Illnesses didn’t stay quarantined to just one city in one state, they spread like vines, reaching for any life they could. What if this parasite worked the same way?

A loud roar began to encroach on the truck from above.

“What the fuck?” Tommy exclaimed.

Sarah and Y/n shielded their ears from the noise, looking up through the roof’s glass top to catch a low-flying plane directly above them. There were a line of three more trailing the sky behind them.

“Shit,” Y/n whispered, her facade for Sarah was fading.

Down the road, the red white and blue lights of a police car became a stumbling block. “Son of a bitch,” Tommy complained, “Gotta go around. Grab somethin’!”

Joel reached an arm back, both to brace himself against Tommy’s seat and give Y/n something to hold onto. Sarah held fast to Y/n as Tommy made a hard right down the next street. The town they’d turned into had descended fully into chaos, its residents running wildly through the streets, either screaming for help or attacking one other.

“All right,” Joel talked his brother through the roads, “Keep goin’, keep goin’,” he looked to his left to see a truck barreling towards them, “Shit, Tommy!”

The tire screech had Y/n flipping Sarah’s body over hers, making herself a human shield. Thankfully, the crash never came.

The next street Tommy turned them down was even worse. People were beating each other senselessly in the street, the screams of the wounded piercing their ears.

“Tommy, you can’t stop here,” Joel said as his brother slowed the car.

He gestured to the crowds, “I can’t drive through ‘em.”

“Are you serious?” Joel yelled, “Just keep goin’!”

Up ahead, an explosion shattered the windows of a building, eliciting every person inside to run for their lives, all headed towards the truck.

“Go, go, go,” Joel urged, smacking the dashboard a little harder with each utterance, “Back, back, back, back, back, back, back!”

“I’m tryin’!” Tommy yelled back.

Y/n caught the faces of people as they ran past, the terror, the confusion in their eyes. One woman had blood streaming down her chest, the deep red turning her white blouse deathly crimson.

“Tommy, go faster,” Joel berated, “We gotta go!”

“I’m tryin’, there’s nowhere to fuckin’ go,” Tommy said, maneuvering them backwards.

“Tommy,” Y/n couldn’t stay quiet, “Fuck, anywhere!”

“Find an alley!” Joel added.

“What alley?! There’s people everywhere!”

“Roll the fuck over them,” Joel ordered, “We gotta get off this street.”

Sarah had shifted out of Y/n’s arms and was staring out the back, watching as the humanity was sucked out of her city. In the sky, she could spot bright, blinking lights headed straight for them.

She blindly reached for Y/n’s hand, “Dad?!”

Y/n and Joel both turned, their eyes falling on the same sight. One of the planes was headed straight towards them.

“Fuck,” Y/n uttered breathlessly.

“Move…” Joel managed to say, “Move!”

The plane completed its nosedive into the road behind them, exploding in a fiery inferno. Joel reached back to grab hold of Sarah, Y/n shoved her down into her lap.

None of them saw the piece of debris heading for the truck.

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Joel was the first one to wake up. He struggled out of his seatbelt, dropping to the roof of the flipped truck and looking into the back.

Y/n and Sarah were out cold.

Sarah’s leg was elevated, her foot caught in some part of the truck. Y/n lay in a terrifyingly still ball.

“Sarah…Sarah…” Joel weakly called, tugging on her free leg and startling her awake, “Stay right there. Don’t move,” he looked to Y/n, “Y/n, wake up.”

No response.

“Rosebud,” Joel urged, his voice betraying him and turning to a whine, “Honey, get up.”

“Y/n,” Sarah disobeyed her father, fear-stricken, and stretched her arm out to shake Y/n.

Y/n gasped, waking up the same way she’d passed out; panicked.

“Joel,” she cried out, “Sarah?”

“We’re here,” Joel reassured her, a hand to her arm, “We’re here. Tommy? You okay?”

Tommy grunted, trying to free himself, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

With a pounding headache, and the feeling of air hitting small cuts across her face, Y/n struggled to her knees. Nothing felt broken inside her, just weak.

Sarah’s breathing began to pick up, turning her body to stare out the busted window. Twenty feet away, someone was heaving over a body, draining it of blood the same way Nana Adler had.

“Sarah,” Joel moved to the back of the truck, “Don’t look. You look at me or Y/n, okay?”

Y/n was at Joel’s side instantly, gently holding Sarah’s calf so he could free her leg. The girl winced as Joel worked.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know, I know,” he apologized profusely, letting her leg drop into Y/n’s hands.

“Come here,” he urged his daughter, “Put your arms around me. Come here, come here,” he pulled Sarah into his embrace, “I got you.”

Y/n was crawling past, into the driver’s half of the truck, “Tommy?”

Tommy was already out, kneeling down at the window, “Come on, take my hand!”

Straining to reach him, Y/n slapped her palms against his and he dragged her out. She could feel the glass scrape against her skin, trying to hold her cries in for Sarah’s sake.

Tommy and Y/n pulled each other to their feet, Tommy reaching for his rifle after. Joel and Sarah had made it out on the other side. Y/n rushed around the wreckage of the truck to reach them, grabbing them both, “What’s wrong?”

“My ankle,” Sarah strained.

“We gotta get off the street,” Tommy urged, a fast approaching siren sending him diving for the asphalt, “Shit!”

A police van slammed into their truck, creating a fire between the two vehicles. Joel and Y/n shielded Sarah from the flames, “Tommy?”

Y/n wrapped her arms around Sarah, trying to take some of the weight off her ankle and freeing Joel.

“Tommy!” Joel screamed again.

Separated by the two totaled bodies, the brothers found each other.

“Head to the river,” Tommy shouted, “I’ll find a way!”

Joel hesitated to leave his brother behind, regardless of his competency.

“Get ‘em out of here,” Tommy insisted, “Go, Joel!”

It was the mention of Y/n and Sarah that snapped him back, he immediately turned and bent down to Sarah’s eye level.

“We can’t leave him,” she argued.

“Joel-“ Y/n began.

“He’ll be fine,” Joel said, “Can you both run?”

“No,” Sarah said as Y/n nodded.

Joel bent over and swung his daughter into his arms.

“You keep your eyes on us,” Joel half demanded, half begged Sarah, “Okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed.

“And don’t look anywhere else,” he finished, his panicked gaze moving to Y/n, “Don’t let go.”

Y/n locked one arm around Joel’s shoulders, the other under Sarah’s legs, needing one hand on them both.

The three of them rushed through the street, lost as to how to get to the river. Joel stopped in fear when they found a grouping of bodies, groaning, writhing, devouring one another on the ground. He guided Sarah’s head back into his body, but she’d already seen too much.

One of the monsters popped up, eerily fast.

Y/n and Joel’s hearts collectively stopped, anxiety kick starting them to run for the back door of a building. They dove inside, Y/n running ahead to bang on the locked door.

“Move,” Joel cried, kicking down the wood and pulling them through it, “Get ahead!”

Y/n jumped in front of them, racing down the length of the diner. She could hear the frantic footsteps and growls of the monster chasing them.

Slamming her body into the second door, Y/n cleared the path for Joel, the two of them sprinting away from the encroaching death nipping at their heels. The monster snarled as it came after them, too quick for Y/n or Joel even at their fastest-

BANG!

A shotgun fire silenced the animalistic sounds, Joel spun around to see the creature laid out in the grass, blood spilling from its head.

“It’s okay, baby,” he assured Sarah, “You’re safe.”

Y/n’s hands dropped to Joel’s arm, resting her head against his shoulder in an effort to catch her breath.

“C’mon,” Joel urged, turning around for the way of the river.

A searchlight hit them.

“Don’t move,” a stern voice commanded, through the light, Y/n and Joel could make out it was a soldier.

“My daughter’s hurt,” Joel explained, “Her ankle.”

“Stop right there,” the soldier ordered, they’d barely moved in his direction.

Y/n and Sarah both trembled, in shock at the sight of the rifle pointed at them.

“Okay,” Joel backed down, taking them the slightest step back, “Easy now. We’re not sick!”

The soldier reached for his radio, reporting into it, “I got three civilians by the river, one of ‘em injured,” he waited for a response, “Ankle.”

“What about Uncle Tommy?” Sarah looked up to Joel.

“We’re gonna get you somewhere safe first,” Joel panted, “Then we’ll go back for him, okay?”

“Okay,” Sarah accepted.

Y/n rubbed a hand over Sarah’s uninjured leg. The horror still had yet to be named, but they were so close to asylum from it.

An impatient Joel took a step forward, earning another up and close look at the rifle’s barrel.

“Hey,” the soldier shouted, “No one told you to move.”

Y/n trembled against Joel’s arm as they waited, why was it taking so long?

“Yes sir,” the soldier said into his radio, his voice having shifted and making Y/n and Joel’s stomachs tighten.

The gun came back up.

“We’re not sick,” Joel echoed, knowing what was about to happen.

“W-w-wait,” Y/n’s lips began to shake, she held out a hand to the soldier, “We’re not sick.”

“Sir,” Joel urged again, his voice rising with every second of silence, “We are not sic-“

Bullets rained down on the three of them, the force of the lead sending them rolling down the hill.

Joel pushed himself off his stomach, a harsh light on him drawing him onto his back. The soldier was mere inches from him, his rifle trained on Joel’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” the man said, he almost sounded genuine.

“Please don’t,” Joel begged, raising his hands.

Y/n had rolled farther than Joel, already weak from the crash and now with a pain radiating in her side. One of the bullets had definitely grazed her. She was able to push up onto her arms, dragging her gaze across the dirt and spotting the position her boyfriend was in.

“JOEL!”

The soldier was thrown forward, a bullet from behind lodging in his chest. Joel looked up to see Tommy, marching forward with his rifle still trained on the dead soldier.

Joel hurried to sit up, running a hand his side, a bullet had scraped across the skin.

Y/n let out a breath as she watched Joel move, her eyes scanning around her for Sarah.

“Oh, God,” Tommy breathed.

Frantic breaths could be heard, closest to Y/n and furthest from Joel.

Y/n froze at the sight.

Then she was rising, racing to the spot.

Joel was right behind her. “No…” he mumbled, “Oh, no.”

Y/n made it to Sarah first, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes ran over her body. Her attempts at breath were wracking through her violently.

“No, no, no,” Joel shushed his daughter, pressing a hand to her neck, “Okay, you’re okay. You’re okay, move your hand, baby.”

“Sarah, move your hand,” Y/n rubbed the girl’s cheek, “We gotta take a look, babe.”

Sarah let her hand drop to her side, revealing the blood that covered her entire lower abdomen.

Joel felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Y/n felt her entire body lock up.

Joel was the first to move, slipping an arm under Sarah’s shoulders. She let out the most heartbreaking cry, pain flooding her body as she reached to push her father away.

“I know, baby, I know,” Joel agreed, “I know, I know, I know. I know it hurts.”

Sarah’s breaths came quicker, groans accompanying them as she strained to take in air.

“Eyes on me,” Y/n urged, taking her face into both palms and rubbing her thumbs across the skin, “Don’t look down. Look at me.”

Sarah struggled to move her lips, barely pressing them together and humming. She was trying to say something.

“Shh, shh,” Y/n tried to keep her calm, “It’s okay.”

“Come on, baby,” Joel soothed as he examined her wound, “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Another wave of unbearable pain hit Sarah as Joel pressed down on her wound, trying to slow the bleeding.

“I know, I know, I know,” the panic finally reached Joel’s voice, “I know, baby. I know, I know. I know this hurts. You’re gonna be okay.”

Sarah’s breaths grew ragged.

“You’re okay,” Y/n fought back the relentless tears, keeping her hands on Sarah’s cheeks, “You’re okay. I promise. You’re okay.”

“All right, baby, baby, baby,” Joel tried to talk over and in between Sarah’s noises, “Listen to me, I gotta get you up, okay?”

Sarah shook her head, her eyes widened with terror she couldn’t physically put into words.

“Babe, we have to get you up, okay?” Y/n continued, “It’s gonna hurt like hell for a second, but it’ll be alright.”

“All right,” Joel couldn’t wait any longer, “You come on.”

Y/n moved around to help lift Sarah’s back, her and Joel working as a team to raise her. Sarah groaned and wept as they shifted her body.

“I know, baby,” Joel was on the verge of tears as Sarah strained to help herself up, gripping his neck. “I know, I know, I know,” his voice rose in fear, “I know, I know, I know.”

Joel turned to where he’d left his brother, “Tommy, help me!”

Tommy didn’t move, “Joel…”

Sarah’s body stopped shaking under Y/n’s hands, her chest went still.

“Sarah,” Y/n begged, “C’mon, babe.”

“C’mon, baby girl,” Joel whimpered, moving frantically to loop an arm around her, “I gotta get you up. Come on. Come on, we’ll get up.”

Rising on her knees, Y/n hung her head over Sarah’s. The girl’s eyes were blank, her lips were parted.

“Come on,” Joel sobbed, his pleas dropping off as reality began to invade his blind hope, “Come…please…”

It was too late.

Joel took Sarah fully into his arms, wrapping around her so tight, he thought he might be able to physically put her back together.

Any air Y/n still had in her chest left her body, her hands resting in midair as if she was still holding the child.

She crawled to Joel, covered in blood, rocking Sarah’s body and sobbing breathlessly over her shoulder.

It was real.

“Sa-“ Y/n whispered, tears starting to flood down her cheeks. Her voice dropped to a whimper, “Sarah.”

If the universe could grieve a human being, it was Sarah Miller’s passing that brought it to tears. No part of the Earth would be spared from the chaos that had claimed her. No corner of the planet would ever bloom and flourish as it had when she was alive. When she ascended, she took humanity and all of its beauty with her.

And the souls of the two people cradling her corpse, screaming into the night, went with her.

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[lawsvalentine]

Hello beautiful angel(because your beautiful) ,as request are open could I please request shanks, law,zoro,luffy x a reader thats very good at cooking food like the same as sanji. Please?

Thank you 💗

Don't feel forced to accept my request. Anyways have the most beautiful day ever 💗💞💖

With a Cook!reader • OP Men HCs • (Fluff)

Characters: Monster trio + Usopp

CW: None just fluff

Cee’s Note: Anon you are the sweetest 😚💕 I already did a law with cook!reader that you can read here but I can do hcs for the other two and Imma add sanji and usopp bc why not

Luffy

The way to this man’s heart is through food 😭

Get ready to cook A LOT to satisfy this boy’s appetite

Will constantly bother you while you’re cooking the meals sgdhjd

You’ve had to swat his hand away a few times from stealing food off the stove

He will wrap his stretchy arms around you and hug you from behind while you cook

Yup mans absolute LOVES you and your cooking

Zoro

The picture above is exactly how he be asking for seconds 😭

He won’t outwardly express his love for your food through words but rather by tearing it up sgdhdj

He will actually big you up when he’s shitting on Sanji’s cooking sgdhdj

You leave him his favorite snack whenever he does his daily training

He looks forward to your cooking and appreciates whatever you prepare for him

Sanji

He thinks he’s found his soulmate 😭

He can’t believe he’s found someone who shares his love for cooking

He loves to spend time with you in the kitchen

You two will cook meals together for the crew

He loves to give you neck and shoulder kisses whenever you are stirring or cutting something

Thinks you look so cute when you’re eyes are focused on the food you’re preparing

Usopp

I know Luffy is known for his big appetite but y’all be sleeping on Usopp’s appetite *cough* *cough* marineford arc *cough*

He loves food especially if it was made by you

He will go out of his way to get things he’ would think you would like for your cooking

Will make up an elaborate story on how he was able to obtain the ingredient 😭

Loves to tell stories as you cook and make you laugh

Will happily be your taste tester if you need him to be

[callitwh4ty0uwant]

Jump then fall into me!

JJ Maybank x fem! Oc

Summery; a girl who's always been cautious and focused on her goals, is friends with JJ Maybank. Despite his flirtatious reputation, he starts showing a different side around her, and she begins to fall for him, their contrasting personalities lead to unexpected discoveries about themselves and each other. opposites attracting and finding love in unexpected places.

A/n: idk what this is I’m bored :(

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The screen light of the TV shined down on her face as she sat in bed, summer had just started and here she was sitting her bed 3:00am, watching TV in her bed. It was dark outside making everything a little more scary that it usually is at 3pm.

A light knock on her window startled her, she sat up on her bed, her eyebrows furrowing. Must’ve been the wind? Maybe? Her heart was pounding against her chest as she paused her television, knock knock, holy crap who the hell is outside.

She sat froze in her bed as the wind blew her curtains slightly, she jumped as her phone buzzed what the fuck?

JJ 💞💞

Open your window dipshit

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Why are you outside my window Maybank?

JJ 💞💞

Because.

Just open your window, I’m about to fall

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning Maybank

Can’t you go to Kies or any other girl you hook up with?

JJ 💞����

Y/n just please open the window

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Fine

A sigh escaped her lips, as she pushed herself out of her bed as her sock clad feet took her over to her large window unlocking the handle “you do know I have a door. Right?” Her eyebrows raised as she took the boys hand helping in her room.

He dusted himself off and towered over her. The moonlight shined on the boy a purpley blue bruise appearing over his eye, and a bloody nose

“Oh my god. JJ?” A face turned to a worried expression “the hell? Are you okay” she placed her hands on his face “I’m fine. It’s nothing” he sighed sitting down on her bed “no, JJ. No you don’t come here begging me to open my window and not tell me what happened” she whisper-yelled

“My dad! Okay it was my dad!” He whisper yelled back, she had heard about his dad before, always beating him when he was drunk, John B had told her while they were in the chateau.

“C’mere” she took his hand taking him into the bathroom that was in her room. Taking a damp cloth dabbing it over his bloody nose “hold this” she said referring to the cloth, he obliged.

“I can’t do much with the bruise JJ, it’ll get worse before it gets better, okay?” She smiled slightly as the sun kissed boy sat down on her toilet “why did you come here JJ?” She said leaning against her counter “no one else was up” he mumbled “oh” a frown over took her face.

“I’m sorry” she frowned again “for what? It wasn’t your fault” he dryly said getting up from his spot on the toilet “yeah but-.” She said “no, y/n it’s none of your business what goes on in my life. You don’t need to be so involved all the time. Okay? Just leave it” he spat throwing the bloodied rag into the sink and walking out her toilet.

“But JJ-.” Her lips trembled as he reached her window “Where are you going?” She asked her feet moving quickly towards the boy “to the chateau” he said as one foot was already out the window “you can stay here J. It’s not biggie” she shrugged “no. Y/n- I.. I can’t” he trembled before leaving her room.

She reached out shutting her window with a sigh, slowly walking back to her bed. Nothing but silence. Her TV was now playing whatever cartoon was on at this time, while she continually checked her phone.

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

I love you J stay safe alright?

Read 3:45am

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Sunlight shined through her curtain window, the window JJ had crawled through the night before, she laid there staring at the celling as her phone decided to buzz on her bedside counter, groaning she reached over taking it out of charge

Poguies ☀️🤟🤙🏻

John bee 😎‼️🤙🏻

First day of summer!! Boat day? Anyone?

Kiekie🐢

I’m down 🙋‍���️🙋‍♀️

Pope 🍃🍁

Same here 🙋🙋

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

How dare y’all awake me from my beauty sleep 😒😒

But yeah I’m down

Sarah 💕

We’re so very sorry y/n 😔😔

Count me in aswell ‼️

John beee 😎‼️🤙🏻

Be ready in ten. All of you. (Mostly directed towards y/n😝.)

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

First of all RUDE ‼️‼️

Second of all I’m not even out of my bed

John bee 😎‼️🤙🏻

Better get a move on y/l/n 🫡🫡

Getting in the boat rn.

Y/n 💃🕺🏻

Okay! Okay! I’m getting out of bed now ‼️

Black bikini and white shorts, is what she chose from her closet and light make up as in mascara and lipgloss. She quickly grabbed her tote as she made her way downstairs to her back lawn, walking down the dock. She was early for once. As she stood there she couldn’t help but thinking about JJ. Why wasn’t he texting on the group chat? Is he okay? Where did he go last night?

The boat had pulled up as she snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes landed on JJ sitting at the end of the boat back facing her. “I can’t believe y/l/n is early. Oh my god” John B gasped making the girl laugh as she stepped onto the “I am” she giggled “and you took longer than ten minutes so.. it’s you that’s late for once”

Her eyes landed on JJ once again, he always done this. Something happens people try to help he shuts them out and pushes them away, as if they’ll leave if they see the true him. She wanted JJ to open up to her. She wanted to love him. Tell him she loved him every single day.

John B had picked the rest of the group up including his girlfriend, music softly played in the back around, beers were shared and it was all over just a good vibe.

“What’s up with him?” Kiara whispered in her ear “I don’t know” she shrugged “go talk to him y/n/n” kiara nudged her shoulder “why?” She turned her head facing Kie.

“He’s not talked to anyone all day, surely the one person he’ll talk to is the girl he’s in love with” Sarah butt in making her turn her head “Sarah don’t be ridiculous” she shook her head

“I’m going for a swim! Who wants to come with me?” Sarah announced suddenly as pope and John B agreed along with Kiara as the dove into the water, leaving her alone with JJ.

He still sat at the edge of the boat, feeling dangling into the water as the sun gleamed off of his sun kissed skin.

“I’m sorry about last night” she spoke up making the boy lift his head up “why are you sorry” he dryly said “because I shouldn’t have pushed you to open up like that”

“It was my fault for coming to you” he said “im sorry” he finished “how’s that eye” the girl said walking over to him sitting down next to him, he turned his head looking at her.

“Told ya, gets worse before it gets better” she mumbled shrugging turning back to the rippling water “you were my first option” he blurted out “sorry?” She said eyebrows raising “yesterday. When I said no one was awake. I just came to you. I never checked.” she was taken aback “whoa calm down Maybank” she chuckled “I’ll talk to you later okay? I’m gonna ask John B to take me home” she gave him a smile.

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After her extremely long shower, after sweating all day, it was nice. She turned the warm water off wrapping a towel around her body glancing in tue mirror before brushing her teeth, and doing her skincare routine before giving her hair a squeeze getting all the water out.

The tank top and shorts was a good option since it was meant to be a hot outerbanks night, which was normal in these months.

Her hair was still wet as she walked out of her bathroom, noticing her window was wide open and her curtains were pushed to the side, her eyebrows raised at the thought of someone breaking into her house while her parents were out of town. She quickly shut it before turning around and spotting a familiar boy sitting on her bed.

“JJ!” She gasped taken aback by the boy “why- why are you here?” She asked “I came here to.. to” he cut himself off “I never got to properly apologies today for last night” he scratched behind his head “you did. It’s not your fault JJ” she shrugged as he stood up “no I mean-.” He said “let me just show you” he said walking closer to her “huh?” She raised her brows before his mouth was on hers kissing her passionately placing his hands behind her head.

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 3/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: nobara, n. kamo, sukuna, todo | see: part 1

nobara kugisaki:

okay so nobara wants somehthing that’s super instagram-able because there’s nothing better to her than posting cute pictures of her girlfriend!!

so…she takes you to a cat cafe 💗

and oh my gosh it’s absolutely adorable

you guys wear MATCHING HOT PINK TRACKSUITS that she bought you guys for your birthday>>>

they’re plain pink and embroidered with your initials and a heart on the sleeve (XX + NK 🤍)

when y’all get there, the employee greets you and takes your food rders

then she takes you to your own private room and when you enter it’s filled with cats 🐈

there’s fluffy cats, orange cats, long hair cats, etc etc

you and nobara are absolutely in LOVE with them (and eachother ofc)

the food arrives a little bit later and it’s super good! you ordered katsudon and she ordered pan fried noodles and you got some sushi rolls to share

you take so many pictures of the cats and of each other! her favorite picture from the night is one of you smiling with your chopsticks in hand and a soft gray cat sleeping calmly in your lap 🥺

you also get a super cute picture of her holding a chubby orange cat like it’s a baby, complete with a swaddle (her jacket)

you guys had *so much fun* and have so many cute pictures to remember that night!

when you go back to her dorm that night, you scroll through all the pictures on your phones while cuddling in her bed and watching high school musical ✨

noritoshi kamo:

(inspired by this~link~ flower garden)

i think kamo is such an awesome & underrated character!! i hope y’all like him as much as I do ✨

so for background, you go to tokyo jujutsu high and kamo of course goes to kyoto jujutsu high

you met during the goodwill event and we’re just gonna pretend that shibuya didn’t happen ok 🤷🏼♀️

you and kamo have been dating for three years now and today’s your anniversary! so he wants to do something super special for you 💗

he’s very introverted so he definetly wouldn’t want to do something around a lot of other people

he’d rather just spend time with you in a totally private setting

so he takes you to…a picnic!!

omg my heart 😭💞 anyways

he prepares everything the night before: the food, a bottle of champage, a blanket for watching th clouds ✨

he comes to pick you up late that afternoon wearing a white button up and navy blue slacks (oh good lord i-)

you’re wearing a baby pink sundress that’s decorated with little green and white flowers so you guys look SO GOOD next to each other all matching and stuff 💜

he literally looses his breath when he sees you, like he thinks you are SO gorgeous (and you are babe)

he places a hand on the small of your back and guides you to his car where he drives you out into the countryside

eventually, you make it to a beautiful flower garden that’s filled with the greenest grass and most lively flowers you’ve ever seen 🌷

he tells you that the garden has been owned and taken care of by his family for generations and it was just passed down to him 🥺

you of course tell him that it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?? and he gets all blushy because he doesn’t recieve a lot of compliments that aren’t about his cursed technique ☺️

he sets out the blanket and helps you sit down on it

when he opens the picnic basket you see the most gorgeous assortment of pastries, sandwiches, and pies🥐

of course you gush to him about how he’s the perfect boyfriend and this is the picture-perfect date

the food is delicious; he ordered some of everthing from one of your favorite local cafes in Tokyo, knwing exactly which items on the menu were your favorite 💞

while you eat, you chat idly about the things you had coming up in your lives (although you tried to avoid the less appealing topics, such as when noritoshi would have to become the head of his family)

you tell him about how you’re visiting your sister in Osaka this summer and the surprise birthday party that you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo had planned for megumi

he tells you about the poetry book he’s been reading lately and how learning cursive is going

you two also discuss what you wants your lives to look like after jujutsu high; becoming professional sorcerers, moving in with the kamo clan, starting a family…

stop i’m squealing blushing twirling my hair-

the two of you become tired after your meal so you lie back on the grass, watching the clouds go by and pointing out the little yellow butterflies when they pass by

eventually, the sky becomes dark and loses it’s blue color, fading into a deep maroon color

the two of you pack your things up and head back to the school, his hand on your thigh as he drives ❤️

when you get there and he walks yo back to your dorm, he tells you how much he loves you and how he never wants to let you go 🥺

ryomen sukuna:

ok so this is gonna be based off of upperclassmen!sukuna

a little backstory: sukuna is your upperclassman at school and he used to play with you and mess with you because he liked you~ eventually you caught on and then he asked you out! you’ve been dating ever since (in this fic you’re both still in school) and he’s super protective of you (i.e. no one else can mess with you but him)

you and sukuna have been dating for about a year now!! 💞

he decides that he wants to take you to a new sushi bar in Tokyo this weekend

it’s really modern and expensive looking and you’re like???? babe where tf did you get this money from??????

but he decides to splurge on his girl because he loves you so much 💞

you guys order a couple different rolls (some of your favorites and some of his)

his favorite roll is the california roll but he also loves nigiri🍣

and the food turns out super good btw!

you and sukuna talk about school mostly: which classmates you thought would get together, the teachers that you liked the most, what assignments you were working on

i think it’s safe to say that sukuna’s favorite subject would be history

so he would accidentaly start gushing to you about a topic that he just learned about and then stop because he thought he was being nerdy when in reality you actually thought it was adorbale the way he was so passionate about history 💞

after lunch, you guys go back to his house (we’ll say it’s not a boarding school) and chill and watch tv together and yea 🥰

bonus: you convince sukuna to start watching dance moms with you and at first he’s like “🙄 yeah whatever ok” but he lowkey starts to get REALLY into it????? like atp he’s yelling at the tv like “KELLY YOU BITCH”

aoi todo:

i feel like your relationship with todo would be so sweet 🥰

i can see y’all going on a bunch of fun dates and one of those includes…

movie dates!!

i think that todo would love movies and so movie dates are definetly a thing for him

you guys decide to go see a new thriller movie that came out recently

he’d buy you all the snacks you want and i can definetly see him enccouraging you to eat enough🥺

surpirisingly i don’t feel like he’s the type of person to sneak food into movie theaters so you would buy everything there (it’s fine he can probably afford it)

imagine y’all sharing a packet of sour straws 🥺

he also gets popcorn of course because it’s a movie classic and it would be his favorite movie snack

you guys get settled into your seats and you’re happy to discover that they’re the comfy heated massage seats that recline

which not only makes you super comfy but also slightly more terrified of the scary movie when the figures jump out of nowhere on the screen

overall you’re very comfortable though

todo sits with his legs propped up in front of him by the reclining chair and has one arm wrapped around you from behind, resting his hand on your side 

for the most part, todo isn’t scared of the movie that much

BUT you can feel his grip on you grow ever so slightly tighter during intense scenes 😭 poor boy

afterwards he would ask you a bunch of questions about the movie: what did you think?? who was your favorite character??? were you surprised when (character) died???

you can tell he’s trying so hard not to look like a total fangirl right then but yeah he loved it

you match his enthusiasm in your answers because you love to see him happy (and you also really enjoyed the movie)

alternatively: you accidentally fell asleep during the movie (in your defense, the heated chair was really comfy) and so you make up your answers to his questions so you don’t make him feel bad even though he wouldn’t care

afterwards, you get ice cream and walk around the mall ❤️

[catch1ngmoths]

Could u write a 2023 bill x reader bill seen reader before when they were younger at a award show and wanted to talk to her but she was already gone now it's 2023 and bill seen her at another award show and bill won't let her go that Easley and if ur comfortable can it be smut please I love ur works 💞

˗ˏˋ♡You and me, always forever ♡ˎˊ˗

Summary: you and your band performed at an awards show in 2007 and caught the attention of Bill Kaulitz but after you perform at another awards show in 2023.. Bill finally gets to talk to you, starting a long night of desire

A/N: like I said in my last post, I still have more request in my inbox (that are all of 2023 bill) to make, so if you’re seeing this when it comes you, expect more!!

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May 5th 2007…

YOUR POV

You and your band were preparing for a award show backstage. As you finished practicing y’all’s final song, you let out a deep breathe as nervousness flooded your senses.

You felt a hand on your holder as you turned around. It was your drummer, kasity. “Hey y/n, I know your nervous but… it’ll be okay! We will do great!”

“Yeah yeah I know, thanks kasity!” You smiled, feeling better. “Y/B/N! Y’all are on in 5!” You heard your crew yell. You took another deep breath before standing backstage and waiting to go on.

“And for our next performance…” the host spoke into the mic, “Y/B/NNNN~” the host said as you ran on stage singing your most popular song as you lean down to interact with the screaming crowd.

As you went to look back up, scanning over the croud, you saw him. Bill Kaulitz looking into your eyes with a certain look in his eyes.

You blushed as you turned away from him, singing your heart out as the crowd screamed your bands name in excitement.

After a few songs, you and your band walked off stage after you said a few final goodbyes to the crowd

BILLS POV

I was sitting in the crowd with my twin brother waiting for the next performer to start before my thought we’re interrupted by the host.

“And for our next performance… we have the lovely, talented, Y/B/N!!” Ah shit. I’ve always had a crush on the lead singer, y/n

As if on cue, y/n came on the stage, singing my favorite song of theirs. Unexpectedly, she looked even prettier in person.

She smiled and jumped around the stage, singing the song with a smile on her face. God, she looked beautiful.

She bent down to interact with the crowd and as she looked up, and we made eye contact. It was like the whole world stopped and it was just me and her.

I could see blush spread across her face that made confidence flow through my body. She looked up and continued the performance.

It seamed as time speed up, to my disappointment. And as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared. I searched for her the whole night.

Though with all the people I always ended up losing her. I went home with a feeling of sadness in my bones but also a feeling that I’d see her again.

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June 21st 2023

BILLS POV

I was standing up talking to gustav as we waited for the next artist to come on stage and perform.

This event gave me déjà vu for so reason but I pushed the feeling down. “Okay! Our next performer is…. Y/B/N!!!!” The host spoke.

My eyes widened as I turned my head around quickly, seeing her again. Oh my god.

Finally it was happening, after almost 16 years. I’d finally found her again. Her body swayed to the music as she sung.

It was like history was repeating itself as she scanned the crowd with her eyes before locking eyes with me. She had to do a double take before her eyes widened as well.

It looked like her shock was short lived as she smiled a gummy smile at me, making me reciprocate her smile.

She didn’t take her eyes off mine the whole time and I didn’t take my eyes off hers.

YOUR POV

I finally found him. We smiled at each other every now and then sadly my performance had to come to an end. As I left the stage, I smiled at him again before I couldn’t see him anymore.

Once I could finally go out into the crowd, I was swarmed by people but my mind wasn’t off him. I needed to find him.

While walking around, I bumped into somebody. “Ah I’m so sor-“ I gasped at I looked up at the man I bumped into.

“Hi…” bill said looking down at you. “Hi..” you said as you laughed with him. The whole night was filled with you both laughing and enjoying each others presence.

Thought the feelings between the both of you was not unnoticed by Tom, Georg, and gustav. They decided to send you both up to bills room to grab something, in hopes that something would happen

Once you were up there, you and Bill are on his bed, just talking about life and his everything’s been. “Can I kiss you?” Bill blurred out.

“W-what?” Your said your eyes growing wider. “Shit sorry I don’t know why I said th-“ Bill was cut off by your lips on his.

He melted into your kiss as he kissed you back, hands moving up to cup your cheeks as he pressed closer to you. The kiss was slow at first, but soon grew hungry.

His tongue teased against your lips and you parted them, moaning as his tongue touched yours. Bills hands squeezed your hips and a small whine left your lips as yall made out

You tugged at the back of bills shirt with a soft whimper. With a breath, Bill pulled his shirt over his head. “Eager, my love?” He said with a goofy smile.

“Shut up and take off your clothes.” You said as you pulled your dress over your head. Leaving you in only your bra and underwear

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.” He murmured as he worked at his own suit. He eyed your body as you unclipped your bra, now going for your underwhere

He reached out to grab your wrists. “No. That’s for me.” He groaned quietly before lifting you. A squeak left your lips as he did so, not expecting him to lift you up like that.

You instinctually wrapped your legs around him as he took off your underwear, distracting yourself by tangling your hands in his hair and dragging his lips back to yours.

You felt bill leaning you back into the softness of the mattress. His lips left yours, returning to nuzzle your breasts before moving down your belly.

He pressed kisses against your abdomen, working his way down to your hips. You whined, lifting your hips to get more contact from him.

Bill snaked one hand up to grip your waist, his hot breath fanned over your core as he spread your legs. “You okay miene leibe?” He cooed, nudging his nose against your inner thigh.

“Yeah.. I’m okay” you said as you smiled down at him. He made sure to take time to mark your thighs until he had you squirming and wining for him.

It wasn’t until you begged did he finally flatten his tongue against you, licking a broad stripe against your core.

A whine left your lips as you arched your hips, wanting him to do that again. His hands kept a firm grip on your thighs as he fucked you with his tongue, making you wine under him.

You whined his name, rocking your hips as he pumped his finger slowly into you. “Bill, please.” You breathed, tugging on his hair.

“Please, what?” Bill asked against you, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit and making you yelp at the contact. “I need you.” You whined, tugging on his hair again. “Need me how, sweets?” He chuckled and smirked

You know how!” You wined at him. “Say it.” He responded. You tugged on his hair again. Bill’s response was a swift smack to your thigh, and you gasped at the sting on your skin.

He licked his lips and raised a brow at you expectantly. You frowned at him. Bill shrugged and once again smacked your thigh.

A whimper left your lips. “Say. It.” Bill growled at you, turning his head to kiss your thighs. You groaned, huffing in defeat as you laid your head back against the pillows.

“I need you to fuck me.” You mumbled. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” Bill hummed, fingers tapping against your thigh impatiently. “I need you to fuck me.” You repeated a little louder.

Bill smirked, kissing over the mark he left on your thigh. “Ask me nicer.” Bill said. “Bill, I swear to God-” you were cut off by bill.

“Just ask me. Ask nicely and I’ll fuck you.” You huffed, as you smoothed your fingers in his hair. You gently started to massage at the roots where you had tugged and you felt bill turn into a puddle between your thighs.

“Billy..” You spoke sweetly. There was silence. “Billyy?” You tried again, “Hm?” He finally responded. A blush settled on his cheeks.

“Bill~” You cooed, starting to massage again. “Yes, pretty baby?” Bill breathed against your skin as he pressed a kiss to it. 

“I need you to fuck me, please?” You pouted at him. “I need you to make me cum on your cock.” You wined at him.

“Scheiße” bill groaned, pressing his face against you. You giggled as you slowed your massaging of his scalp, instead tugging once again. This spurred bill back into action.

He moved up your body, pressing his lips to yours. You groaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. You pushed his boxers off, managing to wiggle them off of his body and toss them aside somewhere in the room.

“Such a sweet girl. Letting me fuck you.” He cooed as he pushed his dick into you. You moaned, biting on your lower lip as he pushed into you.

You wiggled your hips, arms wrapping back around his neck and settling a hand in his soft, blonde hair as he sunk into you inch by inch.

Your walls fluttered around his length, begging for more. When his hips met yours, you let out a shaky breath. “Oh, my god.” You breathed, feeling a pleasant sting as he stretched you for him.

Bill pulled back before snapping his hips into yours again. A deep groan left his lips as he started a rough pace. Your mouth fell open in a pretty ‘O’ shape, moans and bill’s name falling from your lips easily.

 “Taking me so good, pretty girl,” bill moaned as he fucked into you. “Look so perfect under me while I fill you up.” You almost wanted to die at how he spoke to you.

Bill’s hard thrusts became rough and sloppy and you let out a high-pitched whine. You were starting to feel the coil tighten low in your belly.

Bill chuckled and kissed your pouting lips. He cupped your face in his hands and spoke, “Im never gonna let you go again baby.” You smiled before you and Bill moaned loudly.

You both came as your legs shook against bills. He didn’t get off but just held you, much to your relief. After a few minutes, he slowly got off you and slipped your underwear back on you.

He put his underwear back on as well before crawling into bed with you and holding you tight. This was definitely a start of something special..

[uhohdad]

First of all bestie take all the time you need

If the fic came out next week or next month or next year it wouldn't make it any less perfect so don't overwork or stress yourself your health is so much more important to us than the fick ( mentally and physically )

Second of all, I don't wanna spoil anyone who hasn't read your last post, but know I'm giggling like crazy while playing with my hair.

Also, do you do emojie anons here? 👉👈

First of all bestie tysm ily and i appreciate everyone being so patient with me y’all are <3 💖🩷💕💞💗🩷💕

and yes of course!! just let me know which emoji lovebug i think the only one taken is the teddy bear at the moment

OH also I remembered a few more Price (+ one Konig) fun facts I forgot to share:

⚠️THE TRIBUTES and THE GAMES SPOILERS BELOW⚠️

Price made the kids go to bed early the night before the games because he didn’t want to see or hear them. 😭 It’s too hard, because is it impossible not to be even the slightest bit charmed by his tributes.

Price was the one who was knocking on Plucky’s door the night she was upset over her training score :( He knew she was feeling some type of way. It’s also why he was trying to be delicate with her about the interview.

Reader’s ‘Price Voice’ in the arena was not far off in the least bit. Price is acting like he’s watching a sports team he bet the farm on - screaming at the screens, leaning forward in his chair, grunting mumbles to himself, hollering and highfiving when his kids find their fucking sense.

Also this wasn’t canon five seconds ago but it is now - Price absolutely got so excited by one of Plucky’s escapes that he gave Ruby a sloppy, excited kiss on the mouth. She stormed out of the room bright red, fists at her sides, and heels slamming against the floor.

Price not only matched them but made sure the outfits were “soft” for their interviews on purpose. It lends to reader being underestimated and it made Konig seem less intimidating so he could lay the lover boy angle on thick.

When Konig saw Reader in that blue dress - AYO. Bro was flabbergasted when he saw her backstage. And back in the suite he sat at that dining table and just watched her pace around the room with her pretty fluttering dress like a flower-goddess-of-wrath with fucking hearts in his eyes bro. So down bad.

[jagibee]

Call Me Luna

(Stray Kids x Reader)

Chapter 2

2,355 Words

A/N: Y’all have no idea how hard I fought for my life against Tumblr to post this. Hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think!💞

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Honestly, you had never intended to sign on for a job with a big company, especially one that was just starting out with an omegan caretaker program. It was just easier to settle down with a nice rich pack where your clients already had cooks and cleaners and you mostly just had to listen to the members complain about each other and settle minor disputes. That was how the last pack you worked for operated.

But, you applied anyway. You were a fan of several of the bands and it was no big deal if they rejected you, which was pretty likely. If they only had one caretaker per band and a couple hundred truly qualified candidates, the odds weren’t 100% in your favor, especially because you didn’t grow up in Korea. Still, it would be an interesting story to tell people.

Even if there was a 99.99% chance they were rejecting you, it still took you some time to muster up the courage to open the email from JYPE.

When you finally managed to do so, you were sitting in your bed with your laptop in front of you. Just in case you took the news worse than you thought, you opened up a tab for how to start a new life.

Nothing bad was going to happen, you reminded yourself, the email either says yes or no, they aren’t going to come beat you up if they reject you.

Sucking in a deep breath and closing your eyes, you clicked on the email. Giving yourself a few seconds to enjoy this moment before your heart broke just a little, you finally opened your eyes.

“Dear Ms. L/N Y/N, we were quite impressed with your blah blah blah yada yada yada…” Glossing over all the formalities, your eyes skipped to the important part.

“After careful consideration, we’ve decided to accept you as an omegan caretaker for one of our bands.”

Wait.

Shit.

Shit.

What?

They wanted you as the omegan caretaker of one of their bands? Choosing not to trust your eyes, you read over that sentence five more times before collapsing backwards onto your bed, exhaling harshly.

You sat back up to read the rest of the email and see if they specified which band. Maybe it was a completely made up band just for a prank or something.

“Unfortunately we are not at liberty to tell you which band you will be working with just yet, for safety and privacy reasons. You will be told your assignment once you meet with us in person.”

Shit, you thought, I guess I’ve got to pack.

…

You weren’t sure whether it was better or worse they didn’t tell you which band you were assigned to.

For the entire duration of the flight, you were wondering which group it would be and what you knew about each one. You couldn’t think of anything else and you couldn’t go to sleep or anything, no matter what you tried. However, if you had known who it was, your mind would have done the same, only it would have been freaking out about certain members and what each person was like and what they needed from you.

Secondary gender dynamics were a bit of a controversial subject in the kpop industry. Some companies made their fans aware of their idols’ classification, even some talking about it freely in interviews.

However, JYPE kept most of that information private. Of course, there were guesses made by the fans, and sometimes stalkers who tried their best to uncover their bias’ secondary gender.

You didn’t want to make assumptions, but you did know that most groups had alphas as their leaders, a bit of an out-dated custom but as long as the group dynamic worked and everyone got along with each other, it was above your pay grade.

Also, something you would have to adapt to would be if you were assigned to a boy group or a girl group. The difference didn’t matter much to you personally, but in the industry, there were certain things you had to consider.

After a while of all this swirling around in your mind, even some of it getting jotted down in your Notes app, you were startled from your thoughts by the pilot’s voice, telling you that you would be landing soon.

Honestly, after that, you kind of forgot the rest, it all happened so fast.

You arrived at night and found a person with a sign reading your name. You walked up and introduced yourself. They had a car and you got in.

At some point, you had tried to get out information regarding the group you had been assigned to, but apparently “once you meet with us in person” did not extend to your driver.

You were taken to a nice hotel that had been paid for by the company and told to rest. There would be a meeting at the company in the morning.

Just like on the plane, you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep, so you took your time getting ready.

There was a huge shower and a nice tub, so you decided, ‘screw it, I’m doing both’.

You washed yourself with soap that highlighted your natural omega scent and when you dried off, you lotioned everywhere.

After taking a tentative sniff of the hotel body wash, you were glad you brought your own. Evidently, all the money that the hotel got from its rich guests didn’t go into shower products.

You washed your face until you had practically rubbed a layer of skin off and then spent far too long picking an outfit.

Despite the limited space in your suitcases, you finally managed to find one you deemed adequate.

Checking yourself over in the mirror, you couldn’t help a little shiver of excitement.

Holy shit they want me. Me! MEEEEEEE!!!

Unfortunately, the excitement quickly turned into anxiety.

Fuck, what if they don’t? What if they look at me and say “oh shit she was actually supposed to go into the ‘never ever ever pile’”? Or worse. They know it’s you and they’re expecting you to be amazing and then you’re going to somehow set the building on fire.

You flopped backwards onto the way-too-big-for-any-one-person bed and just decided to space out to some music.

While you weren’t actually in the music business, it was cool that your new job had led you somewhere more . . . music-adjacent.

After listening to one or two songs and washing away your thoughts, your alarm went off, telling you it was time to go down to the lobby where another car would be waiting for you.

It was a short drive to the company and for the most part, you had managed to keep your sanity in check. However, once you saw the signs outside the building, your heartbeat skyrocketed.

Is this meeting with the managers or just the band? Maybe it will just be with managers or a special team for organizing the caretakers. Would you get to meet the other caretakers? That could be fun, getting to share tips and exchanging stories about awful clients.

That thought calmed you partially, but most of your brain was consumed with just one concern: god, I hope the band likes me.

You were ushered through the door and a pretty beta who introduced herself as Jisu took you to an elevator and up to the conference room where your meeting would take place.

They had given you a pastel yellow lanyard that said ‘CARETAKER’ and when you looked around the room, you could see that most of the people in the room had one as well.

After telling you to sit anywhere, Jisu left the room, presumably to greet and guide someone else.

You smiled at the people in the room, there were three other caretakers sitting at a table and two people who stood up looking down at clipboards. All of the caretakers were omegas, along with one of the clipboard people, but the other was a beta. One of the caretakers, a dark-skinned woman who looked to be just a couple years older than you, smiled back kindly and you elected to sit next to her. Her scent was like sweet wild berries.

She leaned over and whispered, “So, first time in Korea?” You couldn’t place her accent, but you wanted to hear more of it.

You turned to her and nodded. “Yes, but I’ve studied the language and culture so hopefully I’ll be able to adjust quickly.”

“Yes, but you can only learn so much without actually being here. It’s very different from my home,” she mused.

About to ask her where she was from, you were interrupted by Jisu escorting another person with a yellow badge into the room. Immediately after, a beta man in a suit came in with a bunch of files and sat down in the front of the room with his hands folded in front of him.

“Greetings, I am Park Kwang-sun and I will be overseeing all of the omegan caretaker operations. Today, we will train you on what the company expects from you as well as how to deal with any problems that will arise. Mostly, we will focus on what you can do in public and on camera versus what you can do in private. We should end at around lunchtime and then, after a break, you will receive the assignments regarding which band you will be tending to.”

You could feel the air go a little sharper, with every caretaker in the room anticipating which client they will get.

Kwang-sun continued on. “After that, you will meet with one of the managers of that band to discuss specifics and then the cars will take you back.”

Okay. Okay, no actual meeting the band today. That was fine. That way you could study up on the members and decide the best way to interact with them.

You settled in for a couple hours of watching a slideshow, telling you mostly that you couldn’t curse, reveal private information, or do anything inappropriate on camera or in public. It was a bit obvious and therefore a bit boring, but seeing a serious, professional man in a suit and perfect haircut stand with a slide behind him displaying every curse word you could think of, in English and Korean, did bring you some amusement.

Kwang-sun explained that since they were just starting out with an omegan caretaker program, along with the rest of the kpop industry, your role could be negotiated into what you felt was best for the band. If you just wanted to take care of them in private, or if you wanted to be with them 100% of the time, you could bring that up with the band and their managers and they would figure out the best way to adapt.

When it was time for break, they brought up meals from the cafeteria that were actually pretty good and you got to know a little about the other caretakers.

The dark-skinned woman was named Saira and she was born in India but studied in Paris. There was another woman, lighter-skinned but with striking purple lipstick named Millie, who was born and studied in London. The curly-haired man sitting next to Millie introduced himself as Justin, and he was from Cairo. The man who came in after you said his name was Jae and he was from Busan but studied in New York.

The company must have been serious about finding the best people for the job since these people came from all over. You felt slightly intimidated and definitely under qualified.

You were evidently the youngest there, then Justin, Millie, Saira, and finally Jae, though you and Jae were only a couple years apart.

You learned that Millie had always wanted to be a caretaker, inspired by the one that her pack had when she was young. Jae was originally planning to become a doctor and had even completed a year of pre-med, but decided to focus more on mental health. After growing up in a pack mostly made up of omegas, Saira studied pack dynamics with a focus on alphas in order to round out what she didn’t know from her own experience. Justin had been a mechanic and had planned on going to law school before he signed up for a part-time caretaker initiation program with his friend and discovered his calling.

It was nice to learn about the other caretakers and their experiences, but your thoughts were mostly occupied with which group you would be assigned to.

After seemingly ages, Kwang-sun came back with five files under his arm. Checking the names, he handed one out to each of you.

Huh. It looked so plain for something that was going to change your life. Just a manila folder with your name in black, bolded ink. You looked around to your fellow caretakers. No one had looked inside their files yet, awaiting instructions to do so. However, Jae and Saira, as the oldest, seemed to be much more composed than Justin and Millie who each had wide eyes mirroring your own.

Back at the front of the room, Kwang-sun had grabbed a clipboard from one of the two others in the room, neither of them had said anything for the entire time so you really didn’t know what they were here for.

Kwang-sun looked up with a smile. “Now, for what I’m sure you’ve all been waiting for. Here are your assignments: Jae you will be working with TWICE.”

A silent nod was all the acknowledgement Jae gave.

“Saira, you will be working with NMIXX.”

In response, she gave a thoughtful “hmm” but nothing more.

“Millie, you will be working with Xdinary Heroes.”

Her jaw dropped slightly but she took a deep breath and nodded like Jae.

“Justin, you will be working with ITZY.”

He let out a sharp exhale that sounded a bit like a laugh.

“And Y/N, you will be working with Stray Kids.”

You felt ice and fire fighting in your veins.

What?

[mshalfemptygirl]

Protective (S.R)

Plot: Spencer is very jealous after prison and this can be bad for his relationship with Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Contents: against and fuffy, just a couple with problems but i love it

Request: meu cenário fav é post prison spencer sendo suuper over protective com a reader 😿💞 e tipo uma vez eles vão sair e tem um cara enchendo o saco dela e ele ficaria TAO PUTO ao ponto de quase prender o cara 

A/N: Thank you so much for you guys liked my fics. I’ll let the link for Spencer Reid Masterlist in the end. Love y’all. Requests are open! Hope you like it!

It was the first time Spencer had been out in public since his release from prison. After months of suffering and struggling to prove his innocence, he was finally free. I still remember those endless nights I spent crying, feeling utterly helpless because I couldn’t be with him. It felt like living in a never-ending nightmare. But now he was back in our apartment. His belongings were in their usual places, and his life seemed to be getting back to normal. However, he had changed.

I hoped that taking him to our favorite coffee shop, the same place where we had our first date, might help him feel a little better. We ordered our usual coffees and some cookies. I tried to keep him engaged by talking about my job teaching kids. I told him about a student of mine who has a passion for every type of fruit. She’s an incredibly sweet little girl, full of energy and excitement whenever we talk about colours in class. Her genuine enthusiasm is infectious, and the way her eyes light up when she talks about colours always brings a smile to my face. It’s moments like these that make teaching so rewarding.

Spencer listened, but he seemed disinterested, barely making an effort to engage. “Y/N, that sounds interesting,” he said, his voice lacking enthusiasm. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” With a brief, polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes, he stood up and walked away. His detachment was hurtful. Despite my efforts to connect and share something that mattered to me, he appeared indifferent and uninterested in reconnecting with his old life. I sat there, feeling the sting of his disconnection, and tears began to well up. I forced myself to look out the window at the park across the street, trying to hold back my emotions and stay composed.

I noticed a man sitting nearby and quickly turned to see if it was Spencer returning. It wasn’t. The stranger, seeing that I was upset, approached with genuine concern. “Hey, are you okay? Why are you crying? Did that guy do something to upset you?” he asked, his voice full of empathy. I found it strange that a random person seemed more caring in this difficult moment than my own boyfriend. I answered politely, not wanting to alarm him. “No, no! He didn’t do anything. We’re just going through a tough time,” I said, feeling a pang of sadness and hopelessness.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be right here if you need anything,” he said, his voice soothing as he gently touched my hand. His kindness was a stark contrast to the distance I felt from Spencer. I was so engrossed in this stranger’s unexpected attention that I didn’t notice Spencer coming back. When I finally looked up, I saw him standing behind the stranger with an expression of fierce anger on his face. My heart raced as I quickly pulled my hand away from the stranger’s, feeling a wave of anxiety. Spencer’s presence was unmistakable, and his anger was palpable.

“What a lovely couple!” Spencer’s voice sliced through the air, dripping with venom. “Care to explain what the hell is going on here? Did you find someone else while I was away? What a fucking whore.” His words were a harsh, stinging blow, and I was stunned into silence. Spencer’s rage was unlike anything I’d ever seen from him. The man I loved seemed to have completely disappeared, replaced by a furious, unrecognizable stranger. His face was contorted with anger, his eyes blazing with intensity. It was as if the gentle, caring person I knew had been overtaken by a dark, volatile force.

“Honey, it’s not like that. He just came over to see if I was okay. I don’t even know him,” I said, my voice trembling with desperation. Spencer’s harsh laugh echoed through the café, drawing the attention of everyone around us. “Of course she’s okay. More than okay,” Spencer said with a mocking edge. “She’s with me. She’s my girlfriend, you see? So, if you didn’t get the memo, I could have you arrested for harassment. She belongs to me, so you’d better leave before things get ugly.” The young man stood up, casting me a sympathetic glance before quickly leaving.

“Fuck you, Reid! Go to hell,” I said, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and sorrow. I stood up and headed back to our apartment, feeling overwhelmed by rage and disappointment. It felt as if the person I loved most had descended into a dark place, consumed by anger and rudeness, leaving me deeply heartbroken.

Back in my bedroom, I wrapped myself in a soft white blanket and settled into my bed, clutching a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Cookie ice cream. The comforting chill of the ice cream contrasted with the emotional turmoil I felt as I watched The Fault in Our Stars. I envied the deep, unwavering love between the characters, yearning for something similar with Spencer.

The sound of footsteps approaching the door interrupted my thoughts, followed by a soft knock. I paused the movie, wiped my tears with the back of my hand, and said, “I don’t want to talk, Spencer.” Despite my resolve to stay away, he pleaded, “Baby, please, can we talk?” With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly replied, “Come in.”

Spencer entered, his face etched with distress and fatigue, as if he had been crying. He sank onto the edge of the bed, his posture tense. I looked at him closely, noticing the deep lines of worry on his face. “Y/N, I’m really sorry,” he began, his voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve been a jerk,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “I don’t want anyone near you because you’re mine. It’s not about possession; it’s just that, in prison, I saw how they treated women and heard terrible things about what they might do to you. I’m trying to protect you, but I know that doesn’t excuse my behavior. I’ve been awful these past few weeks, and I’m really sorry. You know I love you,” he said, his voice tinged with deep remorse.

As he spoke, my face fell with sadness and pain. I decided to open my heart to him and confront the situation we were facing. “Spencer, today has been incredibly hard for me,” I said, struggling to hold back the tears that were welling up. “I’m sorry for what happened, but I tried to talk to you, and you seemed uninterested. Then, you yelled at that man who was just checking if I was okay. Calling me names was devastating. You need help—please, go to therapy or talk to someone. I love you, but I can’t keep living like this. I want to be with you, but you’re making it so difficult.”

Spencer’s face flushed with shame as my words sank in. He looked down, unable to meet my eyes, his guilt almost palpable. After a moment of heavy silence, he reached out, gently taking my hand in his. His grip was tender but firm, as if he was afraid to lose that connection. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never meant to hurt you like this. Please, let me make it right. I don’t want to lose you.” His thumb brushed over the back of my hand, a small gesture that spoke of his desperation to bridge the gap between us.

“Spencer, I love you and want to marry you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. “But we can’t move forward unless you’re willing to change. Let go of the jealousy, and please seek help to deal with everything that’s happened.” I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “If you give us this chance, I’ll be by your side every step of the way. Can we make this work together?”

He moved closer, gently threading his fingers through my hair. “I promise, love. I want to make your plan happen. I’m truly sorry. I love you,” he murmured, his voice tender. I leaned in, kissing him softly, our tears mingling as I wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace. In that moment, I held on to the hope that, despite everything, our love could find a way through the darkness.

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[romiantic]

DATING EARTH 42!MILES

→ READING: black!fem!reader

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff

→ A/N: earth 42 is prowler miles btw. it’s okay I be getting confused too 🚶🏽‍♀️

— dating this boy would give grumpy x sunshine, or even black cat x golden retriever. though, it does depend on who you are and your personality. I would say miles has a type but doesn’t at the same time, like he isn’t picky with who he date but he definitely has some standards and they’re high

— I would say miles gravitates towards girls who give him a home type of feeling, reminds him of his mother, or even gives him a great sense of nurture. yes rio is in his life but nurture is greatly important to miles so please show him love him as much as you can

— he refuses to believe but miles was the one that fell for you first, like a love at first sight type of thing. his heart achingly tugged at you after seeing the way you carry yourself, how you treat others, and the way you were so kind and open to him. he was lovestruck and didn’t know what to do, his stone cold presence would melt immediately when you waved at him

— at the time of the crush, he kept going to his mom and uncle for advice, especially his mom. they both gave some good advice each time but always reminded him to follow his heart (corny I know but if word okay). following his heart lead to him asking you to homecoming, then a date to a nearby art show, to asking you to be his girl on new years eve, and now he’s calling your phone to remind you how beautiful and precious you are <3333

— his family is y’all biggest fan (mainly rio), when he brings you to his home, his uncle is always joking about a future wedding. rio adores the way you treat her son and always invites you to a girl’s day out when she’s not busy

— a typical day for you and miles would be a walk around the city, watching y’all favorite show, or playing music and just chillin. miles doesn’t mind going out but it’s not often, too much of a homebody. when he is in the mood to go out, it’s not often a party, usually the movies or the boardwalk that he prefers

— miles will join you on a quick trip to the beauty supply store or the corner store, even if it’s for one item. yes, he is paying for it, no questions asked

— if you too are bored enough, you guys will make tiktoks and I mean a lot of tiktoks. most of them are drafts but you do post some of them and they always do numbers. what can I say? the internet loves y’all <3

— y’all know that sound, “and my man? thank you to my man!” ? that’s y’all FR! every time y’all go out and he pays for you, you’re singing that or posting on your tiktok of buying you stuff with that sound cause thank you milesssss <333

— this boy can be quite stubborn, not gonna lie. he’s willing to put up a fight, especially if he’s in a sour mood and he’ll make it five times worse if you call him “sassy”. miles being sassy? oh he’ll show you sassy, don’t be mad when he starts throwing your sayings back at you or sub dissing with songs on his story (pls him and brent faiyaz can move on somewhere)

— miles doesn’t mind you playing with his hair, it’s his favorite pastime with you actually! the soft voices of rnb singers playing through his tv while you play with curls, slowly turning them with your fingers and watching them bounce back to its original state

— he absolutely loves loves loves when you unbraid his hair and give him a nice scalp massage, it put his whole body into a state of release. your fingers rubbing his thick curls with castor oil brings him comfort and loosens up the tenseness that he holds on a daily

— firm believer that miles will treat you like a princess! he believes that his girl is a princess and deserves princess treatment only. he will take you out to eat (and pay for it), spoil you with small gifts, shower you with compliments, the whole nine yards. anything to bring a smile to his pretty girl’s face, he will consistently do it. your contact name on his phone is “hermosa princesa 💞”, please this boy loves his pretty princess

— miles is more of a facetimer/caller than texter. yes texting is more convenient for the both of you but he can’t help when his heartstrings are pulled at the sight of your pretty face on his phone. he won’t admit but miles gets very excited when you call him first, even if it’s to remind him that you love him

— after your hair or nail appointment, he is immediately calling to see the end results. he do not care if it’s a simple set of box braids or french tips, if miles think you look good, you look GOOD. but if you don’t like the way your nails or hair looks, he will speak up to the person who did it and ask them to fix it for you

— his lockscreen is a picture of you on y’all first date, when you took pictures on his phone while he was using the bathroom. that day was so nerve wracking for both of you but ended up being so much fun, leading to a second date, third date, etc

— for shits and giggles, he’ll throw around Spanish words that you won’t know, especially if y’all are arguing. he enjoys the confused look you give when he says something in Spanish, raising his ego up real bad. speaking of, don’t argue with this boy if you can’t match his energy. when I tell you his pettiness is bad, oh it is BAD and he won’t back down either

⭑ wow…writing for earth 42 miles was easier than I thought-

⭑ I truly believe this lil boy is so down for y/n, he might be worse than 1610!miles but can easily hide it

⭑ lemme know if y’all want a part 2 cause I highkey have way more hcs for both miles

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 139:13-14

SPIDERMAN: ATSV MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗉𝗇𝗄𝗐𝖾𝖻. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

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~Pregnancy Announcement Extended~

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yourinstagram glowing and growing💞

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harryfan1 WHAT THE FUCK YOURE PREGNANT????????!!?! WHAT

harryfan6 IM SO NOT WELL

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zendaya CONGRATULATIONS!

florencepugh MAMA!!!

annetwist 😭❤️ !!!!

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harryfan5 IM CRYING

harrystyles So fucking gorgeous .

harryfan9 IM IM WHAT IM WHAT

harryfan11 IM CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW BRO

ynfan8 CONGRATS!!!😭😭

harryfan39 CONGRATULATIONS OMG????!!!!!

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harrystyles And just like that, life got a whole lot sweeter🤍

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yourinstagram Made sweetly💕

harryfan1 😭😭😭😭😭

ynfan11 MY BABIESS CONGRATULATIONS

harryfan2 YALL ARE SO CUTE

ynfan14 y’all are the reason i believe in love and soulmates fr

harryfan7 OH MY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK FUCK IM CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP

harryfan19 A FUCKING BABY???

harryfan2 CONGRATULATIONS OH MY FUCK WHAT????!!

annetwist ❤️❤️❤️

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yourinstagram these past couple of months have been a dream💞

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yourbestfriend youre fucking ethereal

cardib 😍.

dovecameron you're so babe

yourinstagram babe

ynfan01 THIS FRIENDSHIP MAKES MY TOES CURLL

ynfan8 OMGGGG

ynfan10 MY FAVORITE GIRLS STOP

harryfan2 i still can't believe you're pregnant ynfan1 ikr??? it does not feel real

harryfan3 dilfrry dadrry really coming true

harryfan4 RIGHT IT MAKES SENSE WHY THEY DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG

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yourinstagram Welcome Home, Baby Aläia🤍

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harrystyles ❤️

dovecameron So happy for you guys!!🥹🥹

yourinstagram ❤️❤️

arianagrande 💕💕💕Congratulations babygirl!

yourinstagram Thank you angel❤️

harryfan1 I CANT BELIEVE YOURE PARENTS

harryfan2 ALÄIA!!!😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

ynfan1 THE NAME !!!

ynfan2 HER NAME IS SO PRETTY

harryfan3 IM CRYING HER NAME IS BEAUTIFUL CONGRATULATIONS

zendaya CONGRATULATIONS ❤️❤️

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harrysupdates HARRY SEEN OUT WITH ALAIA YESTERDAY MORNING???????????!!!!!

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harryfan1 HES SUCH A DAD FUCK

harryfan2 HES A DAD HES A DAD BREATHE

ynfan1 this is so 😭

harryfan3 gosh this such dadrry

harryfan4 DADRRY WORLD DOMINATION

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yourinstagram Grateful🤍

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arianagrande Perfect🥲!

florencepugh Y’all are so precious ARGH

harryfan1 crying.

harryfan2 FIRST AND THIRD OMGGGGG???!??😭😭😭😭

-three years later-

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yourinstagram baby girl 💞

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harrystyles So precious!🤍

harryfan1 DADRRY

harryfan2 my heart is melting

harryfan3 ALAIA!!

ynfan1 HER HAIR??? IM JEALOUS BYE

ynfan2 her hair is literally beautiful.

harryfan4 LITERALLY 😭😭

annetwist Beautiful !❤️❤️😊😊

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harrysupdates Harry smiling and waving to Y/n and Alaia during LOML last night 😭😭

harryfan2 GOSH THIS WAS SO ADORABLE

harryfan3 this is too cute

ynfan1 STOP BECAUSE WHAT

harryfan6 this is going to be the death of me

ynfan22 my seats had a perfect view of y/n. i couldn’t take my eyes off of her. she’s so beautiful it’s insane.😭😭

ynfan3 LITERALLY

harryfan7 she kinda stole the show😭

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fan last night was just simply the best night ever. dream come true. seen two of the lomls yesterday. i met one of them and i truly can’t express how grateful i am for this experience. yourinstagram was the sweetest person ever and gives the best hugs, i love you yn. thank you so much for being such an angel. and harry i love you more than life it’self thank you for tonight, for everything. ❤️

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harryfan1 YOU MET Y/N??? HOW WAS SHE ?? OMG DID YOU SEE HAVE ALAIA??

fan YES. CRAZY TO SAY YOU CAN GET STARSTRUCK BY A 3 YEAR OLD😭 but yn was perfect. she’s a fucking angel. she also smells really good

ynfan2 WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER?? WHAT DID SHE SAY????

fan I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER HER. ESPECIALLY NOT WITH HER CHILD I JUST SAID HI AND I WAS REALLY NERVOUS. I DIDNT EVEN GET A PHOTO CUZ I WAS NERVOUS TO ASK?!?!!! BUT SHE JUST SAID SHE APPRECIATES THE SUPPORT AND HOW MUCH RESPECT I GAVE HER AND SHE TOLD ME THAT HARRY IS INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL I CAME ALL THE WAY FROM CANADA TO SEE HIM. SHE EVEN ASKED FOR MY NAME I WAS SO SHAKING😭😭

ynfan3 oh my gosh she is an angel

harryfan3 it’s the way she probably told harry about you!!😭

fan NO BECAUSE THAT KEPT ME UP ALL NIGHT

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ynfan1 stop i’m 😭😭

harryfan1 ‘BABY'😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

harryfan2 i’m so unwell. y’all are too cute 😭

ynfan2 they’re so in love

harryfan3 SO PROUD OF YOUUUU

lizzo BESTFRIEND !💕

harryfan6 😭😭THIS FRIENDSHIP KEEPS ME ALIVE

harryfan7 LIZZO!