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yamikawas · 2 years
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Do you ever feel your lips tingling? That was meeeee 🌸⚡️
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#KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY KISY#HI IM DONE INSANE REBLOGGING BC I GOT TO THE POSTS I ALREADY RBD.BUT I AM DEFINITELY NOT DONE BEING INSANE<3<3<3#AND NOW MY MIND IS FILLED WITH THOUGHTS OF YOOMTAH KISSING ME ALL OVER MY FACE.HASHTAG GIRLWIN<3<3<3#AAAAAAAAAAAHAHWHAHAJAHSAJDJSBJDKSDJFKBSFK I LOVE<3<33<3<3<3<3<3<3<33HER<3<3<3<3<333<3<3<4<4_3<÷_3<3<3<3<3<3<3==3&÷<3<<33<73<=<=$&*#SQUEALING AND ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR AND HIDING MY FACE IN MY HANDS AND SCREAMING /POS#YOOMTAH IF U ARE READING I AM SENDING U SO MANY KISSES RIGHT NOW ALL OVER UR CUTE FACE I LOVE YOU#MY HEART.IS GOING TO EXPLODE💖✨🌠💜💘💕🌻👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💗⚠️❤💙🌼💋🍋🌩💗💕💘💞💓💜❤🌈💕💫💞💌💛⚡🌻🌠💚❣🧡💝💫⚠️⚡💟💌🧡✨💓💚💗🍋❤💖💙#IM JSUT SITTING HERE WITH THIS BIG SMILE ON MY FACE THINKING ABT YOOMTAH KISSING ME NOW#I LIKE WHEN SHE KISY ME.I ALSO LIKE WHEN SHE COMMITS MURDER FOR ME.I THINK SHE CAN DO BOTH<3#MYY BRAIN IS STILL MELTINGGGGGGGGGG I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAAHAHSHSJSJDJDAHDHFJBFDFJB#I DONT EVEN KNOW MUCH WORDS ANYMORE ALL I KNOW IS LOVE FOR YOOMTAH#I RLLY CANT THINK ABT ANYTHING OTHER THAN HER ANYMORE SHES FLOODED MY ENTIRE BRAIN#AND I WOULDNT HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY IM SO HAPPY<3<3<3<3333&3&3<33&<3&3<3<3<33<÷_3<÷%=<÷&=÷<÷<÷<3<33&<3<373=3<3<3<<33_^÷*==;#I WANNA SQUEEZE HER SO TIGHT AND NUZZLE MY FACE INTO HER SHOULDER RIGHT NOW I JUST NEED TO BE CLOSE TO HER#I NEED TO BE WITH HER FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER#I MEAN FOREVER I NEED TO CLING TO HER 24/7 I'LL WITHER AWAY WITHOUT HER I SWEAR#SHES JUST.EVERYTHING TO ME SHES MY LIFE FORCE MY PURPOSE FOR BEING MY SOULMATE WE'RE INSEPARABLE#I AM SO SERIOUS I'LL DIE WITHOUT HER ITS CRAZY#YOOMTAH MY BELOVED<3<3<3MY DARLING MY SWEETHEART MY EVERYTHING MY WORLD AND MORE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE#MY SWEET LIL CUTIE PIE I WANT TO SQUISH HER FACE GENTLY AND PET HER SOFT HAIR AND KILL ANYONE WHO LIKES HER TOO MUCH
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cosmal · 11 months
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cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!
eddie munson + soft!shy!gf’s love language is gift giving. maybe friends to lovers?
guitar pick
summary you come over late at night to give eddie a gift.
content eddie munson x shy!fem!reader
Eddie didn’t mean to scare you, really it was an accident, but it doesn't stop him from feeling bad. But he really didn't know you'd be at his door when he opened it up.
"I'm sorry," you gasp. Which is awful because he should be the one apologising. "Sorry, Eds, Wayne let me in."
"It's okay," he says and looks down at you. Tights tucked into your frilly socks at your feet. They wriggle into the trailer-grade flooring. "Sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you."
"I'm okay," you sigh, and then you blink slowly. Eddie remembers it's late - really late. And you're here, jacket over your pyjamas, and a beanie on your head.
"Y/N," he says and moves out of the way to let you into his bedroom. You move, and despite months of being together, you're hesitant about it. You scuffle along the ground and turn to make sure he's behind you. You wait for him to sit down before you do. "Did you walk here?"
"Yeah," you say quietly, taking off your beanie now you've settled. "Eddie, it's fine, don't worry about it." You only live around the corner. Still, it's 11pm and Eddie feels like he might throw up.
"Y/N," he says and tries not to sound stern, "baby, why didn't you call?"
"Because," you sigh, nibbling your bottom lip unthinkingly like always, "because, I got really excited to come see you and didn't even think about it."
Eddie scoots across the bed and nudges your thigh with his knee where he's got his foot tucked under him. "Excited, huh?" He wiggles his eyebrows and feels pleased when you duck your head down to look at your hands in your lap.
"Eddie," you say downwardly, swinging your feet over the edge of his bed. "Stop, no, not like that."
Eddie doesn't sound disappointed because he isn't. He doesn't care why you're here, he's just happy you are. He thinks if you'd come over just to see the stray cats and not him, he'd still just be as pleased. Just to see you is enough.
"Oh?" he asks, leaning his weight into you. You lean with him and Eddie has to hook an arm around your shoulder to stop you from falling into his pillows. You giggle with shy happiness that makes Eddie feel fuzzy. "What're you here for? I saw you five hours ago."
You lean your face into his shoulder, cheek all smooshed up against the sleeve of his sleep shirt. Some Tom Petty merchandise from the dollar bins at the thrift store behind the arcade. It's starting to smell like you. You hide yourself in his side and he can't see your face properly.
"I've got something for you," you say quietly, waiting for his response.
He shifts to rock you. "Oh really?" He finds it hard to hide his excitement.
"You gotta," you steel yourself and Eddie squeezes your knee, "you gotta promise you won't tell me if you hate it. I don't think I can take it," you say seriously.
Eddie tenses and then laughs gently. "Sweetheart, I would never. I'll love it, swears."
You sigh and reach into the inside pocket of your jacket. Pulling out a rolled-up bit of tissue paper, you hand it to him. You won't look him in the face.
Eddie carefully unravels the paper in his hand and drops the contents into his other palm. A long, silver chain with a plastic plate at the end of it. He flips it over to inspect it. It's a guitar pick.
"It's, uh," you say when he looks it over, "it's one of my picks."
You're only new to guitar, mainly acoustic, bass when Eddie can convince you to sit between his legs and teach you.
"Oh," he lets out a deep breath, deflating, "sweetheart, that is so cool. Like totally, amazing."
"Yeah?" You're so shy about Eddie feels like he could die.
"The best thing ever," he groans before he falls on top of you and down into the bed. You yelp, still just as demure now that he's hovering above you. He cages you in with his arms beside your head.
"Eddie..."
"Seriously," he leans down to kiss you on the cheek, "so cool," the other cheek, "thank you," your nose.
You fluster underneath his doting, pushing your face into where he's got his arms around you. "Do you really like it, Teddie?"
Teddie Eddie thinks fondly. Of course, he likes it. He loves you even more. "Really. Actually. Truly."
It takes you a second. You smile something ruining and roll onto your back. "Cool, 'cause I have a matching one." You pull a necklace from out underneath your sleep shirt. There, on the end of the chain is a guitar pick Eddie had given way back when you were still just friends.
Eddie drops himself into you and groans, long and suffering. "Jesus fucking Christ, baby."
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tarjapearce · 8 months
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I need to know how ranchero Miguel convinced the parents to let him marry their daughter. Was it a shotgun wedding? 👀
Indeed 👀. Bit of Drama and slight angst under the cut.
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You had woken up nauseous and dizzy, for the third time in a row. Your mother was concerned. Had something made you sick? She was stricter with the kitchen staff to be more careful. But upon the wafting smell of your usual morning soup, an egg drop soup, entered your room, you retched on the bathroom, again.
You paled.
When was the last time your period came? It was hard to keep tabs when you were trying to attend other business and try to not die in the process. Two months and counting. You barely had the chance of seeing Miguel as well, since he had his own good share of work in the barn.
And he was the last and only man you have been with. Your hands went around your tummy and tears were in the verge of spilling. You were pregnant.
God, you were so scared. You knew how your parents thought of him, and for all you knew, they still thought you were pure.
But as things were going sooner or later They'd find out, probably kick him out and you'd be forced to marry a guy that looked like him to make pass the child as his. The thought scared you shitless, so you washed your mouth, bathed, got dressed and went to him.
He was talking with the foreman of another estate, but excused himself upon seeing you.
His smile faltered when you approached, solemn look, and red nose by the constant sniffling.
"Hey, hey. Come here. ¿Qué le pasa a mi chula?" (What's wrong with you, gorgeous?)
You whimpered and buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly.
"You mom got you on another date?" He rolled his eyes and you shook your head.
"Your dad tried to sell Luis again?" Another shake of your head.
"Then what is it? You gotta tell me,princesa."
"I..." You hiccuped, "I think I'm pregnant."
You could feel him tense and he made you look at him. You thought he'd be angry but the shine in his eyes proved you otherwise.
"¿Voy a ser papá?" He questioned with a excited yet strained voice. You just stared at him and he kissed you, deeply (Am I gonna be a dad?)
"¡Me vas a hacer papá!" (You're making me a dad!)
He was happy and you broke down.
"Why are you crying? Aren't you excited?"
"I am but... Dad will kick you out and... and.. -" You hiccuped and he just held you with a smile.
" Ps, que me eche. I've got my own home anyways. And if... things get bad, you'll come with me. Okay?" He squeezed you tightly and grunted happily, "Dios te vas a ver preciosa con esa panza toda grandota y redonda. Te voy a cuidar, vas a ser mi reina. Ya vas a ver."
(He can do that.) (God, you'll look gorgeous with that big and round belly. Imma take care of you, you'll be my queen. You'll see.)
He just kept rambling things you couldn't understand, but seeing him giddy made your aching heart to relax.
"I'll talk to him. I... Le voy a pedir tu mano." (Imma ask him your hand in marriage)
"W-What? are you sure of it? I mean, I don't want you getting hurt. He might look like an old man but... he knows his tricks.
"Your mother is the one that I'm concerned about."
And he was right.
"ABSOLUTELY NO." She had protested, the staff had been hiding behind the doors, listening to the scene unfold.
"How dare you asking for such thing!"
"Mom-"
"No. Who do you think you are?! Of course you won't marry her! She's set for better things!"
Miguel's eyes narrowed and your heart stopped with sudden rage.
"I want him!" You stood up, stomping your hands on the table.
"I'm old enough to decide on my own, Mom. I... I love Miguel." With every word that spilled from your mouth, she held her heart as your dad just pinched his nose bridge. He had been silent the whole talk, just glaring holes at Miguel.
"Good lord... Just... Imagine the scandal, the people... What would they say about you?! About us?!"
"They already talk shit under our nose, mom. Their opinion is irrelevant. None really approaches us if it's not for a favor."
"You... you brat!"
"I'm pregnant."
Miguel stood to calm you down as the fight kept rising. Your dad immediately straightened up and looked at Miguel.
"You." His voice venomous, but calm, "And you." He pointed at you.
"Tomorrow at church. 8 am."
"You can't be serious! You'll wed them?!
"Your yelling won't make her less pregnant. And I rather have them wedded than having an off marriage child. A sin." Your dad mumbled and looked at you, your rage seemed to be consuming you by how they spoke of your future child. Miguel's expression hardened, a low growl emanating from him.
"Once you're married, I want you both out of my property, got it?"
"Fine! I didn't want to spent my life being a fucking trophy wife for some rich man I barely know."
You were wedded, and despite your dad underlying sadness, and he wanting to swallow his words back, pride didn't allow him to speak and ask you to stay. Your mother didn't even look at your way.
Miguel had packed your things and put them on his truck. You left to a new life with him and your future family.
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volturissideslut · 4 months
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Can you pretty please make a japer hale/Cullen one where if he saw his human mate crying and what he would do. He's my biggest comfort character and I would appreciate it so dearly but, if not that is completely okay I promise you. 🫶
Ps. I love you're writing I read you're page when I'm feeling down and just through out the day. It brings me comfort and happiness I appreciate you as a person in this world of ours. You are amazing and you are doing an amazing and lovely job.
𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊
"Darlin'?" his country accent rings out through your dark and empty room,his vampire eyes easily letting him locate you hurried in the covers on your bed where you sniffle quietly.
He watches in the reflection of your mirror as you squeeze your eyes shut, almost af if it would hide you from the world. If he wasn't so worried about you right now he'd chuckle at the sincerity and childishness at it.
"Bad day, Darlin?" he tries again, and you hum back in response - unable to get your voice to work right now.
At that, he's kicking off his shoes and climbing into bed with you, turning your lamp on as he goes so you can see him. Her pulls you close to him and holds you tight.
"want to talk about it?"
You shake your head no.
"want me to use my gift?"
You hesitate, but ultimately shake your head no.
"... want me to leave?"
You shake your head no.
His thumb rubs soothing circles into your side and the sniffles die down eventually. "I'll let you have tonight, but I want you to talk to me tomorrow. Is that okay, sugar?" his accent becomes a bit thicker in the vulnerable moment.
You nod, turning over and hugging him tightly. Face buried in his neck and arms holding him tight, you mumble a small "thank you, Jasper" before you fall asleep in his icy warm embrace.
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viviennevermillion · 4 months
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when they know you like them
⟡ notes: first time writing for record of ragnarok yayy! guys if you haven't seen this show you should watch it, we have tournament arc, pretty men and sad backstories. comments are appreciated.
⟡ contains: character x gn!reader, how they act when they know you like them but you haven't told them, varying lengths because i am inherently biased
⟡ characters: buddha, beelzebub, hades, nikola
⟡ warnings: all of these are fluff except for beel's which is full of soul-crushing angst i am sorry
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He's such a tease and you can't even be mad at him because unlike Loki or Hermes he's genuinely sweet about it. He overheard Brunhilde talking about how you like him and he decided to have some fun with it first before he confesses.
You meet him by the tree he likes to relax under before his fight and he's happy to see you. "Hi fam! What a pleasant surprise!", he exclaims and waves at you when he sees you walking towards him from a distance, "to what do I owe the honor?"
When you tell him you just wanted to wish him luck before his battle, he grins and pats your head repeatedly before resorting to poking your cheek. "That's sweet of you, bud", he sits down under the tree again and pats the patch of grass by his side, gesturing for you to join him; an offer which you gladly accept.
"I know you don't like being told what to do", you start and let out a sigh, "but don't you die on me out there..."
He lets out a hearty laugh.
"I'll accept it this once, because it's you", he chuckles and leans closer, whispering in your ear with a tone of voice that sounds like it's laced with honey, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're worried about dear old me..."
You stay silent in response to this, which just seems to amuse him more. "You know…best not to lose yourself in worry and fear, it does not do you any good", he warns with a challenging tone, cupping your cheek gently to inspect the emotion that's showing on your face, "getting too attached can often be our demise..."
"I'm good, thank you", you reply dryly, not giving in to his teasing. You reach into your bag to pull out some candy you brought along. "Offer for my favorite god", you state nonchalantly and hand it to him. "So I'm your favorite, huh?", he chuckles, booping your nose, "that's interesting."
He eats some of the candy and remarks that it's tasty before his attention shifts to you again. "I found meditation can help with worries like yours", he explains but can't hide the smile that's tucking at the corner of his lips, as he's fully aware how easily your focus shifts when he's around, "I can show you some techniques if you'd like."
So he spends the next 10 minutes instructing you on meditation and you're trying, but at this point you're suspecting that with the way he keeps whispering instructions into your ear and leans close to you or holds your hand, he's setting you up to fail. "I'm starting this on heightened difficulty", you mumble dryly and he chuckles again. He's clearly having a blast with this.
He's leaning so close to you that you can feel his breath on your lips and he's like "do you feel enlightened yet?"
You open your eyes to glare at him. "You're the bane of my existence."
He forms two peace signs with his hands and sends you an innocent smile. "That's when I'm at my cutest!"
Before he leaves for his fight he gently pulls you into his arms. "Don't worry too much, buddy, I'll be fine", he has his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a comforting embrace. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, relaxing into the warmth of his chest. "I'll see you after the fight, pinky promise", he smiles and gently squeezes you before making his way to the arena.
When you join him again after the battle he's finishing up that bag of candy you gave to him. "I heard you bailed from the infirmary", you let out a sigh and sit down next to him in the grass. "Are you here to drag me back?", he sends you a questioning gaze. You shake your head. "I know better than to try that."
He lets out a satisfied hum and you hug him. "I'm glad you're okay", you whisper and he looks at you with a fond expression, way softer than what you're used to from him. "I told you not to worry too much", he keeps an arm wrapped around you and leans closer to you again until your lips are almost touching, "I think you need more meditation." He grins and plops a candy into his mouth.
You look at him through half-lidded eyes and sigh. "You know what- fuck this shit, next time I'll just bring pocky."
He lets out a laugh and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek. "That's one way to do it."
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One word: Panic
He meets you after his round because you're one of the people who tend to his wounds. You're so sweet to him; you have no idea, not the faintest clue about the curse he is afflicted by.
He's darkness incarnate, at least in his mind; only ever leaving his secluded quarters these days to fight; like in the tournament. To fight, never to protect. His hands weren't made for protection; his heart wasn't made to be loved. But who can really help the things they long for in this life?
Meanwhile, you're like a ray of the sun that mistakenly fell into the depths of hell from which he crawled. He had been shunned; detested for what he was, yet you didn't seem to notice. He thought it was stupid. Or perhaps these were his defenses talking.
Or maybe you knew exactly who he was and simply chose to pay it no mind. Also stupid.
He acted cold around you in the infirmary. Brushed you off with quick responses. Yet you always smiled at him with this carefree, kind expression on your face. Just the way his friends had done once upon a time. Images flashed his mind of their dead bodies and the horror of what he had done. He didn't mean to, he knew he was cursed, yet he hated himself; hated that he was host to the monster that lived within him.
He left the infirmary early that day. Best not to spend too much time around people who were nice to him. It might just get them killed, he thought with bitterness clouding his mind.
But you weren't convinced when he had told you that he was fine upon leaving. So to make sure you didn't release him in bad condition, you sent him a letter, asking him how he was faring. To be honest, you didn't expect that he would actually respond, considering how closed off he was when he met you. But Beelzebub was a lonely man. Terribly lonely and suffering in silence without an ounce of company, just waiting for the day someone or something would be able to put an end to his existence. But that was a dream that felt far out of his reach. So he settled for the next best thing: easing the pain.
So for the next few weeks, the two of you changed letters and every time he opened up a little, you felt joyful and loved that you were getting to know him better.
When you ask him out one day, Beel's heart freezes. This was all too familiar... attachment. Something he couldn't allow himself to have. Something that would bring destruction upon the innocent.
He clutched the letter tightly in his hand, crumpling the paper in the process as he paced back and forth through his room, trying to calm his breathing; trying to make the thought of Lilith's dead body leave his mind. He couldn't allow anything to happen to you. He was a monster and you didn't deserve to become the next tragedy in his life. For weeks now since you had started exchanging letters he put extra locks on his doors at night; some of them with numbers only he knew; he'd freeze the keys and hide them throughout his room in the hopes that he would wake up before the monster could escape the confines it was in.
After receiving the letter where you had confessed that you had taken a liking to him and would like to go out with him; he woke up on the following morning with his room in shambles. Some of the furniture was torn apart, papers were scattered across the floor and the door showed signs of abuse and violence; large scratch marks and some broken locks.
He sent you a letter inquiring about your well-being this time. The wait for your response was spent in agony.
When he finally received a letter back; being informed that you weren't anywhere near his room that night, that you were safe and sound; relief washed over him.
But that was the last letter he ever sent. He deemed it too dangerous to keep you around. You deserved to live and to thrive. Nothing that should be cut short because of his selfish desire for companionship.
As the months went by, the letters got less and less. Until finally you stopped sending them. That was the first time he had cried since Lilith's death. The first time he had slumped down on the floor and sobbed helplessly. His room became silent again. He was alone once more with nothing but the shadow of what could have been.
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The only one who is actually normal about the whole thing.
Hades is a gentleman and he doesn't have enough humor in his heart to tease you like some of his fellow gods would.
Once he has a hunch that you have feelings for him; he prepares to ask you out.
He's very classy with it. He buys you a bouquet of roses and brings them to you, greeting you with a soft smile that few actually get to see on his face. He appears confident and casual; the only sign of nervousness being that he keeps fidgeting with the collar of his shirt without noticing.
Of course you immediately notice the bouquet. But you don't bring it up until he does. "Hades! Good to see you", you greet him and give him a smile. He smiles back at you. "Y/n, I- was wondering if you'd like to have dinner sometime?", he stumbles over his words one time but overall delivers the question very professionally.
You're a little caught off-guard. After all; Hades is not someone where you notice he has feelings for you unless he decides to let you know. "Oh...", you take a moment to process, "I'd love to!"
Hades is glad to hear that answer. Whatever was he worried about anyway?
He takes you to a nice restaurant on your date, both of you dressed up in fine clothes and Hades can't keep his eyes off you. His expression softens every time he looks at you and he finally realizes how much you make him weak in the knees.
Despite everything, he keeps his confident demeanor, offering to pay for your meal and making conversation with you during the date so the atmosphere never turns awkward.
It's mostly him complaining about his job really.
"And it's not even like they don't know that trying to feed the Cerberus is forbidden; it's very clearly stated in the 'Welcome to Helheim' leaflet and yet every month someone loses an arm to that thing-", he pauses in his rant to look up at you, "I'm sorry if you don't want to hear about my work."
You shake your head. "It's fine, I think it's quite interesting", you reach for his hand and hold it on the table, "hold on- there's a leaflet?"
Hades chuckles and pulls said leaflet out of his pocket, handing it to you. "Rule Nr. 2: 'You cannot actually climb out of Helheim. Seriously, stop trying'", you read aloud and raise your eyebrows, "I feel like there's a story behind that one." Hades gives you a painful expression. "I wish there wasn't."
Hades likes holding your hand on the dinner table and he always makes sure that you have a comfortable and fun evening
Despite his calm and serious demeanor, the man is absolutely whipped for you, so the more chaotic you are, the more likely it is that he'll end up joining you in shenanigans that are unlike anything he'd do if you weren't a part of his life.
Loki once catches him dancing in the rain with you, absolutely drenched from the water and Hades just sends him a death glare. "Not a word." Meanwhile Loki is just trying to keep his wheezing in.
If he feels like you're up for it, Hades asks if he can kiss you after the date. For a man so stoic and serious, his kiss is very gentle.
You never have to worry about Hades knowing how you feel about him because your feelings are in good hands with him.
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Is probably having a whole crisis about this.
He doesn't even notice you like him, he just sees you as "y/n, who listens to me talk about science" and that's what he appreciates you for. He has such tunnel vision when it comes to his work that he doesn't even stop to consider how he feels about you until Raiden of all people brings it up.
He's like "Wow you're so lucky that someone like y/n has their eyes on you!" and Nikola stops in his tracks like excuse me what-
"Don't tell me you didn't notice... they're down bad for you?!"
The shared human contestants lobby was a mistake, Nikola thinks
Other people have to spell out all the obvious signs to him that show that you're romantically interested in him for Nikola to "subscribe to the hypothesis"
That's when the panic starts.
"Like, what do I even do, I've never been on a date before!"
Raiden raises an eyebrow: "Seriously? Never?"
Nikola corrects himself as he paces from one side of the room to the other. "Well technically I have been on ONE date before but it was a disaster because I accidentally caused the misconception that I'm trying to build a nuclear bomb, which i wasn't-"
Basically, Nikola has no fucking idea how to approach romance
He ends up sending his pigeon to deliver a letter to you, asking you out on a date, which he describes as "a fun day full of scientific experiments" and he's ecstatic when your answer is yes.
"Don't worry, this'll be fine, I even got them a gift", Nikola says, excited about your date.
The "gift" turned out to be a giant laser he built specifically for you. He was confident in it at first but ever since people kept telling him that usually flowers or chocolate are appropriate first date gifts, he's been nervous. To everyone's surprise, you end up absolutely loving it.
"Oh my god I've always wanted a giant laser!"
"See? That's what I said too", Nikola gives you a fist-bump.
Nevermind you're going to fit together just fine.
Your date mostly consists of him guiding you through various science experiments and rambling about the scientific principles behind them.
"I understood nothing of what it was you just said but I think it's endearing how passionate you are about this", you chuckle.
His last experiment is one where he turns the lights in the room off and uses several lenses and light sources to make beautiful lights in all colors dance across the walls and the ceiling of the room. You're in awe about the beautiful sight.
"You see, this happens because the light reflects off the-" he can't finish his sentence because he's caught off-guard by the kiss you press to his cheek. You then lean your head on his shoulder. "Let's just watch them for a while", you whisper and reach for his hand. He supposes he can continue explaining later and smiles at you softly.
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shanastoryteller · 3 months
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Happy Christmas Shana! May I ask for some Merlin and Arthur? Maybe the time travel Ygraine one, or something else entirely 🎁🎄🎅🏻
Queen Ygraine is cursed to die during childbirth and the baby is stolen from his very crib that same night.
Uther rages. The grief and the fury of losing them both leave him a broken man and a broken king. The grounds of Camelot turn to mud with all the blood he's spilled and the air turns grey and harsh from the burnings. He sends knights to every corner of his kingdom, but his son remains missing, not even a body to be found.
Tristan and Agravaine de Bois send letters, blaming Uther for their sister and nephew's death and proclaiming they are subjects of Uther's no more. It's a blip in torrent of grief - Uther can't even pretend to mourn the loss of his brothers in law in the face of that of his wife and son.
"I still think we should have killed him," Tristan says, watching the servants pack up the contents of their manor with a scowl.
"He would have killed you and then I'd be stuck doing this alone," Agravaine replies, a blond, blue eyed infant in his arms. "So our revenge will have to wait."
"Alone?" Nimueh scoffs. "Thanks. Is this not revenge enough?"
Tristan softens, reaching out to brush the back of his index finger against Arthur's chubby cheek. "He's not revenge. He's our nephew."
Agravaine briefly tightens his hold on the babe before relaxing. "Where are we going? I suppose Mercia is the obvious choice."
"That old man won't be able to help gloating to Uther and we don't want him giving us a second glance," Tristan says. "Cendred's kingdom is a better choice, I think. That's our where our grandfather's castle is anyway."
The two of them plus a sorceress should be more than compelling enough additions to his court for Cendred to relinquish it back to them. Or at least turn a blind eye when they take it back themselves.
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Merlin is fourteen and standing by his mother's side, keeping his head down and not moving or thinking or looking or anything as the lords come to collect taxes.
No matter what they say, no matter what they do, he's not to move.
There's cries of pain from the smith as one of the lords kicks him down, shouting at him for how little they have. He's the most educated man in the village, he's the one that keeps track. He's the one that warns them how short they are.
They are especially short this year.
There's the sound of sword being unsheathed and Merlin resists the urge to bury his head in his mother's shoulder. He's not suppsosed to move.
"Oh, for goddess's sake," a new, young voice says. He doesn't sound that much older than Merlin. "This is a waste of time. If you cut off his head, will gold coins fall out?"
"We're here to collect taxes!" he insists.
The young lord scoffs. "And if we were sent to squeeze blood from a stone, how long would you spend with your hands pressing into bedrock? Look at them!"
"We can't just let them get away with it," he argues. "If you're father hears about this-"
"He'll hear about it because I'll tell him myself," he says, annoyed. "We could take everything they have and we'll still lose money when they starve to death and we have to send people to bury the bodies or risk disease settling in. The wages for those soldiers will cost far more than everything this little village has to offer."
"They're on our land, they pay the tax!"
The young lord's voice goes hard. "I think you'll see that they're on my father's land and it's ultimately his responsibility to collect taxes for the king. Which means this is decision, not yours."
"Yes, and he decided that-"
"Well I'm deciding differently and he can yell at me about it then!" he snaps. "Put your sword away before I draw mine."
There's a tense, heavy silence. Then there's the sound of a sword going back in its sheathe and, "Yes, Lord de Bois."
Lord de Bois sighs and then raises his voice so his voice carries travels to everyone standing there, to the whole village standing there and waiting. "I'll return within the week. If there's any sort of bookkeeping you have, gather it for me."
"Y-yes, my lord," the blacksmith stutters.
There's the sound of footsteps then hooves.
He lifts his head and only sees the back of the young Lord de Bois's blond head.
Merlin wonders if when he returns, he'll be allowed to look.
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borntoyearn · 1 year
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Everything hurts. Your boobs, your lower back, your legs...fuck everything aches. It's the last month of your pregnancy and you want to die. Not literally, but god these last weeks have been hell. Simon has been so damn patient with you– just yesterday you snapped at him for "crunching too loud" on his cereal. He apologized and sat at the other end of the couch.
He's been an angel, and you want to cry for how mean you've been to him. He swears he gets whiplash from your mood swings, but he wouldn't have it any other way. You're carrying his baby– he has no right to complain about your moodiness.
Uncomfortable is the word you would use to describe the last days until you become a family of three. You can't even sneeze without peeing a little, its fucking embarrassing. Most of all, the new ache between your legs is insane. It's so sensitive down there, when the inseam of your leggings brushes the nub just right, you almost whine.
Simon's almost-new-dad status doesn't help. He works around the house and looks so fucking sexy doing it. You came back from a walk some days ago and found him sitting in the nursery, brows furrowed trying to decipher the crib instructions. You fought every urge not to pounce on him. Today though, its unbearable. You need to cum, like...right now.
"Babe my boobs hurt," the first hint...well, hardly a hint. But it's a start. Simon only humphs in response, apparently the documentary on Machu Picchu is more important than your current predicament.
"Uh hello? They fucking hurt, Simon" you press. Okay, watch your tone, breathe...he's just invested in the Incas right now.
"Can you help me?" you plead. Now he turns to look over at you. "What do you need, love?" his tone is calm, even that makes you feral. But fuck, what do you need? Well...
"Take off my shirt please" you give him your best doe eyes. Simon puts down the remote on the coffee table and scoots closer to you. "Arms up princess" your pussy pulses at the nickname, "My bra too please, it's killing me." He takes both garments off so gently. "That all you need?" Fuck no, not even close.
"Take your shirt off."
"Mine? Why?"
"I want you hold me."
He complies, of course he does. Simon has been fighting the horny demons too. Jerking off doesn't even help anymore– he needs you just as much as you need him.
His shirt is off and he lays down, you lay next to him. Chest to chest...or belly to belly is more accurate. It's just not enough. You grow impatient, "Babe, I need you." It's barely a whisper, but dripping with want. "I don't think we can anymore, doll." You want to stomp like a child. Your current position only lets you nudge his foot with yours. "Please baby. I think I'll die if I don't have you." He chuckles, "I'm so serious, Simon. If I don't cum in the next thirty minutes you wont have a wife anymore." He doesn't say anything, but you know he's thinking.
"Okay, flip over" Fuck yes. Finally. It's happening. You miss him...so much. The last time he took you to pound town was after your baby shower, two months ago.
You're on your back now and Simon is on his knees between your legs, looking down at you. "Promise me you'll tell me if it gets too much." He's serious and you shudder. "Yeah, I promise honey." He leans down and gives your cheek a kiss, then your forehead, and finally your lips. "Thank you" he says. He dips his head to plant wet kisses on your neck, your collarbone. He lays his head on your chest for a moment, and continues on his venture. Your breasts are equally as pleading as you are, begging to be touched. He gives them a light squeeze, he knows they're sensitive. Then he suckles on your left nipple, massaging the other. You mewl...its been so long.
You two used to go at it daily, even earlier in your pregnancy. Then your body started to change and things started to get uncomfortable, so sex was off the table until the baby arrived. Right now, you're so happy. His mouth feels amazing on your tits, but you need him somewhere else.
"Simon, baby" you manage to speak, "need your mouth on me"
"It is on you" he challenges.
"You know what I mean."
"I don't think I do" oh he loves you like this, he'll make you beg if he has to. But you don't have the patience, not tonight.
"On my pussy. Need your mouth on my pussy." You moan and arch into his touch. You can't even see that his hand is under your shorts and panties. Another belly problem.
"I've got you mama, don't worry." You swear you cream. He takes off your shorts and scoots back to dip his head between your legs. He presses his nose into your clothed core and inhales deep, "Fuck you smell amazing." Simon can be so nasty, but you love it.
You jerk hard when he presses a kiss to your pussy. He sits back a little, concerned. "You okay?" you can only nod in response. You're dizzy already and he hasn't even taken your panties off. He goes back to the task at hand. Simon drags his hands down your waist, hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties and slides them off. The sight is to die for. Your clit is so big and puffy and red, practically screaming to be played with. He cant help but ask. "Are you in any pain, love?" you laugh. He takes that as a no.
Simon's tongue licks a fat stripe over your folds. You might die, fuck you're gonna die. He parts them and licks at the center. The way he suckles on your clit is fucking divine. Everything feels so much more intense with the pregnancy. Your legs are already twitching. Simon's tongue flicks over the angry red nub. It's getting you to the edge, fuck its too soon though. You want to cry, it cant be over yet.
"Baby no more please!" It's all you can manage to squeal. He sits back, breathless. Your juices coat his lips and chin. You wanna kiss him so bad. "C'mere please." You grab at his tattooed bicep and pull him on top of you. "Need your cock" you plead in his ear, "I need it so bad."
"Baby we cant, I'll hurt the ba-"
"Just the tip." Your negotiation skills are terrible, but you literally need this, "Please just rub your tip on me. That's all I need."
How the hell is he gonna say no to that? Simon gets up to take off his sweats and briefs. His cock springs up to his abdomen, you can see the pre that has smeared all over the tip. He gets on top of you once more, your legs immediately wrap around his waist.
"You're shaking, you cold?" Fuck you are shaking, his tongue on you and the sight of his dick have you fucking shaking. "No not cold babe, just fuck me please." Simon shakes his head and laughs, he'll never get over how needy you can get. He doesn't want to make you wait much longer, maybe you will die if he takes another minute.
He grabs his cock and rubs it between your folds, the tip bumps against your bundle of nerves– you both sigh at the contact. Once his dick is coated enough, he slides into your clenching hole. Simon has to remind himself that its just his tip for today, but the way your walls are fluttering on his head and sucking him in more...he's fighting every urge to not bury himself balls deep in you. You're a moaning mess at this point. He's moving his hips just enough to slide his cockhead in and out of you. You're almost there, but just need a little push. So you grab Simon's thumb, suck on it, and you guide it down to play with your clit. He looks at you and nearly cums too– his heavily pregnant wife, her legs spread wide open literally creaming on his dick. It could be his own personal porno.
A few more quick strokes of his cock send you over the edge. Your back arches and you moan loud, relief and pleasure wash over you. You have to smack his hand away from your pussy from the sensitivity. Simon is fucked out, he's chasing his high too.
"Where do you want it?" He's frantic, hopefully you read his mind.
"On my belly..wan' it on my belly" you respond, breathless. That was it. That was his push.
Simon pulls out and strokes himself a couple of more times. His tip a lighter color than before he fucked you, it's probably the layer of your cum. He puts his hand next to your head and leans over you. The slick fwop fwop from his dick makes you dizzy all over again. He cums hard. His seed shoots out in long strings over your tummy. He groans loud next to your ear.
"Fuuuuck, look at that. Look at the mess we made." It is a mess. You can't see the dark spot the couch has now, but that's something you'll deal with later.
Simon is still staring at the marking he gave you. He reaches over and grabs his cellphone. It'd be a sin if he didn't capture this moment. He then grabs his tossed shirt and cleans you up, stomach and pussy.
"I can't get up" you whine.
"C'mon we have to shower."
"Carry me" you jut out your bottom lip. He can't help but kiss you, his darling wife.
So carry you he does. He also washes your hair in the shower and gives some extra love to your belly. As many changes that you both have gone through, he's content to know that you'll always want him, and he damn sure will always want you.
a/n: literally ignore this rushed ass ending y'all 😖 dad!simon brainrot is tew real !! maybe i'll write some headcanons since i am not able to write long fics like this one without sounding silly LMAO
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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 3 months
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Winning against them in a fight - OP!
This includes: Shanks, Luffy and Zoro
TW: blood... only a bit but still including this!
SHANKS -
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You watch as he wipes the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. He was smiling, adjusting the hat on his head. Why the fuck was this man smiling at you?
"What's so funny?" You walk toward him, cracking your knuckles with a slight upturn in your lips.
He stands, his build towering over your smaller one. He spits on the ground and tilts his head at you.
"Nothing's funny, I'm just happy a pretty little thing like you is taking the time out of your day to fight little ol' me."
Heat makes its way to your facial features as you place your hand over your mouth to hide your smile. He sure as hell knew how to make you flustered.
"Shut it! Do you yield?" You ready your staff for another attack, eying his movements.
His crew watches from a distance, shocked that a 'pipsqueak like you' could take down their captain.
"I'll yield if you go on a date with me." He holds out his hand to you.
"Deal." You place your hand in his and put your staff back on your back.
You feel his hat sit on top of your hair as you adjust it to not block your sight. He throws you over his shoulder and walks back toward his crew of men.
"Alright men! Drinks on me tonight!"
LUFFY -
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"Damn, did you eat a devil fruit too or something?"
Your eyes widened but then you laugh out loud. "You ate a devil fruit, I thought I'd be dead by now...you're pretty weak."
He tries again to hit you. You dodge yet again and smirk.
"You have bad aim too." You click your tongue and shake your head, smile still etched on your face.
He then shoots himself forward, screaming as loudly as humanly possible. You hold out your hand, gripping his neck as he struggles against you.
"Tap out." He doesn't listen to you, he's fading.
"Tap out before you die." He squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them, tapping quickly on your forearm.
You let him go and watch him fall to the ground, taking big gulps of air with tears in his eyes.
"You're not worthy to have me on your crew, small one. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take my lea-" You look out to the ocean and your boat is sailing away...without you.
"WHATTHEFUCK!" Your hands cover your face and you let out a loud groan.
Luffy puts his hand on your shoulder and smiles at you. "You gonna join my crew now?"
"Yes captain, I will." A soft smile graces your face as he jumps up and down with happiness.
He then groans in pain and you hold out your hands, telling him to sit down. "Dawg, I hit you pretty damn hard in the ribs...do you want me to carry you?"
He tries again to get up and then just sits on the ground still.
"Yes."
ZORO -
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"What the-" Your heel connects to the underside of his face.
He groans and doesn't go down.
You hum and smile at him. "That usually messes people up. Just a little bit of blood for you, cutie."
You point to your nose and he rubs underneath it, red liquid stains his knuckles. "Nice hit, but it won't happen again."
You smile and raise a eyebrow at the man in front of you. "Oh really? Let's see if you can keep up."
You rush toward him and sweep under his feet, causing him to fall. The katana in his hand presses against your neck as you straddle his waist and hold his wrist, pinning it to the ground. Your blood drips down his katana and you hum yet again.
"Very good. You got me but you put your guard down too quickly."
You pry both katanas out of his hands, deflecting the one in his mouth and holding the other up in the air, preparing yourself to stab him. Zoro tries to deflect it but misses entirely then the sword goes into the ground a few inches from his ear.
Still holding the sword, you lean down and whisper into his ear.
"We'll meet again. Don't let this happen again, I won't hesitate next time."
You remove yourself from him and walk away from him, not turning back.
He stays on the ground for a while before collecting himself and sheathing his katanas. He was utterly speechless at his performance with fighting you. You almost killed him.
"Definitely not letting that happen again."
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groguspicklejar · 7 months
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fwb!gaz hcs that nobody asked for
warnings: +18 Smut (MDNI), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, slight angst, friends with benefits arrangement, brief mentions of war situation, fluff.
@glitterypirateduck in honour of our lord and saviour, Kyle Gaz Garrick❤️
Prompt: 1 - One Shot & 9 - "I'll take care of you" (Part of Gazfest) @sofasoap enjoy :) (this gif is doing wonders for my pussy, i swear🥴 not me thirsting on main once again)
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fwb!gaz who looks forward to coming back home to see you. he misses you a lot when he's on deployment and he texts and video calls you if and when he get the chance to, even though you both agreed that casually texting and calling for random things was against the rules of engagement.
fwb!gaz who completely ignores the rules sometimes because he hates them. he can't help it if he misses you and wants to see your beautiful face. he can't help it when he wants to hear your sleepy voice.
fwb!gaz who secretly harbours feelings for you even though you both agreed not to catch any feelings because it'll be less complicated. he won't ever tell you because he'd rather have half of you than lose you entirely.
fwb!gaz who can't wait for the mission to be over so he can go home straight to you. he tries not to show how excited he is when the culprits are apprehended and the dust finally settles. he's the first one off base the moment Price sets him free.
fwb!gaz who'd gone to his place first to take a shower and eat something, even though he's exhausted to the bone but the moment he was done, he'd gone straight to your place and found you asleep.
fwb!gaz who slides in bed right next to you, but accidentally wakes you and startles you because you weren't expecting anyone in your house in the dead of night. but he's quick to calm you down just as quickly and he tells you "it's just me, love."
fwb!gaz who's heart melts when your gaze softens and you smile. he's so so so relieved that you missed him too because all he could think about is you and how long it's gonna take until he sees you again... if he sees you again.
fwb!gaz who breaks the "No Kissing" rule when he doesn't waste another second to press his lips against yours for the very first time.
fwb!gaz who's heart was pounding when you froze. kissing was strictly off limits, for obvious reasons. it was too intimate. too risky. yet here he is risking everything for one kiss that he's dreamt about for so long since he met you.
fwb!gaz who moans softly when you kiss him back and shifts to get on top of you. you both kiss for a good while to savour the feeling. he smiles when you slide your tongue into his mouth and happy makes out with you.
fwb!gaz who mutters curses into your mouth when you run your hands down his chest and squeeze his defined muscles. your touch makes him weak, yet drives him wild all at once and he's reminded why he's been so hung over you for all the time he was away.
fwb!gaz who can barely stand to draw his lips away long enough to take off his shirt before deepening the next kiss. he doesn't even bother to remove your sleep shirt, but he hastily pulls the shorts down your legs
fwb!gaz who slides his hand under your navel and rubs circles on your clit and makes you desperate for him. "all this for me, love?" he asks smugly when he notices how wet you are, drawing out the molten pleasure from between your thighs with frightening ease.
fwb!gaz who watches as he fingers your dripping pussy, amused by how you placed one leg over his shoulder to entice him even more. and it works brilliantly.
fwb!gaz who dives and places his head between your thighs. he's smiling when you scream his name while he sucks on your sensitive nub. he fucks you with his tongue and he wants to make sure the neighbours know.
fwb!gaz who eats you out like a man starved because he missed the taste of you in his mouth and it was all he could think of when he was dodging bullets in Urzikstan. when he fell out of the helicopter, he thought he was going to die and he only had one regret; that he didn't get to taste you one more time before meeting his doom. he'd gladly have you as his last meal.
fwb!gaz who rolls your swollen clit with his tongue, flicking and sucking on it like he was playing with his food. and he was. and it infuriates you as much as it makes you moan louder.
fwb!gaz who presses down on your hips to keep you still when your back arches and pulls his mouth away right before you could cum in his mouth. he feigns sympathy, shushing you when you whine, begging for more as he unbuckles his belt with one hand.
fwb!gaz who tells you "I'll take care of you. don't worry, love." as he pulls down his jeans just enough to free his hard cock. the sight of him, shirtless, breathless and driven by need, makes you shiver.
fwb!gaz who hisses sharply when your hand strokes his cock, your thumb flicking over the tip and collecting his precum. you bring your thumb to your mouth and suck on it while looking up at him, mischief glinting in your gaze. purposefully making a show of licking your tongue over his essence.
fwb!gaz who nearly loses his shit right then and there, decides to wreck yours instead. he brings your leg back to his shoulder as he hovers over you, one hand gripping the bed frame.
fwb!gaz who locks eyes with you while the tip grazes your folds, your lips parting in a quiet gasp, your hands gripping his arms tightly. he purposefully presses down the length of his shaft on your clit, then nudges it with the tip, drawing out a muffled whine when he slowly enters you.
fwb!gaz who whispers sweet praises while he rocks his hips at a steady pace. "such a good pussy." he murmurs hotly into your mouth. he holds your gaze as he continues, "was all i could ever think about when i was left alone to my own thoughts."
fwb!gaz whose heated gaze softens as he looks at your dazed expression. "you were all i could think about."
fwb!gaz who whispers sweet confessions in your ear while he slowly fucks you. he takes his sweet time, savouring the pleasure that coils between you and him. he's lost in you, breaking every rule in the book. holding your hands, touching you in ways you've never been touched before, marking your neck with hickeys and love bites, kissing you, kissing you, kissing you-
fwb!gaz who's caught off guard when you cum, clenching tightly around his cock, raking your nails down his shoulders, his arms, leaving your own mark on his skin, on his soul. he groans your name when your orgasm triggers his and he cums deep inside you.
fwb!gaz who lays his head on the crook of your neck, panting deeply as he gathers his bearings, ears ringing from the ecstasy, cock still throbbing and wrung dry as it was nestled comfortably in your convulsing pussy.
"I've missed you... I missed us." he confesses softly.
"i..." you choked up, your head lolling back against the pillow, eyes tightly shut as the tears blurred your vision. "i missed you too, Kyle."
"yeah?" he smiles, elated.
"yeah." you nodded, caressing his cheek. "thought you were gonna die out there..."
fwb!gaz who realizes that you've felt the same way about him too. you've never truly shown your fear of his occupation until now and it hurts that you've hidden it from him, probably thinking you might cross a boundary, thinking that you might lose him if you tried to talk to him about it.
fwb!gaz he couldn't have asked for a better friend. and an even better lover. he kisses you softly and asks that you both start afresh. no rules of engagement. all bets are off from now. just two people who really love like each other, just doing their own thing.
fwb!gaz who asked you to be his girlfriend and laughs when you tell him "took you long enough to ask, you moron."
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iamasaddie · 9 months
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take what you need, darling, I’m just here for you
Joel Miller × !Reader
summary: there was this constant emptiness inside you only he could fill.
warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI; unprotected PinV; Joel has a massive cock; oral (f receiving); fingering; praise kink; no use of Y/N
word count: 1.8k~
a/n: one more with zero plot and all the porn, sorry lol. not proofread, we die like the man who has never been golfing except for that one time. dedicated to my constant source of love and support @bearsbeetsbeskar
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The sounds of the man between your thighs devouring your pussy were pornographic to say the least. He wasn't shy, wasn't putting on a show, he was just hungry for you. Starving for your taste and smell, for the very essence of your being. His flattened tongue lapped at your entrance with abandon, deafening slurping sounds that would make you blush if you hadn't been on the brink of breaking into a thousand pieces. Your hands were pulling on his almost grey hair and you whined as he slapped them away without distracting from his favorite activity for a second when you tried to lift his head up.
"Joel, please, just..." If anyone heard you, they'd think you were hysterical, crying your eyes out. Thank God no one was around. "Please, just fuck me already, I can't be like this... I'm so empty."
He finally lifted his face, warm eyes would look angelic if the lower part of his face wasn't drenched with a mixture of his saliva and your arousal.
"Baby, I ain't the one to brag, but you're not ready for me yet. I will break you tiny cunt." As if to prove his point he slid two of his thick fingers inside you without warning. The pressure to your walls made you gasp, eyes widening in surprise, but you stayed persistent.
"I don't care, I need you."
"We can just do this for a while, what do you say?" He leaned down to place a wet opened-mouth kiss to your throbbing clit while continuing pushing his fingers in and out of you with a steady pace. His movements eased up the fire of your need a little, you hummed in pleasure as he swiped his tense and firm muscle from where his fingers continuously slid into you harder and harder to the top of your slit. "When we get to four, I promise I'll fuck your greedy pussy dumb," he murmured, nosing your heated sweat-licked skin.
"It's not enough," you almost cried. The thickness of his fingers was pleasant, but you needed him to overwhelm you. To make you so full that there was no empty space inside you.
"You can't -”
"I can." You yanked at his hair and made him look into your eyes. There must've been something in there, because he just nodded. He had never seen such desperation on your face, it was almost painful. He studied your face for the longest moment, nodding at the end and you let out a heavy happy breath. He was silent as he leaned back and stood up to take his boxers off. Without the weight of his body on top of you, the feeling of emptiness and cold became even more apparent, but you distracted yourself watching your man undress.
He was big, both in terms of his personality and appearance. His shoulders were broad to the point that no shirt could ever hide, his body strong, but not the type you'd see on a man who frequents gym. His was the strength that came with his lifestyle, the strength that makde you feel secure. His belly was the softest part of him and you could never help yourself from squeezing him a little whenever you hugged him from behind. You paid attention to the thick thighs that were covered in soft dark hairs and your mouth salivated when you imagined covering them in bite marks.
"Baby?" He'd already been standing there, in all his naked glory, and if not for the half-darkness you'd see a red blush spreading from his cheeks to his chest under your uncovered ogling. "See something you like?"
That was when your gaze travelled to the thing your needed most. Fully erect, his cock didn't stand upright due to the heaviness of it. Long, thick and beautiful, you loved it so much. It made your breath catch and any other time you'd chastise yourself for basically objectifying Joel, but you couldn't help it today, when it was teasingly swaying inches away from you. He was a good 7 inches, a bit lighter than the rest of his tanned body, his shaft was thick enough for you not to be able to wrap your hand around it and it made you dizzy. The bulbous head colored a shade of darker pinkish-brown was looking even bigger now that he was painfully erect, welcomingly glistening with precum. A set of big balls was drawn up, indicating his need to cum and you could only anticipate how full you'd feel once he empties himself inside you.
He smirked at your silly nod as you licked your lips, throat suddenly dry. When he returned to his favorite place between your legs and let his cock lay heavily on the slit between your puffy pussy lips, he bracketed you with arms on the each side of your shoulders and put his lips on yours in a chaste kiss. "You're sure?" He looked for a single trace of doubt in your eyes but found none.
“I've never been more sure about anything in my life." You whispered the last coherent sentence of the night.
He swiped his nose on your wet cheek as he aligned the tip of him with your pulsing hole and before your could think about it, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss simultaneously sliding inside your heat with one unbelievably long push.
You wish you could reciprocate his kiss, but the pressure of his cock tearing you apart just forced to open your mouth wide in a silent scream, breaths coming in and out of you in an unsteady rhythm making you feel like there was too much and not enough oxygen in your lungs at the same time. Joel stopped moving and bit your jaw in a series of tiny nips. "Fuck, baby girl, you're so fucking tight." He was panting, his breathing labored and if you weren't out of it you'd see beads of sweat raining down his temples.
"Are - - Is that?" You couldn't finish the phrase, but he new what you wanted to ask. It wasn't possible that he wasn't fully inside you, was it? You felt a tear rolling down your eyes and leave a tickling trail to your ear when Joel bit on your earlobe whispering.
"Jus' a little bit more, my love. You're doing so good for me, pussy so wet and tight swallowing me whole. Can you take a little bit more? We can stop."
You shook your head, hands gripping his neck as your nails sinked into the soft skin without a doubt leaving bloody crescents. "More," you moaned, voice strained, "I can... I need more."
"I know you can, sweetheart. Of course you can, you're so so perfect. He peppered your face with kisses, pushing the tears out of your eyes with his lips, with his love. Slowly, he pushed all the way in and you let yourself go as you felt the coarse hairs on his balls pressing against the skin of your ass. "That's it, my perfect girl, that's it." You didn't know if he was calming you or himself and at the moment you couldn't care less.
You were so full.
It was like he pushed everything out of you - oxygen, blood, thoughts - just to make enough space for himself, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You were stretched past your limit, tense muscles that you forced to relax cried in pain and pleasure. Your walls couldn't stop contracting around him and you felt every ridge, every vein, you felt the thick blood coursing through his cock with your pussy.
The feeling was overwhelming to the point that you wanted to weep in satisfaction, but all the liquids you had in your body were currently seeping out of your pussy, making you sleek, letting his cock move inside you with the smallest bit of pain.
"Okay?" Joel asked in your lips, unable to make eyes contact with you hiding behind closed eyelids.
"Full." If this was a confession, then next word was a prayer to your own personal God, "move."
The slow drag of his hips forcing his cock in and out of you was the most beautiful torture. As soon as he slid out of your needy swollen walls, you wanted to hug his waist tighter with your legs, digging your heels into the soft meat of his ass, and push him back inside harder, deeper, stronger.
His feverish praise flooded out of his lips mixing with kisses, licks and caresses marking every part of your body he could reach. You could barely understand the breathy words, mind too preoccupied with what your body was experiencing.
'my baby' - 'I love your body' - 'such a tight pussy' - 'can't ever get enough of you' - 'gonna stay inside you forever' - 'perfectperfectperfectperfect'
You basked in his praise like a cat basking in the first warmth of spring sun. Your body was full of him, his voice filled your ears, his tongue filled your mouth, his cock filled your pussy. It was like you wasn't even your own person anymore, you were a part of him, a succubus, a feverish virus that was forever attached to his body. You have never felt more happy.
With every trust the head of his cock punched the sweet spot inside of you, bruising your insides as his pubic bone teased your clit and made your cried more and more greedy. If you could, you would swallow him whole, bones and all, just to keep him with you forever, just to feel full forever.
The pleasure coiled inside your belly, fire spreading from your center and slowly swallowing your chest, limbs, head. Joel's movements grew gradually faster, the slam of his hips stronger and you knew he was close even before he whispered so in your ear.
"Let go for me, beautiful. Let me feel you. Let me fill you." Every grunted word a bite to your soul, somewhere only he could reach. You nodded, the pain of bumping your forehead into his didn't reach your mind because every nerve ending in your body was begging for Joel. Begging for release only he could give you.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Scream.
Your orgasm reminded you of an overflowing bath, water drowning the floors, splashing over the border of the white ceramics when someone carelessly decided to jump into it. Your moans were a heartbreaking sonnet of pleasure, mixing with Joel's orgasmic grunts in the perfect choir. You felt him pulse inside you, pushing his release both in and out of you as his body was overtaken by exhaustion and he fell on top of you, his body a welcomed weight, his softening cock keeping your pleasures sealed inside the treasure chest of your body.
Raking your fingers through his wet hair, your forced words out of your parched throat.
"I can't feel my bones."
He hummed, and then lifted his eyes to yours, confused eyes trying to find yours in the dark. "Can you ever feel your bones?"
Your mixed laughter filled the stillness of the room and you thought that it'd keep you satisfied until you feel empty again.
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steddieas-shegoes · 3 months
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if i could turn back time
for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'time travel' rated t wc: 997 cw: mention of canonical character death tags: fix-it, light angst, happy ending, first kiss
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"I'm telling you Robin, this is probably when things went wrong!"
"And I'm telling you, things probably went wrong in the 60s! This isn't gonna change anything!"
Eddie shouldn't have been listening by the door of the RV, especially not when they thought he was hiding in the back, but he couldn't help his curious nature.
Curiosity killed the cat, but it entertained the banished.
"What are you gonna do, huh? Stay with him and Dustin? Sacrifice yourself? I'm not letting you do that!"
Eddie's brows raised.
"No, but with the three of us, we can remember to close everything off this time so none of us have to sacrifice ourselves. It keeps us all safe."
The voice suddenly stopped and Eddie barely managed to get away from the door before it was flying open and Steve was storming inside.
Alone.
Robin must have gone to help the kids and Nancy with their weapons.
Steve sat down on the couch, put his head in his hands, and groaned.
"Alright there, big boy?"
Steve jumped, his face turning to see Eddie awkwardly standing in the doorway to the back.
"Fine, yeah. Just stressed," Steve relaxed a bit, though Eddie could still see his white knuckles against his knees and his jaw clenching.
"You and Robin having a lover's quarrel out there?" Eddie asked, knowing damn well they weren't together.
He didn't have to know to know that Robin wasn't interested in Steve for the same reason Eddie wasn't interested in Robin.
"We just don't see eye to nose on some things," Steve shrugged. "She knows I'm right, she's just stubborn."
Ignoring the eye to nose comment would go down as one of the most impressive feats of Eddie's life, but he decided to focus on finding out what they were actually arguing about.
"She thinks you're gonna get hurt?" Eddie asked, moving over to the couch.
"More like killed."
Eddie couldn't hide the flinch at his harsh words.
"None of us are gonna die, man. We've got a plan."
"Yeah," Steve sighed. "I'd feel better if I was with you and Dustin though."
"I won't let anything happen to him," Eddie said softly.
He knew how much Steve cared for Dustin, felt that same protectiveness for the kid.
"It's not him I'm worried about."
"I'll be fine. I mean, even if not, it's not like we're friends. You'll all be fine," Eddie shrugged.
Maybe a part of him actually believed that, believed that everyone would go about their days if something happened to him. He didn't think anyone but Wayne would actually miss him, and he'd be fine eventually.
Steve was blinking at him.
"No, we won't." Steve's hand grabbed his knee, squeezing. "You think you don't matter to us, but you do. You have no idea how much you mean to everyone. When something happens to you, none of us will ever be the same."
Eddie's mouth felt dry, and then it hit him what Steve said.
"When?"
Steve's eyes widened.
"I meant if!"
"Steve. Does this magic girl you keep talking about know something? Did someone talk to her?" Eddie stood up and started pacing. "I know I said it'd be fine if something happened to me, but I'd rather not know. And now I'm thinkin' you might know something I don't and maybe Robin does too and-"
Steve grabbed his face between his hands, his grip almost hard enough to leave a bruise.
"Eds, I promise you, I am not letting anything happen to you. Not this time."
Eddie had a million questions, but as he looked into Steve's haunted eyes, he decided to wait.
He decided to trust Steve Harrington.
"Okay. Nothing's gonna happen to me."
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When Eddie made it back through the gate in the trailer, a few bruises on his shoulders and arms, but alive, Steve was there.
Looking at him in a way Eddie couldn't quite recognize.
And then touching him in a way Eddie wouldn't have expected.
His hands were everywhere, feeling along his arms and neck and shoulders, taking inventory of his bruises and cuts, the one bite mark he had on his side.
"You're okay?" He asked breathlessly.
"I'm okay." Eddie responded, just as breathless. "Steve. I'm okay."
His tone made Steve stop what he was doing and look in his eyes.
"Fuck, Eddie," Steve fell into him, pushing his face into his neck, breathing Eddie in as Eddie wrapped his arms around him.
"You gonna tell him or should I?" Robin asked from behind them.
Steve just whimpered in response and Eddie felt a wetness against his skin.
"Are you crying?" he asked, trying to push him away to see if he was okay, but Steve just held him harder.
"He's just happy you didn't die this time," Robin said.
"This time?"
"Yeah. You died the first time and it destroyed him. When we woke up back here, he spent so long trying to focus on you living, he forgot we had a real job to do. No offense."
"None taken," Eddie said. "Stevie, you gotta breathe."
Steve had started gasping for air against him, his whole body shaking as he came down from the adrenaline.
It took ten minutes, a cleared out room, and gentle hands massaging his back for Steve to calm down.
But Eddie sat with him and held him, talked him through whatever he was feeling and assuring him that he was okay.
"We all made it, sweetheart," Eddie whispered against the top of his head.
Steve stiffened in his arms, then instantly relaxed.
"Was it..." Eddie let out a long breath. "Before. When I died. Were we something?"
Steve shook his head and Eddie tried not let the disappointment be visible.
"We weren't yet. But I think we would have been. I wanted to be. Didn't get the chance."
"But this time you do."
Steve's lips pressed against his collar, lingering for a minute before he pulled back.
"This time we do."
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NCT Dream when you woke up from a nightmare.
Mark Lee
Mark stirs awake when he felt you shaking, breathing loudly, and agitated. He was quick to get up, shakes you violently jolting you awake. You tried to catch your breathe as Mark lightly massages your back. "Nightmares?" he asked, and you only nod. Explaining to him what happened to your dream. "It's okay, I'm here, we can stay awake for a while you know?" he said, kissing your temples and hugging you quietly.
Huang Renjun
Renjun noticed the sudden movement and the next thing he knew, you're drawn closer to him. Your hold onto his body was tight, so he opens his eyes and turns around to look at you. "Are you okay?" "Just a nightmare." you said sheepishly, he knows how easy you get scared, so he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you enough that he had you wrapped around his body. He hums quietly as he brushes your hair to help you be comfortable enough to sleep again.
Lee Jeno
You jolted awake, tears are flowing, and catching your breathe. You experienced another sleep paralysis and this time, you felt as if you were about to die. You couldn't help but to cry loudly enough for Jeno to stir awake. He was quick enough to pull you to a hug, massaging your back and trying to comfort you with his words. When you calmed down, you looked at your boyfriend with red, puffy eyes, apologizing to him for waking him up. "Don't apologize, I'll be more happy to comfort you when you're having nightmares."
Lee Donghyuck
"Babe, babe..." you opened your eyes to see a worry Haechan. You asked him why but then he just lightly caresses your face. "You were calling for your parents, and you were scared." he explained. You remember your nightmare that involves your parent. You didn't know that it'll result to you calling for them in reality. "Sorry if I disturb your sleep," you apologized to Haechan but he only smile. "Let's call them later okay? Come on now, let's go back to sleep."
Na Jaemin
You woke up from a nightmare. You feel relieved that you woke up from it and as you glance at your phone, it says 3 am. No wonder" you thought. You checked your phone to see any notification from your social media, when Jaemin moved beside you. "Why are you awake?" you simply answered nightmare which made him look at you. "Come here," he snatches your phone away from you, pulls you closer to him and gently brushes your hair so that you can doze off to your sleep.
Zhong Chenle You jolted awake from a nightmare. You didn't noticed that you were crying until you felt the tears running through your cheeks. You tried to conceal it, afraid of waking Chenle who you know is tired from practice. You gently swiped it but it continued to flow like a stream. It wasn't until you felt your boyfriend's hands. Chenle made you turn around to face him and swept the tears for you. "You don't have to hide it from me you know?" you could only apologize but he wasn't fazed by it at all and instead after wiping it, he kisses your forehead to calm you down. 
Park Jisung
Because of the nightmare, you didn't feel sleepy at all, so you opted to go out to drink water. You stayed at the kitchen when you hear light footsteps. "Why are you here?" Jisung's sleepy tone asked. "Just a bad dream," you answered and proceeds to tell him to just go back to bed. Jisung dislikes the idea of him sleeping peacefully while you can't sleep. So he just stood beside you, holds your hand and lightly squeezes it. "Let's stay like this for a while until you wanted to sleep again." 
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the-modern-typewriter · 11 months
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Love your writing! An idea, if you like it: villain finds out that their lover is actually their hero nemesis. Villain leverages this in their confrontations by threatening the hero's lover--ie their own secret identity. Basically a villain using their intimate knowledge of their lover to gain an advantage.
Part of them knew it was wrong to enjoy their lover like this - jaw clenched in steely determination, eyes wide and bright with an intoxicating combination of terror and bravery.
That part was drowned out entirely by the bit of them that stepped giddying closer, smoothing their palms down the desperate thump of the hero's chest. The horror of it.
"You think I didn't know?" the villain murmured. "About your little love affair?"
"If you lay so much as a hand on them-"
"-You'll what?"
The hero looked so protective, so willing to do absolutely anything for them. The hero's jaw clenched further; an animal baring of teeth. They took the villain's hands off them and squeezed, hard enough to hurt.
"Perhaps I'll reconsider my policy on murder."
The villain laughed, at that. It wasn't really funny so much as, yet again, giddying. When it was just the two of them alone, their lover was the gentlest person alive. Good and kind and oh so sweet. Seeing the person in front of them...
"Sexy," the villain purred.
The hero shoved them back.
The villain bit on their lip, unable to help it as they considered the hero. "What do you think your love would think of the blood on your hands?"
"If it keeps them safe, it's worth it."
"Oh?"
The hero's gaze raked over them, searching for an open. Futile, really. Their love was not a killer. The villain would never push them to that. Still.
"Alright, alright," the villain pretended at grace, stepping forward again. They scooped the hero's fists in their hands and pressed a half-mocking kiss to their knuckles. "Easy, tiger. We both know I'm more interested in you."
The hero's hands twitched, but they didn't pull away.
"Just stand down and get out of my way and I'll have no reason to hunt them down."
They imagined detailed ransom videos. They wanted to see what the hero looked like when they heard them screaming, praying, begging for mercy. Patience. They could see the hero's fury and their despair and their love most of all.
All the love they struggled to express when it was just the two of them, as if fighting villains was more important.
"I tell you this," the hero said, "and next time you threaten them again, ask for something else."
"Before you think about killing me, please bear in minds that I've put in fail safes should I die. Ruining your love being one of them."
The hero swallowed. They seemed to be trying to decide if that was true or not.
"I know so many of their secrets," the villain confessed, "everything that would ruin their comfortable life with you, every dark and dirty thing that they would hate the world to see. I don't have to hurt them to hurt them, my dearest hero."
"Don't call me that," the hero snapped.
But the villain knew they'd won.
The hero hadn't pulled back and they hadn't lashed out, not physically. They were always fine with a threat to themselves, but this?
The villain almost hadn't thought they could have so much power.
They never wanted to let it go.
But, they never wanted to let the hero go either. They never wanted to wake up one day to a world where someone else had hurt them, when they were already gone.
"Stand down," the villain whispered. "And you can be so very happy."
And, at least for a little while, the hero did.
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PLZ MORE SILLY VEES HEADCANONS THE LAST ONES MADE MY DAYYYYY
Okay okay I'll try to squeeze a little bit more silly of me, just for you, Anon <333 Because I love making people happy uwu
Velvette and Valentino sometimes end up doing lines of coke off Vox's screen when they're out of flat surfaces. It usually goes something like this:
Vox, look, what's that on the ceiling?! Okay, wait, now don't move... OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Chill, it's not like you don't use my body for your pleasure. Yeah, God gave you this flat face for a reason. We all have our purpose
Valentino is kinda like that friend who went to therapy once and only remembered the part where his feelings and boundaries are super important.
Stop being mean to me! I'm not being mean, I just told you not to kill that waiter. I have FEELINGS. *sigh* We know, Val. AND YOU ARE MAKING THEM S A D. We know, Val.
Valentino once came up with the idea that Vox's pornstar name should be voXXXy. He keeps bringing it up every once in a while, still hoping Vox will agree to have a cameo in one of his movies.
Vox once surprised Valentino with this cheeky red lingerie set. When Val caught on it was basically a Sexy Alastor Costume, Vox ended up couch-surfing for a week.
Whenever Vox doesn't pay enough attention to him, Valentino messes with his Excel sheets, inserting random '69' or '420' here and there, or pasting some of his sexy photos in Vox's Very Important PowerPoint About KPIs.
When Velvette is bored, she comes up with the dumbest ways to die and then asks her succubi friends (since succubi are some of the demons legally allowed to travel to the mortal realm) to start them on TikTok. She's incredibly proud whenever she learns that some soul ended up in hell because of her challenges.
This one time, stumbling home after a party, Vox was like:
Val, Vel, you guys can draw, right? How 'bout I pay you hundred bucks for a big-ass graffiti? What graffiti BIG! Saying what? FUCK ALASTOR AHAHAHAHAHA *hick*
They were cackling like evil children while painting it. It is still there somewhere in Pentagram City, absolutely beautiful.
Vox likes to come up with silly names for his products that are almost cartoonishly evil, because he's a silly evil guy. So, he will market those Cereal Killers to the kids in hell.
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Jade! For AU’s could I request a Roan and Eddie b where reader has to go away for a couple days for work and when she comes back home Roan cries happy tears and Eddie is all :0
thank you for your request! eddie and roan ♥︎ fem!reader 2k words
You absolutely do not want to go away for work. You love your life and you hate your job, and it actually feels like a nightmare situation. If it weren't paid you'd probably quit rather than go. But it is paid, and you need the money for the wedding.
Or rather, the honeymoon, the familymoon, to somewhere fancy. White sands, a waterpark. You'd already bought Roan the cutest swimsuit with pink skirts and a bow, and a towel with a hood that makes her look like a dolphin, and those jelly shoes that change colour in the sun. Basically, she's ready for a vacation, except you haven't gotten around to buying the actual vacation yet. 
And so. Work conference. Paid handsomely. 
Leaving Eddie and Roan behind for a full five days. 
It's been a very, very long time since you spent that many days apart. 
Eddie is supportive. "Don't get me wrong, sweetheart, I'm gonna miss you like crazy, but you'll be okay. There are phones in Phoenix." 
"I won't be okay, Eddie," you say swiftly, "I will not be okay. I will miss you so much, I'll probably die." 
He laughs at your conviction. "I'll miss you too, but you won't die. You'll be making the big bucks, bringing home the bacon." 
Roan sleeps in the backseat. Your flight is a late one and she'd insisted she wanted to see you off. She hadn't been able to fight the lulling rumble of the car. You're glad that she's sleeping — you'll descend into tears if you have to say goodbye to her. 
"This sucks," you mumble, sinking down into the passenger seat. 
Eddie reaches over the console to grab a rough handful of your thigh. "This sucks," he echoes. He gives you a squeeze. "Are those new jeans?" 
"You were with me when I bought them. I tried them on for you."  
He gives you another squeeze. "You sure?" 
"Yeah, you said if I didn't get them you'd break up with me." 
His smile turns sheepish. "Who, me? I wouldn't say that." 
You cover his hand. The airport comes into view, a hulking, towering building that blocks the sun. The irony isn't lost on you. 
"Slow down so I can kiss you," you say. 
"Why do I havta slow down?" 
"You'll crash the car." 
"What kind of kiss are we talking?" 
You laugh and unbuckle your belt to climb on knees. It is an entirely unsafe manoeuvre that you wouldn't normally do but you're sick with missing him already and Roan isn't awake to see it. You slide your hand into his hair and tilt his head. 
"Keep your eyes on the road, okay?" you murmur.
You're delighted to hear his breathless reply, "Okay." 
You kiss his cheek, his jaw, all the way down to his chin. He turns his face toward you and you refuse to let him in case you end up in a bender, trying for lovely and ending up sloppy. "Sorry, I think I just slobbered on you," you say into his cheek, punctuating with a last firm peck. You sit back properly and tuck his hair behind his ears. "I love you." 
"I love you, too, weirdo," he says, eyes flitting between you and the road, creased soft with his smile. 
He pulls up to the curb. He can't park here, so you rush around to the trunk, grab your suitcase and wizz to the driver's side to kiss him again through the window.
"I love you," you say quickly, "I love you. Tell Ro I'm sorry, and I miss her, and I'll be home so fast and we are going to Hawaii." 
"We are not going to Hawaii." 
"Pick somewhere while I'm away and that's where we'll go. Tell Roan."  
He reaches for your hand through the window and kisses your fingers. "I love you, sweetheart. Have a safe flight. We'll be right here when you get back, okay? Chill out." 
Eddie's lying in bed missing you so much it's driving him crazy when Roan climbs up onto the bed and flops on top of him. 
"Dad, you have a case of the frownies," Roan informs helpfully, draping herself over his lap with her handheld fan sputtering away. 
"I'm fine." 
She turns the fan toward his face, a pleasant break from the stuffy humidity today. She has a case of the frownies too. 
"When's she coming back?" Roan asks for the millionth time. 
Eddie checks his watch. "Uh, sixteen hours." 
"What?" 
He sighs morosely. "Tomorrow, babe." 
"Did you find a new country?" 
He hooks his hands under her armpits and forces her into a hug she didn't ask for but melts against anyways. Her hair is soft under his mouth, and he lays kisses across the top of her head until he feels like he's gonna sneeze. "I give up. If she wants to go on vacation, she has to choose." 
"Dad, that's lazy." 
"I'm allowed to be lazy. You're lazy all the time." Then, because he's trying hard to be a good dad all the time, "You're not lazy, baby, I'm sorry. I'm just cranky." 
"You miss Y/N." 
He pats her back. "Yep." 
He seems to be missing you a lot more than Roan is. While she'd cried when she woke up and realised you'd already left, she's been okay since then. Eddie supposes it's not too different from the life they'd lived before you met. 
Still, he'd expected more. He remembers when Roan was a little younger and she'd cry every time you went home. Funny how the home you'd go to is now their home too.  
"Do you want burgers tonight?" he asks. 
Roan cheers. "Yes!" 
He swings her over his shoulder and carries her squealing down stairs to the kitchen. Her handheld fan gets lost somewhere on the landing. 
He sits her on the countertop and gives her a plastic knife, instructing that she chop the lettuce as he cuts the onions. The frying pan warms, and soon the kitchen is fragrant with the smell of hot oil, caramelised onions and melty cheese. 
They eat standing up. It reminds him of the old days and the nostalgia is nice, but he can't lie to himself. He misses you. He wishes you were here. 
"Babe-" He says, laughing through a mouthful. Roan's got cheese in a huge, impossible stripe over her left cheek. He peels it off using his index knuckle. Roan ignores him, munching through crispy lettuce and tomato with a huge smile on her face. 
"Good?" he asks. 
"So good! You make the best burgers." 
He gives her a slightly greasy kiss on the cheek. "Why, thank you. You chop the best lettuce." 
"And the tomatoes!" 
"And the tomatoes." 
He drops his burger onto the chopping board they're using as a plate and wipes his hand before grabbing her legs to pin her in place. Sure she won't topple forward or sideways into the hot stove top, he reaches around her to toggle on the radio. It's already on a rock station, not necessarily his taste but listenable, and after a few more bites of burger and a glass of juice Roan is bobbing her head happily. 
He doesn't expect her to eat it all and she doesn't, picking out the rest of her vegetables and eating what's left of the cheese. He heats her up another slice and lets her eat it with a spoon. 
Before he starts on the dishes, he picks her up and helps her wash her slimy hands in the sink. He turns the faucet up too high and they both laugh as they're sprayed in cold water, shirts wet, faces damp.
"Guys?" 
Roan literally screams. Eddie slaps off the faucet and whips her around, and there you are in the doorway with your suitcase and the world's biggest smile. 
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" you ask, peeling off your jacket and throwing it across the bannister. "I thought I said no fun while I was away?" 
Roan drops like a stone out of his arms and hurtles toward you, leaving a trail of water drops on the floor as she goes. You gasp happily and drag her up the length of you, your shirt tucked between your bodies. He's missed you, that little slip of tummy on display, the way you wrap your arms around Roan like she's made of marshmallow, the way your laugh lights up the room. 
"Roanie," you coo, dropping a kiss into her cheek, "my girl, I've missed you so much." 
And that's when Roan bursts into tears. 
Eddie gawps, horrified, and sidles up to you to help. He tucks your shirt back down over your tummy and covers the bump of it with his hand, the other sliding perfect between your shoulders. "Roan?" he asks softly. 
Roan is inconsolable. It's startling, the ferocity and thickness of her tears, fat teardrops rolling down her cheeks as she sobs and fists her hands in the neckline of your t-shirt. You look up to Eddie and frown in question. He has no answers for you. 
"Sh, sh, princess," you whisper, hand behind her head. You start to sway slowly, the smallest movements from left to right. "It's okay, baby." 
"I missed you," Roan sobs out, arms sliding around your neck. She clings to you hard.
"I missed you too!" you rush to say. "I missed you so much, Roan, I'm so sorry. I wanted to come home every single day, I promise."
"I missed you," she says again.
Eddie knows the difference between Roan's crying. There's angry tears during a tantrum, and sick tears when she's not feeling well. There's crocodiles when she doesn't get her way, and the quiet, quick tears after a sad movie. 
There are happy tears, like when you went to her mother's day class performance, and there are sad tears, like when she realised you'd left for phoenix. Eddie thinks these tears might be a mixture of the two, plus a smidge of good old fashioned overwhelmedness. Big feelings in a little body. 
You drop your lips to her head and kiss her between gentle reassurances. Eddie would help, but he honestly thinks you have it covered. 
"Please don't go away soon," Roan says. 
You smile. "I'm not going anywhere." 
Eddie smashes his cheek to your temple and tries to hug you and Roan both at the same time. 
A little later, when Roan is wiped but insistent on sitting in your lap anyways, dozing face pressed to your chest, you start a conversation in whispers. "Eddie, you said she was okay!" 
He turns from the frying pan in front of him where your burger is browning, helpless. "Sweetheart, I genuinely thought she was!" 
"Don't sweetheart me," you say, a little less incensed. Your anger isn't real, anyhow. Your exasperation, however. 
"Sweetheart," he says again, because he can, because you're home, "she was doing okay. Guess she missed you more than she was willing to show." 
You look down at Roan, pretty much lovesick. Your shoulders deflate with relief. "I missed her. I missed you both. That was…" You scratch your nails through Roan's hair, lost in thought. 
He turns back to your burger. "We missed you too." 
He serves up your food with a kiss, and then another when he remembers how long it's been since the last. 
"Did you at least pick where we're going for the honeymoon?" 
Eddie sits down heavily in the seat beside you and beams. "No, not even slightly." 
Your answering groan makes him laugh, and the pit framed from your absence in his chest steadily refills. 
"Hey!" he defends himself. "You came home early."
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The Girl in IT - 10. Looks Like We Made It
A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU
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Chapter Rating: T
Chapter Summary: A wedding reception for the ages!
Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, Frank is a Wedding Planner-zilla, I hope you brought your tissues!, Bill and Tommy bring on the tears, Surprise Guests!, No Beta we die like men!
Word Count: 4.1 K
A/N: ...here we are, guys—the final chapter of 'The Girl in IT.' Honestly, when I first conceived this series, I never could have envisioned the incredible love and support I would receive, and I am truly grateful for each one of you! This journey wouldn't be the same without your encouragement! While this technically marks the end of the series, I have one more steamy (18+) deleted scene from the wedding night planned, so keep an eye out for that! Once again, thank you all for being a part of this, and I hope you enjoy Joel and Sugar's reception before we dive into married life with 'My Wife in IT'!
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"Are you ready, Mami?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, Papi," you respond, accepting Joel's outstretched hand. He plants a small kiss on it before stepping out of the Jeep, the one he surprised you with, driving down the expansive Waianae Coast together, finding ways to pass the time before the reception.
He opens your door and sweeps you up in a bridal carry, giving you an extra spin for good measure. Giggling with pure delight, you bury your face into his neck, relishing the moment when you're no longer that girl who once longed so intensely for the man you now proudly call your husband.
"Joel!" you playfully shout, "If we're not in the venue in five minutes, Frank will have our heads!"
"Just give me five more minutes, Mrs. Miller," he says, gently lowering you to the ground and pulling you close. "I've been dreaming of this moment for so long, and now that you're finally mine—"
"Joel, all I ever wanted was to be with you," you admit, nuzzling into his chest and taking in his scent. "We could have eloped in Vegas with an Elvis impersonator officiating, and I'd still be as happy as I am right now, as Mrs. Miller."
"I know, baby," Joel murmurs into your hair, squeezing you a little tighter. "Honestly, I could do without the whole reception and just head back to the suite—"
"Frank would murder you, Papi," you giggle, "I plan on spending the rest of my life by your side, so let's minimize the chances of premature death by enduring a few hours in the presence of our friends and family, okay?"
Joel sighs. "I guess you're right, mami. Besides," he spins you around so your back is on his chest, his hands immediately going for your belly. "We wouldn't want the baby to grow up without a father, right?"
You nod. "If you die before this baby is born, I swear I'll never forgive you. Plus... maybe if you manage to survive tonight, you'll get to see the surprise I have waiting for you under this dress-"
You let out a shriek as Joel unexpectedly scoops you up into a fireman's carry, his hands on your ass to steady you, dashing towards the venue entrance. "In that case, baby, the quicker we get through this, the faster I can rip this damn dress off of you and—" He bursts through the doors, the music screeching to a halt, and fifty pairs of eyes fixated on both of you, Joel's hands still firmly placed across your backside.
"Are you both out of your minds?!" Frank screams in anguish. "I was supposed to introduce you, and then you come in!" he exclaims. "Did we not rehearse this, or has everyone decided to lose their damn minds? Go back outside, and stick to the damn program!" he commands, pointing sternly to the door.
Joel, still holding you, exchanges a sheepish look with you as you both backtrack towards the door. Frank's scolding echoes through the venue as you step outside, the door closing behind you.
"Looks like we'll have to wait a bit longer to rip this dress off," Joel chuckles, setting you down and readjusting his disheveled suit.
You laugh, "Well, we did say we'd endure a few hours, right?"
Frank [Frank nervously paces in the reception hall, his hands in his pockets as he takes in the wedding guests all patiently waiting for you and Joel to make your grand entrance. He checks his watch for the hundredth time, shaking his head in frustration.] When I told Joel and Sugar to be outside of the door five minutes to six, it wasn't a suggestion, but a fucking command.   [He gives you an uneasy smile, running his hands through his hair nervously.] I'm a planner, you know? All of the galas and charity events that Miller Construction has ever hosted? They all went off without a hitch, executed almost perfectly with little to no errors. All of this excellence and perfection because of ME. [He points to himself.] Sarah's wedding? Perfect. Amazing. Beautiful. Why, you ask?! BECAUSE SHE STUCK TO THE PROGRAM! [Frank raises his hands to grasp at his hair in frustration.]   You know, I expected something akin to chaos from Joel. He's the boss, of course, he thinks he could do whatever the fuck he wants to do. Sugar, on the other hand? I never would have thought she would try to sabotage me like this! Doesn't she want an amazing and beautiful wedding reception? I mean, I'm good but I am not fucking God, you know? I can only work my magic if all participants are willing to hold up their end of the bargain, for fucks sake! [Bill approaches Frank in a tizzy, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he giggles uncontrollably, a Mai Tai with a little pink umbrella in one hand.] Bill: Frank, just give it a rest, okay? Let them have their fun, they just got married, for fucks sake. It's a celebration! Maybe we should just fuck the program and let the night run its course! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, BILL? FUCK THE PROGRAM?! Are you high?! Bill: [He shakes his head.] No, I'm just drunk. Well, isn't that just fucking great? The one time I actually need you, and you're drunk off your freaking ass! What is this world coming to?! Bill: Oh just relax, honey! Take a load off, smoke some of that weed I know is in your back pocket! It's a celebration! all work and no play makes Frank a short dick ma- Finish that sentence and I'll show you just how much a short-dick man loves to tell you to fuck off- [Bill raises his hand in resignation, whistling to himself as he backs away from Frank.] Bill: Ooooookay. Jeez. Fuck. Way to be a buzzkill, Frank. [He shakes his head, eyeing his husband in disbelief.] Shit! [Frank straightens himself out as he holds the mic in one hand on stage, nodding at the server to open the doors. He smiles.] Okay, Frank. [He nods to himself in agreement, clearing his throat.]   It's fucking showtime.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... or shall I say Wahine and Kane... I am most honored and blessed to be able to announce... Please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Joel and Sugar Miller!!!" Frank excitedly shouts into the mic, gesturing to the opening venue doors.
The applause fizzles out almost as soon as it begins, leaving an awkward silence in its wake. Multiple pairs of eyes dart among each other in confusion as Frank lets out a nervous chuckle into the mic. He shoots a glance toward Bill across the room, rolling his eyes as Bill takes another leisurely sip of his drink.
"Sorry about that," he says shakily, adjusting the collar of his aloha shirt. "They must have not heard me... what can I say? Lovebirds, right?" He nods towards the server once more as he tries to get your and Joel's attention, your laughter echoing into the hall as Frank groans into his mic. "Are they ready?!" he mouths towards the server, who simply replies with a thumbs up. 
"Okay. As I was saying!" Frank shouts into the mic once more, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Joel and Sugar Miller!"
The hall erupts into applause, with Tommy screaming and whooping in the background. "FINAL-FUCKING-LY!" he screams, jumping onto his seat and clapping loudly. "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, BROTHER!"
You can't help but laugh into Joel's shoulder as he guides you into the hall, gripping his hand tightly as he effortlessly navigates through the room, exchanging waves and smiles with your friends and family. Frank beckons you both over, his applause blending with the crowd's excitement. "...and now, a few words from the beautiful couple!"
Joel accepts the mic from Frank, giving him a playful pat on the back. "Apologies for the awkward start to the night," he begins, shooting Frank a cheeky wink, "...but I want to express our heartfelt gratitude for all of you being here tonight. It means the world to both of us to have you here!"
"Why don't you give her a kiss, loverboy!" Bill's voice rings out, sparking a chorus of "Here here's!" in agreement. Joel doesn't hesitate, pulling you into a tender kiss, his hand secure against the back of your head as he gently dips you.
"Is that good enough, Bill?!" Joel exclaims into the mic, "... because I can do it all night-" 
Frank hurriedly grabs the mic away, clearing his throat. "Thank you so much for indulging us, Joel and Sugar! Why don't we start the night off with a toast to our beautiful couple courtesy of our best man and Joel's baby brother Tommy!"
Tommy (& Maria) [Maria fusses over Tommy's hair, patting the collar of his aloha shirt as he takes a swig out of his Heineken.] Maria: Maybe you should lay off on the alcohol before your best man's speech, baby.   I'm fine! Maria: You certainly don't look "fine", Tommy. I told you to lay off on the- Listen, I'm happy for Joel and Sugar. To tell you the truth, I didn't think this day would come. When Maria and I got married, Joel gave his best man's speech and managed to end up sobbing in the middle of it because of how jealous he was of Maria and me, so I needed to even the score. Maria: Tommy, I don't think that's neces- Of course it is, Maria! he managed to lose his shit on stage at our wedding, so it's only fair I return the favor! [Tommy walks over to the stage with a slight stumble, smoothing out his aloha shirt as he grabs the mic from Frank's grasp. You can hear Maria's deep sigh as he smiles out into the crowd.]
"Good evening everyone! For those who don't know who I am, my name's Tommy, and Joel is my big brother.  
I know what y'all are thinking - I only got the job of being his best man because I'm his brother... and you know what? you're probably right. There's probably someone more worthy to be up here right now, someone like Bill, maybe, but I'm his brother, so you can suck it, Bill!”
The crowd laughs almost nervously as Tommy clears his throat, steadying himself. 
“Joel is probably the best big brother anyone could hope for. He’s always protected and provided for me, kept me in line, and bailed me out of sketchy situations. I couldn't have wished for a better brother, because he's the best that there is." He gives Joel a small smile, chuckling to himself.
"I trust Joel with my life and believe in the decisions he makes. I've always followed his lead without feeling the need to interject, but there was a moment when we didn't see eye to eye, and that was when he married his first wife.
Don't get me wrong, marrying because of a child is the honorable thing to do, and Joel is nothing short of an honorable man. He wanted to do right by Sarah's mom, so when he found out she was pregnant, he didn't hesitate, you know? He got down on one knee right then and there and made an honest woman out of her.
... but he didn't love her, and it pained me to see him stick to his decision, completely miserable as if life was being sucked out of him. All I've ever wanted in this life is for him to be happy. So, when he finally decided to call it quits, hell, that was the happiest day of my life. He was finally going to be free. He told me, 'Tommy, all I need is that little girl in my life, and if I don't find love again... it'll be alright' ... and it was, you know? Me, Joel, and Sarah —everything seemed like roses after that... but I knew. Something was missing from his life after that." He takes a breath, nodding to himself.
"... and then, ten years ago, Joel took a simple roof job for some rich asshole who lived in the fancy part of town. I told Joel that he was crazy, that we didn't need that job, and that we should be focusing on getting the bigger fish, you know?
But Joel persisted. Told me something in his gut told him to take the job. So being his brother, I followed his lead, as I always do.  
The day that I met Sugar was the first day of that roof job. I remember seeing Joel in his nicest flannel, his hair slicked back, his fucking cowboy boots on. I thought to myself, 'What on earth is my brother doing, looking like that? Who the fuck does he think he is?' I thought he wanted to bang the wife or something!" The party laughs at that as Joel rolls his eyes at Tommy. 
"...and then, out of nowhere, this gorgeous, shy-looking girl walks up from behind us. Let me tell you, I've never seen Joel look so nervous in front of a woman like he did when he saw Sugar... it was like an instant realization, you know? I understood that this girl was different. Sugar... was different. The missing piece of Joel's life."
Tommy raises his glass toward you and Joel, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. "I want to make the first toast tonight to Sugar. Without you in my brother's life, he wouldn't be as fucking happy as he is now. You bring out a light in him that no one else has been able to do before, and I thank my lucky stars that he's finally living the life he deserves! I love that you're officially family now, and it's only going to get bigger with that baby on the way! Here's to you, Sister!"
"To Sugar!" the crowd cheers.
The room echoes with cheers and clinking glasses as everyone toasts to Sugar. Tommy, still holding his glass high, wears a genuine smile that lights up the atmosphere.
"To my favorite person!" Ellie shouts, raising her glass alongside Sarah's.
"To the woman who tamed the beast!" Bill adds with a playful wink.
Maria chimes in, "To family, new beginnings, and the joy you've brought to Joel's life!"
Tommy downs his glass, winking at you as he hands the mic back to Frank. "What a beautiful speech, right? Let's give a round of applause to our Best Man!" Tommy gives a salute as he tumbles off the stage, grinning from ear to ear.  
"Now that we got that out of the way, I would like to bring my other half on stage who has prepared something for our bride and groom," He looks at Bill who is starting to stand from his seat. "Bill, come up here honey!"
Bill [He's back in Austin, a week before the wedding. He's talking to someone off-scene, nodding as he makes his way to his mother's piano, his hands on the ivory keys.] I knew that when I found out that Joel and Sugar were getting hitched in Hawaii, I wanted to do something for them. Surprise them, if you will. Frank was too busy with all of the wedding prep, so I knew that it was easy to keep this secret from him, too. I wanted to blow everyone out of the water, so I had to call in some reinforcements. [He's seen waiting awkwardly in a busy cafe, bouncing his leg nervously as he waits for someone to join him. A beautiful woman with sunglasses opens the cafe door and Bill smiles at her.] Frank might just kill me for upstaging him, but I just couldn't help it. Like I said before, he can go eat a dick.
Bill makes his way up to the stage, his eyes glassy as he smiles awkwardly towards the crowd. He kisses Frank's cheek as he takes the mic, facing himself towards you and Joel.  
"Hi everyone, I'm Bill. I've prepared a little something for Joel and Sugar for their first dance as husband and wife, and thought I would bring someone in special, all the way from Texas to help me." He nods to someone in the distance, a smug look on his face. "So for our first dance of the night, let me introduce to you... Miss Shania Twain!"
Franks's mouth drops in shock as Shania walks into the room, a beautiful red gown on her frame as she waves to the screaming crowd, flashing Bill a knowing look. Bill kisses her cheek as she walks up to him, handing her the mic as he makes his way to the piano. "Thank you so much for inviting me, Bill! and congrats to the beautiful couple!" Joel laughs as you scream in joy, pulling you into a hug. The both of you walk up to the middle of the dance floor, Joel pulling you into an embrace as Bill begins to play the opening melody to 'You're Still the One'.
Looks like we made it Look how far we've come, my baby We mighta took the long way We knew we'd get there someday They said, "I bet they'll never make it" But just look at us holding on We're still together, still going strong You're still the one I run to The one that I belong to You're still the one I want for life (You're still the one) You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of You're still the one I kiss goodnight
Joel sings along as he sways to the melody with you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you cry into his chest. "Franks gonna murder Bill, huh?" you mumble into his chest.  
"Yeah, but what a way to go, right?"
Ain't nothin' better We beat the odds together I'm glad we didn't listen Look at what we would be missin' They said, "I bet they'll never make it" But just look at us holding on We're still together, still going strong
"I love you, Joel," you whisper as you look up to him, the tears flowing from your face. He wipes them away as he pulls you into a kiss.  
"I love you, too, Mrs. Miller. Thank you for never giving up on me."
Tess [She's seated at the bar by herself, nursing a whiskey, swirling the amber liquid around in her glass as she stares into nothing.] Listen, I'm happy for Joel and Sugar. Sugar is a fine woman, and Joel is the most honorable person I know. They truly deserve one another. [She gives you a hard stare, scoffing at you.] Look, I know what it looks like. Yeah, I was attracted to Joel... but I also was just fresh out of a shitty, fucked up marriage, and Joel? He's not a bad-looking guy. Who wouldn't go for him? Tell me you haven't looked at that man and not feel anything but hot and bothered. [She whistles.] I mean, I guess that's probably why I was so hard on Sugar at first. I respect Joel, and yeah, maybe I was a little protective over him. A handsome, rich man like him? Hell, I've seen all of these women lining up at reception, suddenly needing a home repair, a renovation - only so they could ask to speak to Joel. [She scoffs.] Desperate housewives, am I right?   Women see a handsome, eligible bachelor with money and power? It's like flies on a pile of shit. I didn't know what Sugar's intentions were- if she was just batting those doe-eyed lashes at him for a piece of his empire... but when I realized that it was Joel being the fly and Sugar being that pile of shit? I knew. Oh, I fucking knew. There would be no one else. Man was a goner the moment she opened those office doors, the moment she smiled at him from across the room.   Have you ever felt that unspoken connection when you're in a crowded place with the one you love? Picture a party, he's engaged in conversation with a group, and then she strolls in — their eyes meet. It's that silent understanding, that unspoken pact affirming they belong to each other without a single word. That's the magic Sugar and Joel share. With just one look, they carry that silent agreement of belonging exclusively to one another. [She takes a contemplative drink, looking at the glass through squinted eyes, setting it down on the countertop with a thud.] I knew it was a matter of time until he found someone and in all honesty? Sugar fits the bill. She completes him in a way that I would never be able to. She's beautiful, and smart, and keeps this man on his toes. She's strong, you know? She might not think she is, but I know. She's a fighter, and she will stand next to him and fight for him until her last breath, and really? that's all I could ask for Joel.   [She nods to herself, holding herself, her eyes misty. She raises her glass.] To Joel and Sugar, may you have the best fucking lives together, because finally, right? Final-fucking-ly.
"Are you a friend of the bride or the groom?" the bartender asks Tess, pouring her another glass of whiskey.  
"Both, but of the groom first."
He raises a curious eyebrow. "There's some history there?"
"There was a one-sided attraction on my end," she admits, sighing to herself. "We're both too similar, too hot-headed for each other. Trust me," she chuckles to herself, "It's better it worked out this way."
"So it's all ancient history, then?" he asks, leaning on the countertop.  
"Dead and buried, really. I'm happy for them, they make each other happy."
"... and judging by your lack of company, I can assume you came here alone?" he asks hopefully, giving her a sly smile. "Maybe two lonely souls could keep each other company?"
"Why? Who wants to know?" Tess asks slyly, swirling her glass of whiskey. "I'm about ten glasses in, maybe I won't need much convincing if asked by the right person-"
"Well, when there's a beautiful woman with a sad, faraway look in her eyes, it's only proper to keep her company, it's the right thing to do, you know?"
Tess laughs at that, shaking her head in disbelief. "What if I tell you my room number, and maybe we can... chat for a bit? when you're off duty, that is."
"Maybe I'll stop by, then," he smiles, giving her a wink. "I won't say no to a proposition like that."
Tess downs the rest of her drink, sliding a napkin towards the bartender as she stands up from her stool. She gives him a hopeful smile.
"Maybe you should."
Joel [Joel kicks back in his chair at the reception, a sigh escaping as he loosens his bow tie. His attention drifts to the dance floor where you're sharing laughs with Ellie and Sarah, and a warm smile graces his lips.] Honestly, five years ago, if you'd asked me if I'd end up here, in Hawaii, married to the love of my life, I would have called your bluff.  [He visibly lights up at the notion, a dreamy glint in his eyes as he grins into the distance.]  I'd have said, "You're kidding, right?" Because, Sugar, it feels like I conjured her up, this amazing, beautiful woman, and the idea of having this second chance seemed too good to be true. I half-want to pinch myself just to make sure it's all real, and I'm not still caught up in a dream! If her old man hadn't knocked some sense into me all those years ago, none of this would've been possible, really. We both had some growing up to do, and as tough as it was not seeing her every day, I wouldn't change a goddamn thing. I carved out a damn good name for myself, provided for my family, my friends—and now, I'm reaping the damn benefits. All that blood, sweat, and tears? It meant something, you know? It's like being at a carnival; you play the games, collecting those small toys until you earn the big one, right? Sure, the little teddy bears are nice, but what you really want is that massive one. The one everyone goes for but gives up on when they realize how fucking hard it is to win. That massive teddy bear? That's Sugar for me. I've busted my ass for a solid decade, racking up all those little bears, and now... [Joel steals another glance at you, winking as you mouth "I love you" back to him. Another satisfied smile creeps onto his face.] She's finally damn well mine.
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