#Man my brother asked me what I want for my birthday
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JAPAN 2023
QATAR 2023
ines_alonso and charles_leclerc posted to close friends
so proud of you oscarpiastri, sucks that i can't be there with you the only way to celebrate a third championship and a maiden sprint win. this can only go wrong from here monopoly has been cancelled after someone nearly broke the table when he got beat
CHARLES' BIRTHDAY
ines_alonso and oscarpiastri posted new stories
he actually liked this cake, don't listen to whatever oscar has to say birthday boy đ„łđ©· an artist at work...i actually don't know what's she's trying to make
oscarpiastri and ines_alonso posted new stories
inés said we were on a time crunch, now i've lost her inside a flower shop and she's not answering her phone. send help. sos. birthday boy seems to have something devious planned second birthday cake was a success!!!
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ines_alonso feliz cumpleaños amorcito!! here's to spending more by your side (with osc of course) for many more years đ©·đ
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charles_leclerc oh mon soleil, i might start crying again. please don't do this to me.
oscarpiastri you'll cry regardless charlie charles_leclerc stop being mean to me, it's my birthday oscarpiastri i got you a cake, that's enough user01 their love language is bullying each other
user02 had to sneak oscar in there somehow
user03 inés loves both her boys. i'm convinced she will never shut up about them user02 i fear you may be right bestie
oscarpiastri happy birthday booger đ§Ą
charles_leclerc thank you stinker â€ïž pedri i will never understand how this dynamic works arthur_leclerc mate it's been years and i still don't understand it. half the time i'm convinced they hate each other. oscarpiastri it's our love language arthur, leave us alone.
isahernaez feliz cumple charlie đ
charles_leclerc gracias isa đ user04 brother lost even his ex-girlfriend in the divorce to charles user05 not only is he not winning races but he's also not winning life, shit must suck for him. user06 he just became the only non redbull winner of the entire season, put some respect on his name louieee bitch won the race at the sacrifice of his own teammate, we'll put respect on his name when he fucking earns it. user07 besides this post is about charles, not his fucking whiny ass teammate
user08 i want to know what the product of that picture charles was taking in slide 2
user09 he's the embodiment of that proud boyfriend meme user10 he's just a silly little goofy guy
fernandoalo_oficial feliz cumpleaños to that french guy or whatever
charles_leclerc you sent me an entire paragraph telling me happy birthday this morning you're not fooling anyone fernandoalo_oficial that was supposed to be a secret tonto charles_leclerc oops
jensonbutton HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLES!! đđ YOU'RE SO OLD NOW!!
charles_leclerc THANK YOU OLD MAN!! user11 the difference between fernando and jenson's comments is so fucking funny to me
maxverstappen1 drinks are on the birthday boy this weekend
charles_leclerc you people are animals when you drink. i should be getting free drinks not the other way around alex_albon well for my birthday i was forced to pay, so you should have to pay this weekend charles_leclerc this a hate crime against me
user12 i can't believe charles is 26, it feels like just yesterday he was starting out as a rookie at sauber
user13 STOP! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL OLD!! user12 your bio says you're 16? how the fuck does that make you feel old?? user13 IT JUST DOES OKAY?! DON'T QUESTION ME!
patriciooward FELIZ CUMPLE CABRON!!
charles_leclerc GRACIAS PATITO!! user14 i've seen enough scuderriaferrari get this guy into your car as carlos' replacement. he speaks spanish too user15 and charles actually likes this one
ximena.gomez feliz cumpleaños charlie!!
charles_leclerc gracias ximena! inés said to ask you about the thing ximena.gomez the answer is still no charles_leclerc one chance, just one chance that's all she asks
TEXAS 2023
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ines_alonso there's no weekend like austin gp weekend (this message was paid for by daniel ricciardo) (p.s. please wear your fucking boots right. the jeans go on the outside not tucked inside the boots)
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francesca.cgomes you know what they say, save horse ride a cowgirl
ines_alonso yeehaw!! charles_leclerc please stop flirting with her oscarpiastri you're never beating the allegations ines_alonso WHAT ALLEGATIONS?? francesca.cgomes that the boys are a cover up for our super secret romance. ines_alonso oh that, no, that is true pierregasly STOP THIS MADNESS!!
user16 how i love women
charles_leclerc i feel like this is directed towards me...
ines_alonso that outfit is atrocious and i never want to be in your presence when you wear it. justice for andrea. charles_leclerc OSCAR SAID IT LOOKED GOOD! ines_alsonso OSCAR WEARS T-SHIRTS AND SHORTS AND CALLS IT A DAY, NEVER LISTEN TO HIM maxverstappen1 mate, i'm afraid oscar lied to you oscarpiastri i live to see him make an embarrassment of himself in public. charles_leclerc you're sleeping on the couch when we get home alex_albon that's an upgrade from when your drunk ass made him sleep on a piece of turf on your balcony last year landonorris why the fuck am i never invited to anything? first it was the group bowling and now this party? danielricciardo he-who-shall-not-be-named is your friend louieee because you're a snitch bitch that's why asshole logansargeant in their defense the party was before bowling and no one wants to party with peter pettigrew or lord voldemort user17 the harry potter references i'm dying
user18 so are we supposed to act like you didn't embarrass yourself in front of patrick dempsey?
ines_alonso if we could do that, that would be great thanks user18 oh girl, that's going to haunt you for the rest of your life.
danielricciardo thank you inés i'll be venmoing you $150 later today
ines_alonso pleasure doing business with you mr.ricciardo logansargeant he's actually paying you?? he told me i would get a shoutout on his .jpg account ines_alonso i'm his favorite logan, you should know this logansargeant doesn't mean i should like it
jensonbutton i had a blast this weekend, i enjoyed watching you lose your shit on danica patrick this weekend.
ines_alonso you're ass is such a shitstirrer, i'm telling my dad! jensonbutton he sent me an audio of him cackling for a straight 3 minutes. his ass enjoyed that too user18 this is my favorite daughter and step-father duo user19 jenson button is not a step father but the father that stepped UP
lilymhe the cutest cowgirl ever
ines_alonso oh stop it, i'm actually blushing oscarpiastri unfortunately she is actually blushing. charles is glaring at her from across the room lilymhe damn charles_leclerc i took your girl charles_leclerc fight me lily alex_albon come get your girlfriend she's being irrational again alex_albon mate, we are not having this debate ever again. they're in love, let them be. charles_leclerc you're literally no fucking help
user20 love how inés, kika, and lily flirt with each other to piss off the boys
user21 alex is just resigned to the fact that they do this, charles and pierre absolutely lose it every time, meanwhile oscar just lets them have fun to see charles lose it everytime. user22 inés and oscar live for tormenting charles and i love that user20 it's the difference between gen z's born in the 00's to the 90's is so noticeable between the three of them.
MEXICO 2023
BRAZIL 2023
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ines_alonso a little photo dump for the girlies as we head into the final race of the triple header
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patriciooward nano and honey make a reappearance!!
louieee she's kept them hidden from us for too long ines_alonoso they're camera shy
alex_albon i've missed my godchild nano!!
maxverstappen1 that's my godchild albon! ines_alonso ladies, please, you're both nano's god father alex_albon um, i'm more qualified to take nano if a 'tragic' accident were to happen to any of you maxverstappen1 i have two cats alex, you have a fucking farm, we are not doing this. ines_alonso i've made a horrible mistake
charles_leclerc where's the picture of my mexico podium??
oscarpiastri maybe win a race then she'll post you charles_leclerc you won a sprint! not an actual race! oscarpiastri I STILL WON!
arthur_leclerc i see there's no mention of me taking that 6th picture?? where is my credit alonso??
ines_alonso we bought you dinner and yet you still found a way to complain about taking one picture arthur_leclerc you try fourth-wheeling you, dumb, and dumber louieee it's dumb, dumber, and dumbest maxverstappen1 wait but who's who? oscarpiastri charles is clearly dumbest charles_leclerc this is why people think you hate me oscarpiastri haven't you heard, we're the second coming of seb and mark. multi-21 2.0 incoming alex_albon it was very clearly multi-21 (lovers edition) oscar user23 mark is probably shitting himself seeing this comment oscarpiastri i can confirm that
user24 just a pretty girl with her pretty boyfriends
user25 how to get inés alonso to blush 101 ines_alonso wrong! it's how to get three idiots to blush
kellypiquet i see the picture of the broken table didn't make it to the photo dump
ines_alonso we're never playing monopoly again maxverstappen1 if someone hadn't cheated the table would've never broke! georgerussell63 I DIDN'T CHEAT, YOU JUST SUCK! alex_albon YEAH, TELL HIM GEORGE! user26 i feel like we're missing some important lore here pierregasly post championship and sprint win monopoly is great, until someone (max) breaks the table patriciooward don't forget to specify that it's drunk monopoly alex_albon i feel like i would remember if you were there? patriciooward oh, i wasn't there in person but i was there via facetime. all of you were so fucked up that you don't even remember it
user27 i don't know what's more surprising max breaking a table, george cheating (allegedly) at monopoly, or all of them ending up so drunk they don't remember anything besides a broken table??
user28 definitely the broken table. user29 yeah, the drunkenness is expected from them so is george facing cheating allegations in monopoly.
fernandoalo_oficial i did not give my consent to having that picture posted
ines_alonso too bad old man. you snooze, you lose. user30 the world may be calm (not really) but you can count on inés and fernando always being their chaotic selves
logansargeant this is logan sargeant erasure
ines_alonso oh sorry, the whole world must know i bought you a single shot after your point in austin logansargeant well now i feel bad because it came at the expense of lewis... charles_leclerc what about me?! i'm the reason you got the point! logansargeant you said you wouldn't watch hamilton with me again... charles_leclerc fine, we can watch hamilton again logansargeant đđ user31 a duo i didn't know i needed
danielricciardo is that the picture max and i took when you fell asleep?
ines_alonso yes, i'm never leaving my phone unattended with you two maxverstappen1 that's a consequence that comes with flying airmax, deal with it baby alonso louieee BABY ALONSO!!! ines_alonso oh no, that's going to stick isn't it?? estebanocon they've been calling you baby alonso behind your back for years. jensonbutton we've been calling you baby alonso since 2015 ines_alonso oh my god
lilymhe thank you for beautifully capturing my relationship with alex
ines_alonso you're welcome my love đ©· alex_albon i'm right here lilymhe shhh alex, it's okay, you're my one and only (sometimes) alex_albon WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?! ines_alonso it means that whenever you piss her off she runs to me and kika francesca.cgomes it's true, we kick oscar and charles out of the apartment and force them to spend the night with pierre alex_albon STOP MAKING ME SEEM LIKE A BAD BOYFRIEND! ines_alonso you're a good boyfriend alex, we're just teasing. (got to get ahead of the media)
VEGAS 2023
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ines_alonso a week spent in los angeles and las vegas. met some new friends and hung out with some old friends
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maxverstappen1 where the fuck am i?
ines_alonso bitch, you won every race this season, let other people have a chance maxverstappen1 YOU HAVE CHECO ON HERE!! schecoperez me odias o qué? maxverstappen1 no, do not put words in my mouth checo!
user32 ariana (sabrina) what are you doing here?
user33 talk about an unexpected crossover user34 the most unexpected friendship to come out of the 2023 season
louieee ooh, we look so cute
ines_alonso yeah we do!! louieee đ©·đ
charles_leclerc i'm still mad at you...
oscarpiastri maybe you shouldn't go around telling us to call you charles leclerc-verstappen maxverstappen1 well now i'm max leclerc-verstappen redbullracing max, we can't do this again, the rumors just stopped oscarpiastri i know where you live scuderiaferrari here we go again (the rumors never stopped) mclaren oscar, please refrain from threatening fellow drivers user35 they're just so tired of having to pr train oscar user36 we're talking about the kid who willingly admitted he pushed inés off the track when they were karting because they had a bet going on and he didn't want to lose
sabrinacarpenter it was a delight to meet you and sharles
ines_alonso enough to get a nonsense outro?? sabrinacarpenter woah, take me out on a date first ines_alonso name a time and place baby đ charles_leclerc i can fight... oscarpiastri i can laugh as you take charles down... sabrinacarpenter oscar's my favorite now charles_leclerc of course he is
jensonbutton WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE??
ines_alonso it's a screenshot from the sky sports broadcast. it's the face i make whenever i'm forced to work with that woman jensonbutton oh my god ines_alonso it's my favorite f1 meme now
charles_leclerc now that i'm no longer upset, you look beautiful ma belle đ©·
ines_alonso thank you bebe â€ïž user37 he's trying to get back in her good graces guys oscarpiastri ass kisser charles_leclerc YOU WON'T LET ME GET A DOG alex_albon jeez oscar, let the guy get a dog oscarpiastri HE'S THE ONE WHO SAID NO MORE PETS AFTER HONEY!
logansargeant LET'S GO!! I'M OUT OF THE TRENCHES!!
patriciooward FROM THE TRENCHES WE RISE!! user38 now this, this is my favorite duo inés alonso has given us
lilymhe i look great and alex is there
francesca.cgomes she's everything and he's just ken ines_alonso the realest comment here sabrinacarpenter girls who are everything and boyfriends who are just ken pierregasly our job is just car
joris__trouche he did not want to let go of mimi
ines_alonso he genuinely cried when we left charles_leclerc STOP EXPOSING ME!! oscarpiastri you called me sobbing because you were leaving mimi behind maxverstappen1 just get him a dog oscar oscarpiastri he dug his own grave max
user39 the random jenson meme is sending me
user40 the fact that both of them have pulled the same face while working with d*nica user41 they're further proving the buttlonso lovechild allegations because i feel like fernando has also pulled the same face. user39 oh my god you're so right
francesca.cgomes just a pretty girl living her best life
ines_alonso i'm blushing oscarpiastri can confirm she is blushing charles_leclerc i'm so done. user42 free my guy user42 not from the relationship but from his partners (inés) flirting with the girls (kika, lily, sabrina) user43 nah, my guy brought this onto himself by flirting with max verstappen at every single fucking opportunity liked by ines_alonso and oscarpiastri
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ÂĄleclerc-s speaks!
unfortunately with the current state of the us, this is my only escape. i don't know why it became so unhinged but i remember people joking about max and charles getting married and this is a fanfic so i thought, why the fuck not?? IT'S ALL JOKES PEOPLE!!
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this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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my mom isnât letting my dad go back to his office bc him being out of the house stresses her out and makes her have a flare up and itâs like kind of insane. like i understand why the idea of him doing that would make her panicky and angry as someone who also struggles w separation anxiety and abandonment shit / has physical symptoms from that kind of stress (though not to the same degree ofc) but also he is a grown man. he should be allowed to go to his office and not have to shape his entire life around her needs. and she keeps guilt tripping him out of it and itâs impacting his quality of life a lot and the whole thing is kind of⊠hm
#purrs#delete later#also sheâs guilt tripping me into coming to the stupid fucking potluck on sunday bc she needs the extra help and itâs like⊠what are you#gonna do when i move out. like i am a grown woman and i should be able to choose how i spend my two precious weekend days. and my dad is a#grown man and he should be able to choose where he works. like is that not a little bit insane. i get it but alsoâŠ.. i do think it s kind of#fucked ip that itâs her way or the highway and her needs take priority over all of ours and sheâs asking us to bend to what she wants when#she wants it. like i get it bc sheâs sick but itâs not fair for her to expect that from my dad especially. particularly when me and my#brother are back at work / school in more high risk environments than my dad who would be in a private office alll day. and the thing is no#one is brave enough to all her on it bc if we did it would be the END of the world. she even threw a fit on my dads bday and complained bc#the things he wanted to do were things she didnât want to do like all the man wanted to do was go mini golfing and when that wasnât good#enough he just wanted to go on a walk and my mom complained the whole time and also scoffed the movie he wanted to watch and said it was#boring and itâs like⊠wtf itâs HIS birthday??? but what do you expect from the woman who (and in fairness her friends got her these as gifts#but still) has TWO kitchen items that say some variation of âa marriage is when one is always right and the other is always the husbandâ đ#i look at that little plaque every night bc itâs in front of the sink when im doing dishes and it makes me so fucking angry. like my dad is#a whole fucking person and he can be right too and he deserves to make choices and be happy and not have his wife put him down all the time.#idk. and she puts down his family all the time too and complains when he wants to do the most reasonable things for his own enjoyment that#donât align with hers and criticizes his interests all the time and it just sucks to see. he never shows hurt or anything so idk how he#feels about it but it makes me so angry and sad and when i tell her to stop she just lashes out at me so. đ€Ș. like how do we get her to stop#making her needs more important than everyone elseâs bc⊠she may be our mom / his wife / whateger but that doesnât make her queen. no one is#(andalso this has only gotten worse bc of covid / her being sick. like this has been a lifelong thing itâs just itâs a lot worse now bc the#circumstances gave her room / forced her to have to take up more space. and itâs just so frustrating. i get it. but none of us are pawns or#dolls or subordinates or anything. thereâs 5 adults here and we should all be able to make choices and not be guilt tripped by her. lol#)
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We Found Love
charles leclerc x female reader (smau) 1/2
summary: you and charles were meant to be together even if the media, society and his girlfriend criticized you.
trope: childhood friends to lovers, ferrari driver x head strategist , mean gf (no hate to any of charles' gf's, ex or current.)
a/n: i know i know im the worst updater and writer ever (I'm sorry okay đ I'm busy and I lose motivation lol)but im back slowly but surely, and this is so new! My first F1 fic aahh :D This is very small, I just needed to get this out (monza took my heart away!) hope y'all like it hehe xx.
Months before MONZA
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life lately - enjoying the break before it's Monza â€ïžâđ„đ·đșđ đȘœđ„šđœïžđȘĄâšïžđ đ
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lewishamilton looks like someone had fun!
‷ ursernames obviously mate đ§!!
charles_leclerc wannabe artistic ass đđ»đ€Ą
‷ ursernames shut up donkey đŽđ«đ
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I'm surprised Charles isn't spending the vacay with her. Sounds fishy but they still act close đ. I don't know man.
‷ @chrshls: people like you suck! get a life.
charles_leclerc
everything is good đ©”
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joristrouche amazing!
ursernames leooo awwww
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pierregasly simba and leo meetup soon? đ
‷ charles_leclerc soon!
alexandrasaintmleux amores <3
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ursernames
thank you for the wishes everyone, just took another lap around the earth đ đ·đșđ©”
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formula_1 happy birthday to the best-ever strategist!
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scuderiaferrari buon compleanno stargirl!
‷ ursernames grazie mille!
charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire ma meilleure fille
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mlnmarta joyeux anniversaire ma soeur
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oscarpiastri have a great day old lady đ„ł
‷ ursername when i catch you oscar when i bloody catch you! đ”đ”
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BREAKING đš Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mluex were fighting at a party! Apparently, it was the same birthday party held for Y/N's 27th birthday. What are your thoughts đ?
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alexfp i just can't stand this anymore! It's clear that something's up with charles đ
leclecice bro, alex is straight up toxic just admit it she is NOT a paddock queen neither the IT wag ughh đ„±đ„±
lestappenfpp time for charles WDC lesgoo
ynstan will charles and yn ever date? they have that CHEMISTRY yk
malenalexx it's definitely something to do with charles
‷ unknownchaaa smartest alex fan..
ynstrategyss literally how crazy can Alex even get until they fuck up yns birthday party?! seriously i lost my respect for her.
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đșđș floral vibes đșđș
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alexfp omg our queen đ!!
foralexa hi alexx i hope you're doing well â€ïžâđ©č you look gorgeous btw đ€©
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rebeccadonaldson literally so pretty đșđș
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charlesfanpage charles not in the likes? sus.
leclecicecreammm someone's tryna churn content asap b4 the breakup LOLL
‷ alexandrasaintmluex you're hilarious. đ„±
ynstrategyss hope y'all okay...
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2 weeks before Monza, at the Ferrari HQ
"Hey, can we talk, please?" Charles asked Yn as the meeting begun to wrap up.
"What do you want, Charles? Does making me look like a fool on my birthday not enough?!" You said very honestly.
"No,no, mon cher, listen to me."
"I'm sorry for whatever Alex caused during your birthday party. I wanted the party to be nice and surrounded by your close friend's and family. I'm regretful I chose to bring Alex as a tag along. She wanted to go and I can't say no anyways."
"What's your point, Charles? I'm tired of this drama. I am." You said,
"Yn, we've been friends since so young, we spent almost every day with eachother, basically inseparable. Maman practically consideres you her the daughter she never had and you're really close to my family and brothers. Even with my exes you had a close bond with them."
"Mhm, that's right I loved your exes." You said slightly smiling,
"Ever since I dated Alex, she.... she liked fame and attention. Even if she didn't show it much. And when she saw us being close and basically just friends, she got mad and jealous. I didn't realise much until you told me when she confronted you."
"She reads a lot of the news, tweets and those tiktok edits of us that is all over social media. She is influenced by them. And I honestly don't get how they consider our bond romantic but not platonic."
"Alex has been fighting a lot with me past few months. We are not close, anymore. Not liked we used to be. She's constantly screaming and I can't stand her anymore."
"Mon ange, whatever happens with you and her, please... just tell me. I saw the texts she sent you and it wasn't pleasant. Why have you been keeping this a secret. Please ange, don't do it anymore."
"I don't know how longer I can sustain this relationship if it continues to be as toxic as this." Charles said earning a pout from you.
" Charlie, I wanted to see you happy with Alex. I'm sorry about what's been happening at home. I'm sorry too.." you said,
" Are we good?"
"Yeah we are, Charlie" you said, earning a tight hug from you best friend.
It's undeniable that you've always liked Charles. He was handsome, he was everything a women could've dreamt of. And obviously you're one of them. You'd never had the chance to confess and you think you'd never will. It's better to blossom a good, sustainable friendship rather than risking it all for a relationship. Your a simple person, you're critical and realistic.
When Alex confronted you about your relationship with Charles, it hit you till the pit of your heart. You begun thinking if you were too clingy or romantic with Charles. You begun distancing yourself from him thinking you were at fault. You did not want to be a homewrecker,ever.
Although Charles confrontation settled a little of your thoughts, you cannot deny the growing feelings for Charles in that heart of yours.
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P4. Deluso ma abbiamo dato tutto. Grazie a tutti voi per esserci sempre. E domani, andiamoooooo đ
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ursername let's get it âšâš
speedingcharles we counting on u buddy
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feels great to back in monza! hoping to make tifosi's proud this weekend đźđč Let's see what we can do with a P4 and P5.
RACE DAY IN MONZA.
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"Lights out at Monza! Charles Leclerc is in the fight for P1, but all eyes are on Ferrariâs strategy today. Y/N calling the shots đ #Monza #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari"
@LeclercFans:
"Y/N on the pit wall, looking like a boss. Monza is hers to win đ„ #YN #FerrariFam"
Your heart raced as you watched the battle unfold in front of your eyes. Charles was in second, fighting tooth and nail to close the gap on the leader. Your freshly manicured nails hovered over the radio button, ready to call the next move.
The crowd roared in the background, but your focus was razor-sharp. Charles trusted your instincts, and you wasnât about to let him down.
Y/N (over radio):
"Box, box. Letâs go for the undercut."
Charles
"Copy. Trusting you on this."
The team jumped into action as Charles pitted. Y/N watched with bated breath, hoping the strategy would pay off.
As Charles emerged from the pits, your hands clenched into a fist. The timing was perfect. They had nailed it. It will take time to pass through lando but it'll be worth it. And you knew it.
Y/N (over radio):
"P1. 35 laps ahead. Now hold it. Youâve got this."
The crowd was deafening as the final lap approached. You stood with her arms crossed, staring at the screens, barely blinking. Charles had a three-second lead, but the pressure was immense. Your heart pounded in time with the roar of the engines.
Y/N (over radio):
"Last lap, Charles. Bring it home."
You held her breath as the checkered flag waved and the roar from the grandstands signaled what you'd hoped for.
Charles (over radio):
"We did it! P1! We won, Y/N!"
Bryan (over radio)
"AND P1!"
@F1Live:
"Leclerc takes P1 at Monza! What a race! Ferrari fans are going wild! #CharlesLeclerc #Monza"
@FerrariFans:
"Y/Nâs strategy today was perfection. Absolute genius. đ„ #TeamYN #Ferrari"
@LeclercNation:
"Y/N hugging Charles after that win? Yeah, thereâs something there. No one can convince me otherwise. #CharlesAndYN"
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Siete i numeri 1, Forza Ferrari â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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ursername congrats charliee <3
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‷ charles_leclerc couldn't done it without you, yn đ
formula_1 tifosi's pride and joy
lewishamilton enjoy the win mate! great job
oscarpiastri congrats charles!
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‷charles_leclerc i didnt leave you at the gransdstands this time đ
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FEVER DREAM!! GRAZIE GRAZIE TUTTI MILLE!
@LeclercNation:
"Alexandra needs to chill. Y/N is just doing her job. Sheâs a strategist, not a homewrecker! #TeamYN"
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leo meets his papa who just won the italian grand prix! lovely family at sight đđ¶đŸ
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alexfp ahh the cutiess, though she wasn't here but mah queen is always here to shine
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lecleccreamss since when did F1 turn into a wag thing. Seriously F1? This content is unnecessary!
alexandramyqueen omg our couple is back yayyy
mimosahater @F1Dramaa post. look at this post.
@F1Drama:
"Rumors are flying that Y/N and Alexandra had a heated argument in the Ferrari garage. How much longer can this triangle last? #CharlesLeclerc #YN"
@FerrariInsider:
"Itâs getting messy. Y/N is too professional to get involved, but Alexandra seems to be on edge. #F1Gossip #FerrariDrama"
@LeclercNation:
"Y/N is just trying to do her job, but Alex is clearly feeling threatened. Charles needs to step up. #TeamYN"
ââââââââââââââââ
You were packing up in the garage, getting reading to back to the hotel, when Alexandra appeared at the doorway. She looked calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.
"We need to talk." Alex said
You set down your notes, bracing yourself. You replied, "About what?"
"About Charles. About you."
"Iâm just doing my job, Alexandra. If you think Iâm trying to come between you two, youâre wrong."
Alexandra crossed her arms, stepping closer. "I donât know if I believe that. Iâve seen the way you two look at each other. Iâm not stupid!"
Your jaw clenched. "Youâre right. Youâre not stupid. But youâre also insecure. And thatâs not my problem. Iâm here because Iâm good at what I do, and Charles knows that."
"Insecure?" Alexandraâs voice was laced with venom. "Do you have any idea what itâs like watching him put you before me over and over again?"
"He doesnât put me before you, Alexandra. Heâs just focused on his career. If you canât handle that, maybe the problem isnât me. Maybe itâs your relationship."
Alexandra stared at you, her expression hardening. "You think youâre so untouchable, donât you? That because youâre the team strategist, youâre safe. But I see the way you want him."
You took a deep breath, stepping forward. "If youâre so sure about that, then maybe you should talk to Charles instead of blaming me."
"Look here, Charles just won the Italian grandprix. It's a big celebration for team. Let's be happy for the win, instead of bringing this up, now."
"Have a great day, Alexandra" you said and left the paddock without any hesitation.
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thank you bryan, charles, carlos, fred and the team for making this strategy happen! to our biggest supporters, the tifosi â€ïžâđ„â€ïžâđ„
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lewishamilton absolutely fantastic strategy yn, you made it happen đđ
‷ ursername i absolutely cannot wait for you to get on this team any longer!! tysm lewis, really appreciate it đđđ«
charles_leclerc tu as rĂ©alisĂ© mon plus grand rĂȘve, merci ma belle stratĂšge, ma meilleure amie bien-aimĂ©e đ„đ„đ„łđ„łâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
‷ ursername you were behind the wheel, you make us all dream mon rĂȘveur, mon soleil đ©·đ©·
mlnmarta such a shame i wasn't able to witness this but again, ma petite sĆur, tu nous fais tous rĂȘver đ„č
‷ ursername tu aimes me faire pleurer đ„čâ€ïž
After the Azerbaijan Grand Prix
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story, 2m ago
Part 2 when?
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-charles, a dad?-
summary : you tell charles you are pregnant.... on his birthday....
PAIRINGS : charles leclerc x fem!pregnant!reader
WARNINGS : none
note : HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY CHARLES!!!! I hope that you all had an amazing day! Love you all
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The soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of silverware filled the intimate, warmly lit restaurant where you sat, glancing nervously at the empty plate in front of you.
The soft golden glow from the chandeliers cast a romantic atmosphere, bouncing off the walls and highlighting the elegant decor. Everything was perfect.
It had to be, because tonight was not just Charlesâ birthday. Tonight, you had news that would change both of your lives forever. It wasn't just news you could throw out easily.
You took a deep breath and turned your attention to the man sitting across from you. Charles was talking animatedly with his mother, Pascale, and his brothers, Lorenzo and Arthur, his deep, joyful laugh punctuating the air. #
His smile reached his eyes, the green in them shimmering under the soft lights. As you watched him, your heart swelled with love, and nervous excitement fluttered in your chest. The restaurant was one of Charlesâ favorite spots in Monaco, a small family-run place tucked away in a quieter part of the city. The cozy ambiance, the delicious food, and the privacy it provided made it the perfect setting for such an important moment.
You had imagined this night over and over, and now it was finally here. Over and over you thought he would take the news bad, break up with you and leave you...
The barely-there curve of your stomach was hidden beneath your dress, and no one had suspected a thing yet. The secret had been yours alone for a few weeks now, but you were ready. It was time to share it with Charles and his family.
You picked up your glass of water, taking a sip to calm your nerves. Charles caught the small movement and turned his attention to you, his brow furrowing slightly.
âAre you okay, mon amour?â he asked softly, turning to you fully, his hand sliding across the table to rest on yours and his other on your thigh giving you comfort.
His touch was warm and grounding, instantly calming the swirl of emotions inside you. You nodded, offering him a small smile. âYeah, Iâm okay. Just⊠a little nervous.â A little was an understatement, you didn't know if you wanted to puke or pass out.
Charles tilted his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. âNervous? About what? It's just dinner with my crazy family,â he teased, glancing toward his brothers, who were in the middle of their usual playful banter.
You laughed, but the butterflies in your stomach were relentless. âI have something I need to tell you,â you whispered, the words coming out softer than you intended. Charlesâ smile faltered slightly, concern flickering in his eyes.
He leaned closer, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. âWhat is it? You know you can tell me anything.â You glanced around the table. Pascale was smiling warmly, chatting with Arthur, but you could feel her eyes occasionally flick to you, as if sensing there was something on your mind.
The rest of the Leclerc family was still caught up in their light-hearted conversation, unaware of the forever life-changing announcement you were about to make.
âI want to tell you this now,â you whispered shyly, your voice barely audible over the low hum of the restaurant. âBut itâs something I want everyone here to hear.â Charles blinked, his concern giving way to curiosity.
âOkay,â he said, his eyes never leaving yours. âWhenever youâre ready.â Now he was getting a little nervous too. You took another breath, feeling your heart race in your chest. You had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in your mind, but now that it was happening, it felt even more overwhelming than you had imagined.
Still, you squeezed Charlesâ hand, anchoring yourself in his warmth, and then you stood from your seat. As you stood, the conversation around the table quieted.
Pascaleâs eyes lifted to meet yours, and a small smile of encouragement spread across her face. Charlesâ brothers went silent, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.
âEveryone,â you began, your voice trembling slightly but steady enough to carry through the intimate space of the restaurant. âI, um, have something to tell you all. Something important.â Charles stood as well, moving to stand beside you, his hand resting gently on your lower back, as if silently lending you his strength. He knew you needed the support more than anything now.
You took one final deep breath. âIâm pregnant.â For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stop. Pascaleâs eyes went wide, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. Arthur and Lorenzo both stared at you, frozen in surprise, their usual playful demeanor falling away.
And Charles⊠he was the last to react, his hand still resting on your back, his gaze locked on yours as the words sank in. This was the scariest you had ever felt.
âWait⊠what?â he whispered, his voice barely audible as his mind struggled to catch up. âYouâre pregnant?â You nodded, your eyes filling with happy tears.
âYes, Charles. Weâre going to have a baby.â The look of pure, unfiltered joy that crossed his face at that moment was something you would remember forever.
His eyes widened, his mouth parted slightly in disbelief, and then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His face buried into your shoulder as he laughed, the sound filled with so much happiness that it brought tears to your eyes.
âOh my God,â he breathed against your ear, his voice shaking with emotion. âWeâre going to have a baby?â You nodded, laughing softly through your tears.
âYes, Charles. We are.â The restaurant seemed to come alive with the sounds of celebration. Pascale let out a joyful cry, jumping up from her seat to join the two of you. She wrapped you both in her arms, her face streaked with happy tears.
âMon Dieu, I canât believe it!â Pascale exclaimed, hugging you tightly. âIâm going to be a grandmother!â Her words were a mixture of French and excitement, and you couldnât help but laugh at how overwhelmed she was.
Arthur and Lorenzo were quick to join in, their teasing remarks coming in rapid succession as they congratulated Charles. Lorenzo clapped him on the back, a grin stretched wide across his face.
âCharles, a dad? I never thought Iâd see the day!â Arthur, ever the joker, smirked. âI guess weâll see how you handle sleepless nights and dirty diapers.â
Charles shook his head, still in a daze, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as if grounding himself to this new reality. âI donât even care,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âIâm going to be a dad. Iâm going to be a dad!â
The restaurant staff, sensing the celebration, brought over a bottle of champagne (sparkling water for you), offering their congratulations as well. The night had transformed into something magical, a mixture of family, laughter, and joy.
Charles never left your side, his hand constantly resting on your stomach, his eyes filled with awe and pride every time he looked at you.
As the night wound down, and the conversations finally began to quiet, you found yourself outside on the restaurantâs small terrace, overlooking the shimmering lights of Monaco below.
The evening air was crisp and cool, but Charlesâ warmth beside you kept the chill away. He had his arm draped around you, pulling you close, his other hand still gently resting on your stomach.
âI still canât believe it,â he whispered, glancing down at your belly with a soft smile. âWeâre going to be parents.â You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder.
âHappy birthday, Charles.â He turned his head to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice soft and filled with love. âBest birthday ever, mon amour. Best gift I could ever ask for.â
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a marauders guide to siblings
Sirius Black x Potter!reader + moonwater + jily [1.4k words]
CW: fem!reader, reader is James' twin, siblings
James loved love. Like, if someone were to ask James what his favourite thing was, first he would say quidditch, then he would say pranking, then heâd probably say his beautiful girlfriend Lily, and then he would absolutely without a doubt say love.
Oh, and maybe also heâd say ABBA, but the order wasnât important, alright? The point was: James loved love.
So, once the rest of his mates found partners of their own (save Peter), he immediately began begging them for a triple date. But for as mischievous as his friends were, they were equally (if not painfully more) stubborn.
ââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșââ
âPlease!?â
âI said no, James.â Remus sighed as he rubbed harshly at his eyes; and sure, perhaps cornering him in the hospital wing following a full moon when he had nowhere to run nor hide from Jamesâ pestering wasnât very couth of James, but in Jamesâ defence, he-
âPOTTER.â Regulus barked from the door to the hospital wing that he just burst through, completely ignoring the reproachful shushing from the matron. âI swear to Salazar if you do not step away from my boyfriend, I-â
Except James never got to hear what Regulus planned on doing if he did not step away from his boyfriend because James - a smart man - chose that moment to shout âpromise me youâll think about it, moons!â before fleeing from the room.Â
It had gone just about the same with Sirius.Â
âNo can do, Prongsie boy.â Sirius drawled without looking up from his study notes.
âAnd just why not?â James spat, obviously having had it up to here with his sodding no good best friends anyone could ever ask for.Â
Sirius hummed as he looked off into the distance like he was giving this question actual thought. âOh, right. Because I donât want to.â He deadpanned.
âWhy not.â
âJames.â Sirius hissed as he sat up straighter, eyeing the librarian who was eyeing the two infamous marauders right back. âI have no interest in sitting at a table with my brother as he makes googly eyes at my best friend, nor-â he paused as he held his hand up when James went to interject, âdo I want to sit at a table with my girlfriends brother as I make googly eyes at her.âÂ
âThen just donât make googly eyes at my sister.â James hissed back, earning him a scoff.
âHave you seen your sister? Thatâs impossible.â
âEugh.â
âSee.â Sirius accused, raising a knowing eyebrow at him. âIâm not doing it.âÂ
ââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșâââșââ âïž ââșââ
But if there was one thing James hated in equal measure as he loved love, it was quitting.
And in case that wasnât clear; James hated quitting.Â
âOh good, youâre all here.â You announced robotically as you approached Remus, Regulus, Lily, and Sirius at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
âYou alright, Potter?â Regulus questioned slowly, looking between Sirius and Remus concernedly as they both let out a groan.
âWhat now?â Sirius muttered as he pinched the space between his brows.
âIâm supposed to sayâŠâ you continued, pausing to pull a cue card from your pocket and reading directly from it. âAs you all know, the wonderful and momentous anniversary of James Fleamont Potterâs birth is approaching-â
You hardly spared a breath for the unimpressed snort from Remus at the fact that you and James shared a sodding birthday.
â-and his one wish - in place of any gifts - is for all of us to accompany him to one triple date at The Three Broomsticks on the next Hogsmeade weekend.â You finished, only looking up at the group when you finished reciting your script before pocketing it again.Â
âWhat exactly do you get out of this arrangement?â Lily asked as she leaned back in her chair.
âA triple date?â You answered in the form of a question.
âWhat do you really get out of this?â Remus asked with a laugh.
âJames promised me an unlimited amount of jelly slugs for the rest of the school year.â You offered bashfully.
âOh.â Sirius groaned theatrically before pulling you into his lap. âMy poor sweet girl, being coerced by means of sweets.â He cooed pathetically into your hair.Â
âDoes that mean youâll do it?!â James shrieked excitedly as he appeared out of bloody fucking no where.Â
âCirceâs fucking tits.â Regulus hissed as he clutched at his chest.Â
Sirius scoffed as he removed one arm from around your waist to gesture at his brother. âLook what youâve done now, James; youâve reduced my baby brother to swears and blasphemy. What do you have to say for yourself?â
âPlease?â James asked quietly; puppy dog eyes darting nervously between his best friends, his girlfriend, his best friendâs boyfriend, and his sister.
And finally, after months of begging and badgering and whining and pestering, James finally got his triple date.Â
ExceptâŠexcept something was bothering JamesâŠ
Which was weird, because it was perfect.Â
James got to see Regulus smile for quite possibly the first time ever when Remus offered him a bite of his meal from his own fork and then immediately stole a kiss when Regulus wasnât paying attention.Â
For as wound up and fidgety youâd been on the walk down to Hogsmeade, James watched any and all tension melt from your body the second Sirius pulled a chair out for you, situated himself in the spot next to it and threw his arm over you like thatâs where it was simply meant to be.Â
And the sound of Lilyâs bubbling laughter echoed somewhere deep in Jamesâ rib cage every time Sirius or Remus took the piss at Jamesâ expense.Â
âOh, James, youâd really like this.â You insisted then, interrupting James from his musings as you held your plate out for him to take a helping for his own plate.Â
âAwe, you guys are sweet.â Lily commented before she accepted a bite from James who had, indeed, really liked what you had ordered.Â
âRemus is already feeding you enough over there, donât even think about it.â Sirius called over to Regulus who was actually not thinking about it at all, thank you very much, earning him a glare from his brother.Â
And thatâs when it hit James.
âWait a second.â He commented, causing everyone to look at him warily. âSirius is dating my sister,â he started, ignoring Siriusâ groan and Remusâ quiet âhere we goâ, âand Remus is dating Siriusâ brotherâŠthen what about me?â
Regulus let out an inelegant snort as Lily scoffed in offence. âWhat do you mean âwhat about meâ!?â She shrilled.Â
âProngs, listen,â Sirius whispered conspiratorially, âI donât want to alarm you, but youâre very close to losing the girl you spent six long years trying to snag.â
But before James could blanche (or beg for Lilyâs forgiveness), Remus chuckled. âDonât worry, James. Iâll claim Lily as a sibling and then you can be dating my sister.â
âWhat the fuck?â Regulus muttered at the same time Lily murmured âyouâll what?â and James cheered âthatâs brilliant!â.Â
âWhy on earth would that matter?â Regulus asked, though the end of his sentence trailed off when you started shaking your head.Â
âItâs best not to question it, Reg.â You offered him knowingly.Â
âFine.â Lily muttered, nodding her chin over at Remus. âThen you have to share your chips.âÂ
In response, Remus lobbed one across the table, hitting her right in the forehead which started a petty sibling squabble right there in the middle of The Three Broomsticks.
âYes.â James whispered reverently. âThis is perfect.âÂ
âWere the jelly slugs worth it then?â Sirius murmured into your cheek as James cackled at the pettiness between the pseudo-siblings and Regulus threatened to bring them all back to the castle with no dessert if they didnât smarten up.Â
You smirked as you turned your face towards his, though he made no effort to create space for you which left the two of you basically nose to nose. âAt least I got something out of this.â
âI got something out of this.â Sirius said easily, continuing when you raised an eyebrow at him. âI got to spend an evening with my girl. Thatâs worth any nonsense.âÂ
You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, reciprocating quickly when he greedily demanded more. âWell then, happy birthday to James Potter, I guess.â
Happy birthday to James, indeed.
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Hii first of all i love your work, i have a request can you do a smut with chris and matt, like a threesome
PURE ECSTASY (part two)
read part one here
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : bf!dom!matt, pervert!dom!chris x reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: youâve been feeling guilty for what you did, but you donât have the balls to tell matt. one night, he shows up at your house⊠and heâs not alone.
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: PURE FILTH, THREESOME, swearing, oral (female and male receiving), A LOT of degrading, some praising, p in v, cuck matt lol, spanking, daddy kink, sex tape, unprotected sex (nope!), hair gripping, ROUGH
đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 2,080
đđźđđĄđšđ«'ïżœïżœïżœïżœ đ§đšđđ: chris and matt are cocky asf in this and theyâre a little meanđ«Ł
honorable note: happy birthday @whatrulookingat11 đ€
arguing bounces off the walls in the living room, the three boys bickering back and forth with each other. well, itâs mostly chris and matt.
thereâs a high chance they donât even know what the argument is about anymore because this has been going on for minutes.
âyouâre so infuriating.â matt says sternly to chris, whoâs scrolling on his phone with no care in the world.
âthen donât piss me off and i wonât be,â he replies, not bothering to look at his brother.
âyou guys give me such a fucking headache.â nick butts it, getting up from the couch. âiâm going to go to my room and edit. donât murder each other while iâm gone.â
he walks out, matt still ranting as chris blocks his voice out.
he opens his hidden album, tapping on the video of you and him. he smirks, cutting his brother off. âwant to see something cool?â
mattâs words are cut off, and he stares blankly at chris. âwhat?â
âcome look at this.â
heâs hesitant, but slowly lowers himself down next to his brother. chris sighs, turning his hand away from his face so he can show matt. he makes sure the volume is high, but not so high that nick can hear.
mattâs face turns to disgust, because why the fuck could chris be possibly showing him a sex tape. âwhy the fuck are you showing me this?â
chris smiles menacingly. âyouâll see.â
the video portrays chrisâs point of view railing into you, your moans and squeals coming out of the phone speaker. then, the camera moves to a face. your face.
youâre completely wanton, his hand gripped tightly on the top of your head. âsay hi to matt, ma.â
âmmâ h-hi, matt,â
matt rips the phone out of chrisâ hand, taking a closer look at if what heâs seeing isnât a hallucination. chris loves the thrill of seeing mattâs face change from confusion to shock in a matter of milliseconds.
âthis pussyâs fucking incredible. thanks for letting me use her, man.â
thereâs no way he can watch the whole thing, so he throws the phone onto chrisâs lap.
mattâs weirdly calm, emotionless even. âwhat⊠the hell did you do?â
âi fucked your bitch.â
he wasnât kidding when he said that if matt pisses him off heâll show him the video. chris always keeps his word.
placing your now empty bowl from dinner down, thereâs a knock at your door. you look at the time, and itâs pretty late on a weekday.
you get up anyway, walking over to the front door and seeing none other than matt and chris standing there. âhey?â you question, feeling intimidated.
âcan we come in?â matt asks, as chris just casually walks inside and makes himself at home.
matt shrugs, closing the door. you walk back to the living room, chris scanning his surroundings while matt takes a seat in the sofa chair.
he extends an arm, indicating for you to come sit on his lap.
âso, uh⊠whatâs up?â you ask nervously, sitting down on him. chris walks in front of you guys, glancing up at matt.
âdid you fuck chris?â he asks, getting straight to the point. your eyes widen.
shit.
ân-no.â you stammer. âwhy do you ask? thatâs crazy.â
his hand travels down your body, lightly squeezing your breast before putting his hand down your pajama shorts. he pinches your clit, making you yelp.
âiâm going to ask you again.â he says, just as chris starts to get on his knees. âdid. you. fuck. chris?â
âno!â you protest, chris slowly pulling down your shorts and panties.
âwe got ourselves a liar,â he smirks.
âi-i didnâtââ you get distracted once he starts to kiss your inner thighs.
he chuckles, his breath hitting your folds. âsheâs wet already.â
matt starts to rub at your clit and you pout. âyouâre going to make this way worse for yourself, baby. just admit it.â he tuts. âor maybe i need to show you instead.â
âi think you should.â chris sighs.
taking his phone out of his pocket, he opens his messages with chris and presses on the video. he dangles the phone in your face. âringing any bells? this was you a week ago.â
when matt says that, the man between your legs flattens his tongue on your pussy before licking strands.
you whine, turning your head before a hand grips your jaw. âlook at it. look at how much of a slut you are.â
âi-iâm sorry.â you apologize, tears brimming your eyes. âiâm sorry, matt.â
he takes the hand on your jaw and brings it back to your clit, rubbing on it hard as chris inserts his muscle into your hole. âyou donât seem that sorry, since my brother is tongue-fucking you and you seem to be enjoying it.â
you moan once chris digs deeper, squirming on your boyfriendâs lap. âif youâre gonna act like a slut youâre going to be treated like one.â
you squeeze your eyes tight as matt rubs circles and chris eats you out like a madman. the video still plays, and youâre starting to replay that night in your head.
âdaddy! g-gonna cum, daddy.â the speakers of the phone boom.
the mixture of chrisâ filthy words he said to you last week and your sounds make you even more aroused, your legs shaking and squeezing his head.
âgonna cum nice and deep in ya, so youâll be walking around for days with a swollen belly full of it. this is exactly how sluts like you should be treated. isnât that right?â
ânghâ y-yes, daddy. cum in m-me, please.â
a string of moans falls from your lips before you cum all over chrisâ face. he removes himself, giving you time to breathe.
he starts unbuckling his belt. itâs a little difficult being that heâs still on the floor, but now heâs sitting.
matt removes his hand, putting his phone away as well. chris grabs your arms and yanks you to the floor so youâre straddling him. âwhat-what are youââ youâre cut off by the stretch of him, pulling you down on his dick.
you look around with glassy eyes, matt now unbuckling his belt right by your head. âyou already fucked him once. iâm sure you can do it again.â
chris thrusts from below you, your eyes immediately rolling back and moaning so desperately. the phone comes out once again and he leans back pressing record at how you look on top of him.
âf-fuck. chrisââ his hand makes contact with your ass.
âtry again.â
âd-daddyâŠâ
âsorry, what did you say? i donât think he heard you.â he smirks, looking at matt whoâs rolling his eyes. âsay it, ma. what do you call me?â
he spanks you again, and you cry out from the pain. âdaddy!â
âthatâs right, and who makes you feel this way?â
what a douchebag matt thinks, springing his dick from his pants and wrapping his hand around it. heâs looking at how pathetic you look, your mewls of pleasure turning him on. he pumps his hand, moaning lowly.
your sounds get drastically higher once your g-spot is hit, but he smacks your asscheek again. âi will spank you until your ass is numb if you keep ignoring me.â again⊠and again. âwho makes you feel this way?â
you grip onto his biceps, scratching at them. ây-you, daddy. only youâ shit!â you drag on, starting to bounce to the rhythm of his thrusts. youâre so fucking close.
matt whimpers from next to you, biting the collar of his shirt as he grabs your jaw to forcefully look at him. the way his hand is pumping and the muffle of his moans are wanting to send you over the edge.
chris moves his phone to the side to get a better view, trying hard not to get mattâs face in frame. to him, itâll ruin the moment if he sees his brother in the sex tape. this is only for you and him.
âo-open.â matt stutters, his shirt falling from his teeth. you open your mouth, and his cum lands on your tongue. âswallow⊠good girl.â
he continues, âdid you see that, chris? the slut listens to whatever a man says. do you just let random men fuck you? âcause it seems that way.â
tears leak from your eyes, shaking your head with a whine. âiâm gonna cum.â you whisper, mattâs grip on your jaw firmer.
âdo it. cum on my brotherâs cock like the whore you are.â
whimpering, you quiver and spread your fluid down his base. chris moves his phone to where youâre conjoined, your orgasm slowly dripping around him.
chris moans, his thrust becoming sloppy. âdonât you dare cum inside her.â matt warns.
âwouldnât be the first time.â he thrusts up faster to get to his orgasm, the most shit-eating grin on his face. âor the second.â
matt snarls, but chris sighs. âfine.â
he lifts you off of him, shooting his release onto your stomach.
matt lifts you to bend you over the chair. you rut your hips back, not even noticing you did it until he hums of approval from behind you. âi think sheâs needy for more.â
chris smirks. âi think so, too.â
you wince once he starts to push into you, adjusting to his size rather than chrisâ. he starts slow but gradually gets faster. your arousal drips from your pussy, and moans escape from your open mouth.
âfu-uck, baby. please donât s-stop.â you whimper.
your moans turn to yelps the deeper he goes, your walls closing tight around him. in the middle of your moaning mess, a cock fills your mouth.
chrisâ hand grips your hair, him now thrusting into your mouth at the same fast speed mattâs doing. âyouâre getting too loud, ma. donât want the neighbors to hear.â
mattâs hands grip onto your hips, grunting each time you clench. the vibration from your moans flows through chrisâ body, making sure to capture what you look like taking two dicks at once on his phone.
âsweet thing just wants to be used.â he fake pouts. âam i right?â
heâs being a cocky mother fucker, being that he knows you canât respond. you try to respond, but itâs only a gag and gulp.
they know your response anyway, which is: yes.
âiâd say thatâs a yes.â matt says.
drool hangs from your chin, the noises of you sucking chrisâ dick getting more intense. âsheâs close.â matt points out. âsqueezing me like sheâs going to break me in half.â
âi think weâre overstimulating her.â chris grins, taking a piece of your hair and tucking it behind your ear.
each time matt thrusts into you, you choke on chris. youâve never done something like this, but it feels so good. you cross your eyes, cumming down mattâs shaft.
it makes a mess on his and your thighs, the sound of wet skin on wet skin rubs you the right way.
âjust a little more, baby. taking me so well.â matt praises, and you hum at the compliment.
chris tenses in your mouth, pushing your head further down to deepthroat him. âshit.â he curses under his breath. you gag, feeling his cum go down your throat.
some of it spills from the sides of your mouth and he pulls out. your spit mixed with his orgasm dangles on your face. you inhale sharply and cough, but it turns into a soft moan since matt is still fucking into you.
oh, and chris made sure to capture all of that, too.
he lets go of your head, saving the video, and casually picks up his clothes off the floor. your cheek falls to the arm of the couch, the way matt feels making your mind fuzzy.
he groans, leaning so his head rests on your shoulder as he peppers kisses on the bare skin. âi fucking love you.â he says through gritted teeth, pounding himself into you harder.
you whimper. âi love mmâ you too.â
he exhales before painting your walls white, making sure you take it all. you sigh in relief and he pulls out, making sure to clean you up.
you roll over, smiling wide because of the pure ecstasy you just felt yet again. âare you kidding?â matt asks, looking in the direction of the kitchen. you squint your eyes at the figure.
chris is there, fridge open as his finger taps on his chin. âdo you have anything good to eat? iâm always hungry after sex.â
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€joel miller x f!reader x tommy miller
genre: smut, minors dni, no outbreak
word count: 2.7k
summary: joel knows you have a little thing for his younger brother so decides to indulge you for your birthday.
warnings: gonna state this very clearly: joel gets cucked by tommy and watches, everyone is consenting and it's discussed beforehand, piv, dirty talk, possessive!joel, daddy kink, size kink, established relationship between joel and reader, jealousy, some brotherly rivalry, facial, mild degradation kink, creampie
a/n: this work was commissioned through kofi by the lovely @losergurlsstuff, thank you so much for your support and thank you so much for this delicious idea, I had a blast! â€ïžâđ„
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Everything has been amazing since you and Joel started dating. To you, he was perfect. The perfect man. The perfect partner. The perfect person. You are forever grateful to whatever god made your roads cross. You have no idea what youâd be doing without him. Youâve never felt so cared for in your entire life. What he doesnât say with words he shows with what he does and today is no exception.Â
âWhat do you want for your birthday?âÂ
You smile and shake your head, his head is laying right above your stomach, his one hand under your shirt, caressing the warm skin. âI have everything I need.âÂ
âJust tell me.âÂ
âI really donât want anything, Joel. Especially not from you.âÂ
His hand on your skin stills, looking up, you giggle at the way heâs frowning. Shocked.Â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âIt means, you dork,â you lean and brush your lips against his forehead. âThat you already give me everything. Being with you is enough.âÂ
Joelâs eyes narrow. A pleasurable shudder rolls through your spine, you adore it when he looks at you like that. It reminds you of all the times you pushed his buttons, resulting in a delightful time.Â
âI have an idea what you might want.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that mister know-it-all?âÂ
âTommy.âÂ
âWâWhat?â Your heart sinks to your stomach, your palms suddenly cold and sweaty. His younger brotherâs name was the last thing you expected to hear. Joel spreads his fingers across your waist, gently, he squeezes.Â
âItâs aâright, sweetheart. Iâve been thinkinâ about it a lot and well, I think it might be a good gift for your birthday.âÂ
âI donât understand.âÂ
You genuinely donât. Also, heâs been thinking about it? The inside of your stomach feels like lead. Itâs true that once upon a time you thought how it would be with Tommyâbut that was before Joel. And after you two started dating well. . . sure maybe your eyes did linger a bit, maybe you leaned a little too close when he whispered something in your ear during a party. . . You genuinely thought Joel wouldnât notice.Â
âI havenât asked him yet,â he says, thoughtful. âBut I was thinkinâ of indulginâ your curiosities.âÂ
Youâre still not quite sure what he means by that. Your guilt gnaws at the walls of your stomach. Joel gives you everything, yet you make him feel like he doesnât. Your eyes move away, falling to the corner of the wall. You canât bear to look at him. He deserves better.Â
âHey,â he says, hand cupping your jaw and pulling you back. âDonât cry.âÂ
âIâm not crying.âÂ
âYou look like youâre about to,â he cracks a small smile. âI donât mind, darlinâ. Itâs just a fantasy ainât it? I know that youâre mine.âÂ
âI am,â you say tearfully. âI am and always will be.âÂ
âAnd Iâm yours. I just want to spoil you as best as I can, sweetheart. And this seemed doable.âÂ
âWhy do you even think Tommy would agree to this?âÂ
âOh he will,â he says with a grin that makes your cheeks grow warm. âDonât you worry that pretty head of yours.âÂ
You nod but doubt still taints your expression. You donât doubt Joelâs words, but no one can deny that this might be a bit odd. Youâre not entirely sure Tommy will be on board. But you trust Joel, so you donât question it.Â
Despite all the doubt, and tension in your muscles, excitement slowly brews deep within you.Â
âJoel, Iâm not so sure about this.âÂ
His head turns harshly to face his brother. Thereâs no way heâs backing out now, not when they were only inches away from the fucking bedroom door.Â
Then again, he does understand. Heâs ainât stupid. But Joel had seen the way Tommy looked at you, the way his eyes would do a subtle sweep and linger on your ass whenever you walked out of a room. âI ainât gonna suddenly choke you out if thatâs what got your feathers ruffled.âÂ
Tommy shifts from one foot to the other. Joelâs not used to seeing his brother so deep in though. He fears that if he thinks a little harder he might break his brain. With a huff of breath escaping his lips, Joel throws a hand over Tommyâs shoulder and squeezes, drawing his attention.Â
âLook, Iâm gonna tell you the same thing I told her, if at any point you decide you donât wanna do this, just say so and weâll stop. No one is gonna get offended.âÂ
Tommy visibly relaxes at Joelâs words. He nods, lips a tight line. It reminds Joel when he taught him how to ride a bike when they were kids. He had the same expression.
âAâright then, now that thatâs settled, letâs not keep her waitinâ anymore.âÂ
Without warning he opens the door and pushes Tommy in. If it was any other situation Joel wouldâve laughed at the way Tommy tripped over his own feet. But his attention is immediately dragged to the bed youâre perched on. His mouth waters. He knew you were going to get dressed, well undressed in this situation, but he hadnât thought about what you would put on. Joelâs eyes briefly flicker to Tommy, he seems just as in shock. Itâs hard not to be with what youâre wearing.Â
The fabric is a luxurious, deep blue, reminiscent of the darkest hours when the stars come out to play. The material is silky and smooth against the skin, offering a touch of elegance and comfort. And he would know. Itâs his favorite damn set. Shimmering sparkles that adorn the fabric, mimic the stars scattered across the night sky. These sparkles catch the light of the scented candle youâve lit, creating a subtle and enchanting glow.
Joel gradually meets your gaze. As soon as he does he knows youâve done it on purpose. His lips quirk up, amusement growing in his eyes, youâd pay for this little stunt.Â
âWow,â Tommy exhales and takes a step forward. âYou look amazinâ sweetheart.âÂ
You seem a little out of breath already, itâs going to be fun to watch you crumble. Though Joel isnât quite sure how he feels about his brother being the one doing it.Â
âThanks,â you answer, unsure.Â
Thereâs a lingering tension in the air and Joel almost rolls his eyes at them both. Almost.Â
âAâright then,â he pushes Tommy until heâs at the edge of the bed and takes a seat on the chair he brought in this morning. âStop beinâ shy now. Tommy, youâre her gift, are you sure you want to be the person responsible for her havinâ a shit birthday?âÂ
Tommyâs chest raises, âN-No.âÂ
âThen what are you waitinâ for?âÂ
âJesus Joel, itâs not like I'm bringinâ her a new plant, give us a second.âÂ
Joel grins at the way he snaps and Tommy only shakes his head, turning to you and finally focusing on the right thing. You.Â
Tommy tenderly presses both palms on each side of your face, thumbs moving in circles. Your nipples are already hard, he can see them like little diamonds showing up through the fabric. His fingers twitch. Patience isnât something that he has, but heâll try. For you.Â
Your lips part with a soft gasp as Tommy finally brings you in, their lips brushing before full-on pressing against one another. Joel doesnât miss the way your chest heaves. Your hands fist his shirt and Tommy tilts his head in response, Joel hears your little moans, his own cock gradually hardening under his jeans.Â
Fuck, you look too good in that lingerie set. Itâs hard just to sit and watch.Â
âTake off his shirt,â Joel grunts, sounding more cross than he intended. You nod, but not without giving him a wary look first. When Tommyâs shirt hits the floor, the younger Miller roughly grabs your chin and turns your head so youâre facing Joel. His spine straightens.Â
âYou ainât the one givenâ orders,â Tommy says. âIf you want me to make her feel good, youâre goinâ to shut up and watch, understood?âÂ
Joelâs mouth goes dry but he nods anyway. His eyes narrow as Tommyâs smile grows, his hand slips between your legs and begins to stroke you through your panties. Joelâs breath hitches, his gaze landing where you grow wetter and wetter.Â
âWhoâs in charge baby, tell him.âÂ
Your hips grind down to his hand, âYou are.âÂ
âWell that wasnât much of a challenge,â he chuckles, eyes finding Joelâs again. âDonât you think youâre bad girl sayinâ that in front of your daddy?âÂ
Heat rushes to Joelâs cheeks, crimson spreading from his chest to his face. He wasnât expecting Tommy to know that. A tingle he hasnât felt before spreads from the base of his spine. His jealousy is starting to brew, but at the same time, it feels oddly nice to be helpless, even though he knows he isnât.Â
âAnswer my question,â Tommy commands, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âAre you a bad girl?âÂ
âYâYes.âÂ
Your eyes roll when Tommy presses your clit, drawing rough circles, he smiles. âTell your boyfriend whoâs your daddy now?âÂ
Joel holds his breath. Beads of sweat coating his back. âYou are,â he hears you say to Tommy. Thereâs a slight quiver to your bottom lip and every part of him wants to soothe you.Â
But instead, his brother does.Â
Tommy sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and kisses your deeply, his hands caressing the contour of your body.Â
âDonât worry,â Tommy says. âDaddy is goinâ to take care of you.âÂ
Youâre about to lose your mind. Your body is a flame and with each devastating snap of Tommyâs hips, your mouth drops open with a guttural moan. Youâve always assumed heâd be a gentle lover. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that Joelâs presence might be a solid reason why heâs tearing you and building you up over and over again.Â
He positioned you so youâre staring at nothing else but Joel, you see how hard he is under his pants, the outline of his cock visible and making you gush all over Tommyâs cock. You want him in your mouth so bad but you know this isnât that kind of game. Joelâs eyes follow the sway of your breasts, your bra ripped from you a while ago. You were completely naked except for your pantiesâJoelâs favorite and now Tommy is fucking you in it.Â
Tommy reaches forward and grabs your throat, pulling you up so more of your chest is exposed. His cock is bigger than you imagined, nearly big as Joel. He pounds into you mercilessly, his length stretching you every day, reminding you whose cock is tearing you apart.Â
âDoes it turn you on that heâs watchinâ how wet youâre gettinâ my dick sweetheart?â With his question another fresh wave of slick drips out of you, tears build in your eyes, your insides left throbbing. His hips stutter, going balls deep, breath catching in his throat. âFuck. Joel, sheâs soakedâ does she ever get this wet for you?âÂ
ââCourse she does,â he grunts, crossing his arms. You canât tell if heâs upset or not, but the fact that Tommy doesn't have a broken nose already must be a good sign.Â
Tommy leans into your ear, loud enough for Joel to hear. âBet the old man canât fuck you as well as I do.âÂ
You donât answer. You canât. Both of them are so good at this, and your head is in shambles.Â
Tommy suddenly stops, and youâre a brink away from breaking down. A whine tears away from your lips. He releases your neck, you fall forward, only upright thanks to his hands holding your arms. âAnswer me.âÂ
âYouâre making me feel so good,â you say instead and thankfully, he doesnât try to gauge a different response. His cock pulses, making you believe that was all he wanted to hear. Joel observes the two of you carefully.Â
âSay it again baby, tell him how well daddyâs taking care of you.âÂ
âDaddyâs taking care of me,â you slur as his pace begins to pick up again. Each thrust makes you squeeze his cock like a vice. Liquid heat drops down your spine, your stomach clenching as he edges you closer and closer to your downfall. âJâJoel,â you call out without much thought and his dark gaze meets your own. âHe feels so good.âÂ
âOh fuckââ Tommy chokes and swiftly pulls out, prompting you to let out a disappointed whine. âShit, baby, Iâm gonnaâ fuckâ bring your face hereââÂ
The back of Tommyâs head falls against the headboard and you quickly hurry towards him, your glistening cunt now in perfect view. You hear Joel taking in a sharp exhale. You part your lips, dipping down to take Tommy into your mouth but he stops it, holding you by the nape. âIâm gonna ruin that pretty face of yours,â he groans, forcing you down so your cheek would be pressed right below his pelvis. He starts stroking himself, fucking into his fist, and the sight is so beautiful that you lick one of his balls into your mouth, his back arches.Â
Suddenly, he grips you even tighter and starts moaning loudly in harsh gasps, his hips thrusting uncontrollably against your face. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of you. You can feel him pulsing against your skin. You moan in response, feeling the rush of excitement as you open your mouth wider to take it all in.
âTommy, please,â you breathe out, your eyes locked with his as he releases a stream on your face, covering your cheeks and lips with his release. You can feel yourself growing even more aroused as he continues to stroke himself, coating your face with his warm come. You whimper, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a final raspy breath.
âFuck, baby,â he breathes out, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stares at you, your face damp and covered in his release. âYou look so beautiful like this.â
You can feel your cheeks heating up, the intimate moment causing your heart to race in your chest. Tommy reaches out, gently wiping some of the come off of your face with his thumb before bringing it to your lips, letting you taste yourself.
âFuck,â Tommy murmurs, his breaths coming out in short pants. He pulls you up to him, his lips crashing onto yours in a fierce kiss. However, while youâre lost in his mouth, you donât realize the bed dipping with an added weight. You hear a clink of a belt and suddenly Joel is buried deep between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit. You gasp against Tommyâs mouth, the sensations becoming almost too much to handle.
âYou didnât make her come, idiot,â he groans, fucking himself into your deeper and deeper. Your eyes roll, your lips parting an inch away from Tommyâs face. Joel sinks his teeth into your neck, hips rutting into you without leaving you. His other hand playing with the elastic of your panties, you break down around him, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. âMine,â he growls, acting as if the two of you are alone. âMine, mine, mineââÂ
Joel spills into you with a deep and visceral groan. Thereâs so much, his cock twitching and pulsing as he forces himself even deeper, claiming you as his. Doing something Tommy isnât allowed to do. You shiver all over, your body weak with pleasure.Â
He trickles down the inside of your thighs as he pulls out, falling back to his knees. You collapse onto Tommyâs chest and youâre surprised when you feel his hand on your neck, rubbing soothingly over your warm skin.Â
Joel leaves a trail of kisses down your spine, âYou were amazinâ, honey.âÂ
âSuch a good girl,â Tommy murmurs, though both of their voices feel as if itâs coming from a distance. Your eyes flutter closed, exhaustion taking hold of you. âLetâs get her cleaned up and tuck her in.âÂ
Joel presses his mouth against you one last time before heading to the bathroom.Â
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a wedding and an unexpected meeting â han jisung.
àšà§â đčâ âșăbest man!han x fem!reader (she/her pronouns).
SUMMARY: ăyou caught his attention during the wedding ceremony and after that, he couldnât stop thinking about you.
GENRE & WARNING/S:ă fluff, strangers-to-lovers, han and readerâs characters are inspired by charles and carrie, han is smitten, skz members that were mentioned and the reader are in their late 20s, alcohol consumption, swearing, a few paragraphs of kissing, inaccurate description of places maybe? semi-proofread, lmk if i missed one.
WORD COUNT: ă4.1k
àšà§â đčâ âșăinspired by four weddings and a funeral, if you havenât watched it then you should! also note that the places mentioned are inaccurate, so please donât mind everything. dedicating this to @starseungs for surviving a bad week and to han for it is his birthday today !! donât forget to reblog and leave feedback.
âDonât be such a doofus! Go and talk to her!â Jisung heard Hyunjin say after he kept banging his head on the pole of a random tent at the reception.Â
Heâs been greeting everyone and received congratulatory messages that would later be relayed to his brother. With all smiles and handshakes, the draining social interactions, and trying to keep up with the conversation, Jisung just wanted to have his forehead get struck by the pole but then, the âyouâ situation happened. It created this burning urge inside of him that he wanted to make a move yet your presence being his top priority, he couldnât move at all.Â
âWhat if she wonât like me?â Jisung answered with doubt in his voice as he looked at Hyunjin worriedly. âIâm such an awkward person! You know I never approached someone before!â He added, grabbing Hyunjinâs collar making the latter almost spill his glass of champagne.Â
âThe woman wonât eat you alive Han! Man up.â Hyunjin groaned, trying to get his friendâs grip off from his expensive suit.Â
âEasy for you to say! Youâre handsome and people would swoon over you. I am surprised that youâre still single in your late 20s.â Jisung retorted as Hyunjin glared at him and sighed.Â
âSo what?â Hyunjin argued, rolling his eyes in annoyance.Â
âAre you sure you wonât use your face to get laid tonight?â He asked with those eyes filled with sadness for his dear friend.Â
âI donât give a fuck about dating and leave my hopeless romantic ass alone so go ahead and make yourself useful or something!â Hyunjin shooed as he pushed Jisung away from him. The younger boy scoffed at him while fixing his white blazer and went ahead.Â
âSuch a waste of potential!â Jisung told him but Hyunjin just turned his back away and left the pole.Â
It is indeed a special day for everyone in the reception but to Jisung, itâs not just his older brotherâs wedding day. He stood at the altar as one of his brotherâs best men as the bride glided gracefully through the aisle way back at the church two hours ago. You stood from one of the benches after the maids of honor, wearing that beige dress to match the motif. Jisung saw you there, all beautiful and elegant, a gorgeous creature he had never seen before. Itâs not safe to say that it was love at first sight but he was captured by your bewitching presence. He stood there with confidence in the hope that youâd notice him too. Maybe not, for you didnât know who he was.Â
He asked for your name after the wedding ceremony but no one knew as you were new in town. You were clinging to your only friend at the venue, Jeongin whom you shared classes with when you were in college, and yet, he was out there hanging out with his other friends leaving you alone by the fountain. No hard feelings, aside from him, you were there for the bride.Â
âY/N! Iâm so happy you could make it.â The bride beamed as she approached you with a hug.Â
âPleasure to be here. I canât miss your wedding.â You smiled at her. âCongratulations on another chapter in your life!âÂ
Jisung stopped in his tracks as he stood two meters away from where you and the bride were having a conversation. He was drawn into how soft-spoken you were and the way you laugh is so elegant and classy. He also finds your smile pretty and the way you keep a pleasing eye contact with the bride somewhat makes him want to experience from you as well. A short exchange of words is not your best feature when it comes to socializing but having to understand the fact that youâre not the only guest around is acceptable and it wasnât long after that the bride left for another guest to entertain as you sat down on the rim of the fountain, sipping on your glass of wine while enjoying the busy sight of people sharing gossip and laughs.Â
It was his chance but shame and being bashful made him turn his back on you when the bride left as his heart started to beat faster than normal when he knew he was done waiting for you two to finish. It was crazy how his heart wouldnât stop jumping as if it was going to rip his chest to get out from the excitement he felt the moment he laid eyes on you back at the church. He doesnât know what to say to start a conversation and he hates himself for wasting minutes while you sit there, so beautiful in his eyes. But not until you noticed him being uneasy.Â
You werenât dense not to notice him ever since the wedding march started. His eyes were on you instead of the bride but you pretended not to put much thought into it because maybe he was looking at someone else. Another guest went to you and told you about a guy asking for your name but he was called by Jeongin (surprisingly) even before you could say your name. He was also going to approach you first but the bride beat him to it and when it was his turn, he couldnât move, instead, you could see the shape of his back from where you were sitting. And thatâs when you were sure, it was you he was interested about.Â
âYou know, youâll never get the girl if you stay still on your spot.â You said making him flinch in response and slowly turning around to face you.Â
âH-Hi?â Jisung greeted you with that sheepish smile of his as you stood up from the rim and walked toward him.Â
âHi.â You smiled and oh boy, he was smitten. It was like having to see an angel amid a large crowd.Â
âIâm sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable, Iâm not a creep or anything. Iâm justăŒâ Jisung said, waving his hands in front of you implying that he has nothing but good intentions.Â
âNo, no, I totally understand.â You said cutting him off and offering your hand for a shake. âIâm Y/F/N (your full name), the brideâs college roommate and you are?âÂ
âJisung, but everyone calls me Han. Iâm the younger brother of the groom.â He said, shaking your hand and it was so soft that he didnât want to let go. âNice to meet you.âÂ
âNice to meet you too, Han.â You smiled at him.Â
He is cuteăŒthat you admităŒhe also stood out from everyone else as he wore that white blazer among the four other best men his brother had recruited. His long black locks were styled neatly with a bit of his bangs sprayed still on the sides of his face, a white polo shirt inside that white blazer, a cream-colored tie around his collar, the black slacks, and the shoes, he looked neat and attractive. Han didnât want to leave a bad impression when this day ends and Hyunjin was right, he needed to man up to finally be able to get himself useful to society and flirt. He canât blame the poor man for not having a lot of experience when it comes to finding a partner, and so do you.Â
Despite his feeling of shame and you, not loving to interact with strangers, you are thankful that he came by albeit there was a long pause between you and him. To be honest with yourself, you didnât know how to start a conversation either but Han most definitely caught your attention as well and youâre happy about it. The loneliness faded into thin air as his smile brought color into your gloomy and colorless solo flight.Â
Maybe it was fate that brought the two of you together in the same place at the same event. The sounds of people coming and going, their conversations, the laughter, and the wind were making the atmosphere somewhat entertaining to listen to. Jeongin was talking with his old friends, and Hyunjin was with them. Everyone is busy with their bubbles leaving you and Han together.Â
âSo uhm, do you know anyone around here?â He asked you, finally breaking the ice.Â
âApart from the bride, thereâs Jeongin.â You said pointing at your dear friend using your glass of wine.Â
âOh, youâre with Jeongin? Iâm sorry!â He said, upon realizing you mustâve been taken and mentally wanting to slap him square on the face.Â
âNo!â You giggled. âI mean, not in that kind of relationship. We shared classes in college with the bride so weâre pretty close. Weâre just friends and I came here with him.â You reassured as Jisung sighed in relief. âYou know him?â You asked.Â
âYeah, heâs a family friend and a business partner. I thought you were together.â He blurted out making you laugh.Â
âOh, but itâs not that.â You smiled, taking a glance at Jeongin from afar. âActually, it has been a while since the last time we saw each other since he started working and Iâm on break from my masters.â You added.Â
âMasters?â He asked, feeling intrigued.Â
âYeah, Liberal Arts in a university in (country).â You answered, sipping a few amounts of wine.
âWow! Youâre amazing. So youâre new in town?â Jisung mustâve been entertained in this conversation as he kept getting interested. With such beauty that also possesses a great mind, he is never going to turn his back away from this.Â
âWell, you could say that because I have never been outside of Seoul before. Itâs my first time to be here in Chuncheon.â You said as Jisung nodded thinking it might be a good chance to know you more.Â
âWell, I could show you aroundăŒI meanâŠâ Jisung wanted to slap himself for being direct and let the ground eat him because of embarrassment but he only earned another laugh from you which made it more degrading but endearing at the same time for he finds it cute. âI mean, if youâre not going to leave for Seoul or if you still have time before your break ends. I swear, nothing creepy though. I mean⊠uhm⊠itâs just thatâŠwell fuck.â He stammered with a flustered look on his face.Â
âI get it, Han.â You giggled at his cuteness making him red as his hands got shaky and cold. âIâll be back in Seoul by Friday afternoon so that gives you a day left to show me around.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
You know it wasnât right to trust a stranger at first hello but the thing with Han Jisung is just so shielded. Heâs the cute guy you met at the wedding and finally pursued a conversation. Not only that, he made a subtle way to ask you out and you answered. Even him got surprised. He wasnât expecting youâd be up to it immediately. Thereâs nothing suspicious about those round eyes and cute cheeks with all the stammering and awkwardness.Â
âYeah.â You said. It seemed like you were desperate too but itâs been lonely since you arrived yesterday. Jeongin was with his friends and only accompanied you to dinner because you were too shy to go along with the other guests staying at the same hotel. âBut I have to leave in a few minutes since I need to submit some paperwork to my professor before the deadline tonight.âÂ
âWhere are you staying? I can walk you there or give you a rideăŒâ
âItâs fine Han, Iâm just at the bride and groomâs hotel until Friday after lunchtime. How about you?âÂ
âWell, theyâre planning to have a yacht party tonight so Iâll be there with my friends and newlyweds of course.â He answered as you gave him a nod.Â
âI hope youâll have fun later.â You smile at him as you take a glance at your wristwatch.Â
âThanks.â He said as he noticed you looking at the time. âIs it okay if I walk you back to your hotel?â He asked as you look at him again.Â
âWouldnât your brother and friends look for you?â You asked him.
âThey wouldnât. They know I donât like big crowds and my friend just shooed me away before I came to you.â He said making you laugh again in response and place your empty glass of wine on the waiterâs glass tray who happened to walk by.Â
âThat wouldnât be a problem.â You said.Â
âLead the way!â He beamed.Â
You knew you had a lot to talk about while you were on your way to the hotel not far from the reception. It was a breezy afternoon and the sun was almost at its peak to welcome the night sky. Han is sure to have a lot of things to share as you listen to him. A long exchange of words happened and it is quite entertaining knowing that you (surprisingly) have a lot in common. He is the type of guy to smile a lot and gets really hyped when excited. You, on the other hand, got smitten with him and found it cute. The jokes he said and the laughs youâve shared, heâs funny without making any effort.Â
When it was your turn to say something about yourself, it came out to be unexpected with all the things you carried from the moment you met Jeongin and the bride. You made him laugh out of your clumsiness, for being forgetful nowadays because you get busy. After all, he can totally relate and tell you he would always carry a piece of paper and a pen with him despite having a notes app on his phone. The story of you being single for a while after a nameless, stupid, irrational guy dumped you during the anniversary of your university way back in college and how flings donât work on you because the guys you tried to date were all fuckers. Jisung wanted to be different.Â
It wasnât the wine that you had earlier but minute by minute that you spent with him, Jisung became more handsome in your eyes. You could listen to his voice all day without getting tired of it and the fact that he also mentioned that he sings, made your heart leap even more. He came out to be somewhat nerdy but in an acceptable way and he is thankful for letting him talk about a lot of things without getting bored of him. The anxiousness of having a stranger beside you just vanished as you became comfortable with his presence yet you know that heâs not a stranger anymore but a new person you decided to open the door to your life even if itâs just for a short while.Â
âWell, this is me.â You said as you both stopped at the entrance of the hotel.Â
âIt was nice spending some time with you Y/N.â He smiled despite the feeling of sadness he had inside because he didnât want it to end.Â
âThank you for keeping me company, Han.â You smiled back and he knew he had to leave in a few minutes for the party tonight.Â
âNot a problem actually but uhmâŠâ He paused. âMay I ask you out tomorrow? I mean, you mentioned youâre not so familiar with Chuncheon so maybe I can show you around? If that conversation and agreement is still valid of course! I mean, I wonât take it to heart if youâre notăŒâ He stopped when he felt your lips on his cheek making him turn red.Â
âYou may.â You smiled at him as he was utterly speechless.Â
âS-so, uhm⊠will 9 or 10 in the morning tomorrow?â He asked, feeling bashful as ever.Â
â9 am would be great. Good night, Han.âÂ
âGood night.â He said.Â
And with you disappearing across the double doors of the hotelâs entrance Jisung almost passed out. His heart was going crazy again but good for him, he finally asked you out. He may want to thank Hyunjin for shooing him away earlier just to get to you but for now, he wanted to keep it sane for himself and let the excitement burst later when heâs alone. A big and cheeky smile is plastered on his face as he takes his way back to the reception to meet his friends so he can get a ride to the yacht party later.Â
âWhere have you been?â Thatâs what Changbin asked the moment he arrived, still having that lovesick smile on his face earning a disgusted look from his friends.Â
âYeah, did you finally get laid?â Hyunjin smirked making him slap his arm in response as the smile faded and turned into an annoyed one.Â
âWith whom?â Jeongin asked, feeling intrigued.Â
âOh shut up you three.â Jisung sighs. âI met a girl, talked to her, walked her back to the hotel, and asked her out.â He said.Â
âFinally! You made yourself useful for once, Han.â Hyunjin clapped. âIs it the girl in a beige dress?â He asked as Changbin and Jeongin raised a brow.Â
âYep,â Jisung smiled. âThank you for leaving Y/N alone earlier, Jeongin, I owe you one.â He added, taking the younger oneâs hands and shaking them violently.Â
âYou were with Y/N?â Jeongin gasped despite his disbelief.Â
âWho?â Changbin asked, feeling completely out of place.Â
âNone of your goddamn business. Iâm taking her out tomorrow and perhaps, show her around Chuncheon so you three can go hiking without me. Ha!â Jisung exclaimed and made his way to the car, dancing in joy. The three of his friends looked at each other in amusement and later shrugged the thoughts off to move to the next venue.Â
It was already dark when they left the reception after getting everyoneâs attention to announce that to those who wanted to attend the after-party at the yacht by the coast. Changbin was driving as Hyunjin and Jeongin were talking. Jisung was surprisingly quiet despite his excitement earlier and he was beating himself upăŒthinking about giving up the after-party to get back to the hotelăŒhe couldnât wait to spend the day tomorrow and he could only decide to meet you halfway from his next destination. Itâd be stupid if heâd ask Changbin to stop the car and make an excuse for having an upset stomach when in fact he walked out of the car and went back to the hotel. Hyunjin wasnât convinced about Jisung being a pathological liar but they let him go anyway.Â
Jisung didnât get scared of the dark when he decided to leave and went straight to your hotel when all of the guests were heading to the yacht. You stayed behind because of the commitment to your masters and you didnât want to fail. Jisung asked the front desk about your room being out of breath because of the running as you typed into your laptop by the windowsill, trying to get a nice view of this foreign place. You werenât expecting any unexpected things to happen tonight aside from submitting paperwork not until you heard a knock outside your door. The laptop is soon left unattended on your couch as you make your way to the door and take a peek from the small hole. It was him.
âHan?â You asked, immediately after opening the door for him.Â
He was still wearing his suit and was about to knock again. It looks like he was hesitating to get here but there was this unspoken spark and excitement in his eyes that he could not hold it in thatâs why he ended up here. Also, he canât get you out of his mind and seems to have a lot to say to you albeit in the conversation you had this afternoon. Being frozen on his spot, he couldnât construct the words into sentences the moment you opened the door and just stared at you, thinking what he should say or just let his lips crash onto yours because of his goddamn feelings. He admits, he was curious and drawn into you the time he laid his eyes on you and now heâs here trying to make up the time he wasted after saying good night.Â
âHan, what are you doing here?â You asked. âI thought you were going to the after-party.âÂ
âChanged my mind on my halfway there.â He said. âWell, I know I said Iâll be here tomorrow by 9 but I just couldnât wait.âÂ
âWhat?â You asked again, confused but you couldnât lie to yourself that you feel the same even though you just met hours ago.Â
âY/N.â He called as he locked eyes with you and there he realized it was indeed love at first sight. âFuck.â He hissed, feeling his lips onto yours.Â
It was unexpected but without hesitation, you returned the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him inside while he closed the door from behind. His kisses were desperate and longing at first filled with unspoken words as they became tender and exploratory with a hint of excitement and commitment. Your eyes shut at the slam of your lips together, the taste of wine and champagne getting mixed lingered upon the kiss. It was sweet as your lips molded together, feeling each otherâs hot breaths at the tip of your noses as it got deeper.Â
Your hands reached for his neat hair which was now messy and disheveled as your fingers played with the long strands of his black locks. He snaked his one hand around your waist to pull you closer to his body and let you melt against his kisses while the other hand was placed on your jaw to feel it better. The kiss is tempting and hot. It wasnât like the kisses you felt before from the guys you allegedly dated, not even close to your first kiss when you were in middle school. Jisungâs kiss is so different as you feel sincerity and fondness. You didnât want to break it, you wanted to feel a little bit more.Â
Jisung doesnât want to stop either but the fact that kissing someone he just met is a bold and shameful move. He loved your lips at first taste and now youâre getting pinned against your door hearing a loud thud as he continued to move his lips on yours. You hugged him again as he placed his knee between your legs so you couldnât escape and you didnât have the intention to. He could feel how eager you were that it made him smirk against your lips and he couldnât stop himself from it.Â
Your hands reached for his collar to pull him closer to yours to feel more although you know itâs not right for you to be this desperate. I didnât matter anymore. The years of not being able to be kissed properly are something that you donât deserve and now Jisung is the very first one to make your heart flutter like butterflies, you canât just let him go after this. He also knew you felt the same the moment you got struck like lightning by his frantic kiss. Again, it doesnât matter. You want him too, thatâs all you both need to know.Â
âI want to be with you,â He said, slightly pulling away from your lips upon trying to catch his breath. You locked eyes with him again as you placed a soft kiss on his lips before smiling at him.Â
âIsnât it weird that I want to be with you too?â You asked him as he chuckled in response.Â
âNo, itâs not.â He said. âDid I interrupt something before IâŠâÂ
âNo,â You said cheekily and kissed him again. âAre you staying for the night?âÂ
âIf Iâm allowed to?â He answered between the kisses.
âYou may.â You answered before pulling away. âBut what about the party?âÂ
âI canât go now that weâre doing this.â He giggled. âLet me stay here for a while. I mean my room is just above this floor so Iâll take some clothes and we can spend the rest of the night together and go on a date tomorrow like we agreedâŠ?â He added as he caressed your cheek, still keeping that eye contact with you.Â
âSure, letâs do that.â You said as he gave you a forehead kiss before excusing himself to go to his room, leaving you all hot and a blushing mess. Meanwhile, he was out there by the hallway dancing while humming his favorite tune and being all smiley about what just happened.Â
It is indeed a special day, a wedding, and an unexpected meeting.
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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 21
Word Count- 8.4k
Warnings- UNEDITED SUE ME- It's 4 AM and Iâve been working on this for the past 5 hours. Swearing, blood, stabbing, reader threatening to off herself with a spoon (idk man), death of a background character, Klaus, Stefan.
âAHHHH,â A loud scream escapes my mouth and I grab the closest thing to me and throw it.
âIâm happy to see you as well, Y/n.â
Elijah?
 I blink rapidly as I try to calm my racing heart. I stare wide-eyed at the suited Original before me, and he smiles back at me. His eyes drop momentarily and something shifts in his gaze.
âMaybe you should change, and then weâll discuss it, " Elijah says, turning to my desk and sitting in my chair as if he owned the place.
I frown in confusion at what he meant but as I glance down at the bright pink towel that is covering my wet body I freeze.
 âOh my god!â
I tighten my grip on my towel and run towards my closet. I squeeze into my tiny closet and shut the door. As Iâm trying my hardest to put any clothing on my body, I swear I can hear Elijah laugh to himself from outside the door.Â
As soon as I think my body is covered I take a deep breath. Elijah is in my bedroom. ELIJAH IS IN MY BEDROOM.
Deep breaths Y/n.
I release a shaky breath and open my closet door. I can feel my heart practically jump out of my chest when I lock eyes with Elijah as he smiles softly at me. His gaze drifts down and his soft smile turns into a shit-eating grin.Â
âIs that so, Elskan,â Elijah asks me with humor in his voice and I frown.
âWhat?â
Elijah doesnât say anything but he nods towards my shirt. I donât understand whatâs funny until I realize what shirt Iâm wearing.Â
âOh, youâve got to be kidding me,â I say as I glance down at the shirt Theo bought for me for my birthday. The shirt that says, in big bold letters âSay Perhaps to Drugs.â
âI donât do drugs,â I exclaim and then gesture to the door, âMy brother got this for me and I knew Iâd never wear it so I put it in the back of my closet but it was dark in there and so I mustâve just grabbed this.â
Elijah and I stared at each other for a moment after I got done rambling. Elijah seems to be finding everything incredibly entertaining though as his smile hasnât dropped this entire time.
âArenât you supposed to be dead,â I blurt out and his smile drops for a second but returns a moment later.
âIâve been dead for a millennium, Elskan,â Elijah retorts and I glare at him.
Elijah clears his throat and straightens out his suit jacket, âYouâre⊠acquaintance Damon took the dagger out of me. Iâm to meet him tomorrow morning.â
My eyebrows furrow, âDemon, helped you? I didnât know he was capable of that?â
Elijah releases a sigh, âYou are not the only one.â
I stare at the Original in front of me, well more like ogle. Not much has changed since the last time I saw him, heâs still got his god-like bone structure, expensive-ass clothing, and beautiful dark eyes. What has changed though is the new haircut, instead of the middle part, heâs now sporting a somewhat spiky shorter hairdo. And it pisses me off just how good he makes it look.Â
âYou got a haircut,â I state the obvious as I sit on the edge of my bed.Â
âUm,â I watch as Elijah fixes a stray hair of his, âI just had it done, itâs something different,â I have to bite back a smile at Elijahâs sudden awkwardness.Â
âI like it,â I blurt out and Elijah instantly looks up at me.Â
âYou do?â
The smile I was holding back peeks through at the look on his face. Elijah has the same look on his that a dog has when you wave a tennis ball in front of its face.Â
âI mean the middle part was nice, but you have the facial structure to pull this off too, so you know,â I gesture to his cheekbones and can feel my face warming up.Â
âMy facial structure,â Elijah questions and I want to die in a hole when I see his smirk.
I glare at Elijah and he smiles and then glances down at the book in his hands. When I realize heâs holding Fifty Shades of Grey my eyes widen.
âHow did you get that?!â
Elijah glances up at me and smirks again, âI believe you just threw it at me.â
My eyes widen as I realize that the book is what I threw at him when I came into the room.Â
âSo this is the literature that you were telling me about?â
My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water at Elijahâs questions.Â
âThatâs not mine.â
Elijah raises an eyebrow, âItâs not?â
I shake my head, walk over to him, and reach out my hand for him to give me the book, âNope. Just holding it for a friend.â
Elijah stares up at me with a smile and I feel a twisting in my stomach at the bright look in his eyes.
âHave you read it then?â
My face seems to be getting hotter at his question and I quickly shake my head, âNope. Have you?â
Elijah places the book in the palm of my hand and I clutch it to my chest.Â
âI prefer the real thing.â
I release an abnormal sound at his comment and feel my heart stop.
âThe real thing?â
Elijah smirks so hard that a small dimple is shown on his cheek, âYou know, real literature. Not that,â He gestures to the book with his hand, âthing.â
]I release a deep breath, âOh.â
Elijah nods his head and then raises an eyebrow at me, âWhat did you think I was talking about?â
I squint my eyes at him and then shake my head rapidly, âSame thing as you. Exactly the same thing. Um,â At the knowing look on Elijahâs face, I fight back a growl.Â
âHow did you get in my house,â I ask, trying to change the subject.Â
Elijah seems to realize this as he lets out a small breathy laugh, âYour mother, is quite the inviting woman. I told her I was writing my book about Mystic Falls and that I was working on a chapter about people whoâve moved to Mystic Falls and she was quite excited to tell me her story.â
At the mention of my mother, a dark feeling washes over me and I clench my fists.Â
âElskan? Is everything alright?â
I rub my shoulder and nod my head, âPeachy. Also, why are you here,â I turn to face him and he looks at me wearily.Â
âIâve been gone quite a while. Not that I wanted to be, for the record. I know that my brother has been in town and I wanted toâŠneeded to make sure youâre okay.â
My eyebrows furrow as he watches me.Â
âIâm fine, Elijah.â
âYou donât look fine, Y/n,â Elijah stands up and fixes his suit.
âOuch,â I bite out sarcastically.
Elijah shoots me a look and shakes his head, âThat is not what I mean, Elskan. There will never be a day in my immortality that I think you look anything other than ethereal, but⊠itâs in your eyes. Before I left you, you had a softer look in your eyes. But now⊠Iâm not sure, but I know something has changed. Whatâs happened since Iâve been gone, Y/n?â
Whatâs happened since Elijah was daggered in front of me? WellâŠ
I became besties with a vampire who was hired by his brother to stalk me.Â
I got shot.Â
Found out my dad, isnât my dad.
Moved out and moved in with Damon, who is kind of one of my closest friends now.
I keep having tiny heart attacks.
My brother knows about the supernatural.Â
I got kidnapped by Stefan and was saved by his brother.
Klaus. In general. Klaus kissing me. Yup.
âUm⊠not much. You know, average Mystic Falls stuff.â
Elijah still stares at me like he doesnât believe me, âY/n-â
âHave you seen your brother yet?â
Elijah quickly stops his talking at my interruption and his upper lip twitches.
âMomentarily.â
I blow out a breath at his lack of answer and sit in the chair he was once sitting in.Â
âIâm going to guess that you two didnât hug it out?â
Elijah walks over to my bookshelf and runs a finger over the spines of a few of my books.Â
âMy brother is not someone Iâd like to discuss right now. Or really at any time.â
âThen what do you want to discuss,â I question as I lean back into my chair.Â
Elijah turns back to glance at me, âYou. Iâll always want to discuss you.â
I roll my eyes at the comment, âNothing is interesting about me to talk about.â
Elijah walks over to me and leans against my desk. Our knees are touching and it seems to be the only thing I can focus on. I look up to Elijah and it seems Iâm not the only one. Elijahâs eyes go from our touching knees to looking down at me.
âI find that incredibly doubtful, Elskan.â
I let out a light scoff but canât stop the smile that makes its way onto my face as I look at the man. He looks back at me but this time his attention is on my lips and I swear I can see a hint of pink gracing his cheeks.Â
âWhat do you want to know?ââ
Elijah quickly clears his throat and glances up to meet my eyes, âI know you have a younger brother, Theodore, how is your relationship with him?â
At the mention of Theoâs legal name I let out a laugh, âDonât let him hear you calling him that. ButâŠTheoâs,â I stop and smile when I think of my annoying little brother, âHeâs my everything. Donât tell him I said that or itâll go right to his head, and he doesnât need anything else to build his ego. But⊠before when I didnât have any friends and was pretty much alone,â I stop and clear my throat, âTheo was the only one who grounded me. He didnât care that I was a loser, it didnât stop him from protecting me from bullies at school or sitting with me at lunch when I had no one else. Heâs my buddy and best friend.â
Elijah smiles softly at me and nods his head, âIâll have to remember to thank him for protecting you.â
I quickly shake my head, âPlease donât. Big ego and all that.â
Elijah laughs and I feel that weird turning in my stomach.Â
âOh! Speaking of siblings, I met your sister.â
At the mention of Rebekah, Elijah furrows his brows, âYouâve met Rebekah?â
I nod, âYa. SheâsâŠsomething.â
Elijah shoots me a look and I continue, âWell, sheâs nothing like you. Iâd definitely say sheâs more like Klaus. But unlike Klaus, sheâs⊠I donât know. Before Elena daggered her I could have seen myself being friends with her.â
âYes, my little sister is quite the character,â Elijah frowns and narrows his eyes at me, âYou said, unlike my brother⊠since Iâve been gone, have you and him,â Elijah picks at an invisible piece of lint on his shoulder, âdiscussed much?â
At the mention of Klaus, I go still.
âY/n?â
I look up to Elijah who is eyeing me wearily, âMe and Klaus? I mean Klaus! Because there is no me and Klaus! Itâs just Klaus!â
Elijahâs eyes narrow even more and I look away and glance at my hands.Â
âI mean he hasnât killed me so thatâs something,â I say casually trying to cover up the mess I just spilled out.Â
I hear Elijah let out a growl and he grabs my chin to make me look up to him, âTell me now, Y/n. Has my brother done anything to harm you? If he has I swear to whatever Gods are out there I will-â
âDude chill,â I move my face out of his hand and stand up.
âKlaus hasnât hurt me,â I think about my friends, âAt least not physically. Him torturing my friends has been kind of emotionally draining. But, no. Klaus, heâs been a nuisance but heâs not been horrible.â
Elijah and I watch each other, well more like I watch him and he accesses me.Â
âYouâre being truthful with me, right Elskan?â
I nod my head and let out a dramatic yawn, âYup, totally. God, what is the time? Iâm pooped.â
Elijah shoots me a look and then rolls his eyes dramatically.
I raise an eyebrow at him and smirk, âIf you keep rolling your eyes like that, youâre going to start looking like me.â
Elijah's tense shoulders loosen and he smiles at me and gestures to my bed, âHow tragic that would be. Lay down, Elskan.â
I raise an eyebrow and laugh, âWhy? Are you going to tuck me in and read me a bedtime story?â
Elijah walks over to me so heâs about a foot away from me, âI donât see why not. Youâve got plenty of literature for me to read to you,â He looks back to Fifty Shades which is still sitting on my desk.Â
âI would rather die,â I blurt out.Â
Elijah laughs and picks up the edge of my comforter. He gestures for me to lay down and I bite back a smile as I do.Â
I get under the covers and Elijah places the comforter back down. We stare at each other for a moment before Elijah leans down. I suck in a breath and close my eyes. When I feel Elijahâs lips place a kiss on my temple I let out a sigh.Â
âGoodnight, Elskan. Iâll be seeing you very soon.â
â-
My fatherâs in transition.
I stare blankly at the text from Caroline as I read it over and over again.Â
Excuse me?
Meredith Fell gave him blood and he died with it in his system.Â
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Ok. Should I meet you at the hospital? I can leave now????
I stare at the three dots as I wait for Caroline to finish typing. After what seems like forever I finally get a response.Â
No. Elena is on her way. Just wanted to keep you updated.Â
As soon as I read the text I pull out Elenaâs contact and type out a message.
WHAT THE HELL????!!! Who killed Carolineâs dad?????
Weâre not sure yet. There is someone going around killing council members. Sheriff Forbes said they were killed with one of the stakes from Ricâs collection. Iâll update you later. Stay safe<3
I sit on the edge of my bed, mouth wide open as I stare at the bomb drop that is this text message. Does Mystic Falls have a serial killer? What the fuck am I thinking?! Of course, it does, because what else could be more fucked up about this god-forsaken town!??Â
I throw my phone on my nightstand and run across the hall to Theoâs room. I throw open his door and my little brother lets out a squeal.
âJesus woman! Knock first! I couldâve been indecent,â Theo says as he tightens his silk robe around himself dramatically.Â
âWhen have you ever been decent in the first place,â I place my hand on my hip and glare at him.
Theo gives me an offended look.
âAlso, Mystic Falls now has a serial killer,â I drop the bomb and Theo blinks at me for a few moments.
âRepeat that one more time for me,â He gestures to his right ear.
âSerial. Killer. Mystic. Falls. Stay. Inside.â
Theo nods for a moment before turning around and running towards his phone, âLeave now woman, I must tell my precious baby boy about this.â
I roll my eyes and watch as my pathetic brother dials up Jeremyâs phone number.
âYouâre welcome.â
â
For the rest of the afternoon, I tried to do anything to keep me busy. I tried painting, but couldnât paint anything. I tried reading, but couldnât focus on the words. I even tried yoga, and now I have pains in my lower back.Â
To say I pretty much jumped when my phone finally rang is an understatement.
âHello! Whatâs going on!?â
âWoah, Pukey. Glad to know youâre finally excited to hear from me,â Demonâs sarcastic voice comes through on the other end.Â
âYouâre not who I was hoping it would be,â I groan.
âAnd who were you hoping? A certain Original maybe? Not sure which one you were hoping for though. We need to have another movie night so you can update me on your latest conquest.â
âWhat the hell are you gabbing about now, Demon?â
âOh you know, a certain suited Original. Or maybe his younger brother who just happened to save your life the other night. Just between us girls, which one is currently tickling your fancy?â
I tighten my grip on my phone, âIâm hanging up.â
âWait! I have a favor to ask,â Damon stops me from ending the call.
I sigh, âWhat is it now?â
âI need you to get yourself all dolled up and make your way to the big bad wolfâs house at 8.â
At the idea of seeing Klaus, I freeze up.
âPukey?â
I shake my head, âThatâs not happening, Damon. Deal with him on your own.â
âY/n, come on. Help a friend out.â
âWeâre not friends,â I retort.
âLovers?â
âIâll kill you in your sleep.â
âI just love your dirty talk. It amazes me how youâre still single,â Damonâs sarcastic response has my upper lip twitching.Â
âIâll help you stab Stefan with a fork if you come.â
I look back to my closet, âEight, you said?â
âÂ
I let out the biggest sigh possible as I stared at the huge mansion in front of me. I then groan when the fabric of my short dress rides its way up my thighs.Â
After I got off the phone with Damon I went to my closet to find something to wear. I then realized that the only nice clothing I had was the clothes that Alastair bought for me. And as much as I hate saying it, he does have pretty good taste in fashion.Â
As I try to pull down the short hem of my black lace dress though, Iâm not realizing he isnât the best at guessing womenâs sizes. Every time I pull my dress down so I cover half my thigh, the tiny spaghetti straps holding the dress up pull down farther to give an ample view of my chest. Fantastic.Â
I make my way up the stairs and I just have to keep reminding myself that Iâll get to stab Stefan. When I reach the huge front door I let out a deep breath and knock on it with my shaking hand.Â
Not even a moment later a blonde woman in a gold dress answers the door, âCan I help you?â
I stare at her confused, âUm, Iâm here for a dinner party?â
The woman stares at me blankly and nods her head, âOf course. Right this way,â she says to me in a monotone voice, and Iâve concluded that sheâs most likely been compelled.
The blonde woman leads me through the house and into a large room where Damon, Elijah, Klaus, and Not-Yoda are conversing. Theyâve all noticed my arrival now but I just stare at Damon hoping heâll take the lead on this one.Â
âThereâs my girl,â Damon loudly says as he hops up the steps to me and reaches out his arm for me to take, âI was wondering what was taking you so long.â
I shoot Damon a questioning look at his odd behavior but as I look at the other three menâs surprised faces Iâm concluding that they didnât know I was coming.Â
âElskan, IâŠ,â Elijah stares at me as his eyes move quickly over me and I bite my lip in embarrassment.Â
âIâm sorry for crashing your party,â I gesture towards the door, âIâm just going to leave.â
âWait,â Elijah calls after me and I watch as he climbs the steps to where Damon and I are standing, âPlease, join us.â
I look down at Elijah who has his hand raised for me to take, then to Damon who has a smirk on his face, then to Stefan who looks like heâd rather be anywhere but here, and then to Klaus. The hybrid is sitting in a chair closest to the wall, from his casual posture someone would think heâs in a good mood but as he raises a glass of red liquid to his lips, but as his dark blue eyes meet mine, I can see the dark fire burning underneath his surface.Â
And thatâs when I realize, Elijah may want me here, but his younger brother certainly doesnât.Â
 âY/n?â
I look away from Klaus and back to Elijah who is looking at me expectantly.Â
âUm, ya. If thatâs alright with you,â I take my arm out of Damonâs and place my left hand into Elijahâs. He slightly tugs me away from Damon with a smile on his face. But as I come almost chest to chest with him his smile drops and dark looks cover his face. A sick feeling builds in my stomach as Elijah drops my hand and grabs my shoulder. I frown, in confusion, but when his thumb grazes my gunshot scar I tense up.
âWhat happened here,â Elijahâs usually light voice drops into something that makes me want to crawl into a ball and hide. When I look up at him though, I realize he wasnât asking me, instead he was asking the other men in the room.Â
Elijahâs hand hasnât left its position on my shoulder as he glares at the three men in the room.Â
âI suggest one of you answer me, now.â
âShe was shot,â Damon answers for the other two men.Â
Elijahâs thumb stops its grazing and his gaze goes from my scar to Damon.Â
âWho did it?â
At Elijahâs harsh tone, Damon shoots me a look and I shrug.Â
âIt was an accident,â Damon tries to joke.Â
Elijah doesn't seem to find it funny though as a low growl escapes him, making me flinch back.Â
âBrother,â Klaus practically growls at his older brother.Â
Elijahâs gaze quickly turns to me and his dark look drops as soon as he makes eye contact with me.Â
âElskan,â Elijah takes a step towards me and I take a step back towards Damon.Â
The look of utter heartbreak on Elijahâs face makes something deep inside me break as he lowers his hand that is outstretched for me.Â
âCan we just get this dinner over with,â Stefan interrupts us with his annoyed tone.Â
I turn my gaze to the asshole but can still feel Elijahâs eyes on me.Â
âThat would be great,â Damon says and slowly gestures for me to go in front of him.Â
I nod and start to walk towards the table when I realize there are only four chairs.Â
âOh.â
âHere let me, Elskan,â Elijah quickly says and goes to the edge of the room grabs a chair, and places it at the table. He stands behind it and gestures for me to sit down. I smile at him and nod in thanks. This seems to bring back his mood as his eyes lighten at my acknowledgment.Â
After I sit down, Elijah seats himself in the chair to my right. I then look to my left and realize that Klaus is seated right beside me.Â
A girl dressed in the same gold one as before places a plate and silverware in front of me but almost all of my attention is on Klaus. Who seems to not even care to recognize my existence. I mean why should I care though? Right?
â
âYou lost your appetite. Eat,â Klaus Says to Stefan who is sitting directly across from us.
 Damon chastises his little brother, âI thought we agreed to leave the grumpy Stefan at home.â
I roll my eyes as I pick at the mashed potatoes on my plate. Weâve been sitting for maybe 5 minutes and yet Stefan has already found a way to ruin the night.Â
Stefan gives his brother and Klaus a fake smile before picking at the food on his plate.
âThatâs the spirit,â Klaus smirks.Â
âWine, Miss?â
I turn my shoulder to one of the waitresses who is holding out a bottle of wine. I shake my head.
âNo, thank you. I donât drink.â
The girl nods her head and then walks over to Klaus and offers him wine.
âYou donât drink?â
My attention turns to Elijah who is leaning towards me with an interested look on his face.
I shake my head, âIâm not 21.â
Elijah smiles at me, âI know that. But, if you wanted some, Iâm sure no one here would tell the authorities.â
I look at the glass of wine in front of Klaus and a wave of nausea rolls through me, âNo. Iâm good with my water. Thanks,â I smile and hope he drops the subject.Â
Thankfully Klaus loves hearing himself speak.Â
âIsnât this nice,â He asks us, âThe five of us dining together. Such a treat. Is this what you had in mind when you pulled the dagger out of my brother?â
I let out a low breath and sip my water as I watch the men in front of me start their little war.Â
âWell, I know what he felt about you, so I figured, the moreâŠthe merrier,â Damon smirks and winks at Elija, and I shake my head. This guy really needs to realize he canât keep picking fights with men 10 times his age.Â
âWell,â Klaus responds, âElijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the centuries, but we always make it through.â
âKind of like, uh, you and Rebekah, right,â Stefan joins in and I set down my water, âWhere is she, by the way? Last I checked, she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her.â
âIf youâre referring to the fact that Rebekah knows I killed our mother Iâve already come clean to Elijah.â
Klausâ words have me glancing at Elijah. Although his face appears nonchalant I watch as his fingers tightly grip the glass heâs holding. It doesnât take him but a moment to notice my staring and he shoots me a small smile.Â
âHey, Stef, remember when you killed Dad? Might want to dial down the judgment till dessert,â Damon remarks to his brother, and my eyebrows raise.Â
âOh, so hurting people you supposedly care about is something youâve been doing for over a century now,â I smile snarkily at the vampire who glares at me, âAnd here I thought it was only something you did to your girlfriend, and friends.â
Stefan goes to say something but I clear my throat and raise a hand stopping him, âMy apologies,â I place a hand to my chest, âI meant ex-girlfriend.â
I hear Klaus snort into his drink from beside me and I jolt when I feel his hand grip my thigh and squeeze it.Â
âI fear I mightâve missed some things,â Elijah shoots me a look with a sly smile.Â
Klaus still has his hand gripping my thigh so focusing is starting to become hard.
âYes, youâve missed my brother burning all the bridges he once had,â Damon responds and then takes a sip of his wine.
âKind of like the bridge he tried driving me and his EX-girlfriend off of,â I respond casually and I feel Klaus squeeze my thigh again.
âYou did what,â Elijahâs voice comes out low and I look over to see him glaring at Stefan, the latter who is trying his hardest not to make eye contact with the Original.Â
âOoookay. Weâre here to make a deal, gentlemen. Not kill each other,â Damon tries to clear the air.Â
âMight want to remind your brother that,â I bite out and match Elijahâs glare.
Damon shoots me a look and I roll my eyes.Â
âWe have a long evening ahead of us,â Damon continues, âPace yourselves.â
â-
âWhere is the lovely Elena tonight,â Elijah asks at the table and I glance at my phone hoping to get a message from anyone. But frown when I see only one text notification from Theo asking how to cook instant noodles. I donât respond.Â
âI donât know. Ask Damon,â Stefan says and Klaus and I both laugh.Â
âIâd say to ask your little girlfriend over here,â Damon points to me and I stare wide-eyed at him. I feel Klausâ hand tighten around my thigh.Â
âIâm sorry,â Klaus looks over to his brother, âyouâve missed so much. Ah, trouble in paradise.â
âOne more word about Elena and this dinner is over,â Stefan gazes at everyone at the table and I roll my eyes.
âAnd here I thought you were melodramatic when you were off blood,â I stare blankly at the vampire across from me who stares back at me.Â
âI never understood why Elena was friends with you,â Stefan responds.
âAnd what is that supposed to mean,â I lean forward and glare at him.
Stefan shrugs and leans back, âI just mean that all of her other friends arenât fragile like you. Physically and emotionally. I mean youâve had to realize that youâre always the last one to find out about things going on. It's because youâre nothing but a liability.â
I stare at Stefan and for a moment Iâm right back to the scared little girl who would puke at the first sign of danger. Because heâs right. I am a liability. Thereâs nothing special about me. Iâm just some weak human that no one wants around because they know Iâll just get hurt. Or throw up.Â
Iâm still sitting silent when I hear Elijahâs chair push backward. But before he can do anything Stefan is being dragged out of his chair by the next by Klaus.Â
âLet me make one thing perfectly clear old friend,â Klaus brings Stefan up to his face as Klaus growls down to him, âIf I catch you even looking in Y/nâs direction one more time tonight, coffin or no coffin, I will rip you apart. Limb by bloody limb, and feed your body parts to your brother,â Klaus grips Stefanâs throat tighter to the point where I think heâs going to kill him, âHave I made myself clear?â
I watch in shock, along with Elijah and Damon who appear to be the same as Stefan nods to Klaus.Â
âWords, Stefan,â Klaus growls.
âI wonât look at her,â Stefan chokes out.
In a second Stefan is being dropped to the ground and Klaus is walking back over to his seat as if nothing happened.Â
âPerfect,â Klaus smirks, âShall we continue?â
I stare wide-eyed at the hybrid next to me, but he doesnât look over at me.
I look over to Elijah who sits back in his seat, but his gaze is on his brother. A look I canât quite distinguish is on his face.Â
âAlrightâŠletâs keep Elena and Y/n, in the âDo Not Discussâ pile,â Damon says.Â
The other men nod their heads but a chuckle from Klaus has me sighing.Â
âItâs just the allure of the Petrova Doppelganger is still so strong,â Klaus says and a wave of jealously washes over me.Â
âWhat do you say, brother? Should we tell them about Tatia,â Klaus turns to his brother who lets out a sigh.Â
Elijah shakes his head, âNow why should we discuss matters long since resolved?â
I furrow my brows at Elijahâs comment.
âWell, given their shared affection for both Elena and Katerina I think our guests might be curious to learn about the originator of the Petrova line.ââ
I take a long sip of my water and start to regret not getting that glass of wine when I had the chance.
âWell, weâre not going anywhere Elijah. Please, do tell,â Damon says.
âPlease, donât,â I whisper under my breath and feel Klausâ hand squeeze my thigh again.Â
âWhen our family first settled here there was a girl named Tatia. She was an exquisite beauty. Every boy of age desired to be her suitor. Even though sheâd had a child by another man. And none loved her more than Niklaus,â Elijah says, and that wave of jealousy from before builds.Â
âOh, Iâd say there was one who loved her at least as much,â Klaus says thoughtfully and I roll my shoulders in annoyance.Â
âWait a minute,â Stefan cuts in, âyou both loved the same girl?â
I place my right hand on my thigh and tighten it into a fist as I stare at Stefan. Iâm about to break skin when a hand pulls my fingers apart and intertwines its fingers with my own.Â
I look up at Elijah who is already staring at me with a worried look.Â
I have one left thigh being grabbed by Klaus and my right hand intertwined with Elijah. What the actual fuck is going on right now?
Elijah squeezes my hand before continuing, âOur mother was a very powerful witch. She sought to end our feud with Tatia and so she took her. And Klaus and I would later learn that it was Tatiaâs blood that we consumed in the wine on the night where our mother performed the spell which turned us into vampires.â
I release a small gasp and squeeze Elijahâs hand in comfort. What kind of mother would do that to her children?
âTatia wouldnât make a decision between the two of us so for a time, Niklaus and I grew estranged. Harsh words were traded. We even came to blows, didnât we, brother?â
âBut in the end, we recognized the sacred bond of family,â Klaus responds.
âFamily aboveâŠall,â Elijah finishes.
Each brother uses their free hand to cheer their drinks together, and at the same time, I feel Klaus tighten his hold on my thigh and Elijah squeezes my hand.Â
What the fuck.
â-Â
âSo why donât we move this evening along and discuss the terms of this proposal,â Elijah asks the Salvawhore brothers.
âWell,â Damon starts, âItâs very simple. Klaus gets his coffins back. In exchange, he and the Original extended family leave Mystic Falls forever. Me, Stefan, Elena, and Pukey, live happily ever afterâŠno grudges.â
At the thought of never seeing ElijahâŠor Klaus again a weird feeling washes through me.Â
âMost of the deal sounds fair, brother,â Elijah says.Â
âI donât think you understand,â Klaus responds, âElenaâs Doppelganger blood ensures that I will always have more hybrids to fight those that oppose me. I will never leave her behind.â
Klaus stands up, and I can finally release a breath as his warm hand is gone from my thigh.
âLetâs say I do leave her here under your protection, what then? How long before one of you turns her into a vampire? Or worse, how long before she dies caught between your feuding, you see each one of you truly believes that youâre the one that can protect her. And that is simply a delusion. GentlemenâŠthe worst thing for Elena Gilbert isâŠthe two of you.â
I try not to agree with Klausâ words but heâs kind of right.
âIâm gonna get some air,â Damon says and gets up from the table.Â
Elijah squeezes my hand before standing up, âLet me deal with this,â He says before following Damon. Which I find quite odd.Â
âAll this talk has made me thirsty,â Klaus says as he leans on the top of his chair.Â
âWhat do you say, Stefan,â Klaus gestures to one of the servers, âCan I interest you in a little after-dinner drink?â
Within in split second Klaus is biting into the poor womanâs neck and I flinch backward. I quickly stand up from my chair and away from Klaus. I watch in horror as Klaus drains the young woman.
âKlaus, stop! Youâre going to kill her,â I try to beg him but he doesnât spare me a glance as he drops the poor girl's body down on the ground. I rush over to her to check for a pulse but feel tears rush to my eyes when I feel nothing.Â
âOh come on, Princess,â I feel Klaus touch my shoulder and I flinch away from him. Something shifts in his face at my movement but quickly morphs back into his sarcastic smirk, âGet off the floor, itâs dirty. Youâll ruin the pretty dress of yours.â
âDonât touch me,â I look up at him and growl.
âWell, you two will make a happy couple,â Stefan remarks as he stands up from his chair.
Klausâ attention goes from me to Stefan as he glares at him.
âI guess the only reason agreed to this evening, Klaus is to drive a wedge between me and my brother,â Stefan says as he walks over to Klaus.Â
I wipe the hair away from the poor girlâs face and then stand up, distancing myself from the two men.Â
âOh no, youâre doing that well enough on your own. Because of Elena, youâre going to lose your brother and youâll only have yourself to blame,â Klaus says.
âWhat do you say, Klaus? Itâs time for you to put something on the table. Weâve made our offer, now you counterâ Damon enters the room again followed by Elijah. The latterâs attention goes to me and a worried expression comes over his face as he rushes over to me.Â
Elijah raises his hands and wipes away tears from my face, âWhat happened? Are you hurt?â
I donât say anything as I look over at the dead girl on the floor. I hear Elijah take a deep sigh as he looks at her and then he gestures to someone behind us. Right after two waiters walk over to her body and pick her up off the floor.
I watch wordlessly as they take her lifeless body out of the room.Â
âIâm sorry you had to see that, Elskan. My brother shouldnât have done that in front of you.â
âHe shouldnât have done it at all,â I bite out quietly.Â
âItâs ironic,â Stefanâs voice pulls all of our attention as he gestures to Klaus and then Elijah, âYou talk about how Damon and I are causing a rift between ourselves because of Elena when you and Elijah are clearly doing the same.â
I frown as Stefan looks over to Klaus and then over to me and Elijah. I frown in confusion.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, Stefan. Once again your bloodlust has made you irrational,â Klaus responds sarcastically but his voice is deeper than before and I feel Elijah pull me behind him.Â
âDonât play dumb Klaus,â Stefan smirks snarkily at the Orignal, âI know what she is to you. And from the way Elijah hangs onto every word she says as if sheâs the only thing in this world that exists to him, Iâm going to take a wild guess and say sheâs the same thing to him. So tell me, which of us is truly going to be torn away from our brother?â
I stared confused at the men in front of me.
âElijah, what is he talking about?â
I walk next to Elijah but he wonât look down at me, âItâs nothing, Y/n. Ignore him. Mr. Salvatore, donât you think youâve had enough to drink tonight?â
At Elijahâs equally dark tone, I get even more confused.Â
âWill someone just tell me what the hell is going on?!â
Stefan finally looks over to me and I see Elijah start to move in front of me again but I push him back, âDonât.â
âMr. Salvatore if you continue, I will rip your head from your shoulders,â Elijah threatens Stefan.Â
âLetâs go back to the negotiating shall we,â Klaus interrupts and I shoot him a glare.
âFuck no! I swear to god if someone doesn't start giving me answers soon Iâm going to kill myself in front of you all right now to change the trajectories of ALL your lives,â I yell out and move towards the table and grab a knife. Shit. Not a knife, a spoon.
âStefan,â I turn and glare at the vampire who watches me with a raised eyebrow, âSpill it.â
âStefan if you do I swear to-â Klaus begins and I hold the spoon up to my neck and glare at him. He just looks at me like Iâm a nuisance.Â
âShut it, dog!â
âBrother, maybe this is something that should be held off for another time,â Damon chimes in from the background.
âYou shut it too, Manwhore,â I glare at Damon who raises his hands in surrender.Â
âElskan,â Elijah says and I look over to see him walking towards me and I glare at him, âLet us finish dinner, and then I give you my word that we will discuss this.â
I shake my head at his words, âNo. Youâll just come up with another excuse or youâll say again that I canât know just yet. And Iâm sick of it! Iâm not some liability, compared to what everyone thinks! I can handle whatever you throw at me.â
Elijah sends me a sad look that pisses me off, âI know, Y/n. No more of that, I promise you.â
I stare at him for a moment before turning towards Klaus who is glaring at his older brother, âBrother, you canât be serious?!â
âNiklaus she deserves to know,â Elijah says and Klaus opens his mouth to begin to argue.
âScrew this,â I hear Stefan say, âY/n, youâre their soulmate. Which is a supernatural phenomenon that only happens to a few supernaturals.â
âFuck,â I hear Elijah mutter under his breath.
I loud growl escapes Klaus as he rushes over to Stefan and grabs him by the throat.Â
âIâm sorry, what,â I release a laugh at the absurdity that is that answer.Â
All the men turn to look at me and I place the spoon back on the table.Â
âThatâs a ridiculous answer, Stefan, thanks for the laugh but now the adults are talking,â I turn back to Elijah, âSo youâll tell me after dinner?â
Elijah stands there silently, as he just blinks at me with his mouth slightly open.Â
I raise an eyebrow at him and then turn to Klaus, âWhatâs wrong with him?â
Klaus drops Stefan and then looks at Elijah and then at me. He opens his mouth and then closes it again.
âHow about we discuss this after dinner,â Klaus asks and I sigh but nod my head.Â
âIf you donât keep your word, Iâm daggering you myself,â I turn back and glare at Elijah who blinks at me again.Â
âAlright then,â Klaus starts, âI offer Elenaâs future happiness. You see what she needs right now is to be rid of you lot and to fall in love with a human. Maybe that nice football player. You know the blonde one.â
âMatt Donovan? Really,â Damon asks disgustedly.Â
âYa, why not? Theyâll marry, live a long fruitful life and pop out a perfect family.â
âAnd continue the Petrova bloodline,â Stefan concludes, âEvery few hundred years youâll have a new Doppelganger to drain and never run out of hybrids, right, Klaus?â
âConsider it a small return on my investment in her well-being. See, after you hand me back the coffin. Iâll ensure her safety for the rest of her natural life. You know it's whatâs best for her. So⊠What do you say, Stefan,â Klaus walks over to the younger vampire, âDo we have a deal?â
Stefan meets Klaus in the middle and goes to shake Klausâ hand.
âNice try, Klaus. But no deal,â Stefan says, and within a second Klaus is breaking Stefanâs hand and legs. And then brings his hand to the flames of the fireplace.Â
Damon begins to run to help his brother but Elijah easily grabs him by the throat and holds him to the wall. All I do though I stand by the table and drink my water.Â
âNow bring me my coffin before I burn him alive,â Klaus says to Damon who finally relents.Â
âGo with him, brother. You keep him honest. When you return I will make good on my promise to you and I will hand over our family,â Klaus says to Elijah who gives me a quick glance before following behind Damon.
With a sigh, I sit down at the table again sip my water, and pick at the leftover corn. Behind me, Klaus is still threatening and burning Stefan but I honestly donât give a damn. He needs to be brought down a peg. WaitâŠ
âKlaus,â I turn in my chair and the hybrid looks over to me.
âWhat is it, love? Iâm kind of in the middle of something here,â He gestures to Stefan and I shrug.Â
âWhile youâve got him down there,â I stand up and sneakily grab the carving knife off the table, âDamon promised me I could have something if I came tonight. And since he; 's currently gone I was hoping you could help me,â I send him a sickly sweet smile and something shifts in his face and his smile matches mine.
âI donât see why I canât,â Klaus smirks and I practically skip over to the two men.Â
When I get in front of Stefan who looks up at me with a glare, I lean down to meet eye level with him. At the same time, I see Klaus tighten his hold on Stefan. I look up at the hybrid but heâs already watching me with an intense gaze.Â
âI thought we were friends Stefan. I told you things about myself that I donât tell many people. And you know what you did,â I fake a frown and lean closer into the vampire, âYou threatened my little brother and tried to drown me. So fuck you,â Right when I say the last words I take the knife that is in my hands and plunge it into Stefanâs stomach.Â
Stefan drops to the ground in pain and Klaus lets him. That red-hot anger I felt those weeks ago returns as I watch Stefan try to pry the bloody knife out of his stomach.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever been more attracted to a woman more, in my entire life, Astin Min.â
Klausâ words shock me out of my trance and I look up to see him staring down at me with an undistinguishable look.Â
Klaus raises his hand and wipes a finger across my cheek. When he brings his finger back the tip of it is covered in blood, Stefanâs blood.Â
I watch almost entranced as Klaus locks eyes with me as he brings his finger to his lips and sucks the blood off his finger.Â
âWhatâs going on here,â Elijahâs voice has me quickly stepping away from both of the men.
Elijahâs eyes trail over me and stop at my hands which I can see now are covered in blood.Â
âDamon said I could do it,â I quickly point at the vampire standing next to him who shoots me a glare.Â
âWhy havenât you left,â Klaus asks his brother as a waitress enters the room carrying a serving tray.Â
Elijahâs narrowed eyes leave mine to move to his brother, âWell, where are your manners, brother? You forgot dessert?â
I hope itâs a strawberry shortcake!
Elijah rips a blanket off of the tray to reveal two daggers. Damnit.Â
âWhat have you done,â Klaus takes a step back.Â
âWhat have you done,â Elijaah retorts, âSee, Iâve learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. Weâre doing this on my terms now.â
Why was that kind of attractive? No, Y/n. Stop it!
All of a sudden a young attractive man enters the room behind Elijah and Klaus.
âKol,â Klaus exclaims.
âLong time, brother,â âKolâ Responds.
Klaus backs away shaking his head and the scared look on his face makes me feel sick. Klaus goes to escape but a man with long brown hair stops him.
âFinn, donât!â
âFinnâ stabs Klaus right in his hand and I take a step forward. Within a second though my view is being blocked by Elijah.Â
âStay back,â Elijah softly whispers to me and reaches a hand behind him for me to take. I look at my shaking bloody hand and intertwine it with his.Â
Klaus speeds towards the other exit but Rebekah comes into view.Â
âRebekah,â Klaus exclaims right when his sister stabs him in the stomach.Â
âI canât watch,â I lean into Elijah and he pulls me into him hiding my face into his neck.
âThis is for our mother,â I hear Rebekah say.Â
âYouâre free to go,â Elijah's chest rumbles as he speaks. I look up at him and he glances down at me and uses his hand to brush away the hair on my face.Â
âYou can stay or leave,â He whispers down to me and I turn to see everyone in the room staring at me now.Â
âAh, Elijah! Youâve finally met your soulmate,â Kol smirks as he takes a step towards us and Elijah lets out a low growl, âCongrats brother.â
At Kolâs words, I frown, âElijah? What is he talking about?â
âKol, you daft idiot,â Rebekah screeches, âShe doesnât know sheâs Nikâs soulmate yet!â
âNikâs soulmate? No, sheâs quite clearly Elijahâs,â Kol gestures to how Elijah is holding on to me.Â
Rebekah, Kol, and the other sibling, Finn, all stare at me with confused looks on their faces before Kol breaks out into a loud laugh.Â
âBloody hell! You poor girl,â Kol stares wide-eyed at me and then at Elijah and Klaus, the latter who watches his younger brother with a glare, âYou got sacked with both of them. Didnât you?â
I stare at the young man in front of me and can start to feel myself shake, âElijah whatâs happening?â
âIâll explain everything, Elskan. Let the Salvatores take you home and I swear to you I will explain it all,â Elijah says and I release a shaky breath as I nod at his words.
Elijah presses a kiss to my temple before nodding to Damon, who quickly comes and grabs my upper arm.Â
âMr. Salvatore, I promise you if anything happens to her while in your careâŠâ
Damon quickly nods his head, âI got it. Come on, Pukey. Letâs go home.â
The last thing I see before I exit the room is the pain-stricken eyes of the Original hybrid.
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Please Accept My Apology
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: After three days spent trying to convince the BAU that they had made a mistake, Spencer Reid shows up at your door to offer his apology.
Warnings: enemies to lovers, smut 18+ minors dni, slight age gap, penetrative sex, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, hints of bdsm, implied creampie etc.
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You never thought you'd ever see the inside of an interrogation room before this week. Now you didn't think you'd ever see the outside of it.
âY/N, you're brother ran from law enforcement multiple times, if you know where he is you need to tell us or you'll be charged with accessory to murder and kidnapping after the fact. Is that what you want?â
âOf course it isn't what I want, but I already told you I can't fucking help you!â
You paced in the boxed room, feeling closed in and hot.
Your brother - your innocent brother - was the key suspect in a series of child abductions and murders, and as he'd ran from law enforcement multiple times, they'd dragged you into the police precinct to try to track him down.
For the last three days, you'd been stuck sitting at that table across from Doctor Spencer Reid, waiting for the worst news of your life, because you knew it was coming.
âHe's not a murderer. He's mentally ill, but he wouldn't hurt anyone. I keep telling you that, why won't you believe me?â
âA lot of loved ones protest a suspect's innocence, right down to the last second.â You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from the depth of your chest.
âMy brother is schizophrenic. He was violent before, sure, he had outbursts. But he has been monitoring his meds for the last three years perfectly. He has a job, he has a son. He would not hurt those kids.â
You had always looked up to your elder brother, even through the tough years.
He'd inherited both your fathers drinking problem and your mother's mental illness, each demon feeding the other until he had a breakdown at age 19.
You were only 17 yourself, but with no one else to hold him accountable, you'd been there. You'd checked him into a facility, you drove him to each of his doctor's appointments when he was clean. You'd been around for each sober anniversary, for each birthday and holiday and celebration that he'd made it one more year without falling into himself.
He'd reciprocated by being the most reliable man you knew. He helped put you through college when he was stable enough, he'd managed to work his way up in the ranks at his construction job. He had a beautiful wife (currently in another interrogation room with another agent) and the cutest little boy.
He'd promised you that your family struggles would end with the two of you. You'd promised each other to take care of each others families if anything happened to them in the future, and while you currently had no family to speak of, you sure as hell were going to make sure that your nephew never wanted for anything in his life.
Your brother wasn't a murderer, and you had proof enough.
âYou know, you haven't asked me yet why I think he's innocent.â You took your seat again, and gathered your hands together on the table, leaning in closer to the agent in front of you.
You watched him think for a second, then mirror your pose, leaning in just as close, eyes locked with yours.
You'd talked about a lot of things these past three days, and you got the idea that he was a bit of a jackass. If not a jackass, then at least big-headed; he'd practically shouted his title of Doctor at you as he'd walked in, and made sure to correct you every time you'd called him agent or sir.
You kept doing it just to piss him off eventually.
âIt's denial, Miss Y/L/N. You don't want to see the signs you'd ignored for that lingered, so you beg and protest and plead, hoping that eventually you'll turn out to be correct.â His voice was low, but you caught every word.
âWhile I am sure you know what you're talking about Agent Reid, that is not why I'm here still. I'm not being charged with a crime, and I've been here much longer than 24 hours. I'm free to go at any point, but I'm sticking around here, lawyer free, because I want to watch your face when you realise you'd been wrong this entire time.â
He shifted uncomfortably and you smiled, happy to get under his skin once again.
âOkay, Miss Y/L/N. What makes you so sure your brother is innocent?â
âYour profile.â His eyes slightly widened at that, and you basked in it, leaning back and waiting for him to take the bait as the tide turned in your conversation.
âWe profiled that our unsub would be late 20s to early 30s, probably a family man who'd likely been abused as a child. The profile also suggested he may have had a psychotic break recently, likely as a result of coming off his meds. Your brother fits the profile, Y/N.â
He'd dug his own grave, and you were happy to see him getting ready to sleep in it too.
âNo, he doesn't, Agent.â
A tense silence passed between you, and you knew his gaze was fixed on you. You let your eyes dart elsewhere, rolling down his body to his hands. They were totally still of course, but you could see how tense he was by the way he pushed them flat against the table, almost as if he were trying to ground himself, finding reassurance in the pressure.
âHow does he not fit the profile?â His brows were knitted together, and his expression was one of annoyance now.
No matter how much you had shouted or let out your frustrations these past few days, he'd kept a placid look of sympathy plastered across his features. He hadn't listened, or even suggested he'd wanted to, assuming your brother was guilty.
Now he was annoyed, as if he had the right.
âDespite what your records supposedly tell you, my brother is not off his meds.â
âMiss Y/L/N, we know that your brother did not refill his prescription three months ago, and that he looked into some clinical trials in the metropolitan area and was rejected.â
âCongratulations for having 50% of the facts. My brother wasn't rejected from those trials, he withdrew because they changed the terms. They wanted to study my nephew as well to see if they could predict where hereditary cases of Schizophrenia would manifest.â
You leaned in again now, enjoying watching the thoughts rush through Spencer Reid's head once again.
âHis health insurance had some issues after the withdrawal, so his prescription couldn't be filled until next week, but my brother always had six months of pills delivered.â
You watched the realisation come crashing down on the agent in front of you, though he was doing a good job of keeping himself out together.
It was time to end this conversation.
âTo take part in the clinical trial, he needed to stop taking his regular medication for two weeks. Meaning he has two more weeks of his regular medication. I watched him take it Monday morning, right about when your second kidnapping occurred. My sister-in-law will confirm.â
He stood from his chair slowly and nodded at you, making his way to the door.
âAnd Agent Reid?â You said making sure to hold his attention one last time before he could leave. âIf anything happens to my brother, I will hold you responsible.â
He slipped from the room without another word, and you relaxed into the chair, letting your eyes fall shut as you waited patiently.
Xxx
It was another week before your brother was totally cleared. He'd turned himself into law enforcement the same day you'd forced the BAU to reevaluate their profile, and both he and his wife had cracked up your story.
With nothing else to distract them, you'd been happily informed that they'd caught the actual perpetrator, and saved another victim.
You were back at home now, trying to relax, to get back on track.
You knew by the knock on the door that you weren't going to get back to your normal routine just yet.
âAgent Reid, I wasn't expecting you.â He was there at your door, and you had to brush off a wave of annoyance, forcing yourself not to slam the thing in his goddamn face.
âIt's Doctor Reid. You know that, though.â He mumbled the words, jaw tense as he heaved out a sigh, trying to get to his point but being distracted by your prickly words.
âI came to talk. May I come inside?â
âWe talked for three days straight, Doc. What else could we possibly need to discuss?â You made sure to block the door with your body, one arm resting on the doorframe as you leant across it, the other holding the door tightly next to you.
You thought he'd get the idea, tuck his tail between his legs, and swiftly leave you alone, but you were sadly mistaken.
Instead his eyes raked over your body as you put it on display, curiously exploring every inch you put in his eyeline.
âMay I come in?â He repeated, eyes still trailing down your body. If it weren't for the heat building inside of you, you'd have slammed the door in his face. A moment's hesitation was all you got instead, as he locked eyes with you again, and you reluctantly moved an inch to the side.
You stayed there in the doorway even as he entered, his body brushing against yours almost intimately for the second, his hand faintly tracing over your hip as he stepped inside, watching you all the time.
Needing desperately to gain your composure back, you jumped into asking questions. âYou're in now. What do you want?â
âI wanted to apologise.â He hadn't moved far into the apartment, and you realised aa soon as you turned away from locking the door, overestimating his distance. You spun right into his arms, one of his palms coming to your waist to steady you as the other steadied the two of you against the wall.
âAnd whatever would the wonderful Doctor Reid need to apologise for?â
Your words were venomous, but the heat in them rose from somewhere deeper than the acid in your stomach, somewhere more fiery than the burning sensation at the back of your throat.
âI'm trying to do the right thing here, Y/N.â
âAfter a week of doing the wrong thing, Spencer, I'm not sure you're fully capable of that.â
His brows furrowed as he pouted, and you hated his proximity, both too close and too far at the same time. You wanted to run him apart, and then delicately sew him back together.
âI was doing my job.â
âYou almost got my brother killed.â
âI'm sorry.â He heaved out an exasperated breath with the words, body relaxing and pushing your back fully against the wall. His eyes widened, and you could tell that he hadn't meant to move you in that way, but you just stared at him still, eyes flicking down to his lips with every intrusive thought.
This was how close you needed him.
âI don't give a shit if you're sorry.â You meant the words to be harsh a warning, but you hadn't realised your heartbeat bursting from your throat, your breathy gasps for air making it sound more erotic than angry.
He blinked once, then twice, slowly as if he was a scientist observing an experiment, not wanting to take his eyes off of it until he was certain something wouldn't happen.
âYou're enjoying this.â
âI'm not.â
âYour heart rate is at 127 bpm, your pupils are dilated, your breathing is shallow. You're enjoying this. Why?â
His hands didn't let up, even as he shot out his words, brows furrowing further as you resisted the urge to push him away.
It was more comfortable keeping him close.
âI told you I am not enjoying this. You're just too close.â
âSo, you're having a physical reaction to me?â He asked, almost quizzically. You had expected to hear a triumphant smirk or something in his voice, but he seemed genuinely curious.
âFor God's sake, Spencer, yes. Yes, you're close and it's making me uncomfortable. You spent three days making me feel uncomfortable, and now you've come back for round two, are you happy now?â
âYou're not uncomfortable,â he shot out again, almost as if he couldn't stop the words from spilling out. âYou're aroused.â
âKnow it all.â He laughed at that, and you could feel the heat in your cheeks. You weren't sure what the hell was going on with your body, because you'd spent the week despising the man in front of you, but now a simple hand on your wrist and a laugh had you blushing like a schoolgirl.
âSo what if I am aroused? You're touching me, you have me pinned against the wall, really this is your fault, Agent.â
âIt's Doctor, but you can call me Spencer. Or you can go back to another colourful insult if you'd prefer?â
âYou're pretty full of yourself, I thought you came to apologise.â
âI did, it's not exactly me that is acting like they want to be filled right now though.â
âJackass,â you snapped, as he lowered his hand around to cup your ass, finally allowing himself a tiny hint at the smirk you'd predicted earlier.
You gasped as he took a handful of your ass and pulled you flush against him.
âI want to say sorry, I want to make it up to you. I'm being quite charitable here.â
âCharity, my dear Doctor, is where you give something and expect nothing in return. It seems like you want something in return.â You spat the words again but you let your hands press lightly against his chest, waiting for him to make the next move as you played with the buttons of his shirt.
âI'd be more than happy to do that, too.â
You weren't sure who reached for who, or which one of you made the first push, but you were suddenly joined together by your lips, each of you battling furiously for dominance.
Your hands pushed up desperately, clawing into his long, busy strands and pulling him down further into you as you worked against him.
He was still stronger than you though, so when he forced your head back an inch, you moved out of necessity.
âIs that enough, or should I keep apologising?â
âNowhere near enough, jacka-â he cut you off by pushing the tip of his thumb into your mouth, using one of his legs to spread yours so he could nuzzle himself between them.
âWhy so quiet now? We couldn't shut you up in those interrogation rooms, but now you're so polite and obedient.â You moaned around his thumb as he stroked your tongue, encouraging you to suck it.
You didn't need much instruction, desperate now to show off your superior skills to the man in front of you.
âThat's it, show me how much you want it, my little whore.â
His hand slipped into your pants quietly, but you twitched as his hands feathered their way along your pelvic bone, twitching at the sensitivity of the connection.
His hands slipped into your panties and you knew immediately it was over for you. You were so wet, and he was going to be able to tell just how much you apparently wanted him.
You moaned as he roughly pushed your pants down, finger teasing your cunt through your panties as you still struggled to suck his thumb so you didn't make any louder noises.
âYou're enjoying this.â It was no longer a question, but a confident statement, no curiosity but simple satisfaction at how good he was making you feel.
He pulled his thumb from your mouth, rubbing some saliva across your lips to make them shine before he turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. Your hands barely pushed out in from of you before your chest collided with the wall, and he was close behind you.
As he coaxed your panties down your legs, you closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing steady, desperately clinging to some high ground where you could find it.
His fingers were hot and long, and they quickly found your clit and got to work as he ground his hard cock against your bare ass.
His pants were still on, but you could feel the outline of his dick against you, hips rutting back into him with each flick of his wrist.
âNow, come on Y/N. You said it's not charity if I receive something in return, right?â He whispered into your ear as you tried to reach behind you to grab his dick.
âWe're going to take this nice and slow, and you're going to enjoy all of it.â
His fingers slowed to an aching pace as he finally pushed a first digit inside of you. His hips finished moving and his free hand held you still too, so the only friction was coming from that one hand between your legs, practically edging you.
âFuck me, just fuck me Spencer.â You moaned in frustration.
âDoctor.â He whispered in your ear, the glee in his voice igniting your hatred of him all over again.
âWhat?â You spat out.
âCall me Doctor Reid, and I'll give you anything you want. You want to cum, right?â
His fingers kept their slow pace, and you could feel yourself growing more impatient, even as you grit your teeth together.
âFuck me, Doctor Reid.â
âWhat about please?â
âFuck you.â You instantly regretted your words when he pulled his hands off your body completely, retreating further into your house.
âNo, shit, wait.-â
You scrambled after him as he took a seat on your couch, removing his jacket and loosening his already dishevelled tie.
âWhat do you want, Y/N?â He asked, palming himself through his pants as he watched you practically fall at his feet, needing his hands back on you.
âI want you to f-fuck me, please Doctor Reid.â He nodded slightly, pulling your remaining clothing off as he responded.
âThat's a good little slut.â He led your hand over his cock and let you undo the buttons and pull him out. You needed no other instructions as he leaned back and pulled your legs into a firmer position.
You gave his cock a few strokes before lifting your hips and sinking back down onto him.
âSo fucking wet for me, you were so aroused, baby.â
He didn't let you control the pace, but held your hips still just above him as he began pushing into you from below, lifting his hips to fill you up with each thrust.
You couldn't bite back the screams as his balls slapped against you, Spencer trying his best to fit his entire length into you with each deep thrust. You wanted to kill the man only an hour earlier, and now you were sure you wanted to have him inside you like this forever.
âOh fuck, just like that, just like that Spencer please!â
Your hand drifted down to your cunt and you're began to rub feverishly, even as you felt the pressure build up from your gut.
The pressure was almost unbearable and before you knew it you were squirting on his cock, fingers splashing wave after wave of your arousal over his cock and clothes.
âAlready squirting for me? I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, Y/N. I guess you are just a little whore.â
You twitched, but couldn't respond, as he began thrusting sloppier than ever before, grunting in your ear as he finally joined you in your mess.
His grip on your hip slipped as he finally started cumning, and you moaned feeling him so deep as he gathered you in his arms and pulled you chest to chest.
You sat there panting together for an eternity before you even thought about detangling your limbs from one another.
âYou made a mess of my fucking sofa.â You said as you finally rose up slightly, looking down at the mess beneath you.
âNo, Y/N, that was you. I simply helped.â
âJackass.â
âWhore.â
You gasped as he laughed at you again, pulling your hips back down over his so you couldn't slide off his cock again.
âDon't act so scandalised when I can feel just how much that turned you on. You're enjoying this.â
You pouted a little, but let your head fall back against his chest.
âAnd what if I am, Agent Reid?â
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Wonderwall
Rating: Teen Pairing: No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 4,550 Summary: Your ex boyfriend Simon is marrying Sabrina, the woman he left you for. You were sure you'd have have a date in time for his wedding... too bad you were wrong. Once again. your best friend Maria has to save the day by letting you use her handsome, single brother-in-law that owes her a favor as your date. Warnings: fluff, idk what's going on with me but there's so much fluff, soft joel, fake wedding date, rom com vibes, crying over a broken vibrator, no outbreak, maria and tommy are married, sarah and kevin live, british ex boyfriend, reader and joel are close in age (reader is 36, joel is 40), alcohol, i know the gif is marcus pike but i can't stop seeing young joel in this gif, anyways here's wonderwall, no use of y/n, not beta read
A/N: This was written for @justagalwhowrites' Joel Miller Birthday Celebration. Thank you to the always wonderful @ohheypedrito for suggesting the fake dating trope when I asked her what to write.
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Fizzy mimosas, fluffy pancakes, crispy hash browns, and sweet maple syrup. Brunch on Sundays with Maria has been a long standing tradition for the two of you. Fifteen years of friendship kept stronger by always promising to make time for each other no matter what is going on in your lives.
These days, Mariaâs raising a toddler while building a very successful career in the Austin district attorney's office whereas last night you cried over your vibrator dying while trying to pull an orgasm out of you for an endorphin rush. God knows you need one.
Youâve been in a hole since the arrival of Simonâs wedding invitation. The man you spent your most youthful and fulfilling years with is now marrying Sabrina, the beautiful co-worker he crashed your relationship for. Yeah, yeah, your twenty year partnership was already headed for the cliff, but her perky tits and pouty lips sure did speed up the demise.Â
âSo, Simonâs wedding is next weekend, how do you feel?â Maria interrogates from across the table.
âFine!â you stuff a pancake triangle into your mouth. âItâs fine! Iâm fine!â
âMm,â she lifts a skeptical eyebrow. Why do you lie to her? She makes three figures locking away liars, she can spot them a mile away. âLet me guess, you still donât have a date?â
âUgh, no, why did I mark two on the RSVP?âÂ
âI told you not to,â Maria shakes her headÂ
âYeah, but, I-I want to show him Iâm doing great without him.â
âBabe,â Maria grabs your hand and squeezes it, âI say this with all the love in my heart⊠youâre not doing great.â
âI knoooow!â you sigh, closing your eyes. âI just thought⊠Iâd show up in my pretty dress with a hot man on my arm and show Simon Iâm happy and fulfilled without his love.â
âBut you donât haââ
âPlease, I know. I justâ Iâm happy for him in some really odd way but I also want to be⊠happy for myself.â
âOkay,â she nods before taking a deep breath, âhereâs what Iâm going to do for you. You know Joel?â
âYour⊠brother-in-law?â
âYes, he owes me a favor, soooo, heâs going to be your date,â she sits back folding her arms across her chest with a smug smirk. âHeâs handsome as hell and a good man but heâs very quiet and intimidating to those who donât know him. Heâs perfect for this situation.âÂ
You do know Joel⊠just not very well at all. There have been random run-ins at Miller family parties, but nothing more than a quick âhelloâ and âhow are you?â exchanged between the two of you. He seems the opposite of your Dartmouth educated, polo playing yuppie of an ex. âYoo hoo,â Maria waves her hand in front of your face catching your attention. âDoes that work for you?â
âOh, sorry, yeah, I think⊠it does,â a relieved smile lifts your face. Â
Maria has, once again, fixed your problem.Â
â-
RING⊠RING⊠RINGâŠÂ
Your fingers nervously tap against the countertop. âCome on, pick uuup, pick uuuup, pick uuuââ
âMiller,â a deep voice answers.
âH-Hi, uh, Joel?â You feel a third your age, like youâre right back in middle school calling the cute boy in your science class because your friend dared you.Â
âSpeaking.â
âHey, uh, youâre my wedding date? Maria⊠she gave me your number so we can plan?â
âOh, yes,â his voice softens. âSaturday, right?â
âYeah, uh⊠I think it might be good to go over a story for us before the big day.â
âRight,â he chuckles, âIâm all ears.â
â-
Your eyes roam down your notes from the call. âSo, we formally met at Kevinâs graduation party. I call you âhoneyâ, our first date was to a movie and then to pizza. Weâve been together for a little over a year. You hate sushi and love tamales. You donât like water slides. You play the guitar. You have a daughter named Sarah whoâs a senior in high school. You own a construction company with Tommy⊠I think thatâs about right?â
"Believe so," the bass of his quiet voice causes goosebumps to pebble your skin. If he's doing this to you over the phone, what will the wedding be like?
"Okay," you settle against your sofa, "and for me?"Â
Papers shuffle before Joel clears his throat. âHm, okay. I asked Tommy for your number after Kevinâs graduation party. You work at an insurance company, but you dream of owning your own bookstore one day. You love mashed potatoes. I call you 'baby.' Your favorite color is bronze. Youâre a night owl forced to be an early bird. You love Taylor Swift unapologetically. You like staying over at my home because your favorite coffee place delivers to my house.â
âPerfect. I know this is totally weird and all, but, thanks for doing this. Sometimes I allow my pride to sabotage me... and Maria has to come in and save me.â
âSheâs good at that.â
âThanks again Joel.â
âYouâre welcome,â his voice feels you with warmth. âIâll pick you up on Saturday.âÂ
âYes, Saturday. Until then, have a good week.â
âYou too.â
After saying goodbye, you hang up with a plume of butterflies in your stomach.Â
â
âOkay! Get ready!â you shout from behind your bathroom door.Â
Your Sunday brunch date with Maria has been moved up to a Saturday afternoon primping and preening spree in your home as she helps you get ready to watch the once love of your life marry someone else.Â
You step out of the bathroom to find Maria sitting cross-legged on your bed. As soon as she sees you, she leans forward with wide eyes.
"Wow," she breathes, her voice filled with awe. "I mean, seriously, wow."
"Really?" you ask, giving a twirl in your mauve dress, adorned with a delicate print of sequined flowers blooming across the bodice.
âReally,â her eyebrow angles as she nods, âI canât wait for Miller to have to deal with keeping his cool around you.â
âWhat?â
Maria just smiles, âLetâs just say, you look hot, thatâs all Iâm going to say.âÂ
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A shiny black truck pulls into your driveway. Panic jolts through you as you watch the door swing open from your front window. Out steps Joel Miller, impeccably dressed in a black suit. Oh good lordâheâs your date. Like, date date, as in the guy youâre going to be spending the rest of the night with. The anxiety over Simon and Sabrinaâs wedding fades into the background, replaced by the overwhelming challenge of maintaining your composure in the presence of someone who looks that stunning in a tuxedo.
The doorbell rings.Â
Okay, okay, you got this.
A gust of pleasant autumn air hits your skin when you open the door. Oh good LORD, he looks incredible. His hair is longer than you remember, falling in gentle waves you dream of running your fingers through. His beard is neatly trimmed, though slightly patchy with a strong mustache that frames his plush lips. He has a shy smile, his dimple makes a divot you want to press your finger into. His simple black suit stretches around his obviously toned and broad shoulders.Â
âHi, itâs uh, nice to see you again. Come on in,â you say, opening the door wider and stepping aside.Â
âCourse,â he replies, striding in past you. His hand twitches nervously when he turns and takes how you look fully in. âYou lookâ yâlook beautiful.âÂ
A flush of warmth spreads through you at the compliment from the most handsome man youâve ever seen, now standing in the middle of your living room.Â
âOh, thanks, uh, itâs not every day your ex boyfriend of twenty years gets married to the woman he left you for⊠so I guess I needed to show off.â
âItâsâyeahâgood,â he stammers, his eyes darting around the room, clearly avoiding your gaze.
âWell, uh, I just need to slip on my shoes and grab my bag, then we can get going. Make yourself at home.âÂ
âSure thing.âÂ
As you head down the hall to get your things, you hear him let out a long sigh.Â
Donât worry dude, I get it. Itâs going to be a long night.Â
âSo, um, I know, this is awkward,â you say, returning to the living room and dropping your shoes on the floor, âbut Iâm really grateful to you.â
He chuckles, sitting on the edge of your couch. âSâalright. I canât say no to a free meal and open bar.âÂ
âIf I still know Simonâs taste, itâll be a top-notch open bar too,â you muse, slipping into your high heel and bending over to fasten the buckle.Â
You glance up when you hear Joelâs breath catch. Heâs staring intently at youâmore specifically, at your exposed leg and thigh, courtesy of the high slit in your dress.Â
You really had to pick the dress that Maria dubbed âthe revenge dress,â didnât you? He clears his throat and quickly averts his gaze, but the charged atmosphere lingers. You try to ignore it, buckle your other shoe and grab your clutch.
âReady?â you ask.Â
âI am," he replies, standing up and adjusting his neck tie, a hint of color warms his cheeks. .Â
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Joelâs truck looks quite out of place pulling into the Hurts Familyâs grand estate. Of course Simonâs getting married at Father & Motherâs sprawling manor. You canât help but wonder if the altar and ceremony will be located in the same conservatory you and Simon lost your virginity to each other in.Â
The whole drive over, you and Joel practiced your spiels, all the while you tried to ignore the waves of attraction that vibrated between you and him in the small cab of his truck.
He pulls up to the valet and reluctantly hands his keys over to the college aged kid before hurrying over to your door, cutting in front of the doorman to help you down. What a gentleman.
Soft violin music floats through the air and white flower petals line the walkway leading into the massive estate that once felt like your second home. A nagging thought lingers in the back of your mind that youâre about to live what shouldâve been your wedding day.Â
You breathe out deeply, Joel grabs your hand as he guides you into the house.Â
People mingle, some you donât know, many you do. Aunt Billie, Uncle Martin, the cousins from Manchester, Simonâs favorite professor. Familiar faces surround you, what the hell were you thinking this would be okay?
Youâve known this home since you were twelve, Simon showed up in your seventh grade algebra class, a new student with bright blue eyes and blonde hair, you thought he was the prettiest boy you had ever seen, even before he spoke⊠the British accent wouldâve been enough to sweep you off your feet. It took a couple years of friendship before you both admitted your crushes on each other, the confessions happened in the movie room, just down the hallway you stand near.
Love is fleeting, love is hopeless. Youâve learned to care for yourself like Simon once cared for you, but now in this home you used to sneak into, you feel just as alone as you did the day you moved out of the house you shared with him for a decade just two streets down from here.Â
âHey, you okay?â Joel leans in and whispers. âSqueezinâ my hand mighty hard.â
âOh,â you blink, refocusing on him, âI am, itâs just⊠really bizarre and everything. Seeing so many familiar people I haven't seen in years feels strange.â
âYouâre doing good, I got you,â he says, letting go of your hand, and wrapping his arm around your waist, guiding you farther into the mansion.Â
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The impressive altar stands in the conservatoryâyou know your ex wellâ this windowed dwelling means everything to him. Everywhere you look, peach and champagne flowers are nestled among lush green foliage. You and Joel settle eight rows back on the groom's side, just a few feet from the bench you lost your virginity on. Jamie, Simonâs friend from college, sends you a kind smile when you sit next to him.Â
Your foot taps nervously against the stone tile, keeping rhythm with the soft string music lilting through the air. You take a deep breath to center yourself as the processional begins. The family minister youâve known since you were fifteen leads the way thenâSimon. Still just as handsome, in that specific pretty way that drew you to him as a teenager. The slight waves of his dark blonde hair are more controlled and slicked back. His slender body is topped by wide shoulders from all his years of playing polo. His equally handsome brother Liam follows, along with a handful of friends you used to consider your own.Â
Joelâs arm wraps around you as Simon takes his place at the altar, his fingers resting firmly on your bare shoulder just in time for the bridal procession to begin. Everybody takes their rightful places waiting for the bride. Simon stands at the altar, laser focused on the doorway, oddly, you feel a sense of happiness for him. Maybe you feel less lonely with the comfort of Joelâs strong arm around you, maybe youâre just caught up in the emotions of the day.Â
As you expected, Lia and Ewan, Simonâs niece and nephew, are the ring bearer and flower girl. You were at the hospital when both of them were born. You taught both of them how to swim. They used to call you their aunt.Â
The small orchestra begins playing âThe Wedding March,â the audience stands in anticipation of Sabrinaâs entrance. The curtains part and she appears shimmering down the aisle in her ivory dress. Okay, you have to admit, she looks gorgeous. Joel pulls you closer, his hand rests against your hip as Sabrina and her father pass your row. Youâre grateful for his presence, even if itâs just a comforting distraction that just happens to be pretend.
The look on Simonâs face is unmistakable when he takes Sabrinaâs handâitâs the same look he would give you whenever he told you loved you all those thousands upon thousands of times.Â
You take your seat, Joelâs hand finds your shoulder once more. Itâs going to be damn hard to concentrate on the ceremony.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today.
â
You survive the ceremony⊠thanks to Joel and his calloused hand rubbing circles on your shoulder. As Simon and Sabrina lead the recessional out of the conservatory, Simon spots you and sends you a knowing wink and smile when he spots Joel next to you. Maybe itâs a good thing you attended, itâs the final picket placed in the closure fence.Â
âYou good?â Joel whispers in your ear while watching the rest of the party leave. You turn to respond, failing to realize his face is now right next to yours. His lips now sit a breath away from yours. Panic slips in, overwhelmed by the thought of anyone catching an awkward moment like this, especially since youâre the ex girlfriend the groom left for his brand new bride.Â
Fuck it. You lean forward and place your lips against his, leaving a delicate peck against them. At least now youâll have this moment thatâs just for you.Â
â
The warm autumn sun is beginning to set casting the preened and pristine gardens of the Hurts Estate in amber tones. Thank god for the cocktail hour and open bar.Â
You sip your champagne and smile at a few familiar faces while gazing out upon the vast lawns you used to spend lazy days sunbathing and playing croquet on. What a bizarre homecoming of sorts. Joel is taking his role seriously, constantly checking on you and never leaving your side.
A familiar voice calls your name, pulling you from your reverie.
âOh sweetheart! Itâs so lovely to see you!â Simonâs mother, Adeline, greets you with kisses on both cheeks before pulling you into a warm hug. Youâve always liked the woman and she always adored you. She turns to your date, her eyes lighting up when she looks Joel up and down.Â
âAddy, this is my boyfriend Joel.â A rush of excitement is sent through you at the simple introduction. âJoel, this is Simonâs mom, Adeline.â
âGood evening maâam,â Joel says, extending his hand to shake hers gently. âItâs quite beautiful here.â
âOh, thank you! Aside from our two boys, this is our pride and joy. Thereâs nothing better than seeing your child get married in the place you call home.â .Â
âWell, Iâve heard a lot of nice things about this place, you have a lot of good memories here, right baby?â Joel looks at you with an affectionate smile. Oh heâs good.
âI do,â you smile warmly at Addy.Â
âOh sweetheart! That makes me so happy! Youâre always welcome here, Iâm so happy Simon invited you!â
âI am too, itâs so nice to see you,â you say, realizing how much you truly miss her. You spent twenty years of your life around so many of these people before being cut off cold turkey from them. Â
âShoot! I better keep moving and making my rounds! Do enjoy the bar, and make sure tell them Addy sent you; theyâll give you the real good stuff. Joel, are you a whiskey man?â
âYes maâam,â Joel replies with a nod.
âWeâve got some Old Rip Van Winkle, aged 25 years. Just tell them Adeline insists and theyâll pour you a glass.âÂ
âThank you maâam,â Joel says gratefully.
âOh, I like him darling!â Addy winks before turning to leave, her gold dress gleaming just as bright as her personality.Â
â
The large tent erected for the ceremony glows in pink and orange hues. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling overflowing with roses and garlands. Itâs gorgeous and opulent everywhere you look.Â
Youâve been nervous about your table assignment since you sent in your RSVP. Who will you be stuck with? You prayed it would be strangers versus people you used to call friends. You thank your lucky stars when youâre led to table eleven, where youâre greeted warmly by strangers. You tell your new tablemates youâre an old friend of Simonâs, Joel grabs your hand and gently holds it while you introduce yourselves, shocked you still havenât had to utilize the stories you and him invented.Â
Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Simon Hurts!Â
The two lovebirds make their grand entrance, glowing and grinning in their newlywed aura before the symphonic melody of âCanât Help Falling In Loveâ begins to play. Hilarious, the last time you heard this song it was on a playlist Sabrina had made for Simon⊠a couple weeks before your ultimate separation. You got into a fight over the amount of times heâd play it, he told you were overreacting and being dramatic, you shouldâve trusted your instincts right then and there.
They look so happy and gorgeous together, dancing their first dance surrounded by all of their loved ones inside this picturesque setting. It shouldâve been youâŠ
Joel leans in closer, wrapping his arm around you, stealing your attention from your spiraling thoughts. âI canât play this song on violin or cello, but I can play it on guitar, maybe I can play it for you sometime.âÂ
You look up at him, your eyes locking with his, âIâIâd like that.âÂ
âThought you would,â he smirks, before leaning down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.
Heâs been touching you all night, always considerate and tender, as if he holds an actual amount of reverence in his heart for you. God, heâs either the sweetest man to ever live, or he should give up the construction job, move to Hollywood and start acting.Â
â
Simon and Sabrina make their rounds after dinner, theyâre a table away laughing and galavanting with friends you used to call your own. Itâs been over a year since you last spoke to him and now as the ultimate final thing youâve been dreading is near, youâre nervous as hell. Joel casually drapes his arm around the back of your chair before leaning forward and pressing his lips to the top of your head, helping subside some of your anxieties.Â
âYou good?â he checks in with a soft whisper.Â
You nod, scooting closer into the shell heâs created for you with his large body.Â
Simon catches your eye with a warm, gentle smile as he leads Sabrina over to your table. You canât be too mad at him, heâs been nothing but a gentleman since he forced the end of your already faltering relationship. Sabrina, wellâshe was just a better match for him. You wish them well, no matter how much it still seemingly hurts. You just want Simon to miss you a little bit.
The newlyweds greet the rest of the table, collecting well-wishes and flattery from the guests before turning their attention to you and Joel.Â
Simon bends forward and gives you a tight hug before thanking you and saying how lovely it is to see you. Sabrina says hello, you tell her she looks beautiful, she returns the favor.Â
Simon extends his hand to Joel and introduces himself. âIâm Simon, Iâm sure youâve heard a bit about meâhopefully some good,â he says, his ever present British charm helps cut through the tension radiating off of Joelâs gruff reservedness.Â
âShe has,â Joel replies, shaking Simonâs hand. âIâm Joel. Nice to meet you both. Congrats. Sâbeen a lovely wedding.â
The four of you make casual conversation. Joel mentions heâs a contractor, Simonâs eyes light up before he mentions how he wants to build a pool house. Your heart twinges a bit when you remember itâs all for pretend and thereâs no way Joel could take the job. Joel makes a joke about how dinner was better than a No. 5 from Whataburger, eliciting a ruckus laugh from the newlyweds. You feel good, until the sinking feeling inside rears its ugly head and reminds you this is all a sham.Â
Sabrina nods to Simon in an unspoken understanding that they need to move on with their greetings. Joel wishes them well and thanks them for the lovely party. You smile and do the same.Â
âItâs good to see you happy,â Simon says as he gives you a parting hug.Â
If only he knewâŠ
Youâre quiet as you watch Simon and Sabrina walk away, Simonâs hand is placed on Sabrinaâs back lightly stroking up and down. Joel softly says your name, breaking your concentration on the happy married couple.Â
âI like this song, letâs dance,â he says, rising and extending his hand to you.Â
âWonderwall?â you ask, taking his hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor. âLet me guess, you can play it on guitar.âÂ
âI do,â he confirms with a smile, pulling you close against his body. His large hand splays against your lower back, and yours finds its place on his firm shoulder. The wedding band has slowed the song down, couples gently sway around you. The twinkling lights above reflect in Joelâs dark brown eyes. You canât stop looking at him, he canât stop looking at you. The moment is intimate, to any other wedding guest, you look like a couple just as in love as the newlyweds.Â
You rest your head against his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologneâwoodsy, smoky, with a hint of cinnamon. His thumb strokes against the skin of your hand as your bodies synchronistically move together. This doesn't feel like pretending at all.
The song ends, Joel makes no move to pull away, and you donât either. The first notes of the next song begin and you recognize the drumbeat anywhere. You canât believe youâre hearing it here, of all places.
âWe can leave the Christmas lights up till JanuaryâŠâ
âOhh,â you let out a soft sigh against Joelâs chest, feeling your heart drop. âThis was going to be our first dance song, I-I told him it as soon as I first heard it all those years ago.â
Joel tilts his head down, his concerned brown eyes peer into yours. âMâsorry, did you want to stop?â
âNo, no, itâsâI canât leave the floor during this. What if he sees me?â
Joel nods reassuringly before tightening his hold on you and pulling your joined hands in closer. His head rests on top of yours engulfing you with his broad body, like your own personal fake wedding date security blanket.Â
Your heartbreak slowly dissipates, mended by the gentle touch and attention of Joel. The song ends, he asks if you want to get a breath of fresh air, you gratefully nod before taking his hand and telling him you know a place.
â
The breeze rolling off the lake sends a chill across your skin, Joel takes notice, quickly removing his jacket and places it over your shoulders without hesitation.
âThanks,â you say, sinking into the leftover warmth of Joel.
âNo problem,â he says, shuffling his neck tie open and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his crisp white dress shirt. âIâm burninâ up under it.â
You both fall into a comfortable silence as you watch the tranquil waves lap at the shore. âSorry about earlier. It was just⊠a shock to hear that song. He moved on so quickly and I feel like Iâve just been left wondering how I can so easily be⊠replaced.âÂ
âNo need to apologize,â he sighs, âIâm not good at any of this stuff, but, you donât seem like someone thatâs so⊠easy to get over.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat when you look over at him. The soft ambient glow of the full moon reflecting off the water bathes him in an almost ethereal glow, making him look like a knight in shining armor who walked through a portal to help save you from your own wounded heart youâve been trying to heal for the past two years.Â
âGuess you just donât know me very well then,â you joke, trying to slow down the thoughts racing within your heart and mind.Â
âNo, but I think Iâd like to,â he says, turning to you with a sincere look in his eyes.Â
âI-Iâd like that too.âÂ
Joel hesitates for a moment before asking, âThereâs a new Curtis & Viper movie releasing next week. Did you want to go with me?â
âLike a real date?â you ask, your voice tinged with excitement.
âSuppose it would be. We could recreate our âfirstâ date that we told that one aunt of Simonâs all about. Weâll get pizza at the place across the street.â
âIâd love that,â you say, your excitement clear in your voice.Â
From across the yard, you can just make out the sound of the band playing for the wedding guests.Â
Joel takes a deep breath and turns to you with a warm, playful smile. âI feel better asking you here so you know Iâm being for real. I really want to dance with you. May I have this dance?âÂ
âIâd love nothing more,â you reply, a smile spreading across your face as he pulls you closer.
You remind yourself to send Maria a bouquet of flowers for setting up your fake wedding date as you settle into his embrace.
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We Have It All
pre/post-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: You and Joel were separated by the outbreak. Warnings: angst but with happy ending, mention of killing, use of weapon Wordcount: 3k An: I've always wondered what it would be like to experience the start of the outbreak as someone close to Joel, which is why we are here. Music I worked with: We Have It All - Pim Stones
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"My flight got canceled," you sighed, throwing your clothes carelessly into your suitcase. You were furious. All your plans were gone to hell. "I'm sorry, baby."
"You don't have to apologize to me," Joel's amused voice echoed in your ear. You winced, still feeling guilty.
"I know, but I wanted us to spend your birthday together," you said calmly and sat down heavily on the bed. "Sarah and I were supposed to make a cake and humiliate you by singing happy birthday in front of the house." Joel snorted with laughter. You smiled to yourself, anxiously picking at your cuticles.
"Yeah, that sounds awful." You fell silent, staring blankly at the floor. "Babe, it's not the end of the world. We can celebrate my birthday when you get there," he assured you, knowing full well that you felt bad about how the whole situation had turned out. "I won't get any older in a few days," he added with amusement. You snorted quietly.
"I don't know. I recently found one gray hair."
"What?" he asked suddenly concerned.
"I'm joking," you laughed at his reaction. You heard him breathe heavily. "I booked tickets for tomorrow's flight."
"Then we'll pick you up from the airport. Sarah can't wait." In the background you could hear a cheerful screams of a girl. "She misses you," he added, making you feel warm in your heart. Joel always knew how to cheer you up. "I miss you too," he said more quietly, with different emotions. With real longing. You felt something inside you clench.
"Fuck you, Joel. You can't say things like that to me when I'm on the verge of a breakdown," you pointed out, smiling under your breath. His laughter echoed in your ear again.
âYeah, sorry babe.â You could hear some chatter in the background. After a moment you heard Joel sigh heavily. âWe have to go. Sarahâs gonna be late,â he said in his typical tired tone. You nodded even though he couldnât see it. âIâll see you tomorrow, right?â
âYeah.â
âOkay.â You could hear some murmurs in the background. âI love you.â
âLove you, old man.â His snort brought a wider smile to your face.
âLovely,â he commented, probably rolling his eyes before he hung up.
You pushed your phone away with a quiet sigh. The screen displayed a wallpaper with a picture of the three of you on vacation a few months ago. You smiled at the memories that flooded your head. You looked around the hotel room and then fell back onto the mattress. You cursed the whole world for today, all your plans went to hell.
Today, of the whole fucking year.
Meanwhile, Joel was sitting in the car, looking at a small ring in a navy blue suede box. A few diamonds sparkled in the sunlight. Tommy glanced at his brother with a smirk.
"So when are you going to propose?" he asked, and Sarah's head immediately appeared between their seats.
"I wanted to do it today," he sighed, closing the box and putting it in his pocket. "But as you can see, it'll have to wait."
He glanced at Tommy and his daughter, then rolled his eyes at their stupid smiles.
"What?" he asked when they didn't say anything for a long time.
"Nothing. I'm just happy for you," Tommy replied with a shrug. Joel didn't comment on his words.
"Will she have the same last name as us?" Sarah asked.
"I hope so," Joel agreed, looking out the window.
"Cool. I'll be able to call her my mom," she said happily, and fell back into her seat.
And Joel couldn't help but smile a little at the vision she planted in his head.
In the middle of the night, you were woken up by loud noises. You mumbled in dissatisfaction, turning towards the window. You winced when you saw any lights. After a moment, you heard an explosion. You woke up immediately, throwing the blanket aside and went to the window.
A few blocks away, you could see that one of the buildings was on fire. You watched it calmly until another explosion engulfed another skyscraper, this time closer to your hotel. The silence was drowned out by car alarms and people's screams.
Your first thought was a terrorist attack.
You felt a surge of stress, observing everything from a distance. The loud sound of several fighter jets cut through the sky, catching your attention. And then the first shot came.
You watched in horror as more buildings in the city center burst into flames. You swallowed hard, tightening your fingers on the curtain. And then the loud sound of the phone ringing echoed through the room.
You almost jumped on the spot, turning towards the bed. The screen lit up the dark room. You quickly answered the call, seeing Joel's photo.
"Hello?" you spoke, swallowing the lump in your throat. Someone's curses and murmurs could be heard on the other end.
"Hello? Baby, are you okay?" Joel's breathless voice rang out in your ear. You immediately looked towards the window and felt your pulse quicken.
"Y-yes, I'm okay. Joel, what's going on?" you asked, looking out at the city. Another explosion. You flinched, looking towards the building that was in flames. Just a few dozen meters away. A quiet curse sounded on the phone. "Joel?" you spoke uncertainly.
"We don't know. There's a lot of soldiers everywhere. They've blocked the highways."
With each word he spoke, you felt more and more panic.
Another thought was war.
"They say it's some kind of virus. People are going crazy and attacking each other like animals."
You looked down at the street where people were running. Screams mixed with the howl of sirens. Your breath trembled as you moved away from the window.
âJoel, Iâm scared,â were the first words you said after realizing how bad things were. If it was happening here and in Texas, then it was everywhere.
And you were alone on the other side of the country.
âListen to me,â he began calmly. You began to breathe deeply to control your growing fear. âGrab the most necessary things. Get in the car and drive out of town on the side roads. You need to get out of the city center, do you understand?â he explained slowly so you could understand every word. You mumbled something in confirmation. âBaby, I need you to take a few deep breaths and do as I said. You need to get out of town. As soon as possible.â
"Okay," you said, feeling your stomach tighten painfully. You looked around the room in panic and then another explosion occurred. That's when you shook yourself. You quickly moved towards your suitcase and started putting on your clothes.
"Stay off the country roads," he continued explaining as you put on your sneakers. You went to your locker and threw everything into your bag in one move.
"Okay," you nodded, grabbing your car keys. You left the hotel room and looked around the hallway until you saw a sign for an emergency exit. You quickly headed in that direction.
"Tommy and I are going for Sarah."
"What?" you stopped, frowning. "She's not with you?" Silence fell on the other end. You looked at your phone to check the time. It was the middle of the night and Sarah was home alone. How on earth?
"I had to get Tommy out of the arrest," he finally spoke. You closed your eyes, sighing heavily.
Of course it was always about Tommy.
You shook your head and headed down the stairs. You had to get to the underground parking lot. You ran out the door, looking around. It was quiet here. You quickly got into your car and looked around like it was your first time driving. After a few tries and a few panicked curses, you finally got the key in the ignition and screeched to the exit.
You looked around the street before you pulled out onto the road and turned on the navigation. You looked around nervously in every possible direction as you started driving through different housing estates.
"I should be leaving the city in a few minutes," you said, driving more carefully than usual. The further you got from the center, the quieter it was. Fewer and fewer police sirens and people.
"Okay, baby, listen," he started slowly. "Head toward Kansas."
"Okay," you nodded, swallowing hard.
"We'll meet exactly halfway, yeah?"
"Okay," you nodded again, feeling your voice start to shake.
"I will find you," he assured you. He wanted to sound confident. He wanted you to feel safe because of him. But his voice trembled as well.
"Okay," you said again, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.
"I will find you, I promise," he repeated. You nodded, feeling tears start to flow down your cheeks. You pressed your lips together to hold back a sob. "I lo-"
Silence.
You looked at your phone in panic.
"Joel?" you said, but no one answered you.
You felt panic shake your body. You began to breathe quickly, trying to fight off more and more tears.
It wasn't until you passed the sign informing you to leave the city that you felt adrenaline take over your body. You rubbed your wet cheeks and took a few deep breaths.
"You will be fine," you said confidently and pressed the gas pedal, leaving the burning city behind you.
One year later.
You looked at the map again and cursed under your breath, looking around.
Everywhere fucking forests and fields.
With a sigh, you put the map in your backpack and slowly set off through the tall grass. There was silence all around. The wind gently moved the treetops and the birds sang merrily. Nothing had changed here. Nature continued to live as if nothing had changed at all.
But everything had changed.
The world had stopped and started to fall apart.
At least for those who had managed to survive.
You were one of those people.
You had been fighting to survive for a year. Starving, fighting and killing. Who would have expected that? If someone had told you a year ago what you would become, you would have thought they were mentally ill.
And yet, you were where you were. Which was currently in the middle of fucking nowhere.
After a few hours, you were sitting by a small stream, filling a bottle with cold water. As usual, you took the opportunity to wash your body of dirt. If you could even call it that. At least you didn't feel everything sticking to your skin so you considered it as a success.
You sat leaning against a tree, looking at the map, waiting for the fire to fry the fish you had caught sufficiently. You traced the path you had to take to cross the Missouri-Kansas border with your finger.
You still had a long way to go. But you had already come a lot further. You were getting closer to the goal that had kept you alive for a year.
You knew Joel was alive. You could feel it in your bones.
Joel was a tough motherfucker.
He certainly wouldn't let himself be killed and he was on his way to Kansas.
If he wasn't already waiting for you there.
That's what you hoped.
The next few days passed on a lonely journey. Your legs hurt terribly, but you had gotten used to it. You had gotten used to many things. But it probably took you the longest to get used to the smell.
Another sunset was approaching as you slowly walked along the dirt road kicking a small stone. The sky turned orange as you left the road and headed towards the forest. You had learned that it was safest to sleep in trees. Even though you hadn't seen a living soul in weeks, you were always prepared. No one ever looked up when looking for potential threats. So when you found a suitable thick tree, you began preparing ropes.
You were concentrating on tying knots when suddenly the sound of a branch breaking echoed through the forest. You looked around but didn't see anything that caught your attention.
Despite everything, you slowly and quietly lifted your backpack from the ground. You put the ropes away looking around for threats.
And then you heard another crack of branches.
Your senses sharpened and adrenaline hit you like a bolt of lightning. You slung your backpack over your shoulders and pulled your gun from your belt.
You slowly and carefully took steps not making a sound and hid under a group of trees. And you waited. For some time, all you heard was your calm breathing and the last birdsongs. You began to wonder if you had accidentally run into a deer or some other animal, but then you heard the next branches breaking under someone's weight. You immediately recognized the male footsteps.
Wary and heavy.
You slowly uncocked the gun and looked out through the gap between the trunks. You saw movement. A few dozen meters away from you. And unfortunately for you, he was walking in your direction.
You cursed in your mind at your luck and took a few deep breaths.
Another rustle of dry leaves getting closer to you. You tightened your grip on the gun and listened.
The snapping of branches. You glanced one last time through the gap in the trees to determine how far he was. He was definitely too close.
One last deep breath before you emerged from your hiding place.
âStop and drop your weapon,â you said sharply, aiming it straight at the man in front of you. But you werenât the only one prepared. You both stood, aiming your weapons at each other. You both had each other perfectly in your sights. And you were both alone.
"I just want to get to Kansas," he said in a hoarse, loud voice.
"Then you got your sides mixed up," you replied, keeping him carefully in your sights. To your detriment, the setting sun and the fog didn't help.
"What?" he was surprised, slightly taken aback.
"Kansas is the other way," you explained, frowning when you noticed he lowered his gun slightly. "No tricks. Throw the gun in my direction and take a few steps back," you ordered, carefully watching his every move. For a moment, there was complete silence. His hands finally fell loosely along his body.
"Fuck. Baby?" he said in a completely different tone. You frowned, lowering the gun when you heard a familiar voice. A gentle wind stirred the fog, giving you a better view of the man a dozen meters in front of you.
"Joel," you whispered in shock, the gun falling from your hand. Your heart stopped for a moment only to start beating like crazy when you saw his look of relief.
"Fuck," he cursed with a trembling voice before he confidently took a step towards you. And you started running.
You threw yourself into his arms, hugging his neck tightly. His arms wrapped around you so tightly you could barely catch your breath. You sobbed with happiness feeling your body overcome with relief. How his arms finally brought you the desired safety. Joel groaned, burying his face in your neck.
Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you finally held him in your arms. Alive. Healthy.
You tangled your fingers in his hair pulling him even closer starting to laugh with happiness. His fingers dug painfully into your skin as he pressed you closer to his chest. The amount of relief he felt holding you in his arms was indescribable. Like a huge weight from his shoulders fell apart in a second finally allowing him to breathe.
"I knew I'd find you" he whispered almost moaning with happiness.
You could barely see through your tears as he pulled you away, taking your face in his hands. He looked at you closely. Same eyes, same smile, and a few more scars. Other than that, nothing had changed.
He sighed in relief, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. You wrapped your arms around his wrists, letting out a shaky breath that disappeared a moment later into his mouth as he pressed them tightly against yours.
He immediately deepened the kiss, kissing you with everything he had in him. Longing, relief, pain and love. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but the best you've ever had in your life.
His lips tasted like home.
And that kiss was a promise that you'd never be alone again.
He finally pulled away and pulled you to his chest. He tangled his fingers in your hair and rested his cheek on your head. You snuggled into his chest, closing your eyes.
"I was so fucking scared," he whispered, hugging you tighter and planting a strong kiss on the top of your head. "I was so fucking scared you'd die," he stroked your back and a few tears ran down his cheeks, soaking into your hair. You sobbed, burying your face in his chest.
His fingers stroked your hair soothingly.
"Shhh," he whispered, placing kisses on your head.
You were in his arms.
Safe and sound.
After a year of separation, you were finally safe.
"Everything will be fine now," he assured you, believing in his own words like never before. "I will take care of you."
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#joel miller angst#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x you#sanarsi fic
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Fall Into Me
dbf!Joel x f!reader
The first TLOU fic I ever read was a dbf!Joel story and it left an indelible mark on my soul. Unfortunately, I never bookmarked it so I have no idea which one it was. It's only natural that I had to try my hand at one at some point. So, here we are.
Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.
Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.
Word Count: 4.1k
Series Warnings: Mature to start, but will ultimately be Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. There will be angst, drama, fluff, humor, romance, smut... basically, the works. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname from her dad, which will be explained at some point.
Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics
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Chapter One: The Day That I Met You
If you asked him over a decade ago where heâd be now, Joel Miller would not have placed himself as a single father to a tenacious pre-teen desperately trying to keep things afloat. He spent too many hours in the week working to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He would be lost without the help of his brother and the few friends he had. He had no social life to speak of and could not for the life of him remember the last time he went on an actual date.
No, back then, Joel thought heâd be living the good life in ten yearsâ time â traveling, going out with the boys, maybe have a girlfriend or wife. Basically, just getting to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Donât get him wrong, though. He was still living a good life; it just was a different sort of good than what he hoped for back in the day.
He loved his daughter with every fiber of his being. Sarah was the best damn thing that ever happened to him, his entire world, and he wouldnât change the past ten years for anything. He bent over backwards doing whatever it took to make his little girl feel cared for, happy, and loved. He just wished there was a little energy left for something for himself at the end of the day.
Joel Miller was drained. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
He awoke with a groan as the bright sunlight broke through the gap in his curtains. It was Saturday â his birthday â and he hoped to sleep in, at least a little. Between the brightness of the morning and the stifled sounds of clanging pans and voices carrying up the stairs from his kitchen, sleeping in was not happening.
He hauled himself out of bed with a groan worthy of a man twenty years his senior and stretched out his limbs to ease the achiness in his bare back and chest from too much manual labor. Throwing on a pair of well-worn sleep pants and a faded tee shirt, Joel slipped from his bedroom and down the stairs. He moved rather quietly for a man of his size, stealing a moment to lean against the entryway into the kitchen and watch as Sarah and Tommy worked together making breakfast.
The counters were a mess of spilled pancake mix, eggshells, and⊠was that coffee dripping over the edge and onto the floor? It was a toss-up on who made the bigger mess, his ten-year-old daughter, or his grown ass brother. Still, Joel could not stop the smile spreading across his face as he watched them laughing and teasing each other. That, right there, was the reason he worked so hard, why the loneliness was worth it.
When Tommy flipped the stovetop off, Sarah turned to find her dad smiling goofily at them. âHappy Birthday, Dad!â she exclaimed, launching herself at his chest. Her lanky arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her off the ground in a big bear hug.
âThanks, baby girl,â Joel replied, pressing his lips to her forehead in a quick kiss before he settled her feet on the ground.
âWe made you breakfast!â Sarah declared, gesturing toward the disaster zone formerly known as his kitchen.
âI see that,â he chuckled, voice still slightly rough with sleep.
Tommy turned with a smirk, hands grasping two plates filled with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. âTake a seat, brother. Let us take care of you on your birthday.â Placing the food on the small dining table, Tommy roughly patted his brotherâs shoulders. âDonât worry âbout the mess, Iâm on cleanup duty after we eat.â
âWe expectinâ company? Thatâs a helluva lot of food,â Joel grumbled. He needed coffee, stat.
âYeah, JB is cominâ over to see ya before heading to the airport. His daughter finished grad school over the summer and is moving back home.â Tommy set more food and a full mug of dark roast coffee in front of his brother. The scent alone made Joel perk up a little.
The Millers hadnât met you yet, having only become friends with your dad through work after youâd already left for college on the east coast. Your dad had a good decade on Joel, but he and the Miller brothers got on like a forest fire from what he told you. With visits home always short and rushed, busy catching up with family and your own friends, there was never time for your dad to introduce you all. Now you were coming home for good and would have plentiful opportunities for spending time with your dad and his friends.
âSpeak of the devil,â Tommy muttered as the doorbell rang. Sarah bounded to the door to greet your dad with a hug. In many ways, the girl reminded him of you when you were young, and it always brought a smile to his face.
âThere he is! The man of the hour. Happy Birthday, buddy!â Your dad, John, or JB as the Millers called him, ruffled Joelâs already mussed hair, leaving a few locks standing straight up in further disarray. Pulling a 12-pack of beer from behind his back, your dad set it on the table in front of Joel, topped with a little red bow. âI gotcha a lilâ something to celebrate.â
âGood man,â Joel replied with a chuckle. âHave a seat and help me eat all this. Tommy just told me your lilâ girl is coming home, finally.â
Your dadâs face lit up even more at the mention of you coming home. âSheâs not so little anymore, but I sure am glad sheâs moving back here. Said she had enough of the east coast, but I think she just missed her olâ man.â After wolfing down some food, he added, âThink we could host a small barbecue here this coming weekend to celebrate? Your backyard is way nicer than mine and you got the pool and all.â
âNot to mention that fancy ass grill,â Tommy chimed in.
Swallowing a long sip of his morning go juice, Joel nodded. âOf course. Invite whoever you want. Iâm looking forward to finally meeting your daughter.â
âMe too!â Sarah added. She heard a lot about you from your dad and hoped you were as cool in person as he made you out to be.
Joelâs mind started spinning upon hearing his daughterâs excitement. With her school hours being so different from his typical work hours, he was spending a small fortune on after school care for Sarah. She was still too young for him to leave home alone, especially on those days where heâs stuck late at a job. He was barely scraping by as it was and couldnât really afford the cost of after school programs. PerhapsâŠ
âJB, ya think your daughter would mind watching Sarah during the week while sheâs home. Drop off and pick up from school and keeping her company âtil I get home from work? I could pay her â it wouldnât be much, but better than nothinâ, I imagine.â He watched Sarahâs eyes light up at the suggestion and knew it was a good choice.
âIâm sure sheâd love to. She wasnât planning on finding a real job until after the holidays, so I know sheâll be free during the day,â your dad replied. âIâll talk to her about it on the ride back from the airport and let you know.â
Three suitcases and a carry-on bag. Thatâs all you had left from six and a half years of pursuing higher education in North Carolina. You sold or gave away anything that did not fit into your luggage or hold sentimental value of your time away. Now, you were moving back home to save some money before you had to start chipping away at the mountain of student loan debt you accrued.
You loved learning, always have, but you were relieved to be done with school. Equipped with a bachelorâs degree in earth sciences and a masterâs in education, you felt like a real adult ready to take the world of middle school by storm⊠well, starting after the new year, maybe. For now, you needed several months of limited to no responsibility to recoup your mental and physical energy. That last couple years of school really burned you out. Not to mention the last-minute rejection of a teaching position you thought was in the bagâŠ
Anyway, you were better off leaving North Carolina behind and returning to Austin. You missed your dad something fierce and his particular brand of caring for you was exactly what your weary soul needed. It was you and him against the world, just like when you were a kid.
You flight was smooth and uneventful, yet you were relieved to deboard the plane. Something about being stuck in a tin can at the mercy of someone elseâs ability to keep the thing from plummeting to the ground really aggravated your anxiety. Flying was something you would never enjoy; it was merely a means to an end when you wanted to travel long distances.
The journey to baggage claim was a slog with the crowd of passengers all heading to the same place. You were wondering how youâd wrangle three large suitcases by yourself when you caught sight of your dad. His broad smile took over his face when he spotted you, rushing over to sweep you up in a big bear hug.
âHey Spud, how was the flight?â he asked as you waited for the baggage carousel to begin moving. âLooks like it was a full plane.â
âIt was, but the flight was good. Iâm really glad to be home.â
âMe, too, kid.â
You settled into a comfortable silence, watching various pieces of luggage pass by on the carousel. Your bags were scattered, and you had to wait several cycles to get all of them. Your dad lugged the final suitcase over the carousel with a grunt. âJesus, what you got in this one? Bricks? A body?â
âThat one has my gaming system and half a closet full of clothes,â you replied with a laugh.
Before long, everything was loaded into your dadâs truck, and you were heading back towards town. The radio hummed at a low volume as you both chatted about everything and nothing all at once.
âHey, so I know you said you werenât looking for full-time work until after the new year, but I have a proposition for you.â Your dadâs eyes stayed focused on the road, and you merely quirked a brow waiting for him to continue. âMy buddy Joel â you know the one I told you about? Well, his daughter is ten and he needs some help with the school run and after school care. Our work hours arenât exactly the same as elementary school, you know?â
You nodded, remembering all the times your dad spoke to you about Joel, as well as his daughter and brother. Despite never meeting them, you felt like you already knew their whole life story. âSo, heâs looking for a nanny or something? I could do that. It would keep me from getting lazy while I navigate getting my Texas teaching certificate.â
Your dad grinned, one hand patting your leg. âI was hoping youâd say that. Joel will pay you, of course, but just⊠donât expect much. It ainât easy for him being a single dad trying to keep everything afloat.â
Again, you nodded, a soft smile creasing your lips. You knew all too well how challenging it could be for single parents, having grown up with just you and your dad. Much like what your dad told you about Joelâs experience with the mother of his child, your mom split when you were barely a toddler. Things werenât always sunshine and roses, but your dad sure did his best to make sure you had a great life. Honestly, you wouldnât trade it for the world, that life with your dad. You had a feeling it was much the same for Joel and his daughter.
âIâm happy to help, even if he doesnât pay me. Iâm sure his daughter will enjoy having a female influence in her life if nothing else. Whatâs her name again? Sarah?â
Your dadâs eyes twinkled with pride. âYup, thatâs it. Iâm proud of the woman youâve become, Spud.â
A mist of tears prickled your eyes as you mumbled out a âThanks, dad.â After a beat, you added, âMust you keep up with that nickname?â
âOf course. Youâll always be my little Spud,â he laughed as you rolled your eyes. âOh, by the way, weâre going to the Millers on Saturday for your welcome home party.â
âWhatâs all this?â Joel questioned as Tommy and Sarah placed a heavy, wrapped package on the table before him along with a few smaller presents. The remains of a birthday cake sat nearby, having been delightfully devoured by the Millers while celebrating Joelâs birthday.
âJust a little somethinâ from me and Sarah,â Tommy replied, a boyish grin alighting his handsome features.
Joel gazed between them with curiosity. Not big on celebrating his own aging, he rarely got big gifts. âYou wanna help me open this, nugget?â Sarahâs eyes lit up, small hands reaching to tear the wrapping paper into shreds. It only took a few moments for the contents to be revealed, leaving Joel confused at the modern contraption sitting in front of him. âWhat am I supposed to do with this?â
âYou play video games on it, dumbass.â Tommy harumphed as he began a diatribe on the features of the gaming system â he had one just like it at his place and it provided hours of entertainment when he didnât feel like going out. âI figured it would be a good hobby for you since you never want to join me in going out.â
âHuh,â Joel grunted in return, brows furrowed as he read the instructions on how to setup up the machine. His attention was diverted by Sarah shoving the smaller parcels into his lap.
âHere, dad! These go with it.â Together, they tore into the wrapping paper to find several video games, a few of which were family friendly. The final gift was a spare controller for the gaming system so he and Sarah could play together.
Despite still being unsure that the gift was a good fit for him, Joel was grateful to Tommy for the effort. âThis is too much, man. You shouldnât spend this kind of money on me, Tommy.â
His brother waved him off. âI found a great deal and you never get anything for yourself, brother. You deserve something to indulge in. Believe me, youâll have fun with this.â
The rest of the evening was spent with Tommy setting up the system and showing the father-daughter duo how to play some of the games he picked out. The living room filled with lots of laughter and teasing, and Joel found himself really getting into the fun of the video games.
After tucking Sarah into bed, Tommy showed Joel a game that was too violent for the little girl but entertaining for the men. The game was set in Washington DC which had been ravaged by a brutal pandemic and the main character was part of a group of agents fighting off nefarious gangs trying to take over the city. Joel caught onto the gameplay quickly and the two men found themselves building the loadout for Joelâs character, taking out bad guys, and chatting well into the night.
At two in the morning, the pair looked at each other with bleary, red-rimmed eyes and finally called it a night. Joel directed Tommy to crash in the spare room as he shuffled off to bed upstairs.
It didnât take you long to get settled into your dadâs house. It wasnât the home you grew up in and you only visited a few times after he bought it. After years living away on your own, you thought it would be an adjustment being under his roof again, but it wasnât. He understood the need for personal space and never hovered unless you were hurt or sick. He gave you the downstairs bedroom â it was the largest in the house, with an ensuite bath and huge walk-in closet.
âDad, no! Why in the world is this not your room?â you questioned when he placed your bags on the brand-new, king size bed he had delivered the week prior.
âHell no, Spud. What do I need all this space for? I like the upstairs rooms better â the light is all wrong in this one anyway.â
You looked around, holding in a giggle. The room faced south, giving you just the right amount of natural light all day. Thatâs what your dad didnât like. He preferred to live like a bat in a cave with blackout curtains and limited lighting.
âAlright, well, I love it. The natural light is perfect for me. I can actually put some plants on the windowsills. Thank you!â You kissed his cheek as he left you to get settled.
You spent the week rearranging the bedroom how you wanted it, setting up your gaming system, and putting all your clothes into the walk-in closet. Your dad hadnât done much with the room other than furnish it, so you made a few trips to the store to get a bathroom set, floor lamps, and wall dĂ©cor to make the room your own.
Before you knew it, Saturday morning dawned bright and warm. The day of your welcome home gathering arrived, and you would finally get to meet the Millers. An excited energy had you moving about your space in a flurry, tidying up and getting ready early. Youâd seen some photos of the Millers that your dad sent you â Sarah was adorable with her dark, springy curls, and Joel⊠Joel was handsome, in a broody, overworked kind of way, with dark, riotous curls and big, warm chocolate eyes. Kind eyes, you called them.
âHey Spud, you ready?â your dad called from the kitchen as you put the finishing touches on your hair. It was pinned up, leaving the smooth skin of your neck bare. The sundress you picked hugged your curves in just the right way, falling just at your knees in a flow of lightweight material. In early October, Austin was still hot, and you hoped the Millersâ yard was shaded.
âBring a swimsuit! They have a pool!â he yelled as you grabbed the last of your things. Turning back to your closet, you grabbed a dark green one-piece suitable for family-friendly swimming and tucked it into your bag.
âIâm ready!â
Your dad smiled at the sight of you. âLetâs go then. Weâre heading over early so you can officially meet the Millers and weâll help them setup before everyone else arrives.â
âSounds good. Who allâs coming anyway?â Your eyes widened as your dad rattled off a list of people he invited, including his work buddies and some of his and Joelâs neighbors. He would have invited some of your old friends from high school, but you all lost touch over the years. The party was turning out bigger than you thought. Your heart swelled with how happy your dad was to have you home for good.
The Millers lived in the same neighborhood, only a few blocks away, so close you could have walked if not for the scorching sun. The drive took only a few minutes before your dad pulled into the driveway of a two-story home similar to your dadâs, with simple landscaping and two wooden rocking chairs on the wide porch. Lovely and quaint, the house made you more curious about the people who lived there.
âDayum! Get a load a JBâs daughter, Joel,â Tommy called from the living room, leaning over the couch to look out the front window. âSheâs smokinâ hot!â
âDammit, Tommy. Stop spying on âem,â Joel growled, sneaking a peek over his brotherâs shoulder to do a little hypocritical spying of his own. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of you and he couldnât break his gaze away, even as JB led you toward the front door.
âWhat was that about spyinâ, brother?â Tommy teased, practically dragging Joel away from the window as a knock sounded against the door. âDonât worry, Iâll get it.â
Tommy opened the heavy wooden door revealing the pair of you standing there, matching bright eyes and wide grins greeting him. âWell, hello there, beautiful. Iâm Tommy.â Reaching a hand toward you, Tommy completely ignored JB, who just scowled at him.
âNice to meet you, Tommy,â you replied, offering him your hand and name in return. Joelâs scowl matched your dadâs expression as Tommy held your hand for several beats too long.
âBack off, Tommy,â your dad grunted, swatting at the younger Miller brother. âThis here is Tommyâs brother, Joel. The one who actually owns this house and the better Miller, if you ask me.â
âAinât no one askinâ you, old man,â Tommyâs smart mouth shot back at your dad.
Joel ignored both men, eyes like dark pools as he gazed at you, awed at how small and delicate your hand felt in his. âHowdy, darlinâ,â his voice rumbled from his chest. âCome on in. Thereâs someone else lookinâ forward to meeting you.â
Leading the way through the kitchen into the backyard, Joel felt the heat of your gaze burning his back. Were you checking him out? There was no way. You were beautiful and likely in your early twenties. He felt ancient, though he was only in his early thirties, the hard labor of construction work having taken its toll on him.
âHi Dad!â a young, sweet voice called from a small swing set where a precious little girl entertained herself. âWhoâs this?â
Joel introduced you to his daughter, leaving the two of you to get acquainted as your dad called him away.
âYou were away at college?â Sarah questioned, motioning for you to take a seat on the swing next to hers.
âI was,â you replied. âBut Iâm back for good now.â
âThatâs good. What grade did you get to? Iâm in fourth grade.â
You thought about it a moment. âI guess it would be 18th grade. But you stop counting grade numbers after 12th and start using different words to describe what year youâre in during college.â
Sarah listened raptly while you explained the different terms, what you studied in school, and what kind of job you were hoping to get.
âYou want to be a teacher?â she asked, awed.
âI do! I want to teach middle grade science.â
âI love science! Maybe you could be my teacher when I get to sixth grade!â
Joel returned with your dad and Tommy in tow to find you and Sarah having a blast. The little girl sat in your lap as you kicked your feet out, swinging as high as you could, singing some camp song you remembered from your youth.
âSee? Told ya sheâd love to spend time with Sarah,â your dad said to Joel. He couldnât tear his gaze away, staring at the two of you with a glazed look in his dark eyes.
Shaking himself off, Joel turned to your dad. âGuess I better work out some details with her.â He stepped over to the swing set, taking a seat on the empty swing and hoping to the heavens above that it held his weight. He struggled internally on how to start the conversation and was just about to blurt something out when his amazing daughter saved the day.
âDad! She wants to be a teacher! A science teacher! Isnât that cool? Did you ask her about watching me yet? I think sheâd love to.â Sarah rambled on excitedly, amusing you and Joel. Turning to you before Joel could chime in, Sarah turned to you with baby cow eyes, adding, âYou would love to, right?â
How could you ever resist that look? No one could. Both you and Joel were powerless as you nodded, and the offer became official. Cell numbers were exchanged and before you knew it, you had a job starting Monday.
Hours later, slightly drunk on spiked fruit punch and buzzing with energy, you thanked Joel for hosting the barbecue and giving you a job. You kissed his stubbled cheek, forcing thoughts of how attractive he was as far down as they could go. You could not develop a crush on your boss. âIâll see you Monday morning, bright and early!â you declared before following your dad through the front door.
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#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel x female reader#the last of us#tlou#dbf!joel#Fall Into Me#pedro pascal#eventual smut#eventual romance
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my personal touya headcanons (yes i will make full on fics n drabbles with these in mind):
CHRONIC manspreader. literally takes up a whole love couch with the way he spreads his legs
can drive but gets motion sick easily so counting on him for a 2+ hour roadtrip? yeah pull over weâre switching seats
damaged hair from the constant dyeing but that wonât stop this baddie from dyeing it jet black every 2 weeks
only runs on 4 separate hours of sleep and snores like a truck. (uâll need earplugs)
surprisingly tidy in regards to his room only because rei comes and checks their rooms and if its all messy theyâll get their asses whooped
doesnât smoke cigarettes BUT has a box of disposables/juuls hidden in his sock drawer (GOD FORBIDS rei finds his stash)
^ in addition to that, contrary to popular belief his plug is unironically natsuo..
loves icy berry related related flavors too LMFAO
is supposed to be a junior in college on paper but since he keeps dropping and switching majors, heâs technically still a freshman
^ is currently taking chemical engineering (took business ad, computer science, finance, nursing (đ) and literally god knows what. his college majors that he dropped is between him, endeavor and god now)
since heâs competitive as fuck and is a perfectionist, took up multiple sports and extra curriculars growing up
prefers soggy cereal
drinks a lot but lightweight as fuck. after one bottle heâs out đĄ but that wonât stop him from drinking more!
knows how to braid girls hair thanks to fuyumi
cats warm up to him on the street cus heâs warm n shit
prettiest resting face but makes the ugliest faces known to man just for the sake of it (still pulls)
doesnât approach girls, girls approach him
scares them away when heâs all like đđ§đ»
hooded eyelids + long eyelshes (both top and bottom)
genuinely starts tweaking when people say he got endeavorâs eyes solely bc hes a mommaâs boy..
grew up being SPOILED rotten amongst his siblings so he doesnât take no for an answer and will actually start stomping his feet
once he opens his mouth however.. everyone is gonna know heâs endeavors son fr đ
keigo is his closest irl friend but tomura is who he considers as his best friend even if theyâre only internet friends
has a basic pc set up and plays valorant fortnite and roblox religiously
shits on children especially shoto and his two friends
once babysat the three of them in exchange for concert tickets
did i mention he has an indie rock emo band he formed when he was in high school? yeah
bassist obviously but sometimes he plays drums
will scare rei out of her wits when he would just magically appear on their couch when heâs supposed to be at his university
his room is in the attic
dresses like hes going to an opium concert but rei makes him change before they leave to go to church so ultimately he dresses up like a cottagecore mf but with piercings and box dye jet black hair
almost broke natsuoâs hand when he first got his nose piercing
embodies the trope of âbest friends older brotherâ
has a soft spot for grandmas and will help them cross the road each time
picks up shoto from school with his beat up hand me down car. literally one slam on the break away from breaking (endeavor gave it to him as his 18th birthday present)
sometimes ends up driving shotoâs friends home too if shoto insists (more like demands)
will also intentionally go through a drive-thru and the kids in the backseat are expecting him to ask them what they want but touya just gets whatever the fuck he was craving, pays and leaves
âwe got food at home!â - touya to a enraged shoto
also sometimes touya is shotoâs chaperone or the âparentâ that goes to those parent teacher meetings when its time for get shotos report card and will deliberately say shoto has failing grades when shoto is part of the honor roll just to again, fuck with him
shamelessly flirts with the girls natsuo brings home just to fuck with him (he gets sucker punched later that night bc at the end of the day, natsuo is bigger than that man đ)
when all the todosibs are fighting, nobody listens to him even if heâs the eldest. they all end up ganging up on him (fuyumi doesnât stop shit, in fact she instigates further. she donât play)
says he hates winter and likes summer more but whenever its summer time if he could he would live inside the freezer
hates the feeling of sweating đźâđš
sometimes goes on days without showering only popping a lil deodorant here and there so rei forces him to shower whenever he just so happened to pass by her
cooks decent meals but shoto hates it and intentionally makes gagging noises whenever he finds out touya was in charge of cooking that night
hates doing the dishes and fools shoto into doing it for him
when he goes on dates, he steals endeavors credit card and just pays for everything. will probably even take you to nobu just to do so
attempts to blame natsuo when endeavor caught on since his card decline at the supermarket but unfortunately touya cannot lie to save his own life even if he tried
OH! talks MAD game in bed but has never touched a woman in his life.. painfully a virgin. u have to teach this man PLEASEE ïżœïżœïżœ
likes yeat and carti
basically teenager borderline adult core
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A Year in Moments [Mini Verstappen Series]
Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship)
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Format: Social Media
Summary: 2026 in little moments
Previous Part â Next Part Mini Verstappen Masterlist
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danielricciardo Apparently I crashed date night. Sorry for being the third wheel guys.
ynverstappen Third wheel? What are you talking about?
maxverstappen1 danielricciardo You were flirting with my wife just as much as I was. ynverstappen He was flirting with me only when he wasn't flirting with you. danielricciardo Have you seem Max?? Why wouldnât I flirt with him? ynverstappen True, he's something that needs to be cherished. danielricciardo I love that we're fighting over Max. How you feel about that mate? maxverstappen1 Pretty good! Please do continue... or you know save it for when you are next at the house.
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fan85 Wait, does this mean that Y/N knows about Maxiel? The Verstappens and Daniel?!
fan61 I thought we all made a gentlemenâs (fangirlâs) agreement not to bring up Maxiel on IG.
fan23 Does Daniel get invited out to dinner with Max and Y/N often?
fan38 There has to be more to this story!
February 10, 2026
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ynverstappen Things can get crazy when it's just us
sebastianvettel Please bring back my wife in one piece.
alex_albon Should I be concerned that my flat is going to be a mess when I get home?
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fan18 When all the F1 WAGs have dinner together!
fan67 How do you get an invite to this dinner? Asking for a friend.
fan39 Become a WAG. How else?
fan49 Is no one going to talk about the fact that all of the WAGs are having dinner together just after Motherâs Day??
May 28, 2026
ynverstappen đCircuit de Spa-Francorchamps
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ynverstappen Our weekend in Spa
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fan95 Nico looks just like Max
fan76 Has anyone ever met Y/N at a race?
fan45 I met her last year at Silverstone. She was super nice, even offered to take my picture with Lando who was walking with her and Nico.
fan63 I feel like Nico is just the sweetest kid.
fan56 Can confirm. Aside from Y/N, Nico just wanted to spend the day with his dad and his little brother when I saw them earlier today.
fan44 Wondering why Y/N hasn't posted any pictures of Nikita given that he was at Spa?
fan60 I don't think it's strange for Y/N not to post any pictures of Nikita given that he's only 9 months old. Y/N wasn't even sitting in the garage like she normally does on race day. It's probably too loud for his little ears.
August 2, 2026
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ynverstappen Best view in The Maldives
danielricciardo I taught this man how to thirst trap!
ynverstappen You did, I've never been more grateful!
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fan23 I love that they've become the couple that just drops thirst traps of one another
fan74 Y/N is feeding us all of the good content
fan86 Is that baby Nikita with Max in the last photo?
August 27, 2026
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ynverstappen Happy Birthday to my awesome sister-in-law. Between the lunch dates, retail therapy, and picking on the man that I love. I wouldn't be able to survive family vacations without you.
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lilymhe The perfect sister-in-law duo
ynverstappen You know it babe
fan67 Lily is in Y/N's comments! OMG
fan23 When Y/N's photos are giving off S and B vibes
October 22, 2026
maxverstappen1 and ynverstappen
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maxverstappen1 I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.
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georgerussell63 The actual physical embodiment of these characters
danielricciardo You've never looked better mate
landonorris Did you dye your hair? Brave man
maxverstappen1 Not hair dye, it's like spray I think?
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fan73 They already give off this energy đđ
fan59 Mom and Dad
fan84 She really is everything, and he worships her.
October 31, 2026
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one of the girls
part 1. the arrangement
Chris Sturniolo was bad news. You knew it, every girl within a 100 mile radius knew it. Your own brother had warned you to stay away from him, despite being his best friend. That didnât stop you from wanting him though.
pairing: chris x reader
pt.1 summary: despite all the warnings, and his reputation, you're intrigued by chris. on your 18th birthday, u find out exactly why he's bad news. and like a drug, u get addicted to him. cue, the arrangement
warnings: ABSOLUTE FILTH, very very plot heavy, rough sex, oral, choking, slapping, over-stimulation, mild bdsm, p in v, degradation, slight age gap (reader is 16 and chris is 18 when they first start fooling around, reader is 18 and chris is 20 when they first have penetrative sex)
word count: 6.9K (lmao i think this is going to be a thing)
author's note: so, i found out as i was writing this that @worldlxvlys has a fic with a very similar premise because its inspired by the same song, check it out if u havent already, its so fucking good
It had started out innocently enough.
Chris was your older brotherâs best friend, so naturally he was always over at your house or your brother over at his. You remember the first time youâd seen him, sitting on your living room couch, dressed in a black t-shirt and denim shorts, sporting a silver chain. Youâd just run down the stairs, yelling for your brother to order you some food when you spotted him. The shock of seeing a complete stranger- a hot one, at that- had you stopping dead in your tracks. You remember how youâd just stared at him like an idiot, before turning around and sprinting back up to your room. You cringe a little, every time you think back to that moment, how youâd been dressed that night, in one of your old sports bras and baggy shorts, your hair an absolute mess.
Awkward first meeting aside, you got to know him, little by little. Sometimes, through little anecdotes reluctantly shared by your brother at your behest, and sometimes, from the man himself. Every time he came over, youâd make excuses to be around him and your brother, and you remember how heâd always smile at you, include you in conversations even when your brother would groan on about how annoying you were being and try to push you back to your room.
So of course, you developed a crush on him.
As a thirteen year old, you would make up cute little scenarios in your head of how you might confess your crush to Chris, and maybe heâd tell you he always liked you too, or maybe, maybe heâd be the one to confess first, with a bashful, awkward smile, and youâd become boyfriend and girlfriend and live happily ever after.
It didnât take long for you to get over your little fantasies though.
While it hadnât been obvious to you at thirteen, as you grew older, you witnessed the whirlwind that was Chris Sturniolo, the guy who got every girlâs attention, showed them a good time, and then left them in the dust when he got bored, before moving onto the next.
Your brother, bless his soul, did warn you to stay away from Chris. Had tried multiple times, to tell you how much of a player he was, how he just had a rotation of girls ready to go, and was always looking for someone new to ruin.
âHeâs no good,â heâd said. âHeâs my best friend, and heâs like a brother to me, but I wouldnât trust him around you, alone.â
âWhy are you friends with someone like that then?â youâd asked.
Your brother hadnât been able to give you an answer then.
Knowing what you did about Chris didnât get rid of your interest in him though. Youâd long since let go of the silly fantasy of being his girlfriend. It had been a childhood delusion and nothing more, but you still found himâŠintriguing. The way he commanded every room he walked in, the way every girl around him fell to their knees to be able to service him in some way, the way guys hung around him in hopes of having his appeal somehow rub off on them, it fascinated you.
Even more fascinating was how Chris seemed to be so obviously putting up some sort of front. There was an edge to the cool, suave persona he seemed to be parading in for everyone else.
For every person who told you to stay far, far away from Chris, all they did was stoke the little part of you that wanted to see just what he was really like.
Besides, we all know what they say about curious cats; curiosity may kill them, but satisfaction definitely brings them back.
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The party was already in full swing by the time youâd made it through the front door. The entire house was lit with flashing lights, bright and blinding, the music so loud it seemed like it almost thrummed straight through the bodies that surrounded you, almost consuming you and swallowing you into the heart of the party.
A party to celebrate the end of an era, and you turning eighteen.
You hadnât wanted anything crazy, but trust your friends to go behind your back to plan something big.
âIt isnât just your birthday, ya know?â theyâd said. âWeâre finally done with high school!â
It seemed like theyâd invited everyone who was anyone in your town, because you donât even recognize some of the people at the party. Friends of friends of friends, and so on, you guess. Some were your seniors in high school, who had graduated way before you and your friends. It helped that your birthday and graduation coincided with summer break, because it meant a lot of the older kids were back from college for the holidays, which guaranteed the presence of moreâŠdiscreet party favors.
The air was thick with smoke, from weed, tobacco, and god knows what else, the humidity only amplifying the feeling of breathlessness you feel every time youâre in a big crowd. You spot your brother and his group of friends huddled together, taking up a section of one of the big couches, all of them nursing beer bottles. All except one.
Chrisâ eyes are on you the minute you step through the crowd. Unlike all the other guys sitting beside him, he opted out of drinking, and was instead smoking a joint, plumes of smoke slightly obscuring his face. He looked relaxed, leaned back with one arm stretched over the top of the couch, legs spread out. His eyes scan you from head to toe, and you see the way he glides his tongue across his bottom lip before biting into it. Your breath catches in your throat when he slightly shifts his hips, his eyes flitting down and then back up at you, like heâs silently asking you to go sit on his lap. You almost go over to him, slightly swaying on your feet, before you remember where you are and whoâs sitting right next to him. You stand there long enough to see some other girl swoop in and plant herself on his thigh, looping her arms around his neck and leaning close to whisper in his ear.
Your brother spots you just then, and you make a show of pointing a thumb at Chris and rolling your eyes, like youâre not desperately wishing it was you that was on Chrisâ lap, before making your way to the make-shift drink station that had been set up on the dinner table, where you find Matt fixing drinks for his friends and himself.
âHey kid,â he drawls out, bobbing his head to the music, and swaying slightly as he pours drinks for the people around him. âHappy birthday!â
His outburst has everyone nearby yelling out their own wishes, and you thank everyone, accepting side hugs and shoulder pats from a bunch of them. One of them even comments on your outfit, telling you that you looked sexy and asking if you wanted to âhang outâ with him for a bit, with a waggle of his eyebrows.
You look down at yourself, flattening your palms over the black mini skirt you were wearing, the length, obscenely short. Youâd paired it with a black bralette, a cropped mesh top with a watercolor wine print and platform ankle boots. Your friends had helped you with your hair and makeup, and you knew you looked really fucking sexy, if you did say so yourself.
You yell out a quick thanks but decline the offer to hang out, before asking the Matt to pour you a drink. You can still feel Chris staring, but you donât dare look back, because looking back would mean giving in to him. Not yet.
You had a game to play after all.
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Funnily enough, the game between you and Chris had started with a literal game. Specifically, his last lacrosse game for Sommerville High.
You usually didnât care to go to school events, especially to watch a bunch of people play a sport that you didnât understand, but it was also your brotherâs last game that heâd be playing for your high school, so youâd gone to show your support. Your parents had been there too, and theyâd taken a seat next to Chrisâ family.
âOh, this is such a bittersweet moment, isnât it?â you hear Mary Lou ask your mom, who nods solemnly. They strike up a conversation about their kids, how they grow up oh so fast. Itâs funny watching them lean over to talk to each other while Nick sits between them, looking bored out of his mind.
He catches your eye and breaks out into a grin, before politely asking your mom if sheâd like to switch seats with him, which she excitedly accepts.
âNever thought Iâd see you at one of these,â Nick comments as he looks down at the field, eyes searching for his brothers, you assume. âWant some?â
Heâs got a bag of popcorn that he tips your way, and you thank him before grabbing a handful. You make idle conversation for a while, mostly about how he, his brothers and your brother would be graduating soon, and about your classes. You avoid the topic of the triplets ever-growing YouTube channel; you donât need Nick knowing you obsessively watch every video of theirs.
Nick was a welcome presence; where his brother Chris managed to put you on edge and make you feel hyperaware of his presence, Nick was comforting, grounding.
As disinterested as you are in sports, the energy of the field gets to you eventually, your eyes tracking the same three players, 3, 4, 15, Chris, Matt, your brother, over and over, while listening to Nick chime in occasionally about the score. You have enough awareness to pick up on the energy of the crowd, and it looked like the Sommerville players were doing really fucking well. You watch your brother and Matt make a couple of saves, and Chris going full offense by scoring a bunch of points for the team, all while clutching onto Nick as the two of you cheer each time.
Itâs down to the last few minutes of the game, and you watch with bated breath as both teams turn the ball over to score a point or stop the other from scoring.
âWait, whatâs going on?â you ask Nick. With only two minutes left, you notice all the players running to the edge of the field and forming team huddles.
âTimeout,â Nick says before taking a sip of his drink. âCoaches probably want to discuss final strategies with the team, but it wonât make much of a difference at this point. Weâre winning this thing!â
âOh, I seeâŠâ you mutter, and your eyes gravitate towards player number 3. You canât see much of Chrisâs face from this distance, but you watch as he swings an arm over your brotherâs shoulder. His head tips upward slightly, and for a second, you almost feel like heâs looking right up at you, but that would be crazy.
The game is back on, and you watch as your brother immediately springs into action, trying to get the ball that one of the players on the rival team had managed to grab. A shrill whistle blows, and Nick winces beside you.
âShit- whatâs wrong?â
âYour brother just got a foul, kid,â Nick says with a shake of his head. âHe was playing really well though, damn.â
One last minute. You watch as the Sommerville team expertly passes the ball around, going back and forth between a bunch of the guys as the other team tries to bat it from them. You donât even realize youâre holding your breath when you see Chris has the ball now, and with just a few seconds left on the clock, he makes the last score of the game, and the crowd goes fucking wild.
Everything else was a blur after. You remember being ushered onto the field by Nick, your parents joining you as the players all took pictures together, as a team, with their families. You remember seeing Chrisâ eyes widen as he took in your presence, before quickly flashing you his signature smirk.
âLook who decided to finally show up for a school game!â heâd said, arms cross over his chest, and youâd remember feeling small under his gaze, holding onto to Nickâs arm to hold back from flinging yourself at him in front of all these people, in front of your family.
The next few minutes had been spent taking pictures, and there was a particular moment when both your mother and Mary Lou had asked for a big group photo, and thatâs how you found yourself pressed up between Chris and your brother, who had his arm slung over your shoulder. You still remember the way Chrisâ fingers brushed against yours, your breath catching in your throat when, in an extremely bold move, considering you were with your families, heâd linked his pinky with yours.
Thatâs how it had started. Looks exchanged across rooms, stolen touches hidden from everyone elseâs eyes. A pull and push, a game of whoâd break first. It was like something that emboldened Chris that day of the game, and heâd test the limits to what youâd allow him to do to you. The goal for him seemed to be to get you to let down the invisible guard youâd put up whenever he was around, to get you to admit something even you werenât aware of. Your goal was to get your fill of Chris in hopes of satiating whatever curiosity and hunger you had for him before you had to watch him with some other girl as soon as he got bored with you.
There were nights after that game when heâd come over to your house to hang out with your brother when Chris would sneak into your room, under the pretense of going to the bathroom or to grab a snack.
It was during those nights that youâd exchange rushed, heated kisses, Chris grabbing onto your waist while you clutched at his shoulders, pulling him close before quickly pushing him away, breathless. Heâd swipe his tongue across his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it, fighting back the grin that threatened to take over his face.
âGo out with me,â Chris had asked one night, leaning against your dresser and fiddling with the rings youâd left there from earlier that day.
âNo, Chris,â you had replied, already back to reading the book heâd pushed out of the way when heâd crawled over you to kiss you. You tried to ignore the way your lips feel swollen and bruised from where heâd bitten them.
âI don't know why youâre playing so hard to get,â he said with her arms crossed over this chest, his lips quirked up in his signature smirk. âYou clearly want me- why not date me?â
You can't help but let out a chuckle at that.
âWhat?â
âEveryone and their mother knows youâre not the dating kind, Chrisâ you said, with a tight smile. âYouâre going to bail the minute it gets too real, before going with one of the other girls in your roster.â
The silence that follows makes you look up from your book, and Chris is watching you with a look you canât comprehend.
âTouchĂ©. So youâre good with being one of my girls then? I just donât want you to come crying to me later saying you were hoping Iâd be your boyfriend or some shit.â
You roll your eyes, hating the way his words made you feel. It was pathetic, chasing after crumbs, knowing you wouldnât get anything more. You knew what you were getting into, and you werenât expecting anything more. but it still made you feel like a fool.
âBy the way,â Chris begins to speak, arms crossed tightly across his chest, his shoulders stiff. âThe only reason I bail-â he says the word with a harsh tone youâd never heard from him before, â-is because all of you seem to have already set your minds on being with me for one thing, and one thing only. Not that Iâm too mad about it.â
Heâs scowling now, and you see the muscles in his jaw flex, like heâs gritting his teeth. He was definitely mad, about what exactly, you werenât so sure.
âWhat do you mean?â youâd asked, but Chris was already walking out of your room.
Youâd spent the rest of the night wondering what had gotten Chris angry. There was a part of you, the one that really, really enjoyed Chrisâ attention, that was worried youâd pushed him away, but a bigger part of you wondered if this was for the best. Youâd gotten more than youâd ever imagined from him, and it was probably best to leave it at this before you ended up getting swept up inâŠhim.
It didn't matter in the end, because that same night, after making a show of leaving out the front door to go back home, heâd snuck back into your room through your window and spent an hour leaving harsh kisses and bites on your lips, your neck and your collarbones.
He was clearly taking out his frustration from earlier on you, his fingers gripping at your waist and thighs as he pressed your body down onto your bed with this own.
He took, and took. Took your breath away with his kisses, took your wrists in his hands, grip tight as he held them down on either side of your head, all while laying claim on you and your body. Just like you wanted him to.
Realizations were made that night, because as soon as Chris had gotten his fill and left, youâd made yourself cum, over and over, as you imagined him being rougher with you, laying his claim on you with harsher, more painful touches to your body.
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Parties like these really werenât your scene, but you did enjoy being a fly on the wall, observing all the people around. Drunk teens and young adults giving into more baser instincts, their judgement clouded by the various substances theyâd consumed. Some were loud and brazen, engaging in risquĂ© activities right where everyone could see them, some hidden in dark corners, making out with each other.
Youâre still nursing your first drink, letting it pull you into a tipsy haze, and you vaguely register the guy standing beside you talking about something you had absolutely no interest in. Heâs got one arm against the wall as he leans into your personal space, his lips close to your ear as he speaks, to make sure you can hear him over the loud music. You let out noncommittal hums and nod occasionally to seem like youâre listening, but your eyes are trained on Chris and the girl whoâs currently sitting on his lap, a different girl from the one you saw when you first walked in, grinding down on him.
Just as Chris turns his head in your direction, you turn your head towards the guy next to you, bringing your free hand to his and pulling it to rest on your waist. You smile up at him and laugh at a joke heâd just made, something incredibly unfunny and slightly problematic even, before telling him you were going to go grab another drink.
You head into the kitchen, where you get pulled into a conversation with a couple of your former classmates. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chris slip into the kitchen as well, before he squeezes past you. What no one sees is the way his hand lingers on your lower back as he moves past, dipping low to grab your ass, before quickly moving to the group of people that were also in the room, slinging his arms over the shoulders of two guys before delving into a loud discussion about this seasons lacrosse game.
Heat blooms across your face, and you bite your lower lip to keep from shouting across the kitchen at Chris to just fuck you already, because that wasnât the plan. You had to have more control than that now, because this was the only time youâd have it tonight.
Your mind wanders back to the several texts youâd exchanged with Chris over the years, after youâd first started yourâŠdalliance with him. They were sparse, you mostly kept your conversations minimal over text, but there had been one night last year, when you hadnât been able to sleep and had found yourself sending the one text you thought youâd never send to Chris.
> i need something
Youâd immediately regretted it. You thought youâd worded it in such a way that you could pass it off, pretend it didnât happen, or that it was meant for someone else, but you knew Chris would be able to tell exactly what you meant. He would be able to figure out everything youâd thought of him since the past year, every dirty thought, every horny fantasy youâve had since you first started letting him kiss and touch you, only ever with your clothes on, nothing that progressed past heavily making out and groping each other, leaving you panting and breathless, and him hard.
It was 2 a.m. on a Thursday night and your text could only mean one thing.
Youâd put your phone down, trying to go to sleep, hoping that, come morning, if Chris did reply to you, you could pretend you had sent it by mistake, but the anxiousness you felt made you pick your phone back up, and you saw it, the three dots that meant Chris was typing a response.
> U need to go to sleep
That would have been the responsible thing to do. You imagined being bolder, but you were only sixteen, and you had no experience flirting with guys, especially with guys like Chris, so youâd sent off a quick text apologizing, and telling him it was meant for someone else.
> Is that true? Who was it meant for?
> goodnight chris
> Tell me who
> no
> Need is a strong word, almost sounded like u wanted some late night lovinâ
You donât think, you couldnât think, not with the way your blood rushing in your ears makes you feel slightly faint, and before you know it, you reply with-
> well i feel strongly about it
> Strong feelings can be dangerous
> i want something dangerous
You were being honest. Chris was dangerous. This was dangerous.
> Want? Or need?
> need
There was a long pause, no ellipses indicating Chris was texting back, and for a moment, you think heâd abandoned you, that he was probably texting the many other, more experienced, girls he could be with.
> Dont fall asleep yet. Iâll be there in a bit.
> okay
> So the text WAS meant for me then
> shut up
> :P
The abrupt shift in tone of the conversation had made you giggle a bit, but you remember how youâd waited with bated breath for Chris to show up outside your window, before letting him into your room.
Chris had spent those early morning hours teasing you with his mouth and hands, whispering dirty little things into your ears, coaxing your needs out of you, demanding you tell him exactly what you meant with that text, with one hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you feel breathless but not take away your ability to breathe, because you told him you wanted it, while the other one dipped down into your underwear.
Youâre so fucking responsive, even to the slightest touch, heâd said. Everyone thinks youâre such a good girl, but here you are, sneaking around with your brotherâs best friend, what would everyone think?
Youâd let your body melt under his touch, letting him envelope you with his touch, his words, his scent.
I think about how youâd look with my cock inside you. I think about tasting you. I think about holding you down and fucking you until you canât hold back your sweet little moans. God, youâre so fucking desperate for my dick, arenât you?
And you were, you really fucking were, because no matter how much you pretended to be unfazed by him and his touch, the truth of the matter was, every moment you spent with him was followed by you locked up in your room with your fingers desperately pumping in and out of you, imagining how he would fuck you if you actually let him, how heâd open you up and push his dick into you, how youâd be so full of him.
That was the first night heâd touched you, really touched you, the first night youâd cum from fingers that werenât your own.
A loud laugh accompanied by a friendly slap on the shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts, and you let out a weak chuckle as your friends remark on how out of it you seem, even though youâve only had one drink. You look up to see Chris looking back at you over his shoulder, and when you meet his eyes, he jerks his head up slightly, and you know exactly what heâs trying to indicate.
Come upstairs.
Your eyes widen and you shake your head as imperceptibly as you can, even though youâre going to do exactly what he wanted, and you see how it gets him excited, because Chris liked being teased, liked how you played so hard to get, and you loved playing it up, acting all coy and innocent when both of you knew otherwise.
You tell your friends you need some fresh air, but instead of making your way out to the backyard, you slowly make your way upstairs, pushing past people and hoping to all powers above that there was at least one room that wasnât occupied.
You take your time checking every room on the floor, opening doors to people in various stages of undress, quickly yelling out apologies before moving to the next, until finally, you come to a door furthest from the stairs leading up to the floor. It was quieter here, the music from downstairs was almost muffled. You press an ear to the door, and when you donât hear any noises from the other side, you excitedly turn the handle to open the door, but it doesnât budge.
Locked. Fuck.
Just as youâre about to turn away, you feel a presence right behind you, the heat of a body. The strong scent of weed washes over you as hands come up to rest on your hips, before warm lips brush over the shell of your ear.
âLook what we have here,â Chris whispers in a teasing tone, sending a tingle up your spine, making your skin break out in goosebumps. You shiver slightly as his arms encircle you, before he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking down at the door knob.
âItâs locked,â you whisper back, your hands coming up to hold onto his forearms.
âI know,â he mumbles, before holding out one of his hands, and you see a set of keys.
âGo on,â Chris says, nuzzling into your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your burning hot skin. You quickly grab the keys and fumble with the lock as Chrisâ hands wander down between your thighs, grabbing onto them as he presses into you from behind. You feel his length, not hard yet, but still hard to ignore, and the possibilities of how tonight is going to go has your head reeling.
You finally get the door open, and you stumble inside, Chris not far behind. You watch as he grabs the key out of the lock, before following you in and locking the door from inside this time.
You have half the mind to ask him how he got the keys to the door, how he thought of keeping it locked, but all that goes out of your head when he swivels you around and pushes you up against the wall, one hand cradling your head as his lips descend on yours. His fingers grip the hair at the base of your neck and pull, making your head tip back and you gasp as both pain and pleasure bloom and settle low in your stomach, your thighs clenching, and he takes that as invitation to lick his way into your mouth, his tongue fighting and very quickly winning for dominance. Your knees almost buckle from the intensity of it all, from just how turned on you are.
Here you were, with Chris Sturniolo, your brotherâs best friend, pulling at your hair, grabbing you so hard youâre sure youâll have bruises on your hips and thighs by morning. It was a heady feeling, being wanted, and being wanted by Chris was like experiencing the best high from the best drugs.
Chris lets go of your hair to grab onto your hips, pulling your waist away from the wall and grinding you against him, like you were just here to help him get off, and it still surprises you, how much it turns you on. The thought of being just a body to be used, a body that Chris owns and controls.
Your hands find purchase in his hair as you gasp under the assault of his mouth on yours, his teeth biting into your lower lip and pulling, before going back to twisting his tongue with yours. Itâs a messy kiss, rough and just painful enough that it has you wet and dripping. You feel the way your underwear sticks to your folds, and the patheticness of your own arousal turns you on even more.
Chrisâs hands snake up your stomach under your top, making it bunch up right below your neck. His gaze is heated as his eyes rove over your body, before heâs pulling your bralette down, and the fabric of it bunches up tight below your breasts, pushing them up further into Chrisâ face. He takes no time before licking and sucking on your nipples, groaning as he grinds his growing erection against your thigh.
âChris- please, please-â you whine, body writhing under his attention, hips bucking as you try and find some relief.
âStay still,â Chris says, and it almost sounds like a growl, which has the opposite effect to what was intended. Your moans get louder and he bites your nipple, your chest arching off the wall.
Chris straightens up, one of his hands coming up to smack you on the cheek before grabbing you by the chin, forcing your head back against the wall.
âStay. Still.â
The slap had been more shocking than painful, but it still turns you on, just how rough Chris is being with you right now, and you think about how much rougher you hope it gets.
Chris peers down at you, his grip on your chin relentless. âWill you stay still and quiet?â
You nod against his grip, teeth sinking into your lower lip to hold back a whine.
âGood girl,â he says, thumb stroking your lips before pushing into your mouth. You instantly wrap your lips around it, tongue laving at the tip of it before sucking it deeper into your mouth. You see Chrisâ pupils dilate as he watches you, mouth falling open slightly as he heaves deep breaths in and out.
âTake off your panties,â he says as he pulls his thumb away, swiping it over your nipple. He chuckles as you jerk away from the cold, wet touch. His fingers flutter over your skin as you quickly shove your underwear down your legs, and you think about kicking them away, but Chris holds out his hand.
Oh.
You hand over your underwear, soaked from your arousal, to Chris, who pockets it with a smirk.
âHm, good girl,â Chris mutters, before patting the side of your leg. âSpread your legs.â
You peer up at him through your eyelashes as you spread your legs apart and the cold air in the room hits your heated core, making you quiver.
Chris doesnât take his time. His body presses up against you as he brings a hand up your skirt and to your core, two fingers sweeping through your folds to gather the wetness that was dripping out of you before pumping them in and out of you, each thrust of his fingers punching a gasp out of you.
The room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of Chrisâ fingers squelching in and out of you, and he adds a third finger, twisting and spreading them inside you to stretch you out.
âFuck, Chris, I need you-â you moan, your hips rolling and pushing down to meet Chrisâ fingers. You bare your throat to him as he presses his nose to the spot under your ear, his teeth scraping down your throat. His fingers continue pumping into you, pressing repeatedly at the spongy bundle of nerves that had you clenching around them, and thatâs how he gives you your first orgasm of the night.
âYouâre such a slut for me, arenât you?â Chris asks, nipping at your jaw. âLook at how fucking wet you are.â
He steps back and holds up his fingers, glistening from the wetness, and spreads them apart, and you see the strings of your fluids clinging between his fingers, some of it dripping down onto his palm. Your breath catches in your throat when Chris brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and moaning at your taste. Heâd done this before, when heâd fingered you, and it made you squirm each time, seeing this visual confirmation that he enjoyed your taste.
Your eyes flick down to Chrisâ crotch, where you see the clear outline of his hard dick, and you realize that this is the first time youâre actually going to have a dick inside you. You remember the first time youâd seen it when youâd asked him if you could suck him off, and heâd had you kneel for him, before pulling it out of his sweatpants and feeding it into your mouth, guiding your head up and down his length, before heâd eventually just jerked off and cum all over your face.
You watch him as he pulls it out now, and you canât explain how oddly attractive his penis is. You didnât think youâd find a penis attractive, but Chrisâ was. It was long and thick, but not too thick, and it curved slightly to the left. It was ruddy now, from all the blood that had rushed down to it and the head of his dick glistened from the precum that was beading and dripping out of his slit. Chris wraps his hand around it, stroking it slowly to gather his precum and slick it up.
You make a move to step towards him, thinking heâll move things to the bed, but Chris grabs your hips and turns you to face the wall before lining his body against yours, pushing you into the wall, with your face turned sideways, your cheek pressed down against the cold surface. You hear the telltale sounds of a condom wrapper being torn open and rubber being stretched over skin.
You look back at Chris, eyebrows furrowing, as he hikes your skirt up your ass, lining his cock up against you and grinding it between your cheeks.
âYouâve been waiting for this, havenât you?â Chris whispers in your ear, his hand coming up to circle your throat, pushing up to tip your head against his shoulder. You feel his other hand reach down between the two of you, before guiding his dick into you, and your eyes flutter close when the tip slides through your folds to push into you, stretching you. Chris keeps his grip on your throat tight, and braces his other arm against the wall right beside your head.
Your body opens up for him, accepting him into you, as Chris sets a brutal pace, his dick driving in and out of you, leaving you breathless.
âChris- oh god, f-fuck, ngh-â you whimper, your hands scrambling to grab onto him, one hand clutching at his bicep, while the other comes up to grip the wrist of the hand that is squeezing your throat. âHarder, please- fuck, fuck, fuck- choke me harder-â
âSuch a fucking slut, what would everyone think if they knew you were up here begging me to choke you, huh?â Chris rasps out against your temple. âWhat would your brother think?â
You clench around him, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continues restricting your airflow, arousal and shame making your blood run hot in equal measure.
âYou love being split open on my cock, donât ya? Your pussy is fucking dripping around it,â he grunts, punctuating his words with harder thrusts into you, the head of his dick hitting the bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars.
âYes, yes, yes-â you chant, legs quivering as you gush around Chrisâ dick. âIâm gonna cum-â
âYeah? Cum on my dick, câmon,â Chris rasps, the hand that was braced against the wall moving to rub against your clit, making you buck up against him. âFuck, youâre so fucking tight still.â
His fingers rub furious circles over your clit, which has you clenching rhythmically around him, and it doesnât take long before you cum around Chrisâ cock, the force of your orgasm wracking through your body and making you quiver violently.
Chris keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own orgasm, and youâre hit with that thought again, of being owned and controlled by Chris, because it was the truth, wasnât it? He hadnât even bothered to get either of you fully undressed, hadnât taken you to bed, because you were just a means to a satisfying end, a warm body that accepted his rough, painful, attention.
And you loved it.
All you hear are the sounds of skin slapping skin and Chrisâ grunts and moans over your own punched out whimpers, and now Chris has both his hands on your hips, gripping them hard as he pulls you back onto his dick, his blunt nails digging into your skin and leaving a delicious burn. You donât know how long it lasts, but eventually Chris comes with a muffled cry, biting into your clothed shoulder as he fills the condom.
âFuck,â you breath out, slumping forward against the wall, wincing when Chris pulls out, before bringing two fingers up to glide through your folds, still wet, but now also puffy and raw from the constant rubbing.
Chris guides you towards the bed, and you hold onto him because your legs wonât stop shaking. He helps you fix your clothes, pulling your bralette and top back down your torso and smoothing your skirt down your thighs. He tucks his dick back into his pants before disappearing out of the room with the used, and now tied-up, condom in hand.
You sit on the edge of the bed, dazed and out of breath still, and Chris comes back a few seconds later with a wet towel which he gently swipes between your legs, while kneeling before you, letting out a chuckle and a sheepish âsorryâ when you wince and jerk away from the cold and rough towel.
Chris stands back up, and goes to say something when his phone buzzes. He looks down at it, letting out a low whistle at whatever message heâd just received.
âIâve gotta go,â Chris says, his thumbs flying over his keyboard as he types out messages.
âOne of your girls?â
âHuh? Yeah,â Chris says distractedly, before tucking his phone into his pocket. âYou going to be okay?â
âMhmm.â
âAlright, happy birthday againâ Chris says, bending forward to place a quick kiss to your cheek before patting the top of your head and leaving.
You flopped back onto the bed, sighing as you push your hair out of your face, your legs rubbing together to try and warm yourself up in the now too-cold room. And it was only then that you realize that Chris had left with your underwear.
Fuck.
> you have my underwear asshole
His reply came much later that night, after youâd already gotten home, using a pair of cycling shorts youâd snagged from the closet in the room Chris had left you in and bunching them up under your skirt to make do as underwear for the rest of the night.
> Oops
authorâs note: idek if i like this one y'all (: likes, comments and reblogs r much appreciated <3
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