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clownstillwritesfanfic · 27 days ago

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Three’s Company - Wednesday Addams x Joel Glicker x Fem!Reader

Summary: As Becky’s daughter from a previous marriage, you’re forced to spend your summers at Camp Chipewa. This year, your long time friend (and crush) Joel Glicker has been forced to attend. He’s got eyes for the new girl, and you’re not one to fight for a boys attention. Will you make friends with the strange girl, or will you envy her?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 9,183

Warnings: underage smoking, thinly veiled racism, mostly canon compliant, slow burn, unrequited love (but not actually), full on spoilers for Addams Family Values, friends to lovers, bisexual reader, bisexual wednesday

Disclaimer: Reader is meant to be the same age as Wednesday and Joel. Trans fem, poc, and plus size reader friendly. You are Becky’s biological daughter but I didn’t specify any defining characteristics nor anything about the bio dad. If you feel like I’m wrong please feel free to tell me. I had a big ol crush on these two as a kid and after learning Joel is played by the same guy that plays Bernard, another childhood crush, I knew I had to write something for my younger self.

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The year was 1993 and it was summer once again. Unfortunately for you, that meant the next few months would be spent cleaning up Camp Chippewa owned by your mother and step father and then “helping” the campers have a good time. Yeah, right. For years your mom and Gary have tried to get you to be a camp counsellor, but you would rather be burned at the stake. You think they’ve given up, thinking you’re in your “moody teenager” phase and will grow to love the place. Fat chance. This place has been your prison since you were young.

The camp had finally opened and the campers and their parents starts pouring in. Old friends greeted each other again as you sat on a stump near by smoking a cigarette. You actually hated cigarettes, the taste and the smell was disgusting to you but it pissed Gary and your mom off and that’s more satisfying. You planned on only smoking of a while but unfortunately, you got hooked. You knew it wasn’t fair to the other kids to be around that but they were all spoiled little rich brats anyway.

Speaking of, you watched as Amanda Buckman introduced herself to a young girl and her family all dressed in black. You had been watching them for a while, you liked their style and thought they were odd against the sea of pastels.

Amanda was definitely your mom and Gary’s favourite. You could tell they wished she was their daughter instead of you and she ate that up. Whatever, they’re all shallow and boring anyway.

“Why do you look like that?” You heard Amanda sneer. God, you could just punch her.

“Like what?” The daughter of the family responded.

“Like you’re going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?” It’s called ‘being cool’, Amanda. Look it up. You rolled your eyes as you took another drag of your cigarette, finishing it off before dropping it on the ground and stepping on it to put it out.

“Wait.” The girl replied, almost threateningly.

You snorted as you passed by them and said under your breath. “God, I hope it’s me.”

You could hear Amanda’s parents start to introduce themselves as you walked away. You noticed a familiar face in the crowd and made your way towards them, your spirits lifting knowing you won’t be alone this year.

Before you could reach them, your hand was grabbed by your mother and she turned you around and forced you to stay put, one of the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen on her face. It also held a secret warning ‘don’t embarrass us’.

Gary blew that god awful whistle which made you want to rip it from him and throw it in the lake. Everyone quieted down and turned towards you. God, this is torture.

“Attention! Hey, listen up everybody! I’m Gary Granger!”

“And I’m Becky-Martin Granger! And this is our daughter, (Y/N) Martin-Granger.” She held your shoulders to keep you still as you scowled. “(Y/N) Martin…” you huffed, causing your mom to tighten her grip on you as a warning while everyone clapped.

“We’re the owners and directors here at Camp Chippewa. America’s foremost facility for, privileged young adults!” Gary explained. More like privileged little white middle class kids…

“And we’re all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!” Your mom squawked next to me.

“Because that’s what being privileged is all about!” Gary finished for her and they started clapping and jumping like toddlers. They were so delusional.

As everyone started going back to greeting their friends and talking, You slinked away from your mom and Gary and went over to where you were trying to go in the first place.

He seemed distracted as his parents fussed over him, his inhaler hanging out of his gaping mouth. “Joel?” You managed to snap him out of his daze and he looked over at you.

“(Y/N)! Hi. I-I forgot your parents owned this place.” He nervously stuttered. He always was shy and anxious, that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

“Wish I could say the same. Hello Mr. And Mrs. Glicker.” You addressed his parents.

“Hello…” Mrs. Glicker reluctantly replied. You’ve known the Glickers for years. Pretty much since you were a kid. You go to the same school as Joel and you were in the same class a few times in a row. You became pretty good friends pretty quickly and you started to harbour a little crush on the boy. His parents liked you when you were younger, but now that you’re older you think they disapprove of how you live and act but they also don’t want to ban Joel from seeing you due to him not having many friends. It’s just been you and Joel for years.

“Come on, Joel. I’ll show you around. It’s not gonna be as unbearable now that you’re here.” You smiled at him and lead him away from his overbearing parents.

“Hey…do you…know who that girl in all black was?” Joel nervously asked as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Uhhhh…” You tried to think back on who he may have been talking about and remembered the family that stuck out like a sore thumb. “Oh! Uh no, I don’t know her name but I know who you’re talking about. Why?” You had a feeling you knew why, but you wanted him to say it.

“Oh uh…” He hunched in on himself, something he does often. “Well I just…oh it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You like her don’t you. You think she’s cute.” You elbow him playfully. You didn’t get a good look at her but she seems to be close in age to you and she definitely wasn’t ugly.

“She’s not cute! She’s…she’s beautiful.”

That stung a little, not going to lie. But…you’re not going to fight for the attention of a man of all things.

Gary was out on the dock with a group of campers split into boys and girls. Wednesday, as you soon learned her name, and her brother Pugsley were the ones that stood out the most with their black swimsuits as per usual. Joel…well Joel looked like an idiot sported a huge mask and snorkel along with those huge flippers on his feet.

You were sat too far away on shore to hear what he was saying but suddenly Amanda jumped in the water and started flailing about and screaming for help in the most fake way possible.

You needed a cigarette.

As you got up and left, Joel watched you from the dock, feeling a little dejected that you left. Wednesday cocked an eyebrow in interest.

You were laying in your very uncomfortable bed as the girls told ghost stories. They had no idea what real horror was. They’d probably cry during a Halloween movie.

The girls let out a fake scream at Amanda’s shitty storytelling before she set the flashlight on Wednesday who was laying in her bed reading a book. How she could read that in the dark you couldn’t figure out.

“This is dumb.” She said, uninterested.

“Well if you can’t do it…” the blonde teased.

Wednesday shut her book and sat up, facing the others. “And so the next night, the ghost returned to the haunted cabin. And he said to the campers ‘None of you really believe in me. So I’ll have to prove my power.’ And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.”

You jumped as the girls started screaming bloody murder. You laughed at their horror of a rhinoplasty being undone. How pathetic.

Wednesday glanced over at you, amused that someone saw the dark humour in her story.

The next morning before breakfast, everyone was dressed and talking amongst themselves.

The door to the cabin opened and in walked Pugsley who immediately went for Wednesday’s bed in the corner.

“What are you doing in here?” Amanda screeched. “Get out! This is the girls cabin!”

“Shut up. He’s allowed to visit his sister.” You used your authority for once to make her drop it as you flicked your lighter open and closed.

Wednesday silently appreciated it as Amanda huffed.

About 10 minutes later the door opens once again with Gary coming through with Becky behind him.

“Mail call!” He announced. “Addams.” He handed Wednesday a letter.

“Barkley, Castleman, Callaway, Dexter, Dunman, Edwards, Evans, Finley, Fischer” Becky listed off.

“Oh no.” Wednesday stood up.

“What is it?” Pugsley asked.

You glanced over at them.

“This is unspeakable.”

“Is something wrong Wednesday? Bad news?” Your mom exaggerated a frown.

“This is the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of human events…” She turned to her brother. “Uncle Fester is getting married.”

“A wedding? But that’s great news!” Gary chimed in.

“Speak for yourself, homewrecker.” You whispered to yourself.

“To who?” Amanda sat up.

“The nanny.”

“Get out of the cabin!” She stood up. “I mean, I’d kill myself. The help?!” Holy shit you wanted to punch her.

“I’m sure she’s a very nice lady.” Becky said, although you could tell she agreed with Amanda.

“I think that’s disgusting.” The girl sneered. “I think their whole family’s like some weird medical experiment. I think they’re like, circus people.”

“Amanda!” You quickly sat up and shouted at her. Your mom made a face at you and made a gesture for you to calm down.

“What did you say?” Pugsley got defensive and stepped forward.

“Campers!” Becky yelled out and clapped to get everyone’s attention. “Group hug!” Everyone got out of their bunks and went to Becky and Gary to join in. Gary and your mom looked over at you expectantly.

“If you touch me, I’ll stab you.” You said as you had laid back down and were filing your nails.

Gary grimaced as your mom glared at you before they turned their attention to the Addams kids.

“Wednesday…” Gary broke from the group hug and made his way over to the two. “Pugsley…will a hug hurt us?”

“We don’t hug.” Wednesday replied.

“Ohh they’re just shy.” Becky reasoned.

“We’re not shy.” Pugsley started.

“We’re contagious.” Wednesday ended.

Gary and Becky retracted their hands awkwardly.

“I’m sensing some friction here. Something not quite Chippewa.” Gary said as a few of the girls nodded and agreed verbally. “But hey no problemo! All they need are good friends, good fun, and a little time in the Harmony Hut.”

Oh god…the Harmony Hut.

After the siblings were shown to the Harmony Hut you decided to go after them. You made your way to the small cabin away from everyone else, cigarette lit between your lips. You were going to need it if you were going back there.

When you finally got there, you dropped your cigarette and extinguished it. Before you could open the door, you heard screaming.

You quickly opened the door and looked to your left where Joel was pressed against the wall screaming in terror at a Michael Jackson poster on the opposite wall.

“Joel!” You hit his shoulder trying to get his attention. “Relax! It’s not like he’s actually here.”

Joel finally managed to calm down and reached in his pocket and pulled out his inhaler. You rolled your eyes and gently patted his back.

“What are you in for?” Wednesday asked as if she already asked this question.

“Nothing. I came here on my own free will.” You walked over to the white wicker seat that didn’t have a bunch of stuffed animals on it and sat down, spreading your legs and leaning back as you crossed your arms.

You looked around the place, a wave of nostalgia coming back. It held some good memories, but was also where a lot of trauma happened.

When you were younger, younger than the average campers age, your mom didn’t know what to do with you. She didn’t want to look after you and there wasn’t anyone else to watch you and she didn’t trust nanny’s. So, she had oh so graciously let you stay in the Harmony Hut. That’s mostly why it was so childish inside and why all the movies were Disney. You spent your whole summer in this cabin. Left alone for hours on end, only seeing someone if it was your mom or Gary coming to bring fetch you for mealtimes or if they stuck a “disobedient” kid inside with you. Most of the time those kids were nice and just misunderstood. It wasn’t until you were older that you were allowed to roam the campground freely if you promised to help out. You were excited at first, but quickly realized how awful your mom and Gary had been treating some of the kids that “weren’t normal”. Funny how they always ended up being the fat, non-white, non-able bodied, lower income kids. That really ticked you off. And anytime you tried to bring up their prejudices, they would brush you off and say you were too young to understand. That’s when you started to become defiant. And that’s when you started looking out of the little guys, the weirdos, the misfits. That’s why you had to watch over Joel. You knew he was going to be eaten alive.

“Why?” asked Pugsley.

“To watch you suffer…and to make sure Joel doesn’t go crazy.” You replied.

“We won’t suffer.” Wednesday retorts.

“Oh no? Why’s that?”

“We’re Addamses!” Pugsley grins.

“Right….” You flopped your head back.

After a few minutes of silence Wednesday spoke up. “Are they really your parents?”

“What?” I lifted my head and looked at her.

“Gary and Becky. At orientation they said you’re their daughter. Is that really true?”

You sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Well, Becky is my biological mother. Gary is my step dad.”

“What happened to your actual dad?” Pugsley asked.

“I don’t know. I was an accident. My mother is too pro-life and refused to abort me. Although I think I would have preferred that. She never talks about him so I have no idea who he is or how to find him. Gary came into the picture and married my mom when I was 4. I never did like him. Life was alright until he came around.”

Joel fidgeted from his seat, he had taken the stuffed bears out of the other chair and threw them on the floor so he could sit down. He knew how much you didn’t like to talk about them.

“Speaking of marriage. Your uncle and the nanny, huh? That’s interesting.” You changed the topic.

“It’s awful.” Wednesday corrected.

“Right.” You sighed.

“(Y/N). (Y/N)!” Someone was shaking you awake.

“Ugh…what?” You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder, it was close to bedtime for the campers but you had fallen asleep sooner. You saw Amanda hovering over you.

“The weird kids and that nerd boy are trying to break out.” She snitched.

“So? Good for them.” You turned back around and closed your eyes.

“Ugh! You’re no help. I’m telling Beck and Gary.” She stomped off with her entourage of blondes.

You sighed and decided to get up and see what was going on, at least for Joel’s sake. The Addams kids could probably handle themselves.

You finally caught up to group as they were getting chastised.

“I have allergies.” Joel whimpered. Damn it…he was cute.

“Oh you’re allergic?” Becky mocked. “To sunshine, and archery, and crafts?” God she pissed you off. She knew he had actual allergies.

“Yes.” Joel snapped back. You had to hold back a snort.

“I think they should be punished.” Amanda smirked. “Punished! Punished! Punished!” She chanted, which caused other kids to step in.

“No! NO! We are not here to punish.” Becky corrected. “We are here to inspire.” She put her arm around Amanda’s shoulders.

“Campers…do you know what I think our little ninja friends here need?” Gary asked the group. “Do you know what just might turn their sad and potentially wasted little lives right on around?”

“What?” Joel asked timidly and he moved from side to side.

Gary was handed a guitar and he strummed a tune before everyone started to sing ‘Kumbaya’. You immediately turned around and left. They were on their own now.

It was later in the night, you were unable to go back to sleep so you decided to have one last cigarette for the night. You really needed to quit but damn did it help.

You were walking around close to the lake. It was always quiet and peaceful at night. You noticed Wednesday never returned to the cabin. You suspected another trip to the Harmony Hut. That was, until you saw her, or at least the silhouette of her sat on a bench looking towards the lake next to Joel. You could faintly hear their conversation.

“Are you really allergic?” She inquired.

“Uh huh. To almost everything.” He replied

“No, you’re not.” She challenged.

“Am, too!” He defended. “I can’t have dairy products, or wear wool, or drink fluoridated water. Do you know what happens if my mom uses a fabric softener?” His mom had to be some kind of hypochondriac because you really don’t think he’s allergic to everything.

“What?” Wednesday asks.

“I die!” Joel says dramatically.

You watch as Wednesday scoots over to sit closer to him and sigh as you drop your cigarette on the ground and put it out before walking back to the cabin.

This sucks. But if she wants him, she can have him. She seems cool enough anyway, and Joel really likes her. It’s not worth getting in a petty cat fight over.

It was the next day and you were avoiding everyone. You didn’t even eat breakfast or lunch. You actually went back to the Harmony Hut since you knew no one would find you there. You had to mope around and mourn any chance you may have had with Joel. The sooner you do that. The sooner you can get over him.

You decided to cheer yourself up by getting back at that little blonde brat for all the shit she’s pulled so far.

You walked deep through the forest, a basket and thick rubber gloves on your hands. You saw what you were looking for just up ahead. Poison Ivy bushes.

You were covered to protect yourself from plant as you harvested some of the leaves, putting them in your basket. Once you had enough you stood up and stretched before picking up the basket, holding it in your elbow.

“What are you doing?” A monotone voice called out behind you causing you to jump and turn around.

“Jesus, Wednesday. You nearly scared me to death.” You huffed.

“Pity. That would’ve been a good show.” She tried to joke.

You huffed a laugh and answered her question. “I was picking Poison Ivy.”

“What for?”

“I’m going to rub it all over Amanda’s bed. Want to help me?” You asked.

Wednesday gave something sort of a small smile and nodded.

You both walked back to camp in silence until you spoke up. “So…you and Joel, huh?”

“What about him?”

“You like him.”

“I don’t hate him. But I don’t hate you either.” She clarifies.

“I don’t hate you either. I think you’re odd, but I like that. You’re different from everyone else and I enjoy it.” You smile.

“Thank you. I asked him to come with me to my Uncle Fester’s wedding. I have a pass and I’m allowed one guest.”

“I see. Well I hope you have fun. Or well…I suppose you won’t. So I hope you’re extremely unhappy.” I chuckle.

Wednesday smiles slightly at your understanding of her feelings. “You can come too if you’d like. Pugsley is allowed one guest too and he hasn’t chosen one yet.”

“Oh! I…I wouldn’t want to impose…” you stuttered. You were flattered that she offered it in the first place.

“You won’t be. No one will mind. They’re very understanding.” She assured.

“Thank you…” You both walked in silence a bit longer before Wednesday broke it this time.

“You like him don’t you?”

“Who?” You asked, although you had an idea who she was referring to.

“Joel.”

“Oh…um…well yes. He’s my friend. Has been for a very long time. Of course I like him.” You tried to deflect.

“You know what I mean.”

You sigh. “Yes…I do like him. I have for a while now. But it’s ok. I know he likes you and you like him as well. I’m not going to fight for his attention, he made his choice and I respect it. And if he were to have a crush on anyone, I’m glad it’s you.”

Wednesday felt this strange feeling inside. She didn’t know what it was and she hated it. It felt weird. She respected your stance on the situation though.

It was the day of the Addams wedding. You were shocked that your mom actually let you go. Anything to get you away from her you guess.

Luckily you had an appropriate dress for the occasion, even luckier, you were encouraged to wear black which took up most of your wardrobe.

You sat next to Joel, who had put on a yarmulke for the occasion. He rarely ever wears it so you often forget he’s Jewish.

Wednesday walked down the aisle first, throwing dead flower petals on the ground followed by her brother holding a pillow which had a severed hand holding the ring on it. You wondered if that was a real hand.

Your answer came soon enough when it moved on its own which surprised you. But looking around at the family gathered around….You shouldn’t have been.

The only one that stuck out among the crowd of odd people dressed in black was the bride herself. Debbie you believe her name was. She wore a classic white wedding dress and she looked stunning.

As odd as everyone seemed to be…you really enjoyed being there. You loved how weird everyone was. You even got to meet Wednesday and Pugsley’s parents and wow…they were both so attractive.

You loved how attentive and loving they were to each other. You could feel the passion and respect radiating off of them. It made you yearn for a family as fun and accepting as this one.

The time came for the bouquet toss and you got lumped together with the other ladies although you had no interest. They fought over the pile of flowers before it was revealed that Wednesday had caught it.

“Now you have to get married.” Joel looked nervous.

“It’s not binding.” Wednesday replied, actually sounding a little embarrassed.

When the wedding was over, Joel and I were allowed to stay the night and Mr. And Mrs. Addams were gracious enough to give us our own rooms.

You were sat on the bed that was surprisingly comfortable despite looking all beat up. You were thinking back on how different your life could’ve been if you had a family as loving as Wednesday’s.

You wanted to smoke but felt like it was disrespectful to smoke in someone else’s house despite seeing Gomez and Pugsley sporting cigars earlier, this was their house after all, they could do what they wanted. You’d open the window but…it had bars on it for some reason.

You heard a soft knock on your door before it creaked open and Joel popped his head in.

“Hey, can I come in?” He timidly asked.

“Yeah, of course.” You moved over to make some room on the bed for him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…I just wanted to come say goodnight.” He sat beside you. “And…well…what do you think of their family?”

“Honestly? I think they’re really weird and kinda intimidating. But I like them. I find their weirdness endearing.” I sighed.

“Yeah…” He sounded a little distracted. “Wh-what do you think of Mr. And Mrs. Addams?”

“What don’t I think of them? They’re like the perfect couple. They love and respect each other, they have passion and affection that they aren’t afraid to show no matter the company. I hope to have something like they do one day.”

“Yeah, me too.” He sighed. “And you will too. I know you will. There’s a lot to love about you.” He likes over at you and smiled.

You felt a blush heating up your face as you looked away from him.

“What about Wednesday? What do you think of her?” He pried.

“I like her. She’s different. But a fun different. I hope I can keep in touch with her after summer. I’d like to stay friends.” I sighed.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I know you like her, Joel.”

“Huh?! N-no I don’t!” He defended. I gave him a look.

“Ok ok…yes I do. The wedding got me thinking that I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her.” He confessed.

“Oh…” I wasn’t exactly expecting that.

The clock struck midnight, twelve long gongs sounding out across the house.

“Well…I guess I should go to bed now. See you tomorrow.” He said as he stood up and walked over to the door.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” The door clicked shut behind him.

You sighed and laid down on your side, quickly wiping away a stray tear.

The next day, back at camp, Wednesday, Pugsley, Joel, and Amanda were doing archery taught by your mom and Gary. Most of the other campers were out on the water in canoes or doing other activities.

This was one of the sports you actually enjoyed doing and were pretty good at. You had your own station all to yourself next to the one where Joel was struggling to load the arrow into the bow as Wednesday was reading aloud a letter that was written to her and her brother by their Uncle.

“Glicker, gooo.” Gary impatiently moaned.

Joel stared at him and threw the arrow on the ground which caused you to snort.

“Good try.” Becky tried to sound supportive.

Joel handed the bow to Pugsley and went to the back of the line. You listened to Wednesday read the letter as you loaded your own arrow and pulled back the bow, taking aim, and then letting it go hitting a perfect bullseye. You looked to your parents hoping to get a little praise but they didn’t even acknowledge you. You heard clapping and looked over towards Joel who was smiling at you. You smiled back shyly and looked away. Wednesday had paused her reading as she watched the interaction.

“Gooo.” Gary impatiently whined as Pugsley drew the bow back and aimed upwards. A squawk was heard before a giant bird fell to the ground.

“It’s an American Bald Eagle.” Becky said is awe.

“But aren’t they extinct?” Gary asked.

“They are now.” Wednesday answered now holding the bow.

“Impressive shot.” I said.

“Thanks.” Pugsley beamed. I liked Pugsley. He was a little different compared to his family. But he was still loved all the same.

You were sat behind the bleachers with the Addams kids and Joel. You sat a little bit in front of them smoking. You made sure you sat in an area where the smoke would be carried away from them because you didn’t want to trigger Joel’s asthma. You didn’t like smoking in front of him for that reason but also because he’s made it known how much he hates that you do it. You wouldn’t normally do it but…you were itching for it.

You were watching as Joel opened up some mail he received earlier. He seemed pretty excited for it and told us about it as soon as he had it. Gary and Becky were currently on the little stage that overlooked the lake telling the campers about Gary’s “vision”. It was things like this that made you think your mom was Gary’s beard. He was just a little too fruity.

“Look at this! I got ‘em. Schizos and serial killers. I almost have the whole series. I’m only missing Jack the Ripper and that Zodiac guy.” Joel opened his envelope and pulled out a stack of cards. You know his collection well. You got him a few cards for his birthday once. “But look, The Black Widow.”

“It might be Debbie.” Wednesday chimed in.

Ah right, they suspected their new Aunt has nefarious intentions with their beloved Uncle. You thought they’d love something like that. It seemed to fit in with their aesthetic.

“At least three rich husbands…all dead.” Joel said dramatically.

“I’ll trade you.” Pugsley offered.

“For what?”

Pugsley reached into his pocket and took out a card. “Amy Fischer.”

“Sorry, man. I already have three of her.”

Pugsley shrugged and put the card back in his pocket.

You were going to say something when you were cut off by girls screaming in joy.

You rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N) put that out!” Joel chastised you.

“Or what?” You teased.

“Or this.” He took the cigarette from you and put it out on the ground before throwing it away.

“Aw come on, man!” You whined.

“No! They smell awful and they’re bad for you.” He glared as I groaned.

While you were bickering you didn’t notice Wednesday stand up and peer over the top of the bleachers. She looked spooked, which you’re pretty sure has never happened to her before.

“What’s wrong, Wednesday?” I asked as the others turned to look at her.

“They cast me as Pocahontas.”

“Oh god don’t even get me started on that stupid play.” You huffed.

“What’s so bad about it?” Joel asked, clearly he had no idea.

“It’s racist as hell and an excuse for Gary and my mom to play favourites and pick on the kids they don’t like. They act like they love Native Americans but wait until you see the script. It’s going to be racist as all hell.

You were sat in the bleachers reading a book, actually it was Joel’s nerdy little science book. You understood some of it but it got pretty technical and advanced pretty quickly and you lost track. You know Joel would be able to explain everything in a way that made sense, he’d be a good teacher one day if he wanted to be one. The thought made you smile.

On the stage, Becky was choreographing a dance number for Gary’s gay little play. When it ended, Amanda came out in her pilgrim costume causing Becky to gasp.

“Look at you! Oh, Amanda you look perfect!” She squealed. “You’re just the prettiest pilgrim I’ve ever seen, Gare! Come and take a look at this!”

Amanda was eating up the attention causing you to roll your eyes and scoff.

“Here they are!” A boy shouted out. “We caught em by the pay phone.” He and another boy marched Wednesday, Pugsley, and Joel onto the stage.

“We were calling the FBI.” Wednesday stated.

“Their uncle is in trouble, we were running a check.” Joel explained.

“And you are late for your fittings.” Becky accused.

“I don’t want to be in the pageant.” Wednesday’s statement caused Becky to gasp.

“Don’t you want to help me realize my vision?” Gary asked.

“Your work is puerile and under dramatized.” She continued. “You lack any sense of structure, character, of the Aristotelian Unities.”

You snorted trying not to laugh.

“Young lady, I’m getting juuuust a tad tired of your attitude problem.” Gary seethed.

“Everyone! Campers!” Becky jumped and clapped. “I have a wonderful idea! Wednesday and Pugsley and young Mr.Glicker here, well, they have just never quite latched on to the Chippewa spirit. Not have some of their little comrades.” She looked accusingly towards the “misfit” kids.

“Isn’t that sad?” She asked the campers who all replied in unison.

“Yes!”

“Don’t we just hate that?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t we wish they would just DIE!”

“Yes!”

“Oh no we don’t. But you know what we’re gonna do with them? We’re going to make an example. We are going to show that ANYONE, no matter how odd, or pale, or chubby, can still have a darn good time! Whether they like it…or not.” She finished.

“What are you gonna do?” Joel asked timidly.

You saw where this was going and you’d be damned if you had to stay around these people alone any longer.

“Nothing. They’re cowards.” You said.

“(Y/N) how about you join them? You have been a Debbie downer since the beginning.” Gary said.

That’s how you found yourself sat in a chair in the Harmony Hut once again.

“Yes, indeedy, just the ticket!” Gary said condescendingly. “Bambi.” He held up a VHS tape.

“Lassie Come Home!” Becky held up another.

“The Little Mermaid.” Gary gasped.

“Stop it.” Wednesday demanded.

“He’s only a child!” Joel reasoned, referring to a scared looking Pugsley.

Gary ignored him and popped a VHS in.

“Don’t worry, we’re getting out of here.” Wednesday whispered to Joel.

“But…it’s Disney.”

When one movie ended, Becky or Gary would come in and pop in a new one. It’s almost like they had the runtime down to memory. You didn’t mind the movies. You did grow up on them after all. They were a guilty pleasure. But, that doesn’t mean you didn’t fall asleep halfway through the second movie.

Soon it was night time and Wednesday had hatched a plan to put an end to everything once and for all. Joel shook you awake and got you up to speed before Wednesday opened the door and walked out, you all following behind her to see all the campers crowded at the door with Becky and Gary at the front.

“Well, good evening. Is there anything you’d like to say to everyone?” Gary asked.

“And just what that might be?” Becky added.

Wednesday took a step forward. “I’m not perky.”

“That’s for damn sure.” Amanda scoffed.

“But I wanna be.” Wednesday continued.

“You do?” Gary asked unsure.

“I want to smile, and sing, and dance, and be Pocahontas in Gary’s vision.”

“Oh darling, do you really mean it?” Becky asked hopefully.

Wednesday did her best to smile sincerely but you could tell it was hard for her.

“Isn’t she pretty!”

“She’s scaring me!” Amanda whined as Gary and Becky put their heads together.

You sighed and walked away to go to bed.

Today is the dreaded day. The Thanksgiving play that Gary put his whole “heart and soul” into. As if he had either one of those.

They tried to rope you into it and give you a role but you refused and they’ve dealt with you enough to know that no amount of Harmony Hut visits or bullying could get you to bend.

They’re still riding the high of getting Glicker and the Addams to join. At least…that’s what they thought.

All the parents were here except the Addams, something to do with their Uncle you presume. As you looked into the crowd of adults sat on the bleachers, all you saw was a sea of white people. There was one black couple and they stuck out like a sore thumb. They must be Jamal’s parents. Good kid. Really funny too. Could probably get a good career as a stand up comic.

You were standing off to the side, leaning against a tree. You could see the stage from where you were and you were excited to see how Wednesday’s plan goes.

Gary and Becky took the stage which caused some applause. After it died down, Gary leaned into the mic, a stupid pilgrim hat on his head. “Each Summer, we take this occasion to celebrate a seminal event in American History.”

“This year we depict perhaps the most important day in our shared past, the first Thanksgiving!” Becky, who had a stereotypical feather headband on, continued.

Honestly…Thanksgiving is months away, why are they doing it now? Probably their obsession with their Native American prejudices.

“A day for maize, the Native American word for corn, a terrific turkey dinner, aaaaaand brotherhood! So, white meat, and dark meat, take it away!” Gary finished. Both him and Becky quickly retreated to their spot under the stage in front of the bleachers to watch and direct.

You watched as kids dressed as different vegetables ran around the stage before they were joined by more kids dressed as turkeys who started to sing some awful, and quite frankly, racist, song. Poor Pugsley was the main turkey. He looked miserable. Only going along with it for the sake of the payoff at the end.

You were going to need a cigarette.

After a quick intermission to put more props on the stage, Amanda finally got her moment.

“I am so glad we invited the Chippewa’s to join us for this holiday meal. Remember, these savages are our guests. We must not be surprised at any of their strange customs. After all, they have not had our advantages. Such as, fine schools, libraries full of books, shampoo.” She recited. A few chuckles came from the crowd.

Wednesday entered the stage with the “misfit” kids behind her. “How, I am Pocahontas, a Chippewa maiden.”

You had to hold back a laugh at how fake she sounded.

“And I am Running Bear, betrothed to Pocahontas!….In the play.” Joel started out strong then got nervous. What a nerd.

“We have brought a special gift for this holiday feast.” Wednesday continued. Pugsley then waddled on stage towards the centre before facing the crowd.

“I am a turkey. Kill me!”

“What a thoughtful gift! Why, you are as civilized as we. Except we wear shoes and have last names.” Amanda addressed the crowd causing a few more privileged chuckles.

“Welcome to our table, our new primitive friends.”

“Thank you, Sarah Miller. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Your hair is the colour of the sun, your skin is like fresh milk, and everyone loves you.” Wednesday replied.

“Stooop. Sit.” Amanda said.

“Wait.” Wednesday held out her arms and finally dropped the fake smile.

“What?” Amanda was confused.

“We cannot break bread with you.”

Amanda looked over to Gary and Becky in confusion. You stopped leaning against the tree, standing straight in interest.

“Huh? Becky what’s going on?”

“Wednesday!” Becky whispered harsh enough to be heard.

Wednesday turns to the crowd to address them. “You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. You were people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said ‘Do not trust the pilgrims, especially, Sarah Miller.’”

You coughed, choking on your smoke, at the cold hard truth bomb Wednesday just dropped. It’s obvious her parents took proper education seriously.

“Gary, she’s changing the words.” Amanda whined.

“And for all these reasons. I have decided to scalp you, and burn your village to the ground.” Wednesday finished which prompted Joel to give out a stereotypical war cry, you’d have to get on him for that later. All the ‘Indians’ scattered, causing chaos. Two dropped from some zip lines and took Amanda away while others set fire to the backdrops.

Amanda was forcibly tied to a pole as you noticed Joel go behind the bleachers, he looked over at you and gave a thumbs up before pulling a lever, causing the whole back row that had his parents on it to tip over, making them fall backwards. You couldn’t help but laugh.

More things were set on fire as Pugsley shoved an apple in Amanda’s screaming mouth. Flaming arrows were shot at Gary and Becky, a girl dressed as a pilgrim went flying into the lake, pies were launched from makeshift catapult’s tied to some kids backs, Michael steered his wheelchair around Amanda as he held the rope, continuing to tie her up. What looked to be gasoline was poured on the wood by her feet. Things were hectic and you were loving it.

Wednesday slowly approached Amanda before pulling some matches out from where it was tucked in her headband and lit them, making Amanda scream harder. She didn’t actually set her on fire, but the scare was enough to make the blonde pass out.

Some of the kids had cornered your parents and you didn’t feel the need to help them. Instead you went over to Joel.

“That was…insane. I can’t believe you did that. Good job, man.” You patted him on the shoulder which made him blush and look away.

“Thanks…” he muttered. “But, it was all Wednesday’s idea.”

Wednesday approached you two silently, a satisfied look on her face.

“Absolutely incredible, Wednesday.” You complimented. She smiled.

“Wednesday…do you…do you want to go on a canoe ride?” Joel asked, biting his lip, a constant nervous habit of his.

“Sure.”

Joel pushed the canoe that was on the shore further into the water. Wednesday started to walk towards it before turning around and looking at you. “Are you coming?”

You were taken aback a little bit. Not expecting the offer. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You blushed slightly. You thought maybe they’d want to be alone. Knowing your presence was wanted was a nice feeling.

Wednesday took the front of the boat and you got in the middle, Joel holding out his hand and helping you in. Ever the gentleman he was. Once you were sat he pushed the boat into the water and got in the back and started to paddle out. Once you were a few yards out, you carefully laid down sideways so your feet dangled off one side and your head was on the other.

You closed your eyes and listened to the sounds of nature and the nearby chaos on shore. This was a surprisingly fun day.

Later that night, Wednesday and Pugsley enacted their escape plan. You lost track of them but you knew where they were going and you wanted to say goodbye.

When you finally found them, Wednesday was in the other side of the fence, back in her normal clothing. Joe was still in his costume.

You were too far to hear what they were saying but you definitely saw them both lean in and share a kiss through the fence, both wiping it away seconds later.

You stopped as you felt your heart crack a little. You weren’t sure why. It’s not like they liked you like that. Wait…they? You meant Joel. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to dwell on that as you accidentally stepped in a stick causing it to break. Both Joel and Wednesday looked over to you, relaxing when they saw it was you.

“Sorry…I just wanted to say goodbye….” You winced as you walked towards them. You stood next to Joel and looked at Wednesday as her brother pulled up behind her in a van, honking the horn and telling her to hurry up. “Keep in touch, ok? You’re too weird to let go.”

She nodded before looking between you two and turning around and heading towards the van. As they drove off down the dirt road you sighed.

A moment of silence went by before you looked down in front of you.

“Is that Amanda’s retainer?”

It was a year later when you got the invite from Wednesday to join the Addams in celebration for her little brother’s birthday.

Just like she promised, she had kept in touch, you would send letters to each other all the time.

Your parents had shut down the camp due to major damage caused by the fires and their general fright of this happening again. Word also got out on how they treated any kids they didn’t like.

Becky finally divorced Gary, and while your relationship never fully healed, it’s taking baby steps. Gary really brought out the worst in her. And you were right…he was not straight at all, and funnily enough. Neither were you.

You figured it out over the last year that you had feelings for Wednesday. She made you feel the same way Joel still does and man did it send you for a loop. Joel and Wednesday never seemed to become a couple, but the same feeling was there, Joel had gone on and on about her until you banned him from the topic due to him not talking about anything else. It also hurt double to know the two people you liked were into each other. But as long as they were happy, or in Wednesday’s case, ‘unhappy’, then you were content.

It was a small intimate event and you had bought something nice to wear that made you feel good and got you a few compliments. For people that had unconventional standards and practices, they were still so kind.

Little What seemed to like you as well and would stick by you a lot causing you to grow fond of the little mass of hair with a pacifier. Thing was your favourite, he was so fascinating and you found ‘talking’ to him quite easy.

You were all sat together in their living room, or would they call it a dead room? Gomez clinked his glass with Morticia’s and raised it.

“A toast! To the glorious mysteries of life. To all that binds a family as one. To mirth, to merriment, to manslaughter.”

A few noises of agreement went through the room as you softly giggled.

“To dear friends,” Gomez continued, gesturing towards Cousin Itt and his wife Margaret who had their baby on her lap.

“To new friends,” He gestured towards Fester and Dementia, What’s nanny.

“To youth!” He looked towards Wednesday, Joel, and you.

“How do I look?” Joel asked smugly. It was obvious he was trying to emulate Gomez, especially with that ridiculous fake pencil thin moustache. You tried to tell him he was being a little too obvious but he didn’t take the hint.

“Disturbing.” Wednesday replied. You knew that was a compliment.

“Ridiculous.” You muttered as you took a sip of whatever was in your glass. Wednesday softly elbowed you in the arm.

Gomez turned towards his wife. “To passion.”

“To paradise.” Morticia added.

“To pain.”

“Tonight.” She whispered seductively.

They leaned in to share a kiss but were interrupted by Grandmama.

“Make way for the birthday boy!” She cried as she carried little Pubert out in her arms as Pugsley rolled in a huge cake behind her. It had a guillotine as the topper with a single candle in the middle.

“Thing, will you do the honours?” Gomez asked. The sentient hand picked up a match and struck it with his thumb, jumping up to light the candle. Once lit, Lurch started to play Happy Birthday on the organ.

Sometime later, Joel and Wednesday were sat outside on a bench in her families graveyard. You were a couple feet away, smoking your last cigarette of the day. You’ve started to cut down, you went from multiple a day to only two or three. You think it’s because your stress has gone down over the past year considering Gary is no longer in your life and you have more positive people in your life. Despite your distance, you could hear their conversation.

“Your family is really…interesting.” Joel started. “Your parents are so involved with each other.” He scooted slightly closer to her.

“Wednesday. Do you think like maybe someday you might wanna get married and have kids?” He asked. He’s become less shy and more confident over this past year.

“No.” Wednesday replied sharply. You knew that would be her answer. She’s talked about it before with you, how she has no desire to be pregnant and she doesn’t see a point in marriage. You were inclined to agree somewhat. Although you would like a wedding. A day all about celebrating the love between you and your spouse sounded nice.

“But…what if you met just the right man who worshipped and adored you, who’d do anything for you, who’s be your devoted slave? Then what would you do?” He tried again.

“I’d pity him.” She answered. God, he was hopeless. He doesn’t understand what she wants at all.

Joel nodded solemnly and kneeled on Debbie’s grave, some dead flowers in his hand. “Poor Debbie. She was sick.”

“She wasn’t sick. She was sloppy.” Wednesday corrected.

“What do you mean?”

“If I wanted to kill my husband, I’d do it, and I wouldn’t get caught.”

“How?”

“I’d scare him to death.” Wednesday stood up.

Joel scoffed. “No you wouldn’t. We’re all very sorry, Debbie. We wish you only the best.” He leaned over to place the flowers on her grave when a hand shot up and grabbed his wrist causing him to scream in terror.

Wednesday smiled as you started laughing hysterically.

It was late now and you were getting ready for bed. The Addams had been kind enough to let you and Joel sleep over once again and you were currently on the bed reading a book when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out. The door creaked open and Joel popped his head in. He washed that stupid fake moustache off and the gel out of his hair, bringing back his soft curls. He looked more like himself now.

“Hi.” He whispered.

“Hi.” You replied. You sat up on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to sit next to you. He walked in fully and closed the door slightly behind him but left it ajar, he wasn’t planning on staying long.

“You look nice.” He stuttered as he adjusted his glasses, a nervous habit.

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m wearing pyjama’s. You’re the one that looks nice. You finally look like yourself instead of a knock off Gomez.” You teased.

“Yeah…about that. I really thought she felt the same. I mean…we kissed back at camp before she left! Did it not mean anything?” He whined.

“Oh my god…you’re so clueless.” You sighed. “She does like you back. You just don’t understand. You’re trying to be her dad because you see how in love Morticia is with him, but Wednesday is not Morticia, and she never will be. Gomez isn’t some devoted slave like you think he is. Their relationship isn’t based on ownership, it’s based on mutual respect. Wednesday doesn’t want a slave, but she wants something similar to her parents in her own way. You’re looking at the surface level, you have to dig deeper and see what it really is.”

“You’re correct.” The door opened fully which revealed Wednesday standing in the hallway.

Joe stood up. Shocked and embarrassed that she overheard that. You slowly stood up too, feeling awkward.

“You may not have noticed but…I’m not big on affection the way my mother and father are. I respect their relationship and they way they express themselves but I don’t want that for myself. I do like you, Joel. And I’d like to continue with you but I want it to be in our own way.” She explained. Joel nodded and smiled.

You looked to the floor and scratched the back of your neck, feeling odd at being in the middle of this.

“I want that with you too, (Y/N).” Wed essay continued.

“Huh?!” Your head snapped up towards her.

“I like you too. And I know you like Joel, I not only observed that myself but I remember that you told me back at camp. And I know Joel likes you too. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I hope you like me as well.” She said matter of factly.

You looked to Joel who couldn’t look at you, looking to embarrassed that his secret was out.

“I…Joel…is that true?” You pried.

“Y-yes. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. Years. I just…thought you were out of my league and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He confessed.

“Oh my god….” You didn’t know what to say.

“I’d like for us to figure something out. I don’t want to choose one. And I don’t want you choosing either. I think we could make it work.” Wednesday took one of your hands in hers and one of Joel’s in the other.

“M-me too.” Joel agreed. They both looked at you for your answer.

You stood there shocked. This is not what you expected at all. “I…uh.” You looked down at your hand in Wednesday’s before you felt Joel pick up your other hand and rub his thumb on the back of it. “Y-yeah. Okay.” You nodded.

It’s 20 years later and you’re cooking dinner while Wednesday sits at the table reading a biography written by some serial killer. She looks so much like her mom now.

You heard Joel walk through the door before he came into the kitchen. He grew his hair out slightly, still curly as ever. His style didn’t change much, still a nerd but a more gothic nerd now.

“Hi, darling.” He kissed Wednesday’s hand that she held out for him, a small smile on her red lips as she never took her eyes off her book.

He came over to you and hugged you from behind, kissing your shoulder. “My love.”

“Hello, Joel. How was work?” You asked.

“Hectic as always, you know those kids, always making a mess during a lab.”

Joel had become a science teacher at the local school, just like you thought he would and you couldn’t be more proud.

“Where’s Morty?” He asked as his hands migrated to your hips, pulling you closer and kissing your neck.

“With Lucky. He’ll be staying the night.” Wednesday replied, watching you two. Considering she wasn’t very affectionate, she enjoyed seeing her two lovers interact.

Lucky was Pugsley’s son. Morty, which was short for Mortis, wasn’t actually biologically any of yours. He showed up on your doorstep one day as an infant in a basket with a note asking for him to be loved. And loved he was. You all adored him and so did the rest of the family. No one cared that he wasn’t born into the family, he will always be an Addams.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” You reached up and lightly scratched at Joel’s scalp as he hummed, careful not to get your ring stuck in his hair.

You and Joel had gotten officially married as you both desired to do so, Wednesday still wasn’t keen on marriage but that didn’t mean she wasn’t any less in the relationship. Everyone was so supportive of your odd arrangement and you couldn’t be happier.

For once, you finally had the life you’ve always wanted.

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juju-or-anya · 5 months ago

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If you had to choose a current actress for Amanda Buckman, who would you choose?

It's for a Wyler fanfic I'm writing.

#wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wednesday netflix #wednesday x tyler #wednesday and tyler #tyler x wednesday #tyler and wednesday #weyler #wyler #amanda buckman

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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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The Younger Kind Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is having a hard time trying to convince himself that being with you is wrong, but he plans another date anyway. You're floating on cloud nine after Saturday night, but you're quickly brought back down to earth the next time you see him. Lucky for you, Bradley more than makes up for his indiscretion at the end of the night.

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley was completely stunned, sitting on his living room couch with his soft cock hanging out of his jeans. He heard you start your car, and he saw your tail lights shine through the window blinds as you backed out of his driveway and drove away.

After nearly a year of being touched by nobody but himself, you got him off so good, he still couldn't move ten minutes later.

"Holy shit," he whispered to his silent living room. You had just given him the best blowjob of his life. His entire life. Bradley had been with his fair share of women, gotten more head than he could keep track of. But you were the best. Hands down, the fucking best he had ever had.

Maybe it was because it had been so long since he'd been with someone, but he tended to believe it was just you. He was so attracted to you, he should have known you would absolutely blow his mind like that. He should have known you would show up Amanda and Grace and Talia and become the only one he was thinking about.

Then Bradley cradled his face in both of his hands. You had caught him ready to jerk off with your sweatshirt, moaning your name. How fucking embarrassing. And then you'd agreed to do him a favor and get him off. Your words echoed through his mind, "I can help you with that. If you want."

But you were unattainable. Off limits. The babysitter. Noah was so attached to you. When Nat found out, she was going to lose her mind. And probably not in a good way. Because Bradley was a thirty six year old man with a ridiculous crush on a woman twelve years younger than him.

He forgot to pay you before you left. Oh god, how was he supposed to pay you after you sucked his cock for him? He was starting to feel worse and worse now.

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed his phone and messaged back the first random woman who was trying to chat with him in the app. He'd set up another date. He'd set up a million more dates if he needed to. If he didn't get you out of his mind, he'd have to find a different babysitter and break Noah's heart. And probably his own as well.

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You were still giggly the next day. You couldn't stop thinking about Bradley. You'd given him a blowjob. He had been moaning your name! You wanted to do that again. Maybe he felt the same way about you that you did about him. Your heart was pounding.

After several texts from Greyson, you decided to keep ignoring him. You had a lot of schoolwork to catch up on, and it didn't help that you knew how big Bradley's dick was and how he tasted. He was bigger and better than Greyson in every way. It wasn't making your day easier envisioning Bradley's eyes practically rolling into the back of his head while you sucked him off, but you indulged in the memories anyway.

The fact that you were masturbating to the thought of him cumming in your mouth when Bradley texted you on Sunday evening should have embarrassed you. But it did not. It made you feel even hotter for him. You really hoped this was him making the next move.

Any chance you're free to come over on Wednesday when you finish your classes?

You bit your lip and squealed, forcing yourself to wait more than five seconds before you texted him back. And when you did, it was with a giddy smile.

I can head over right after class, Daddy. See you on Wednesday.

He didn't end up writing back, but you knew he was busy. So you spent the week avoiding Greyson as much as you could. And when you saw Penny when you were out taking a walk, she waved you down.

"How are things working out with Bradley and Noah?" she asked you with a smile.

Your mind returned to the velvet feel of his erection gliding over your tongue and the broken, raspy groans of his delicious orgasm.

"Oh, so far so good," you said before pressing your lips together. "Noah is the sweetest child in the world. And Bradley, well. He's actually kind of sweet too."

Penny just laughed and nodded her head. "He really is. When my bartenders found out he's dating again, they both lost their minds. I was thinking about trying to see if he was interested in going out with either of them."

Your heart suddenly felt like it was resting against your lungs, making it difficult to breathe. "Oh. Do they seem like his type?"

Penny laughed harder now. "Bradley's type is female."

Okay, that you did believe. Or rather, you believed any woman who was into guys would be into Bradley. As long as you were cool with Noah, the man was the total package.

"He only has the most wonderful things to say about you, too," Penny added with a smile. "He said that even though you're so young, he knows he can trust you with Noah. And I don't think he would say that about very many people."

You couldn't decide if that was a compliment or a slight against your age. And when you drove to his house after your final class on Wednesday, you started to feel awkward. Neither of you had mentioned the fact that the last time you were here, you'd had his dick in your mouth.

"Hi," you called out when you let yourself in, and Noah came running to greet you at the door. You scooped him up in a hug and started to carry him to the kitchen. "Where's your dad?"

Noah just kind of shrugged. "Getting dressed." When you set Noah down at the kitchen table, you immediately noticed a coffee cup sitting on the kitchen counter with Princess scrawled across it.

You picked it up and took one sip of the French vanilla latte, and then you heard Bradley's voice. "Hey. Princess." You spun around with a bright smile on your face, but his expression had you immediately biting your lip and furrowing your brow. He looked confused and irritated and maybe a little sad. None of those expressions were right for his handsome face.

"Hi," you said softly, hoping you could make him smile. "What are your plans for tonight? Going to try to give me a sore throat again?"

His gaze dropped to the floor, and then you really took in what he was wearing. A nice shirt and chinos. He was going out. He hadn't invited you over to see you at all.

"Um, actually," he muttered, but you cut him off.

"Actually, you're going on another date?"

"Yeah." He nodded and briefly met your eyes. "Someone from the app."

He only needed to use you to get his rocks off so he could go out with someone else. God, you were so fucking stupid. He didn't want you at all. He probably thought of you as practically a child. And maybe he found you attractive enough to think filthy things about you, and allow you to suck his dick, but that was it.

"Okay, have a great time," you said, setting the coffee cup down on the counter. You didn't want another sip.

"Princess," he whispered, reaching out for you. But you managed to sidestep him as you sat down next to Noah and picked up a coloring book.

"I hope she's as much fun for you as I was on Saturday night," you said, biting down hard on your lip to keep from screaming at him.

You felt his presence behind you to the point you could almost feel the warmth of his body. But he didn't say anything, he just placed your coffee cup on the table in front of you, spinning it until the writing was facing you.

"Thanks for the coffee. I hope you find what you're looking for tonight."

You heard him swallow hard, and then he kissed Noah's head, and then he was gone. And you were left to color some dinosaurs with the kid you wanted to spend all your time with. Too bad his dad was sending you so many mixed signals, you felt like crying.

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Bradley felt like an asshole the entire time he was with Gabby. She seemed really sweet, but he couldn't stop thinking about what you said to him. As if you weren't what he was looking for.

In all actuality, you really were not what he was looking for. But you seemed to be exactly what he wanted. But wanting someone and having long term compatibility were two completely different things.

"So...." Gabby said for the third time. Bradley could barely focus on her or his dinner. "Tell me more about yourself, Bradley."

He started rambling on about work or some shit. He wasn't even really sure. This conversation was painful compared to the way you and he were together. Or at least the way you and he were before he started to fuck everything up between the two of you. The drunk kissing was bad enough, but the blowjob was just the nail in the coffin of the flirting with you that had him absolutely smitten in the first place.

Now Gabby was saying something about her job, and he couldn't handle it anymore. "Gabby? Sorry, but I think I'm just too distracted for this tonight."

She glared at him across the table. "Yeah, I noticed. I don't care how handsome you are if you're going to be rude. Pull your head out of your ass next time you ask someone out."

"I'm sorry," he muttered as she stood up to leave, and not a minute later, the waiter arrived with both meals.

He looked at Bradley cautiously. "Can you pack both of those to go? Please?" Bradley asked. He was going to have to leave this guy a hefty tip, but that was fine.

He had barely been gone for an hour and a half, and that included driving to the far end of the city. When he pulled into his driveway, he grabbed both meals, and made sure he called out from the front door. "I'm back."

You popped around the corner with Noah in your arms, and Bradley's heart leapt. "You're early," you said in surprise. "We're just about to get in bed." Bradley could tell how tired Noah looked, but he could barely take his eyes off you.

"Do you want to sing with us, daddy?" Noah asked with a yawn, and Bradley was of course drawn to the two of you like his life depended on it.

"Of course, bub." A minute later, Bradley was watching you tuck his son into bed while you sang a ridiculous song about dinosaurs that sounded made up. But Noah knew all the words too, and you were both laughing.

"Night, kiddo," you whispered, brushing his hair back from his forehead. Then you slipped past Bradley without another look in his direction. When he gently reached for your hand, you yanked yourself free and kept walking.

Bradley quickly kissed Noah, and then he was following you into the kitchen where you were packing up Noah's art supplies without a word. There was an open bag of Skittles on the table next to some of your textbooks, and Bradley didn't want you packing those things up. They looked like they belonged there.

He cleared his throat. "I brought dinner back for you. If you want it."

You laughed a little sarcastically. "I'm not eating another woman's leftovers, but thanks anyway, Bradley." You put your books into your tote bag, and Bradley took a step closer to you.

"Princess," he whispered, and your eyes fluttered closed for a beat. He wanted you, and at times like this, he felt like you wanted him, too. "It's not leftovers. My date bailed before the food came out."

Your stomach growled when he opened the takeout containers, and you rolled your eyes. "Fine. I'm starving." He let you pick between the two meals, and you chose the one he had ordered for himself. He didn't care, he'd eat his date's food. He could barely even remember what her name was at this point, because you were plating and microwaving the entrees like you lived here.

"I'll just eat quickly, and then I'll be out of your hair," you told him, taking a bite of his filet mignon. Bradley settled down into the seat next to you. He wanted more than anything to talk with you, but he didn't know how. Not after what he let you do last time you were here. So he just took a few bites of food and watched you.

"Your date bailed early? What did you do?" you asked between bites of steak. Bradley watched your eyes flash with mischief. "Does she know what you did to get those free coffees from the barista?"

Bradley chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh my god, did you insult her after she told the waitress to hold the salad dressing?" you said, biting into your plush, glossy lip. Then your expression clouded a bit. "She didn't say something negative about Noah?"

Bradley scraped the last bite of his food onto his fork and finished eating. "No. Actually I didn't even get to mention Noah. And I have no idea if she ordered a salad. I can't even remember if I had a salad, Princess. I was so distracted all night."

"Why were you distracted?" you asked softly while Bradley took both plates to the sink.

He reached into the refrigerator and opened a beer, drinking half of it while he decided what he wanted to say to you. You popped a red Skittle followed by two yellow ones into your mouth, and the movement of your jaw took him back to Saturday night. His cock hitting the back of your throat. His hands on your jaw and your face. Those pretty lips wrapped around his balls.

"Princess," he groaned, and he watched you shove the last few Skittles into your mouth before jumping to your feet.

"Well, I'm going to head out," you said a bit breathlessly. "Oh, and thanks for dinner and for clarifying that these were not sloppy seconds."

Bradley set his beer on the counter and followed you out into his living room, your tote bag swaying along with your ass in your tiny shorts. "Fuck, Princess. Wait. Please?"

"What?" you asked, glancing back over your shoulder.

Bradley reached out and ran his fingers along your cheek inhaling the scent of wildflowers. "My date bailed, because I was awful. I wasn't paying any attention to her. I can barely even remember what she looked like."

You turned to face him. "What was her name?"

He shook his head. "I can't fucking remember. All I can remember is you. Even when I'm not with you. That's why she hightailed it out of the restaurant."

You pressed your lips together, but you didn't back away when Bradley stepped into your personal space. "You've been thinking about me?" you asked in barely a whisper.

"Nonstop, Princess. And you wanna know about sloppy seconds? Anyone else ever gives me a blowjob, and I'll be thinking about you the entire time."

Your lips parted on a soft gasp. "Oh."

He nodded, stroking his thumb across your lips. "Best I ever had. I already couldn't stop thinking about you, and that just made it a hundred times worse."

"Bradley," you whispered, pressing yourself against him. He didn't move as you eased yourself up onto your toes and kissed him. You nibbled softly on his lips and sighed, then looked up at him like you felt the same way he did.

It was so innocent, so fucking sweet. Or it would have been if Bradley wasn't wrapping both hands around your hips and licking the seam of your lips. You parted them immediately for him as your arms came up to wrap around his neck. Bradley tasted your tongue and grunted when he felt your fingers running through his hair.

He broke the kiss and let his hands slide down to palm your ass. "You taste like Skittles. I love Skittles."

You smiled up at him. "Sorry, I didn't save you any." Bradley planted his lips on the side of your neck and listened to you moan and dig your fingers in his hair.

"I don't deserve any, remember?" he asked, rubbing his mustache below your ear. "I'm a peasant. You're the princess."

You made a soft sound that went right to Bradley's cock as you guided his lips back to yours. "Last time you kissed me, you were drunk," you whispered to him before mashing your lips against his. You were pushing him, walking him back toward the couch, and Bradley couldn't help but go where you wanted him to.

He sat down a little hard against the cushions, his head tipped back to look up at you. "Yeah. I was kind of drunk. And that was a sin, because my memories are a little fuzzy. And you deserve to be remembered with crystal clarity, Princess."

"Do I?" you asked coyly, standing between his spread legs and clasping your hands in front of you.

Bradley reached out with his right hand and ran his knuckles up and down your thigh. "Listen, Princess. Your lips wrapped around my cock will fuel my fantasies for years to come, but right now I want my mouth involved as much as possible."

You were instantly climbing into his lap, straddling his hips and pressing your mouth to his again. Bradley welcomed you back into his arms like you belonged there. You peppered some kisses to his lips and mustache before you pulled away from him a little bit with a smile. You were irresistible, and he was grinning right back at you.

"Okay, go ahead," you told him, gripping his hair and tipping his head away from you. Bradley grunted as your little denim shorts rubbed against his pants creating some friction. "Try to kiss me better than you did after you were out drinking the other night. Because I thought it was pretty great, actually."

He let you tug his hair which was making him throb for you. "What do I get if I win?"

You moaned softly. "The satisfaction of a job well done?"

He shook his head. "Not good enough."

You laughed. "A pat on the back?"

"No," he said, stroking your cheek with his fingers and coaxing your lips closer to his. "I want a fifty percent share of all Skittles consumed in my house."

You gasped so theatrically, he laughed out loud. "That's scandalous. Twenty five percent, or I'm leaving," But you were inching closer and closer to him.

"Deal, Princess," he whispered against your lips, and now he found himself trying to outdo any kisses that came before you. It actually wasn't hard. You'd been his best the last time you were here. Now he wanted to be the best for you. He started off slow now, his fingers teasing along your cheeks and all over your neck. He knew his mustache was prickling along your lip, but you seemed to like it as you were grinding against him a little bit now.

Bradley made sure he was using just the right amount of pressure with his lips, always drawing you back to his kisses. The little sounds at the back of your throat were encouraging, as were your fingers which had dipped inside his shirt at the back of his neck.

He sucked gently on your bottom lip now as his hands found their way to your waist. He nibbled softly on your lip before releasing it, and he was so pleased to see he had kissed off all of your lipgloss. Now your lips just looked extra pouty, and your eyes were needy.

"How am I doing so far?" he teased, kissing along your chin and your jaw, eventually letting his lips settle on the front of your neck.

"You must really want those Skittles," you gasped, head tipped back as he worked his mouth against your soft skin. He sucked gently on you there, nearly thrusting against you as you rubbed yourself on him. "Oh!"

And then his hands were a little rougher, squeezing your hips and wrapping around the back of your neck. You leaned into him, clearly not afraid of what his body was demanding as he tasted your tongue and your teeth. He felt your hands on his chest and abs. He could feel your warmth against his cock as you rocked your body into his. He could feel your nipples, hard and rubbing his chest through too much fabric.

"Princess?" he asked, his lips brushing against yours.

"Yeah, okay," you said, gasping against his lips, kissing him between sentences. "You win. Twenty five percent of the Skittles. They are yours."

He kissed you, laughing against your lips. "That's really nice and all, baby. But I'd rather taste you right now?"

"Me?" you asked softly, putting a few inches between your mouth and his.

"I want to know if you taste sweet all over, Princess. Will you let me find out?" he asked, stroking his index finger along the zipper of your shorts. He was gauging your reaction to him as you bit your lip and tried to squeeze your thighs together.

"You want to go down on me?" you whispered, hands gasping along his abs.

He nodded. "Real fucking bad, Princess."

You licked your swollen lips and whimpered. "Okay, Daddy."

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Bradley had been so sweet, his brown eyes like something from your dreams. His lips and his hands were all over you, turning you on and making you so wet. But now he wanted to taste you? Find out if you were sweet?

As soon as you called him Daddy again, he had the front of your shorts open, and you were lying on the couch on your back with his big body over yours.

A moan escaped your lips as soon as he eased his hand inside the front of your underwear and over your clit, and then his mouth was on yours, devouring you. You were making little noises against his lips as he stroked you just the way you liked to touch yourself. It was like he knew how crazy this would make you. And when his other hand ended up inside your shirt, pulling down your bra and stroking your nipples, you groaned his name.

"You're soaking wet," he said, rubbing his mustache along your jaw in time with his fingers as they worked their way down toward your opening. He teased you like that until you were begging him for more, your fingers tangling wildly in his hair.

"Please, please," you gasped, and then Bradley was sitting back a bit, his hard dick on display for you through his pants. He yanked your jean shorts down your legs and tossed them to the floor, followed by your lacy, white underwear.

"Oh, fuck me," he groaned as he looked at you, bare for him from the waist down, except for your socks and sneakers which he left on.

Then without hesitation, Bradley stroked his hands up the backs of your thighs, spread them wide and brought his mouth down to your pussy. He placed the softest kiss against you there, his mustache making you bite down on your lip in response to the sensation.

"Bradley," you gasped, feeling your lower back arch off the couch as he ran his tongue from your opening all the way up to your clit in one glorious swipe.

You should have been embarrassed by the way you were reacting to him. But he just looked up at you with his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently before he released you. "You're so sensitive, Princess," he grunted. And then he was running his nose through your wetness and kissing you everywhere. "And you taste so good."

This didn't feel like you expected it to; it felt so much better than that. Bradley's lips and mustache and his fingers and tongue. Everything he did had you gasping, crying out for more.

"I got you," he promised, spreading your legs wider every time you tried to squeeze them against his head. You were writhing against the couch now, simultaneously trying to pull yourself away from his mouth and also rub your clit against his nose for more.

"Oh god!" you groaned, loud enough that you should be concerned about waking up Noah. But you couldn't stop! Bradley was licking up and down your slit with sure movements and then sucking on your clit until you were practically in tears. Over and over again. Then Bradley was shoving his fingers inside you and kissing your clit before circling it with his thumb.

"You're getting loud, Princess," he whispered, guiding his body over top of yours again. You wrapped your legs around his hips when he kissed you with his wet lips and face. You were licking yourself off his lips when he asked, "You like how you taste? You're so sweet."

You could only whine in agreement as he pushed your shirt up and buried his face against your lace covered breasts. He kissed his way back down your body, and soon you were grinding against his face while he held your thighs.

"Oh, god, oh!" you gasped when he was licking and sucking again. You closed your eyes tight as your legs started to shake. And then Bradley pumped his fingers into you a little slower and sucked on your clit with a little more pressure, and you felt yourself clenching hard. You rode his fingers with your feet planted on his shoulders, and he looked up at you like he owned you.

"Daddy!" you cried out, enjoying what was quite obviously the longest and best orgasm of your life.

"Call me Daddy again," he demanded before sealing his pretty lips around your clit once more and sucking.

"Daddy!" you groaned, pulsing around his fingers. And then everything felt wet. Really wet. And Bradley's face turned to an expression of awe. And his face was wet, too. You sat up and looked down your body to where his fingers were still rammed inside your pussy. But the couch was wet. "What happened?" you asked, but his lips were on yours, and he was pushing you back down again.

"Princess," he groaned, still moving his fingers gently inside you, and now you were finally coming down fully from the peak of pleasure he had brought to your body. "Christ Almighty, baby. You're the sweetest fucking thing, aren't you?" He kept praising you, his lips all over your face. And when he finally withdrew his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, you helped him lick them clean.

And then he was gaping down at you, stroking his knuckles along your cheek. "What happened?" you asked softly. You didn't think your body would ever recover fully enough for you to speak louder than this, but you didn't care. Everything felt too good.

"You squirted for me," he replied, those big brown eyes roaming all over your face before he kissed you.

Oh. You still felt wet. You had made a mess on his couch. You could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks. "I didn't mean to," you whispered, suddenly feeling very shy.

"Was so hot," Bradley whispered next to your ear. "Princess." His lips on the shell of your ear and his hard cock pressing against your hip made you feel a little bolder. You tried to sit up, but he was huge on top of you.

"Do you want me to get you off?" you asked, reaching down toward him. But Bradley took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

"No. You've done plenty. You're a Princess, made to be worshipped." You settled back against the couch cushions and let him kiss along your neck until he had his fill.

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Bradley helped you get dressed. Then he walked you to your car. Then he kissed you goodnight. And then he paid you for watching Noah which made him feel physically sick. You tried to push the money away, but he insisted. Then he went back inside into the bathroom and came hard after stroking himself three times to the thought of your pussy soaking his face.

He was a mess. A literal fucking mess now. He sat down on the bathroom floor. He had no idea what to do. But then he laughed out loud when he remembered how his night started. He had been on a date with some random faceless woman earlier, but his night had ended with his own face buried in your pussy.

This was not a good idea. None of this was a good idea. He needed to figure this the fuck out.

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uniquesoulwinner · 1 year ago

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My Queen

Leah Williamson x reader

Idea that came to me after seeing Leah get her OBE today of a little surprise celebration with her girl who she didn’t think was even in the country!

Hope you enjoy its not very good and the format isn’t working right so it might read funny but well it’s something

Let me know what you think

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Y/n pov

Getting off the plane in London brings nothing but butterflies to your stomach at the thought of the day ahead. You see given that I’ve been in New York for work for the past 9 long weeks I was not meant to be here today well at least that’s what Leah thinks, I however always knew I would be here!

As soon as we got the date for Leah to get her long awaited OBE medal I was on the phone to Amanda to plan exactly what was going to happen today, this has lead to a lot of sneaky phone calls between me and my girlfriends mother, who I’m nearly sure is more excited about me being there to surprise Leah than I am.

Finding out that I was going to have to be in New York for 16 weeks for work was never part of the plan, being away from Leah for that long was a thought that made my whole body hurt before I even went, which is why I I have worked my ass off over the last 9 weeks so complete everything I needed to do to get home to my girlfriend of 4 years early which brings me back to walking though Heathrow Airport at 7:45am on a Wednesday morning counting down the minutes until I have her in my arms again.

Just as I was getting into the taxi to take me to the hotel I had booked for myself and Leah for that night my phone rang and my smile got even bigger seeing it was Amanda!

Y/n: Hey perfect timing I’m just in the taxi

Amanda: ahh perfect I’m so excited, she’s getting ready already! I swear she takes forever.

Y/n: Worth every minute though; you find yourself say thing that out loud without ever realising until you hear Amanda aww on the other end of the phone which made you blush no end! Anyway how are we looking for timeline I’m just heading to the hotel now to get showered and ready!

Amanda: so we should be wrapped up in Windsor by around 13:30pm at the latest and then she thinks we are just going for dinner and meeting holly and all that couldn’t come to the ceremony there. You can hear the excited little giggle coming from Amanda like she is on a secret spy mission which makes you laugh

Y/n: ok good and she definitely doesn’t suspect a thing right you ask already knowing that she doesn’t considering you spent 2 hours in the phone to her last night with her upset and missing you as well as telling you how much she wished you where going to be there today which yes broke your heart in two , the only thing that you hoped was seeing her face today would make up for everything!

Amanda: nope not a thing, she is completely oblivious you hear that cheeky giggle again she is going to be so happy y/n, she has missed you so much you you

Y/n: yeh I know I’ve missed her too more than words but not long now, god I’m nervous you laugh at the Ridiculousness of getting nervous over seeing the woman that has been the centre of your world for 4 years now

Amanda: oh sweetie you no need to be nervous, the second that girl sees you everything will be worth it, you know … Amanda suddenly stops talking only thing you can hear is some rustling and foot steps which your hoping isn’t Leah catching you both out

Ok I gotta go she is wandering around now looking for her socks so I better help I’ll see you later ok text me when your there , ok bye bye bye and the phones goes dead leaving you laughing at the thought of your girl running around looking for socks which you know she will be treating like a Military mission in that room !

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Later on that day after checking in to the hotel and getting yourself ready , wearing a tight green dress that you knew drive Leah crazy with your hair down and curled and black heals, you where standing that the bar of the restaurant that had been booked out for today with holly catching up on every bit of gossip you had missed being away which was lot it seemed!

Although after the 7th time checking the door you did catch holly giving you a very knowing smirk which made you laugh purely because you didn’t care how obvious you where being, ever since Amanda text to say they where 20 minutes away you could help but look out for them ! You wanted your girl and weren’t even sorry about it !

The restaurant was full of Leah’s close family and friends most of which were now laughing at the twitter comments over Leah being the queen of England now ! Lol

You only snapped out of staring at the door when you heard Jen Leah’s teammate call you

Jen: y/n how does it feel to have bagged England’s new queen all you heard was laughter which then turned to cooing and awe’s when you replied saying y/n: she has always been my queen

And right as you said that you seen her your queen walk past the window towards the door looking out of this world and every bit worthily of the title queen in your opinion but it was to time and time for you to hide in the crowd who had all turned to face the door waiting for her to come in, to which when she did come in she was meant by just noise of chatting and clapping but all you could hear was her laugh that beautiful laugh while she made her way around people still not spotting you !

Amanda however snuck around to hug you whispering how she couldn’t wait to see Leah’s face !

After around 5 minutes of her still not spotting you , you had enough of waiting so grabbed a glass of champagne and made your way up behind her as she spoke to Alex Scott and Kim little both of who started smiling the second they seen you approach!

Y/n: would the new queen like a drink you said standing behind her and while you couldn’t see her face you could see her body freeze as she heard your voice which made your heart burst. Y/n you heard her whisper still not turning around which made you giggle given that all you wanted right now was to kiss her still though you stepped forward so you where right behind her meaning you could whisper in her ear hello baby, any chance I could get a hug now? You didn’t even have a split second to react when her arms where around your neck with such force that if ever the sensible kimmy hadn’t if grabbed the champagne out if your hands it would have been all down the back of Leah’s very expensive looking suit !

Suddenly all the people in the room weren’t there anymore the only thing that you noticed was your girl finally in your arms after way to long and while pulling her impossibly closer to you , you just breathed her in every part of you and missed every part of her and now here you could never imagine being away from her again which made what you were about to do even more clear in your head, so while holding her as close as possible with one arm your eyes met Leah’s grandmas giving her a nod and hold out your hand , you watched as the whole room tried to contain themselves as she placed the black velvet box in your hand giving your hand a small squeeze as she did !

Focusing back on Leah who’s head was still buried in your neck, pulling back slightly so you could see her with a massive smile on your face that was thankfully matched by her, finally gave you the chance to look into those eyes that have had you weak for years. It’s only when you see her eyes flick down to your lips that you pull her in making sure she can’t feel the box behind her back, although all sense leaves your body the second her lips meet yours for the first time in over 2 months. Finally it feels like I’m home you think, kissing her is home , she is home and with that thought you remember what you have hidden behind her back so with one final kiss you pull back to be met with a pout from her.

Leah: your here, your actually here

Y/n: I’m here baby I would never miss this looking at the smile on her face makes all the sneaking around worth it

Leah: please tell me I have you for more than one night baby before you go back the pout comes back to her face again as she speaks Giggling at her you step back completely! Here goes nothing you think as you look into her eyes again how about forever you whisper never breaking eye contact, seeing the confusion on her have made you smile as you looked down at the box in your hands which was now between you and Leah, flicking your eyes back up seeing that hers where now fixed on the box in your hands as well it was go time so slowly you lower down onto one knee and open the box , hearing the gasp come from her gave you the confirmation that the band you had chosen was the right choice!

Y/n : le there is nothing I could say right now that would be any different to anything I have told you every day for the past 4 years but what I will say is how proud I am to be yours baby, every day with you is the best day of my life letting out a shaky breath as you see the tears in her eyes before you carry on and I want that for the rest of our lives, so Leah Williamson OBE you give her a cheeky smirk as the room fills with laughter , will you do me the honour of marrying me? Holding your breath for the whole 0.2 of a second it takes before you hear her say yes yes a million times yes , smiling with the tears running down both your faces you pull the ring from the box and finally put it on her finger as she pulls you up into a bruising kiss.

You hear the cheers in the room, the clapping and banging on tables but all you feel is her , your finance , your Leah , your home! It’s just you two in the bubble of whispered words between the two of you consisting of i love yous, don’t ever leave again and I can’t wait to make you my wife , everything in that moment is just perfect!

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Hours later after food , champagne, a lot of laughter and more love than you could imagine, you are standing back beside your finance at the side of the room arms wrapped around each other just watching your friends and family around you. Turning to Leah you decide to take the teasing that’s been going on between the two of you for over an hour now to the next level,

Y/n: I booked us into a hotel for the next 2 nights so I hope you have no plans for tomorrow you say while looking her up and down because I have no plans on leaving that hotel room tomorrow. Watching as her eyes darken on front of you you step a little closer to her so you can whisper in her ear and just so you know earlier wasn’t the only time I plan on dropping to my knees for you my queen

And with that Leah walked away and started saying goodbye to everyone you giggling behind her especially with the knowing looks you got from some people in the room but to hell with it you hadn’t had your girl in 9 weeks so you where going to make the most of every minute if that night and every night for the rest of your life with your queen !

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boxerharrys · 7 months ago

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The New Girl Spencer x F Reader part 2

sorry for any spelling mistakes or punctuations missing! and I'm not the best at writing but I was excited to get this out!

(also side note I bought something off of Spencers Depop today and he shipped today as well. So I sent a message on there saying thanks for shipping so fast not thinking he'd respond but then he did and it made me so giddy! lol well enjoy?)

( trying to make this like a real fanfic a true story to it)

As you got home you started your camera up and filmed a video explaining how you will not be working for Smosh as you edited it you had the realization you should it ‘I booked’ you kept it ready for when you are able to post.

You settled on your couch reading your paperwork from Smosh today. Your first video will be for Smosh Games channel. You will be playing ‘Sounds Fishy’ For Board AF with Shayne, Angela, Chanse, and Courtney. So excited to meet everyone you rest up.

Same Day:

Shayne walks up to Selina being the best wing man.

“So who was that you had a conference wither earlier? Was it a new cast member or some type of deal?’ Shayne asked

“Actually she out new cast member she really funny and cool her name is Y/N. She’s staring next Wednesday” Selina said.

“Awesome can wait for us to all meet her” Shayne says. He quickly runs off to find Spencer. “Spencer! SPENCER!” Shayne calls out as he approaches Spencers desk”

“What do you need?” Spencer says in a sarcastic annoyed tone.

“That ‘angel’ you saw earlier is our new cast member… and she starts next Wednesday. I’m gonna be the best wingman” Shayne says excitedly while moving his eyebrows.

“Oh awesome I won’t be able to talk to her on Wednesday ill be hiding in the games set for now” Spencer says.

Fast forward to next Wednesday:

You were so excited to meet everyone and film today, you got ready with a cup of coffee getting your clothes together doing your hair and makeup and packing a lunch. You weren’t sure if you had time to go anywhere or anything like that. As you drove to the office you listened to your playlist to keep you calm for your exciting day.

You went to the front door scanning your new badge you received in the mail. But as you entered you almost walked into Chanse.

“Oh Hey girl you must be Y/N I’m Chanse! I can’t wait to film with you later today!” Chanse says

“Oh hi! Yes me too!” You say.

“Ill show you to your new desk” Chanse says. As you guys walk to your new desk you stop and meet the crew you didn’t yet and some cast members.

“Hey guys this is Y/n the new cast member’ Chanse says.

Amanda, Arasha, Damien, and Angela was there; you fangirled a little in your head but was pleased to meet them. You made it to your desk and settled in; grabbing your laptop out and started writing a little. You were interrupted by someone no other than Shayne and Courtney.

“Hey you’re Y/N right I’m Courtney this is Shayne, it nice to meet you we are excited for you joining our cast. Courtney says.

“Oh hi guys sorry but gotta be honest I love you guys I’ve been watching Smosh for years and you guys have inspired me so much it a honor to be working with you guys” you say to them.

“Aw thank you so much can’t wait to be inspired by you soon” Courtney says.

“Hey its almost our call time for Board AF, are you ready Y/N?” Questioned Shayne.

“Oh hell yeah I’m so excited but nervous” you say

As you all walked on to the game set you were introduced to everyone behind the scenes. “Hey just wanted to ask if anyone could possibly just give me a run down on how the game goes?” You asked

“Oh yeah definitely! Spencer can you show Y/N really quick how the game goes and the rules” Alex says.

You see Spencer turning around from the back of the room almost like he was hiding.

“Uh-um yeah I can do that” Spencer says anxiously.

You go a sit at the table while Spencer walks over to you and leans down. As he leaned down you got a whiff of his cologne ‘damn he smells good you say to yourself’. Then Spencer starts to show you how the games works and goes over the rules.

“ Does that make sense?” Spencer questioned as he looked at you.

You turned your head and stared into his eye thinking over everything. But then he looked away fast and pretended to look around the room. ‘Hmm that was weird does he not like me or something idk its probably nothing and just my nerves’ you said to yourself. “Uh yeah I think so thank you” he then hurries away and leaves the room. Shayne then follows him and you look at Courtney “okay then” you say out loud.

“Im not sure what that was about maybe he remembered something” Courtney says.

Out of the stage with Spencer and Shayne:

Shayne runs up to Spencer “bro what’s that” shayne says.

Spencer turns around and says “I just couldn’t look her in the eyes like that my heart was pounding out of my chest dude, she’s even prettier in person and smells so good… have you smelled her shayne hahaha?’

“Um no I’m not a weirdo Spence…but you’re gonna have to man up and control this she works here now man” shayne says

“Yeah you’re right” Spencer says then taking deeps breaths to call his heart rate down.

“Okay lets go back I can do this” Spencer says.

You see Spencer and shayne walk back to the stage “y’all ready for this” Spencer says excitingly as he’s coming back in.

Through out filming you noticed Spencer staring at you a bit. It made you a little nervous but stopped paying attention to it so you could focus on doing the best you can for your first impression.

“Wow guys that was awesome thank you and if you’re done for the day have a good day!” Spencer says out to everyone.

You then left the stage room and went back to your desk just chilling.

Meanwhile in the stage room Shayne goes up to Spencer “dude she’s amazing.. she hilarious and it was juts a games video” Spencer says to Shayne

“I will say you might’ve made her nervous tho Spence, that whole time you were starring at her” shayne says

“Psshhhh no I wasn’t” Spencer says

Alex chimes in “yeah you were”

“Fuck she probably thinks Im a creep” says Spencer

Back to you:

Selina went up to you “how was your first filming day?” Selina says

“Awesome thank you for asking, I’m so glad it was a board game and not an actual video game I’m not the best at those and don’t know much.” You say

“Well maybe we can change that!” Selina says.

The next day

Spencers POV:

He was sitting at the table with shayne an Courtney as you walk in and head to your desk.

“Dude you gotta talk to her and get to know her at least” Shayne says

“Oh maybe we can all go to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate her joining and then you can make your move then!” Courtney exclaims

“Oh gosh guys its too early I cant even control my nerves around her yet” Spencer says

“Well I don’t care I’m still doing it I think it would be good for all of us to get to know her” Courtney says as they are making a group text on their phone. Courtney gets up to walk over to you.

“Hey what your number I’m starting a group text so we can go out to celebrate you joining us” Courtney says to you.

“Oh wow so sweet uh yeah here’s my number” you say to them.

“Thanks!” Courtney says.

Courtney starts walking back to the boys.. “welp I got her number for you now too” Courtney exclaims to Spencer.

“Oh thanks so ill just express my affection to her and shell think its you” Spencer says

“Okay well don’t do that I’m not trying to steal your woman cause you know she’d go for me” Courtney said laughing

They all laugh in union…

Spencer gets up and walks up to Selina.

“ Hey so I have a gap for filming so we can add one if you have any ideas” Spencer says to Selina

“Oh perfect I have an idea! You can teach Y/N how to play a video game!” Selina hurries and runs over to you before Spencer could protest.

He hurries and goes up to Amanda and Angela “yo I need your guys help later I have to show Y/n how to play a game please be there with me so I’m not alone with her” Spencer says.

“Oh right I was told you like her and now you’re scares to be with her hahah okay yeah I can” Amanda says

Cut to later in the day. You:

You head to the games stage in the corner you see Amanda, Angela, and Spencer at the single little computer in the corner out of the way.

Spencer was wearing a baseball hat on backwards ‘ kind of hot with that hat backwards’ you said to yourself

“Hey guys are you ready to film this hahaha” you said

They said ‘hey’ back in union. You sat down as Spencer was finishing things up on the production side for this.

(For this think of the new video of Spencer showing Angela and and Amanda Resident Evil but with you added to the video and the backwards hat cause so hot when he wears one like that)

Spencer finished up setting everything he needed to and started to record

As he sat down he looked over to the three of you and said “Guys my dream has come true I’m getting paid to show girls a video game” yo start laughing with the other girls.

Thought out the video you guys kept making jokes and laughing and you couldn’t help but silently agree with the jokes of Spencer being hot… did you really start to have a crush on him.

#spencer agnew #smosh pit #smosh squad #spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew fanfiction #smosh crew #smosh fanfic #smosh fanfiction #smosh games

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rainwingmarvel7 · 10 days ago

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10 people I’d like to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag @thisisonlychemistry!

Last song: Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Fav color: Pink!

Last book: Currently reading Caesar Versus Pompey: Determining Rome’s Greatest General, Statesman & Nation-Builder by Stephen Dando-Collins

Last movie: Jonah: A VeggieTales Movie

Last show: Law and Order SVU (my roommate and I watch it every night lol)

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet all the way!

Relationship status: Single and ready to mingle

Last google search: “amanda rollins x nick amaro tumblr”

Looking forward to: getting over my cold😩 and workshopping my script on Wednesday

No pressure tags: @louisaland @weltsarchives @barisistill @noeverse @ccarisi @carisisrolledupsleeves @twinsunstars @perfinn

@buttonsandbobbles @captainmotheroliviabenson

#tag game

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iamfandomcrazy · 1 year ago

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Oneshots I will (hopefully) get to

Wednesday gets hurt and Tyler takes care of her

Dean gets in trouble

Wednesday spends the afternoon with the sheriff so they can "bond" as per a request by Tyler

Body swap AU

Wednesday has a baby shower

Wednesday is pregnant and, much to her horror, finds herself craving affection from Tyler more than usual

Wednesday and Tyler go to the first ultrasound for their baby

Wednesday and Tyler have to deal with the loss of their baby (by miscarriage)

AU where Tyler went into the army and surprises Wednesday when he comes back

Another Xavier bashing fic but with hyde!Tyler this time (but hyde doesn't really 'come out' it's just mentioned that he's a hyde)

Tyler and Donovan go on vacation and coincidentally, the Addams is there

Tyler and Donovan, plus Elvis, for X reason have to be out of their home for a while so Gomez and Morticia offer them a place to stay for a while

Wednesday secretly wearing Tyler's jacket (or something along those lines. I haven't fully figured it out yet)

AU where Wednesday can read minds

Based on the post by @therulerofallpotatos where Tyler takes his kids to the park, they want him to transform into hyde so they can play on him. Another kid joins and that happens to be Amanda Buckman's son. Chaos ensues

Joel stops by the Weathervane and sees Wednesday for the first time since camp

An idea from @pey0805 where Tyler is at the police station during parents weekend when Gomez gets arrested and he and Wednesday get flustered when Donovan suggests there's something going on between them

Wednesday and Tyler tell Dean they're going to have another baby (I like thinking of them just having Dean but I couldn't get this out of my head)

Little Dean is jealous of his new brother

Enid, Ajax and (unfortunately) Xavier spy on Wednesday and Tyler's first date

Tyler is in prison drowning in self loathing when he receives a visit from Wednesday

Wednesday helps Tyler watch over his little cousin

3 times Elvis ruined the mood

Wednesday and Tyler talk about their insecurities

Wednesday has had it up to here with the sheriff interrupting them so when he calls and interrupts their evening, she takes matters into her own hands and answers the call

An AU that takes place during their date when Wednesday says she's only doing it because she owes him and Tyler doesn't believe her (I got inspiration from the 'Wednesday and subtly thirsting' gifset)

The birth of Dean

Tyler feels like he's in the middle of an argument between his girlfriend and Thing when Thing shows up at school in his locker

AU where Wednesday is a witch and she takes Tyler on a late night ride on her broom

Based on an incorrect quote. Tyler takes Wednesday to the zoo

Crossover w/Legally Blonde. Elle is the lawyer for Tyler's trial

Wednesday gets a job at the Weathervane to show Tyler that what he does is easy when he teases her about not working

Wednesday insists that she isn't jealous so Tyler takes that as a challenge

Wednesday, Thing, Enid and Tyler watch Wednesday's memories from when she was at camp (a watching fanfiction sort of thing)

Donovan tags along when Tyler teaches Wednesday how to drive

Tyler's grandmother visits and embarrasses him in front of Wednesday

AU where Wednesday is a doctor and when Tyler is visiting Lucas in the hospital he sees her and knows he has to find a way to talk to her/get her attention. So he pretends to fall so she'll have to look him over. Only he actually hurts himself

Dean is now a teenager and really wants to ask out the girl in his class. The problem? It's Xavier daughter. Can the adults tolerate an evening together when Xavier's daughter (and him...reluctantly) attend dinner at the Galpin/Addams house?

Something for Halloween/Wysdaythe13th

So yeah....that's a lot lol I probably won't get to all of them but who knows how many I'll do

y'all know I got a lot of ideas lol

Edit: anything that's scratched out is what I've already done

#wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wyler #weyler #wednesday netflix #wednesday and tyler #wyler fanfiction

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jerzwriter · 1 year ago

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Upon Arrival

OK, I really have issues. This was another <100 ask, and I clocked in at 1600 words. I think I need to change that to 1000 if I ever do it again! lol Anyway, this is based on this ask from my friend @icecoffee90! I hope you enjoy it, Z... Tobias/Jackie/Airport... it was a little challenging. 😉

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Featuring: Jackie Varma Rating: Teen Words: 1,600 Summary: Casey's stuck at work a little late, so she asks Tobias for a favor. Her usually unflappable husband seems a little... flapped... and we're about to find out why. A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Go for a ride day. It may not have been a planned or desired ride, but it was a ride nevertheless. lol

Tobias bopped into the Diagnostic Team’s office with his usual effervescence, and why not? His shift was almost over, and it had been a banner day. Not only did he solve a case that had left the nation’s top doctors baffled for months, but he saved a young child’s life in the process. If that weren’t enough, his favorite patient, Mr. Ortega, went home after two months at Edenbrook, but not before his husband hand-delivered a dozen of his incomparable empanadas as a thank-you. Now, he was about to go home to the most precious little angel ever created with the most beautiful woman in the world on his arm. Sure, he knew the last part was strictly his opinion, but he also knew he was right. He had every reason to be happy.

He lit up when he saw his wife seated behind her desk, but one look at the expression on her face and he quickly dimmed.

“What do you need?” He asked before she could say a word.

“What?” Casey answered defensively, “Who said I needed anything?”

“That look on your face did. Do you need me to take care of a difficult patient?”

“When have I ever asked you to pick up a difficult patient?”

“Never,” he agreed. “Is it Ramsey? You had rounds with him.” Thinking he got it right, he snapped his fingers. “He’s constipated again, isn’t he? And taking it out on you? I’ll go spike his coffee with Fiberlax...”

“No,” Casey laughed. “Ethan’s fine. Please don’t go medicating him illegally. But...”

“But?”

“But he needs me to stay on a little later tonight. Amanda Chou is coming out of surgery in an hour, and we agreed we should assess her as soon as she’s done.”

“That makes sense. Don’t sweat it. I’m more than capable of caring for Samantha until you get home. We’ll both be eagerly waiting for you.”

“Yeah, about that,” she winced.

“What? You don’t think I can take care of Sammy?”

“No! I know you can do that! But did you forget? It’s Wednesday... I was supposed to pick Jackie up at Logan tonight.”

“Oh, right!”

“So, I was wondering... would you be able to get her for me?”

“Casey....” he groaned.

“I already cleared it with your Mom, and she’s happy to stay with Sam until I’m home....”

“Would she happily pick Varma up at Logan for me instead?”

“Tobias, you know she doesn’t drive at night. Besides, she barely knows Jackie.”

“I hardly know her either. But it’s no fault of my own. She hates me.”

“She does not hate you! She’s just... Jackie.”

“No. She hates me.”

“Well, then this is the perfect opportunity for you to get a little one-on-one time with her to work whatever it is out. Come on, baby, do it for me?” She looked at him with the saddest puppy-dog eyes, batting her lashes adorably.

“That’s not fair! You know I can’t deny you. Especially when you give me those eyes.”

“I know, that’s why I do it. Come on, T,” she pleaded as she sat on his lap. “I promise you, she doesn’t bite.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” he scoffed. “I’ll do it, but if I end up needing rabies shots, I’m gonna be pissed.”

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The sun had almost set, but its light was still bright as Tobias waited in his car for Jackie. He adjusted the sunvisor to shield his eyes, then looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed since she told him she was five minutes away. He double-checked the gate to ensure he was in the right spot when he saw her walking his way with two large suitcases in tow. He jumped out of the car with a grin.

“Hey, let me give you a hand with those!”

“Thanks,” Jackie half smiled. “But I managed to get them from my apartment in Los Angeles to Boston. I think I can manage throwing them in the trunk.”

“Suit yourself,” he replied, raising his hands in surrender. “Just trying to be nice.”

He considered attempting small talk as Jackie settled into the passenger’s seat and strapped herself in. But he decided to let her take the lead instead.

Years before, when he came into Casey’s life, every one of her friends was skeptical. After the chemical attack, each warned that he’d meet his fate in unique and painful ways if he dared to hurt her. But if memory served, Jackie’s method of ridding the world of him was the most frightening of all. Most of her friends had come around. After all, they were a disgustingly happy married couple with a little girl of their own. He was obviously in this for the long haul. Casey was safe. He now considered her friends, their friends... except for Jackie, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.

They sat in awkward silence for several more minutes when Jackie caved.

“So... how’d you get stuck coming to get me.”

“Casey’s working late,” he answered, palming the wheel to turn onto the highway. “So, I’m being a nice husband and stepping in.”

He was doing his best. But the neutral expression he had plastered on his face began to crumble when a loud snort escaped Jackie’s nose. Maybe Casey was right; perhaps he should use this time to finally clear the air.

“What?” He asked, annoyed. “What did I say that was so funny?”

“Nothing. But it still blows my mind a little that words like ‘nice husband’ are used to refer to you.”

“OK... but they fit now, right?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “Casey’s nauseatingly happy, so you must be doing something right.”

Just like that, the smile was back on his lips. “That’s good to know.”

But silence descended upon the car again, and Tobias had to ask. “Jackie... do you have a problem with me? I know you thought I was an asshole in the past, but that’s a distant past now. Why the hell don’t you like me?”

Jackie’s eyes lit up, her lips pursing to prevent a telltale grin. She could have some serious fun with this, and her mind spun with fantastical stories that would have Tobias sweating the whole way home. But something happened. She wasn’t sure if it was the borderline fear she saw in the 6’1” man’s eyes or her own worry over the reprimand she’d get from Casey later, but she relented.

“What? Does everyone in the world have to succumb to the charms of Dr. Tobias Carrick?”

“I didn’t say you had to love me, Jackie; it’s just....”

“Why the hell do you think I don’t like you?” She interrupted. “I acknowledge your existence. I talk to you on occasion. I eviscerate you on social media. I was at your wedding, for God’s sake.”

“Yeah, but those could be categorized as obligations because you’re a friend of Casey’s... well, save the social media part.”

“Ah, you don’t know me very well, Carrick. If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t do any of those things. If I truly didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be married to my friend. I would have locked Casey in a closet before your wedding out of moral obligation. But no... I was there.”

“So, you weren’t there solely for the free food and open bar?”

“Well, those were my top two reasons. But I was a freaking bridesmaid. I wouldn’t put myself through that torture if I didn’t like you.”

“So you do like me.”

“You don’t suck... and you make Casey happy, which is all that matters to me. But you really thought I hated you?”

“Well... you always looked at me with disgust...”

Jackie waved her hand, “No, that’s just my face.”

“Ninety percent of the time, if you’re speaking to me, it’s pure sarcasm... and you never call me by my name. It’s always Rico Suave.”

“The name is fitting! Not for nothing, but your mother should have changed it legally before you started school! You’re far more Rico Suave than Tobias.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s meant to be an insult,” he smiled.

“Only a baby one. You really thought I didn’t like you? Have you not seen me with Bryce?”

“I have. I assumed you didn’t like him either.”

“Theoretically, I hate everyone, so I understand the confusion. But Bryce is one of my best friends. Tell him that, and I’ll make sure there is no way you can ever procreate with your wife again.”

Tobias shook his head with a laugh. “So, the first time you admit that you like me, you also threaten violence. Does this mean we’re best friends, too?”

“Don’t push your luck, Rico.”

Tobias pulled the car into the carport of his townhome, and he and Jackie looked up to see Casey at the window with Sammy on her hip. She held the infant’s hand as they excitedly waved together. Tobias watched Jackie break into a rare, genuine smile as she waved back.

“I’m so telling your wife,” she said as they exited the car.

“Telling my wife what?”

“That you’re a wuss. I may have to consider a new nickname for you if you were actually afraid of me.”

“I was never afraid of you! I didn’t want one of Casey’s best friends to hate me. But now I know I have the Varma seal of approval, so all’s well.”

“Hey, slow your roll. If you want an official Varma seal of approval, there will be a fee involved, money bags. Either that, or you could hook me up with your brother. Either will do.”

“Sorry, I think my brother has his eye on Raf.”

“That bastard!”

“As to the fee... how about I treat to dinner tonight?”

Jackie nodded thoughtfully. “Dinner tonight, and I get to tell everyone you feared me.”

Tobias sighed wearily. “I wasn’t afraid of... you know what, if you want to tell a limited audience that I was afraid of you, go for it.”

“Good,” Jackie grinned as Casey opened the door, “Now I know what I’m telling Sammy for a bedtime story!”

I hope it was decent, @icecoffee90... I'm not sure. lol Thanks for the ask, dear!

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #open heart fanfic #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x mc #tobias x casey #jackie varma #playchoices #playchoices fanfic

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bellaxgiornata · 2 years ago

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Safe Haven [Chapter Two]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Back with another! Reader meets Mikey in this one! And there's also a depiction of a seizure in this chapter. Admittedly I edited this one quick so I hope there's no major errors. I just wanted to post this before I went to sleep! You can find the entire list of chapters for this series here.

Tag List: @loveroftoomanyfandoms @farfromstrange @rotscinema @1988-fiend @shouldbestudying41 @shiorimakibawrites @norestfortheshelbywicked @winterschildren17 @acharliecoxedfan @roseallisonparker

Pouring yourself a large glass of wine from the bottle of merlot Birdy had dropped off for you the other day, you heard the television running in the living room–or sitting room, as you forced yourself to remember. Megan had gotten home from her shift at the hospital a bit ago and the two of you had eaten dinner together at her little dining table in the kitchen. While she planned to catch up on some Netflix shows this evening, you were going to grab your laptop and the overfull glass of wine and sit out in the garden and work on your writing. It had been a couple of weeks since you’d truly had a moment to focus on it and you desperately needed to catch up so that you could make your deadlines.

You tucked your laptop under one arm, grabbing the full glass of wine from the counter in the other, and then made your way out of the kitchen. Megan shot you a smile from the couch when she heard your footsteps approaching. Her eyes dropped down, taking in the glass of wine in your hand before glancing at your laptop.

“Good luck. I hope that wine helps your creativity,” she teased.

“It’ll certainly help with something,” you replied, passing behind her on the couch.

Stopping in front of the sliding glass door, you awkwardly maneuvered the things you were carrying so you could unlock it. You used your elbow to carefully slide it open, making sure you didn't spill a drop of wine as you did. Stepping out onto the patio, you used the same elbow to close the door after yourself. And then you turned, making your way over to the table and chairs Megan had on the patio.

You set your laptop onto the table, drawing the glass of wine to your lips as you slid out a chair. From the house just one more over, you could hear the sounds of shouting and laughter. It sounded like they were having some sort of party at the fancy Kinsella house. Brows furrowing, you looked over the four foot stone fence separating Megan’s back garden from the neighbor’s. You could see lights on in every room of Jimmy and Amanda Kinsella’s house. It took a moment for you to remember that today was Wednesday, the day Megan’s neighbor was apparently released from prison. The one who’s bedroom window looked directly into yours. They were probably celebrating his return.

“Wonderful,” you muttered to yourself, settling into the chair.

Flipping open your laptop, you pushed the power button and brought your glass of wine to your lips, taking another drink as the computer started. Tilting your head back, you looked up at the cloudy night sky above you while you waited. Unfortunately there was far too much light pollution in Dublin to see much more than the clouds this evening.

Sighing, a sharp yet hollow ache hit you in the chest. You’d missed those nights at your last home you’d stayed at in Wisconsin. You used to be able to step out into your backyard and cozy up on your hammock with a blanket. Your mind would go just as quiet and still as the evening around you when you stared up at those twinkling stars. You’d loved that little one bedroom house, more than you’d thought you would. You even went so far as planting flowers in the yard and finding decor for the house, truly making it your own.

But inevitably, like all things in your life lately, you’d had to leave it behind.

A loud peel of distant laughter pulled you from your thoughts, your mind returning to the moment as you quickly blinked back tears. You forced yourself to focus on your laptop before you instead. Leaning forward, you pulled up your email, frowning when you saw an email from your editor. No doubt complaining about you relocating yet again and wasting more time moving as opposed to spending that time writing–which she’d recently been on your ass about. Not that Angela had any idea about what was going on with all your new places of residency–though she knew how much you’d emphasized your privacy lately.

With a frown, you picked up your glass of wine and skimmed through the email, only confirming what you’d already suspected. Rolling your eyes, you took another deep drink from the glass, not even bothering to properly enjoy the expensive merlot before you set the glass down and typed up a fast response. Afterwards, you opened up your documents, pulling up the half finished chapter and scrolling through the pages until you found where you’d left off–and then you paused. You’d stopped writing mid-sentence, having been interrupted the last time you’d sat down to work. Flashes of that evening ran through your mind and your eyes snapped shut. That familiar cold prickle of fear crept its way up the back of your neck.

“No,” you muttered, pulling your cardigan tighter around yourself. “Not thinking about that tonight.”

Shaking your head roughly, you did your best to push those thoughts away, though not before taking a good look around the garden to make sure you were truly alone. But you saw nothing out of the ordinary in or outside of the fenced-in yard.

“He doesn’t know I’m here,” you told yourself. “Relax.”

Shifting your gaze, you intensely focused on the words along the screen before you, forcing yourself to concentrate on the last few paragraphs you’d written. It had inevitably taken you multiple re-reads for you to feel like you’d actually read them, though. But eventually, your fingers were flying across your keyboard, your mind once again lost in your story. And you’d carried on that way for quite awhile, occasionally pausing to drink a bit more wine until the glass was empty.

You had been so wrapped up in your writing that the sound of goodbyes ringing out from down the street caught your attention. Glancing over your shoulder, finally drawn away from the writing you’d been doing, you heard a bit of muffled conversation and the sound of car doors being closed. You turned back around, looking down at the time on your laptop. It wasn’t even that late–barely after nine at night. You quickly found yourself surprised that this big bad Irish mob party for their newly returned member from prison had ended so early. Because, from your experience, those usually raged all night.

“But I don’t care about that,” you reminded yourself.

Leaning forward, you focused back on your laptop’s screen. Absently you chewed a fingernail, re-reading the section you’d just written. Your nose scrunched up as you cringed at the entire last paragraph. It didn’t sound right, something about it felt off. Pulling your nail from your teeth, you lowered your finger above the backspace button, about to erase the entire paragraph, but a light unexpectedly turning on in the house next door caused you to jump in your seat.

Sitting bolt upright in your chair, you rubbed a hand across your forehead and tried to calm your racing heart. Looking over to your right, you reminded yourself that it was just the neighbor finally going home next door. Which you supposed meant he’d be living in that house after all.

“Not a big deal,” you whispered. “Just ignore him.”

For a few minutes you focused back on your work, rewriting that entire final paragraph you’d just scrapped. But something about it still felt off to you. Why were you struggling to get the words to come out right? With a groan, you reached over to pick up your wine glass only to remember it had been empty for a bit now. Shoulders slumping, you contemplated calling it a night. Maybe some sleep would help you tackle this tomorrow.

You saved your work before exiting out of your programs and turning off your laptop. But before you could head back inside, the sliding door on the neighbor’s house opened and you froze in your chair at the sound.

Head turning quickly to the side, you noticed a dark haired man stepping outside, his face cast in shadow in the dark of night. You couldn’t help but notice the way he half-heartedly closed his back door like it was a struggle for him to do so. After, he almost limped along the back wall of his house, his shoulder brushing against it as he moved. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him. Something about his movements seemed off. Was he drunk? Or on drugs?

He came to a pause on his patio, his head tilting at a strange angle as he stood incredibly still. Your eyes dropped down to the twitching movement of his fingers, a crease forming between your brows. Something was clearly not right.

You rose to your feet the exact moment the man collapsed to the brick patio beneath him. A surprised gasp flew out of you, your eyes going wide. With the four foot stone fence in the way, you didn’t have an unobstructed view to know if he’d hit his head on the way down or not.

Not even thinking about your actions, you shoved your chair back and raced over to the fence. Blaming it on the adrenaline coursing through you, you stepped up onto the little bench Megan had placed against the stone wall and managed to pull yourself up and over the fence, dropping ungracefully onto a patch of grass. Rising back up to your feet, you hurried over to the man who’d crumpled on the ground, your eyes still wide as you took in the sight of him seizing on the ground.

Seizure, you realized. He was having a seizure.

Immediately you jumped into action, pushing the nearby patio chairs away from the man where he lay on the ground so he wouldn’t hurt himself. Crouching down carefully beside him, you sent him a tense smile. You knew sometimes during a seizure the person could somewhat comprehend what was happening around them, so you figured you’d try to talk to him in the off chance he could understand.

“Hey, I’m your next door neighbor,” you began awkwardly. “I uh, I don’t know if you’re actually able to understand me, but it looks like you’re having a seizure. I’m just–just going to roll you onto your side, alright? It’ll help you breathe better.”

Biting your lip, your hands nervously reached out and landed lightly over the top of his dark jacket-clad shoulders. When he didn’t fight you, you carefully rolled him onto his side with some effort. Next, you slipped your cardigan off of yourself, bunching it up in your hands.

“I uh, I’m just going to put something under your head so you don’t hurt yourself,” you awkwardly explained.

Gingerly you raised his head, gently cradling it in your hand as he continued to shake before you slipped your bunched up sweater underneath him. You lowered his head slowly back to rest on your sweater and then you sat back on the patio. There was nothing more for you left to do but wait out his seizure, so you tucked your legs into your chest and waited quietly beside him.

For some reason your heart ached at the sight of this man lying on the ground like this. And you knew he probably wouldn’t be thrilled to know he had an audience when he came out of it, but you also didn't want to just leave him here alone. He might need further help. You just hoped he wasn’t a violent man when he came out of it.

It was about another minute before you saw some sign of recognition that a stranger was sitting beside him flicker in the man’s eyes. He blinked slowly a few times, his brows drawing together on his forehead.

“Who–who’re ya?” he asked, his words slightly slurred together.

“Your neighbor,” you told him calmly. “Assuming you’re the man who lives here. You are, aren’t you?”

“I–I am,” he answered.

You watched as his hand slid along the brick patio, trying to push himself upright. One of your hands flew out instantly, gently resting on his shoulder. When his eyes narrowed at your touch, you quickly removed your hand.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “But you should give it a moment before you get up. Make sure you’re good first.”

“I’m grand,” he stated firmly, continuing to push himself up from the ground.

“It looked like you just had a seizure,” you replied, shaking your head. “You’re probably not grand at all.”

He blinked a few more times back at you, his hand coming up to rub at his temple as he slowly sat upright. From this close up, without him seizing on the ground and you worried about him, you couldn’t help but notice he was attractive. His dark hair was a bit mussed and you spotted a bit of gray in his beard in the dim light shining out of his house, but you were surprised to find that he had a nice face. Despite the guardedness in his expression, his eyes almost seemed…kind. Like there was something warm hidden far, far back in the depths of them. Which was odd for a man who’d just been released from prison. Usually 'kind' wasn’t the feeling you picked up on. And considering the vulnerable state you’d just found him in, you were shocked he wasn’t responding towards you more aggressively, which only made you more curious.

“I don’t have seizures,” he countered.

“Okay,” you said slowly, “but apparently you do. Because you just did.”

“I–” he paused, shaking his head slowly. “Doesn’t matter. What’re ya doin’ here?”

Your eyebrows rose up onto your forehead before you glanced away awkwardly down at your feet. Heat was creeping its way up your neck and towards your cheeks. Why had you jumped the fence to come help a stranger?

Clearing your throat nervously, you answered, “You looked like you needed help.”

“ I’m grand ,” he pressed.

“You know in my experience,” you shot back sarcastically, “generally when someone collapses to the ground, they’re not grand. So can you stop saying that already?”

The man didn’t answer as he pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. A brief silence fell over the pair of you, one that had you shifting uncomfortably in front of him. You should probably go. It was weird you’d jumped the fence to check on him to begin with, this was just getting vastly more awkward.

“You’re–you’re American?” he asked.

Your attention returned to him at the question. He was eyeing you curiously in the dark, the corners of his eyes creased as they scanned over your face. Something about his eyes had you getting lost in them, your mind going momentarily blank before you started fumbling to form words.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed out. You cleared your throat yet again when you’d sounded far too breathy for your liking. “Just moved in with my half-sister the other day.” You gestured a hand behind you to your sister’s house. "Technically it's her house, I'm just…crashing for a bit."

Another awkward silence fell between the pair of you, the man just silently watching you with an unreadable expression on his face. You sent him a tense smile before pushing yourself up to your feet, his eyes following your movement. A moment later he slowly followed suit, coming to stand beside you. Heat was still burning at your cheeks under the weight of his stare.

"I should go, this is just–just weird," you blurted, laughing nervously. "I uh, I'm sorry for intruding but I just–" you paused, shaking your head, "–I couldn't just ignore you like that. I'm–I’m sorry."

You turned, grimacing at how uncomfortable this whole interaction had been as you made your way back over to the fence.

"Wait!"

You stopped, turning your head over your shoulder back towards him. Your eyes dropped down to his outstretched hand that was holding your balled up cardigan.

"This is yours, yeah?" he asked, making his way over to you slowly.

"Oh, yes, thank you," you mumbled, accepting the sweater.

You quickly slipped the sweater back on, only just now realizing how cold you'd gotten in your tee-shirt in the chilly evening. The fear for the man and then the awkward conversation afterwards had definitely distracted you from the temperature of the evening.

You turned back to the fence and then paused, a frown falling onto your lips. How the hell were you going to scale the fence from this side? There was no way you had enough upper body strength to pull yourself up the four feet of stone without something to at least stand on.

"Ya don't need to scale the fence," the man's amused tone came from behind you. "I can let ya out through the front door, y'know."

Chewing your lip awkwardly, you half-turned towards him. Your arms wrapped around your chest as you shrank back from him. The last thing you felt like doing was agreeing to step into the house of a man you didn’t know. Especially one you knew had just been released from prison.

As if he sensed your sudden shift in mood, his expression lightened. He sent you a small smile, one that looked a little awkward, too.

"I'm–I'm not goin' to hurt ya," he muttered.

"I uh, don't really know you," you answered softly. "No offense, but honestly I'm not the type to wander into any strange man’s house. It’s not–not necessarily anything personal."

Something flickered in his eyes at your words, that smile of his beginning to twist downwards. He nodded after a moment, his eyes scanning around the garden. He focused on the chair you'd moved away from him during his seizure, walking over to it and picking it up in both of his hands. He glanced up at you, a timid smile on his mouth now.

"Least I can do is help ya over then," he said.

Biting your lip, you sent him a shy smile before stepping aside and out of his way. He walked over to the fence, setting the chair down beside it before he looked back over at you.

“Hopefully that’ll help,” he murmured.

You nodded, muttering a quiet ‘thanks’ as you walked over to the chair and carefully stepped up onto it. It shook a bit unsteadily underneath you, taking you by surprise. Your hands flew out to steady yourself against the stone at the same time his hands just barely grazed your hips. You instantly stiffened under the unexpected touch, your gaze falling over your shoulder and down on him.

“Sorry,” he apologized, quickly removing his hands.

“It–it’s fine,” you said, shooting him a tight smile.

Attention returning to the fence, you placed your hands on the top of it before briefly closing your eyes, begging whatever higher power existed not to make you look like a total dumbass right now. Using all of your strength, you managed to hoist yourself up onto the top of the fence, twisting so you could sit on it and throw your legs over the side facing Megan’s yard. And then you pushed yourself over with your hands, landing with a soft thud on the other side.

“Michael,” you heard him call out behind you.

Spinning on the spot, you looked back at the man over the fence separating the pair of you. He looked nervous now, and the way he’d called out towards you had sounded hurried, as if he wasn’t sure he’d wanted to or not. You raised a questioning brow back at him.

“My name,” he clarified, that nervous expression still spread across his face. “It’s Michael Kinsella.”

Hesitating a moment, you wondered if it was possible to avoid giving him your name. You didn’t want to draw any attention from a single Kinsella to you, but not offering him your name might do just that.

“Grace Moore,” you said eventually, offering him the fake name you’d taken to using here.

Part of you felt bad about lying when you saw the nerves ease from his face at your introduction. Something about lying to him just felt wrong. Trying to push that particular feeling away, you gestured towards the fence and laughed nervously.

“Can’t say I’m very graceful, though,” you joked.

A chuckle fell out of Michael in response, the sound seeming to surprise even himself considering how quickly he’d tried to control it. He nodded, shooting you a broad smile that looked like it lit up his face. For the briefest moment you caught a little glint in his eye, and you felt like you saw that glimpse of kindness you’d noticed earlier shining a little closer to the surface as he gazed back at you. The sight of it had a smile spreading across your mouth that you couldn’t control.

“I should let you go,” you said, taking a step back. “I was actually about to go to sleep before uh, well, this.”

“Sorry to have interrupted,” he replied. “But…thank ya.”

You nodded, clearing your throat as you raised a hand and waved at him. “Have a good rest of your night,” you said.

“I–I hope ya do as well,” he said softly.

You turned, making your way back over to the table where your laptop and empty wine glass were still located. You picked them both up and made your way back over to the sliding glass door. Pulling it open, you drew Megan’s attention to you instantly. She shot you a grin.

“What?” you asked her.

Taking a moment, you closed the door behind yourself and made sure it was locked. From the couch, you saw the way Megan shrugged a shoulder at you, that grin still on her mouth.

“Nothing,” she said slyly. “Just saw you making friends with the neighbor.”

You rolled your eyes, making your way back to the kitchen to take care of your wine glass.

“I wasn’t making friends,” you called back to her. “He fell down, I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“So you jump a four foot fence?” she called back.

Rinsing out your glass of wine in the kitchen sink, you huffed out a breath. “It was instinct, okay? I don’t know why I did it,” you answered.

“Well he’s cute,” she said loudly from the other room.

You set your wine glass carefully in the sink, telling yourself you’d take care of dishes in the morning before you made your way back down the hall towards the sitting room. Megan was still grinning at you when you appeared.

“How the hell do you know if he’s cute?” you asked.

“I may have…taken a peak outside when I wondered where you’d disappeared,” she admitted.

You rolled your eyes before shooting your sister a pointed look. “He’s also fresh out of prison,” you reminded her.

She shrugged easily again, that sly smile still on her face. “Wouldn’t be the first one,” she replied.

Your eyes narrowed back at your sister, anger and hurt both simultaneously unfurling in your gut. Noticing how her words had affected you, the smile quickly slipped off of her face.

“Sorry,” she said immediately. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m going to bed,” you replied. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Grace!” she called after you as you began to ascend the steps. “Hey, come on! I’m sorry! That wasn’t what I meant!”

But you continued on your way to your room, closing the door behind yourself quickly. Your breath felt like it was coming in short as you set your laptop on the nightstand beside the bed. Throwing a hand up, you tugged at the collar of your tee-shirt. You felt like you were beginning to suffocate. Sweat was starting to dampen your forehead as your body temperature increased as if a panic attack was on the horizon. Making your way over to the window, you yanked it up and lowered your face to the opening, immediately relieved when the cool night air hit you. Gradually your breathing began to even out as you relaxed in front of the open window.

You knew Megan hadn’t meant to make light of your past, but that didn’t mean it still hadn’t bothered you. Or that it didn’t shake loose a few thoughts you were quickly and desperately trying to shove back in their mental boxes where they belonged. Because you didn’t want to think about him .

A light flipped on in the bedroom across from your window, your eyes drawn to it. Through the sheer curtains you saw a figure moving around inside. Michael, you assumed. For a moment your mind went back to that strange and awkward encounter with him just minutes ago.

He had seemed sweet, nervous even. Not at all what you had expected him to be. And you certainly hadn't expected him to be a good-looking man about your age. And that Irish accent certainly wasn't half bad.

Your eyes snapped shut at the thought immediately. No, you were not going to think about Michael Kinsella like that. That was a terrible, horrible, awful, no-good idea. He was a danger to you keeping your identity a secret and being able to live here and lay low in peace. You were not going to form a crush on him.

Your brows lowered onto your forehead, your lips curving downwards. Why the hell did you think you were forming a crush? That was ridiculous, you were certainly not–

"Ya doin' alright over there?"

Eyes flying wide open, you spotted Michael. He was leaning forward out of his own open bedroom window, a look of concern written on his features. Your lips parted in surprise, not expecting him to have caught you. Especially not in the middle of the particular train of thoughts you'd just been having.

"Uh, yeah," you replied, a sheepish smile spreading over your lips.

"Do all Americans like leaving their windows open in the freezin' cold? Or is it just ya?" he asked.

It took a moment to realize he was teasing you and heat flushed over your cheeks yet again.

"I just needed some air," you answered. Feeling bold you asked, "What's your excuse?"

“Was wonderin’ if ya were planning to jump outta you’re window,” he replied. “Ya looked…”

You noticed how he trailed off, his eyes boring into you so intensely that it made you uncomfortable. Almost like if he looked long enough he’d discover all your hidden secrets. You abruptly decided to change the subject. He didn’t need to know what was on your mind–in relation to him or the reason why you’d initially needed the air in the first place. Instead, you glanced down at the ground below you.

“Would it matter?” you countered. “Most I’d do is break an arm at this height.”

“That’s awfully dark,” he said.

Your eyes flew back up towards him, a smile settling onto your mouth. “You’re the one making conversation with a woman you thought was about to jump out of a window,” you pointed out.

He nodded his head, one corner of his lip twitching up in amusement. “Ya make a good point,” he replied.

Another little silence fell between you, your eyes taking in the sight of Michael in his dark green and wrinkled tee-shirt. You could see him better now that he was in his well lit bedroom even if you were both about ten feet away from each other. He had tattoos on his arm that you hadn’t noticed earlier because he’d been wearing a jacket and you found yourself curious what they were of and for. He also looked like he had a bit of muscle underneath that loose shirt of his.

After a moment you realized you’d been standing there quietly checking him out and your eyes flew back up to his face. Judging by his own expression he must’ve realized he’d been doing the same, his gaze meeting yours only seconds after leaving your chest. You sent him a tense smile, the cold air starting to raise the hairs along your forearms now.

“I should really get to sleep now,” you said, breaking the silence.

You watched as his face fell, the change so miniscule it was almost hard to catch. It looked like there was something certainly going on behind his eyes, something you caught even from ten feet away. There was a sadness that was steadily growing on his face as he nodded solemnly at your words. Megan’s words about Michael possibly not wanting to stay in that house suddenly ran through your mind again and you found yourself wondering if that had something to do with why he looked so dejected. And maybe why he’d continued to talk to you so much this evening.

He was lonely, you realized. And maybe something more than that, too.

“I uh, I’ll let ya get to it then,” he said. “It was nice meeting ya.”

He’d spoken just loud enough for you to barely catch his words. Something stirred in your chest, a desire to somehow bridge the space between the pair of you and ease that pain written on his face. But you weren’t sure why you felt that way.

No, you were not going to examine that thought any further.

“Goodnight, Michael,” you replied, ending the conversation.

“G’night Grace,” he said.

Slipping back inside the bedroom, your hands reached up and grabbed the window. While you slowly slid it back down, your eyes were locked on Michael across from you practically mirroring your actions. Both of your windows closed almost simultaneously. Reaching out for the curtain with your right hand, you slowly began to draw it close, pausing just long enough to send him a final, slightly awkward wave. He smiled just a little, his own hand raising just a bit to wave back. You closed the curtains the rest of the way before you finished getting ready for bed.

Though when you finally curled up in your bed a few minutes later, tired and ready to drift to sleep, you found that you couldn’t shake the complexity and depth of what was hidden in Michael’s eyes from your mind.

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