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javiscigarette · 1 year ago

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Silent Night

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You’re home for the holidays and Joel isn't gonna let a drinking contest or a house full of people stop him.

Warnings: PWP ofc, established relationship, mentions of drinking/alcohol, having to keep quiet?, oral (f&m receiving), thigh grinding, creampie, breeding kink, come play, getting caught, I think that's all lmk if I missed anything

w/c: 6.6k

a/n: hiii everyone! I am in fact alive! I'm finally on break from school and this is just a lil something I wrote real quick bc I've been in the holiday spirit since before October even ended hehehe :) Anyway, thank u to the actual loml @undrthelights for beta reading and finding the perfect pics!! It's nice to be back! Please leave a comment letting me know if you liked it, support is what keeps writers going!! Love u all!!

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Your hips grind a little harder against his thigh, a soft sight falling from your lips as he licks and sucks at the spot under your ear that drives you absolutely wild. “I don't think I can be quiet” you whisper, gasping softly when his tongue swipes over your pulse. "You can" he mumbles against the side of your neck, the vibrations of his voice and his warm breath against your skin sending burning hot sparks down your spine. “You can do whatever I ask, can’t you baby?”

You can hear them downstairs, muffled sounds of Joel and several other of your family members talking and laughing while they sip on the fancy whiskey that your dad was saving for the occasion. You opted out of it, quickly taking up the offer of the first hour or two of alone time you’ve had since you arrived at your parents house two days ago instead. You figured Joel could use the time too, talking with your dad and uncles and cousins about whatever men talk about when they’re doing whiskey tasting in the mancave of a basement.

You managed to avoid getting roped into watching a shitty Hallmark Christmas movie with the rest of your family or helping them prep for the big dinner tomorrow. After successfully sneaking away to your old childhood bedroom that’s now redecorated as a simple guest room, you're left with nothing to do besides relax. First up was a long shower with the water so hot you nearly scalded your skin, and now you’re cozied up in bed, nose buried deep in the middle of your book while the rest of the house buzzed with muted background noise.

Time passes without you noticing, too engrossed in your book to keep track, but eventually the bedroom door creaks open, pulling you back to reality. You’re about to tell off whoever is at the door for interrupting you, but you immediately soften when Joel slips inside, quietly closing the door behind him.

He looks so sweet, wrapped up in a thick dark brown sweater, his curls flopping over his forehead, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose with a lopsided smile. His eyes are soft, warm, and a bit glassy as he looks at you like you’re the best thing he ever did see.

"Think your dad is trying to kill me" he says, his words slurring just a bit as he crosses the room over to the bed.

You giggle, watching him plop down on the bed on his back, his head rolling over to look at you, "Are you surprised? He does this to you every year."

It's true, every holiday at your parents house, your dad insists on the whiskey "tasting", which is really just him pouring heavy handed shots and glasses and seeing who's going to be the last one to tap out. Usually it's just him and his brothers in the end, hashing out some decades old sibling rivalry in the form of a drinking contest. And ever since the first time you brought Joel home for the holiday five years ago, your father has insisted on dragging him down there and challenging him too.

The first year was the worst with Joel not heeding any of your warnings about how much liquor your dad would actually push on him. Joel was so sick by the end of the night that he made best friends with the toilet and passed out on the couch, then spent most of the next morning with a massive hangover, apologizing profusely to your dad about it who just laughed and said that he can try again next year.

Thankfully, Joel knows his limits now and has made peace with the fact that he'll never beat your dad at his own game. It doesn't mean that the challenge doesn't still stand.

"No" he mumbles, a dopey smile spreading across his face, "Guess I jus' never expect him to pour shots big enough to knock out a horse"

"How many did you have this time?" You ask, bookmarking your place in the book before setting it aside, sitting up a little straighter and adjusting the pillows behind your back.

"Jus' three."

"Oh, so you are just a lightweight then?"

"I'm not a fuckin' lightweight" he grumbles with a dramatic pout.

You laugh as you turn to lay on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. Your hand instinctively falls to his hair, a small content sigh falling from his lips as your fingertips skate across his hairline and glide through his soft curls. scooting closer to him and reaching down to run your fingers through his hair, "Okay, baby" you hum, smiling when his eyes fall shut as your nails gently scratch his scalp, "If you say so."

Joel melts under your touch, like a cat basking in the sun, a lazy little grin on his face and a dreamy, far off look in his eyes. His face is still flushed, the tips of his ears and the tops of his cheeks a rosy shade of pink, his lips slightly parted, a few more stray curls falling across his forehead. He looks absolutely gorgeous, and the soft, tender look in his eyes when he finally looks back up at you melts you from the inside out.

You cup the side of his face in your hand and ;ean in to press a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You're so cute when you're drunk" you murmur, moving kissing his cheek.

"M'not drunk"

You pull back to look him in the eye, smiling, "Sure you're not"

"I'm not" he whines, "M'just a lil' tipsy."

"Alright" you hum, pressing a quick kiss to his pouty lips.

Joel follows your mouth with the softest whine when you start to pull back, his large hand cupping the back of your head, holding you still while he kisses you, needy, but still so sweet. The taste of whiskey is heavy on his tongue as it slides against yours, a soft, satisfied noise rumbling in his chest when you part your lips further, kissing him deeper.

When he finally lets you break the kiss, you're left just a little breathless and dazed, a giddy feeling swirling low in your belly. His pupils are blown when he looks up at you, his lips spit slick and plump, a lopsided smile on his face. He turns a little more on his side facing you, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt until his hand slips easily underneath like it was meant to be there. The warmth of his palm smoothing up and down the curve of your spine is soothing, his fingers gently tracing over your ribs and the dip of your waist, the slight scratch of his calluses over your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at your lips, licking his own. Realistically, you knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as he entered the bedroom. You know how he gets when he's like this, soft, sweet, and incredibly needy. With all the amount of times he tugged you into a bar bathroom after he's had a few, or when Tommy drops him off after a night out and he's already halfway to undressing you before the front door even shuts. You know he's trouble like this, but you can never deny him when he's looking at you like that, like you're the only thing he needs, the only thing he's ever needed.

He leans in to kiss you again, slow and sweet, his fingers splaying on your lower back and keeping you close. His mouth moves languidly against yours, the tip of his tongue tracing your bottle lip and his teeth sinking in the slightest bit to nip and tug, pulling a desperate little sound out from the back of your throat.

He sighs at the small sound and starts to lean into you more, using his weight to roll you over until you're flat on your back with him hovering above you, his forearms on either side of your head with his knees bracketing your hips. The kisses grow hungrier, wetter, more insistent, his mouth moving against yours like he's trying to breathe the very air from your lungs.

He shifts a bit and you moan softly into his mouth when his thigh slots between yours, the firm muscle of his thigh pushing right up against the apex of your thighs, the perfect amount of pressure to make heat spark and smolder in your belly. He does it again, rocking his thigh up against you just a little harder, swallowing the needy whimper that you let out, the heat and friction making you ache.

You can’t help but grind against his thigh, the seam of your sweatpants pressing against the damp spot that’s already forming on your panties and digging into your clit just right. You’re chasing the growing pleasure, the firmness of his thigh and the intoxicating taste of whiskey on his soft lips mixed with the faint trace of his peppermint toothpaste. You’d give anything to have him, for him to take you, but the sounds of laughter and chatter coming from downstairs is a rude reminder of reality.

"Joel" you warn with absolutely no heat in your voice, his lips grazing the sensitive spot under your ear, "We can't.”

He ignores you for a beat, crashing his lips back on yours and kissing you until he needs to come up for air.

"We can" he says, his voice gravelly and thick with want, the deep rumble vibrating in his chest. "We're bein' real quiet"

His lips trail across the line of your jaw and up your cheek before landing on your mouth again. The slow, lazy drag of his tongue against yours makes you throb, another soft when escaping you and the muscles in your legs and stomach tightening as you make no effort to stop moving against his thigh.

“Everyone will hear us” you try feebly, knowing it’s futile.

Joel smirks against your lips, the bastard. “Nah. I’ll be quiet.”

You know he's a damn liar and a bad one at that. In what world could you be quiet with his hands and mouth on you, with his thick cock buried deep inside you, stretching you out and filling you up so good that your toes curl? And in what world could he be quiet, not running his mouth about how good you feel, how pretty you look stuffed full of him, how well you take him. You know exactly how it'll go, if the numerous failed previous attempts are anything to go by.

But then his lips are on the side of your neck, and you're forgetting why it matters. You let your eyes fall shut as his lips press gentle, wet kisses up and down the column of your throat, the stubble on his cheeks and chin scratching and tickling in the best way. You're quickly forgetting why this was a bad idea to begin with.

"You can" he mumbles against the side of your neck, the vibrations of his voice and his warm breath against your skin sending burning hot sparks down your spine. “You can do whatever I ask, can’t you baby?”

“I don’t- oh…”

The rest of your sentence dies on the tip of your tongue as he pushes his thigh against you, grinding it up against your core in a way that has your head spinning and toes curling, the pleasure sharp and delicious as it melts into your veins.

“That’s right” he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’ll do whatever I say, huh?”

There’s a pause and when you open your eyes, his are dark, his pupils blown wide, the deep brown nearly swallowed whole. His hair is tousled and curlier than ever, a few loose strands hanging in his face. His lips are slightly parted, swollen, red, and sick and shiny from your kisses. He’s an absolute sight and you can’t help but nod, eager to do whatever he wants, whatever he asks, because god it’s always worth it.

His eyes crinkle a bit at the corners and the lopsided smirk on his face widens. He’s the fucking devil.

Just the thought of him taking you with the rest of the house full of your extended family is making your veins buzz, excitement bubbling low in your belly. But you're well aware of just how thin the walls are and how nosy some members of your family are and you can't fathom how awkward it would be to come down for breakfast the next morning after the whole house heard you getting absolutely railed.

"It’ll be okay" he assures, reading your thoughts, his hands slipping under your shirt again. The fabric bunches up over his wrists as he slides his palms up your torso to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "M’not gonna let anyone else hear you. Just me."

Fuck.

His simple words are enough to convince you, not that you needed much convincing in the first place. He had you wrapped around his finger and him around yours, and there was no way you were going to say no to what you know will come next. A jolt of electricity shoots down your spine and settles hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach. Your resolve breaks, your legs falling open further, letting him get even closer, and Joel lets out a soft, happy noise against your mouth.

"Atta girl" he hums, his voice rough and deep, "So good for me, aren't ya baby?"

"Always" you manage to reply, the word more of a sigh as you arch your back, his thumb teasing your nipple until it's pebbled and hard.

He gives into you easily, tugging your shirt up and over your head. His mouth lands on your chest as soon as it’s exposed, immediately licking and kissing across your collarbones and the swell of your breast. He noses along the valley between them, the coarse hair of his beard tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can feel him grinning against your skin before he nips and sucks at the supple flesh until a red mark rises to the surface.

You squirm beneath him, his leg still nestled perfectly between yours and pressing against you every time he shifts. The pressure is building in your gut, your clit aching and throbbing. The feeling is almost too much with his hot wet mouth now wrapped around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak making it harder and harder for you to keep quiet.

“Joel,” you hiss, the word half warning and half plea.

“Hush, baby” he mumbles against your skin. His fingers replace his mouth, pinching and teasing your swollen, spit-slick nipple as he kisses across your chest to lavish your other nipple with the same attention.

“Gotta be quiet, remember?” he says when he pulls back, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. “Unless you want everyone hearin’ ya”

You open your mouth to say something in protest, to tell him that he’s making things a lot harder right now, but then he starts moving, sliding down the bed and the words die in your throat. The look he gives you as he settles on his stomach between your thighs is sinful, his eyes dark and mischievous, his lips pulled up into a smirk.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, slowly pulling them along with your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare. Your stomach swoops at the sight of his eyes trained to your center and your thighs twitch, wanting to snap shut and hide. But his hands on both of your thighs keep you spread open for him. You swallow thickly, your breath catching in your throat, the anticipation building in the pit of your belly as your slick starts to drip down the cleft of your ass.

Joel’s mouth falls open slightly, a shaky breath escaping him. “Fuck, baby” he sighs, tongue darting out to lick his cherry red lips, his eyes glazing over. A small, content smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, a swell of pride blossoming in your chest. He looks wrecked, like a starving man eyeing his first meal, and the way he's looking at you so intently, like you're the best thing he's ever seen, the thing that's kept him alive all these years, is making your heart pound almost painfully in your chest.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he praises, his hand running along the inside of your thigh. “And all mine.”

Like he can’t wait another second, he’s leaning in and licking a long, wet stripe up your center, dragging his tongue through your folds from your leaking hole to your swollen, needy clit. The feeling of his tongue on you pulls a soft, broken sound from you. You clap your hand over your mouth as your head spins, a rush of pleasure washing over you making the muscles in your thighs and stomach twitch and flex.

He does it again and again, and every time his tongue flicks over the swollen bud, you let out a soft whine that sounds far too loud in the otherwise quiet room.

He groans against you, his mouth already wet and messy as he laps at your pussy like he's starving for it, like he would die without tasting you. His eyes are locked on yours, the look in them so dark and primal that it makes your walls clench, more slick freely leaking out of you and onto his tongue. He laps it up happily, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you steady as his mouth works your clit.

He lets out a quiet, breathy moan when you slide your hand through his hair once again, your fingers tangling in and pulling on the soft brown strands. His eyes flutter shut, a shuddery exhale falling from his parted lips, and the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your wet, sensitive center has you stifling another high pitched whimper.

You roll your hips up against his face, desperate for more, and he gets the hint, the flat of his tongue swiping up through your folds a few more times before he dips it into your entrance, pushing in and out while his nose nudges at your clit. You're writhing beneath him, tugging at his hair, trying so hard to be quiet but failing miserably, soft, desperate little noises pouring out of your mouth. You know he's loving it too, making no effort to keep your noises at bay, not giving a single fuck about who might hear.

He moans against your cunt, the vibrations making you jolt, your hips rolling up to meet him. You're panting, the hand that isn't buried in his hair gripping the sheets tight enough that your knuckles turn white, and your back arches when his tongue fucks in and out of you faster, rougher.

"Joel, fuck" you gasp, "I- I'm-

He growls, the sound muffled by your pussy, the vibrations and the feeling of his stubble dragging along your inner thighs making your toes curl, the familiar coil in your belly tightening, your thighs trembling.

He doubles down, bringing a hand between your legs to replace his tongue with two thick fingers sinking into you and curling up against that spot inside you that has you seeing stars, his tongue circling your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, his mouth and hand working in tandem to pull you apart.

"Fuck, I'm close" you whimper, his fingers crooking against that spot inside of you, sending white hot fire coursing through your veins as your slick leaks down his fingers and into his palm like hot honey.

He hums, sucking your clit between his lips, and your legs clamp around his head, your hand tightening in his hair as your orgasm crashes over you, your back arching off the mattress, a muffled, broken moan spilling out from behind your hand. He fucks you through it, his tongue flattening out against your clit while the tips of his fingers rub against that sweet spot inside of you, sending more sparks of pleasure tingling up and down your spine.

When it's too much, when the sensitivity makes tears prick in the corners of your eyes, you make a feeble attempt to push him away. He pulls back, sitting up on his knees, his chin and cheeks wet with your slick, his pupils blown so wide that the brown is almost completely swallowed up by black. He stares at you, his gaze so heavy and intense that it makes another shiver run down your spine.

"You're not being very quiet" he smirks as he moves off the bed to stand up.

You roll your eyes, still coming down from the aftershocks, your thighs quivering, "Yeah, no shit" you mutter, propping yourself up on your elbows.

He chuckles as he pulls off his sweater and the t-shirt underneath it before he starts unbuckling his belt and working on his jeans. You sit up, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed, reaching out and batting his hands away, taking over and quickly unfastening the button and pulling the zipper down.

He doesn't protest, letting you push his jeans and boxers down his legs until he kicks them all the way off. Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, hard cock hanging heavy between his legs, flushed a deep red with slippery precum beading at the tip. You reach out, wrapping your hand around the base and taking a moment or two to revel in the familiar weight and warmth of him in your hand.

He shudders, a low moan rumbling in his chest, his eyes slipping shut as his hand moves to cup the back of your head. He watches you intently as you take your time, lazily stroking him, rubbing the pad of your thumb over the leaking tip and tracing the throbbing veins that run along the sides. His breathing grows heavy, his jaw clenching and his stomach muscles twitching as he tries so hard not to buck his hips up into the loose circle of your fist.

"C'mon, sweetheart" he pleads, the words leaving his mouth as a low, breathless groan, "Get me all nice and wet for you."

He doesn't have to ask twice. You lean forward and you dart your tongue out to lap up the bead of precum, humming at the salty, bitter taste of it, swirling the flat of your tongue over the head of his cock, your hand pumping the rest of his shaft. His breath catches in his throat, a stuttered curse falling from his lips when you dip your tongue into the slit, teasing more precum out.

He groans, his grip on the back of your head tightening, urging you to take him into the warm, wet heat of your mouth. You sink down, flattening your tongue and taking him all the way until he hits the back of your throat, the tip of his cock brushing against the roof of your mouth. You breathe through your nose, hollowing your cheeks, swallowing around him, and the deep, guttural groan that he lets out has you squirming, slick leaking out of your cunt and onto the sheets below.

"There ya go" he pants, his head lolling back, "Oh, baby, that's it. S'fuckin' perfect."

You pull off, a string of spit and precum connecting his cock to your bottom lip, and you look up at him through your lashes.

"Need to be quiet" you remind him, "Or else I'll stop"

He lets out a shaky breath and nods, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He's not used to keeping quiet, not used to not telling you how good you feel, not used to not begging you to let him cum in that low, raspy tone that never fails to make you weak.

"I'll be good," he whispers, breathless and needy. "Promise."

Your stomach swoops at his words, arousal burning bright in your belly. Unable to stay away for much longer, you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the head of his cock. His hips jerk, another drop of precum leaking out. You lick it up, swirling your tongue around the sensitive, swollen tip before sinking down again. You take him into the wet heat of your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and swallowing around him, bobbing your head slowly and steadily.

He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood trying with all his might to keep his noises in as you drool all over his cock. He can't take his eyes off you, watching the way he disappears into the slick heat of your mouth. You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around him, spit dripping down his cock and leaking out the corners of your mouth while your eyes water as you take him as far as you can.

You take him deeper, and you swallow, your throat convulsing around him, and the way his whole body shudders makes you smile, proud of the effect you have on him. He's so big and thick, and you both know you can't fit him all the way down your throat, but seeing you try your best is enough to make his thighs start to shake.

His cock hits the back of your throat again and again, the tip dipping into the soft, warm, tight space, and Joel's breathing is getting heavier and faster, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Shit" he grits out under his breath, "That's it, sweetheart. That's fuckin' it."

The praise goes straight between your legs, a fresh wave of slick leaking out of you and it's too tempting to resist, so you slip your hand between your thighs and rub circles around your clit, moaning softly around his cock.

He hisses, his eyes snapping down, watching your hand disappear between your legs.

"Are you touchin' yourself?" he asks, the words coming out rough and choked, his eyebrows raised.

You nod, sliding a finger into yourself, and you pull off his cock, panting, a thin strand of spit connecting the head to your bottom lip.

"Can't help it" you whine pathetically, your voice already raspy from how far his cock had been down your throat.

Joel groans, his dick twitching, and he's had enough. He takes a step back, and you let go, a little confused and worried that you've done something wrong. But he just takes hold of your arms and yanks you off the bed, his strong hands easily manhandling you, and then he's pushing you, turning you around and bending you over the side of the mattress.

"Oh" you breathe out, bracing yourself on your forearms, arching your back, sticking your ass up in the air.

You don't have to wait long for him to move. His hand is smoothing over your ass, the other one guiding his cock towards your sopping cunt. He teases the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and dragging his head over your swollen clit a few times before lining himself up and sinking in.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, letting out a stuttering breath, the familiar, delicious burn of his thick cock stretching you out making your eyes roll back into your head. You've made peace with the face that you'll never be used to his size. It'll always be too much, the feeling of him pushing into, forcing your walls to make room for him will always make you clench and shiver.

He's got his hands on your hips, holding you steady as he bottoms out, his hips flush with the curve of your ass with the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. He holds himself there for a moment, both of you adjusting to the feeling, and you're trying so hard not to moan, to keep your noises muffled by the mattress, and you know Joel's struggling too, his jaw clenched tight and his brow furrowed.

"Good girl" he whispers, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, "Taking my cock so well, aren't ya?"

You nod, whimpering, your fingers twisting in the sheets.

He pulls back and thrusts back in, setting a steady, slow rhythm, the wet slide of his cock making the most obscene sounds. And it's driving you crazy, the need to let out loud, your chest burning with the effort of keeping your noises in. He keeps his pace slow, not wanting to make more noise with his hips snapping against your ass. It’s nearly tortuous though, the drag of his cock in and out of you so slow that you can feel every ridge as he takes his sweet time. You can only handle it for a few moments before the tingling hints of pain from the stretch subside and the burning need for him to fuck you senseless takes over.

"Joel" you whine, "Faster, please."

He leans over you, his front pressed against your back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "You're not gonna stay quiet if I do," he says, his voice deep and gravelly, "Just take what I give you, sweetheart."

You're so worked up, the slow pace makes you even more desperate for him, and you can't help it, you need more, and you reach a hand back and grab his hip, urging him to speed up.

"I-I'll try" you promise, "Please, just- Just fuck me, Joel, please"

He hesitates, but the way you're squirming beneath him is so tempting, and the way his cock is throbbing and dripping inside of you is telling him that he needs more too.

Before you can say anything else, he's pulling back, the thick, heavy weight of him sliding out of you. You whimper at sudden empty feeling but you don't have time to complain before he's flipping you over onto your back and scooting you up the bed before climbing on top of you. You can’t help but notice how big he is, the muscles flexing smoothly in his strong arms that box you in as he hovers above you, nearly encompassing your entire body underneath his. His mouth is on yours before you can even blink, his tongue slipping past your lips and kissing you like his life depends on it.

He settles between your legs, his hips nestled in the cradle of your thighs, his cock dragging along your clit again warm and heavy, and you gasp, the sound swallowed by his mouth. You're squirming again, desperate to feel him stretch you out more and he takes mercy on you, reaching between your bodies and grabbing the base of his cock, guiding the thick head towards your entrance.

"Gotta be quiet, baby" he warns, his eyes boring into yours as he looks down at you. "Those pretty noises are just for me, yeah? Can't have anyone hearin' 'em."

You nod frantically and the next second he's pushing in, the fat head of his cock forcing its way into you and bottoming out in one smooth motion. You let out a gasp that's definitely too loud but Joel is quick to remedy it, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, his fingers splaying across your cheek.

"Shh" he shushes you, his hips rolling, the slow, lazy drag of his cock against your walls making you clench around him. Your eyes roll back, your back arching as his hand stops all the whiny little sounds you can't help but make. He continues to fuck you slow and deep, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking wet cunt, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing softly in the room.

You can't take your eyes off him, watching his eyes squeeze shut, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he fucks you, his brows knitted together and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. He looks beautiful like this, sweat glistening on his skin, his jaw tight, and his eyes shut tight, his mouth hanging open with his breaths coming out in soft, barely audible pants.

"Mmm" he hums, his hips picking up speed, his cock pushing impossibly deeper. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby. Fuck."

You reflexively clench around him and a shudder runs through his whole body.

"Gettin' real tight" he pants, "Tryna milk the cum right outta me, huh? Tryna make me fill up that pretty pussy?"

You whimper into his palm, your pussy fluttering, a fresh wave of slick coating his cock, and he groans, his hips picking up speed.

"S'what you want?" he asks in a hushed tone, his hand still pressed firmly over your mouth. "You want me to fill you up? Make a mess of that pretty pussy? Breed you until you're fuckin' stuffed, baby girl?"

Your back arches off the bed, the coil in your belly so tight that you think you might pass out. He's rambling, his thrusts losing rhythm, his breathing getting ragged and choppy, his chest heaving and his thighs shaking.

"That's it" he coaxes when you tighten around him even more, "Can feel it, can feel how close you are. Go on, baby, cum on my cock. Wanna feel that tight, wet cunt cum all over my cock, please, baby."

His hips snap forward, his cock pushing deep into you, the tip rubbing against the spongy spot deep inside you that makes the coil in your belly finally snap. Your eyes roll back, a muffled, broken moan falling from your lips as your entire body convulses, your orgasm washing over you and making your toes curl as your walls flutter around his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

Joel lets out a deep, low groan, his hips stuttering as he fucks you through your orgasm. His hand slips away from your mouth so he can grip your hips with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding you in place so he can chase after his own release. His chest is tight as he holds in his grunts and groans, but it’s barely any use with the lewd noises that fill the room as your pussy gushes around him, your slick leaking past the tight seal of your walls around him and dripping down to his balls.

"Oh, shit, baby. Christ,” he chokes out, his stomach muscles clenching as his hips slam into yours, his cock pushing impossibly deeper and harder. “Keep makin’ a mess, keep lettin’ me feel it. That’s it. Fuckin’ hell.”

You can feel his cock starting to throb inside of you and you know he’s close. And you can’t stop the words from leaving your mouth, the need to let him know just how good he’s making you feel is destroying any bit of common sense.

“Want you to fill me up,” you whine. “Please, Joel, wanna feel it.”

That’s all it takes. His jaw clenches, his nose scrunching as his eyes squeeze shut. His cock twitches and pulses as he buries himself as deep as he can get before spilling into, filling you with thick, hot ropes of his cum. His hips jerking and stuttering d you clench around him, squeezing and milking him for everything he has while he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his broken, ragged moans against your skin.

"So good,” he whimpers. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

The praise goes straight between your legs and you wrap your arm around his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He lifts his head, his palm resting on your cheek as he lifts his head and presses his lips against yours, kissing you languidly. His hips rock back and forth lazily, pushing his cum in as deep as he can get it. You melt into the bed underneath him, the only things keeping you tethered to the earth being your fingers combing through his hair and your legs tightening around his waist.

When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, and you're both left panting, trying to catch your breath. You listen to the muffled sounds of people downstairs, the movie playing and their drunken voices filtering in through the door, and Joel must be thinking the same thing because he chuckles.

"Well" he says, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your cheekbone, "I don't think anyone heard us."

"You better hope they didn't" you retort, a grin on your face. Joel rolls his eyes. "That's a weird way to say thank you" he teases. You start to laugh, but the sound dies in your throat, morphing to a whimper instead when he starts pulling out his softening cock.

"Joel" you whine, but he doesn't stop. "Joel, please. It's-"

He's not listening, he's too focused on the way his cock looks when he pulls out. The tip slips out of you, and the rest follows, and his eyes widen as he watches a string of thick, sticky cum stretch from the tip of his cock to your cunt. It breaks, falling to your thigh, and he licks his lips. He can't tear his eyes away, watching the way your cunt flutters, and his cum starts to drip out, running down your slit, the obscene sight making Joel's spent cock twitch.

"Shit" he mutters under his breath, "Ain't that a pretty picture."

He reaches down, dragging a finger through the mess of cum and slick and gathering it on his finger before pushing it back into your cunt. You clench around the digit before he sighs and pulls it back out.

"Gonna be leaking all day tomorrow" he murmurs, almost to himself.

You whimper, the thought of having him dripping out of you all day like that has renewed arousal already seeping into your veins.

“It’s okay” he assures you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll take care ya. Clean you up and put my cock back in right where it belongs, how’s that sound, hm?”

You sigh, nodding, a wave of fatigue washing over you. “Sounds perfect,” you agree.

You watch as he climbs off of you and starts to move, but a sudden, sharp sound of knuckles knocking on the other side of the bedroom door makes you both freeze.

“You two are fucking disgusting!” the voice of your cousin calls out, accompanied by the sound of a couple other people giggling and laughing. “Put some goddamn clothes on and get down here!”

You and Joel exchange glances, his eyes wide and apologetic, his cheeks burning bright red as you give him a look that says I told you so.

“Alright, alright, we’re coming” he yells back.

“We’re coming! Oh, yeah we’re coming!” another voice teases, the sound of everyone bursting out laughing quickly follows.

“We’re never doing that again” Joel mutters and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah right. Keep telling yourself that”

Thank you for reading!!! Plsss let me know if you enjoyed hehehe

#joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller one shot #joel miller fic #the last of us #tlou fic #joel miller #pedro pascal characters

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 5 months ago

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Wonderwall

Rating: Teen Pairing: No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 4,550 Summary: Your ex boyfriend Simon is marrying Sabrina, the woman he left you for. You were sure you'd have have a date in time for his wedding... too bad you were wrong. Once again. your best friend Maria has to save the day by letting you use her handsome, single brother-in-law that owes her a favor as your date. Warnings: fluff, idk what's going on with me but there's so much fluff, soft joel, fake wedding date, rom com vibes, crying over a broken vibrator, no outbreak, maria and tommy are married, sarah and kevin live, british ex boyfriend, reader and joel are close in age (reader is 36, joel is 40), alcohol, i know the gif is marcus pike but i can't stop seeing young joel in this gif, anyways here's wonderwall, no use of y/n, not beta read

A/N: This was written for @justagalwhowrites' Joel Miller Birthday Celebration. Thank you to the always wonderful @ohheypedrito for suggesting the fake dating trope when I asked her what to write.

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Fizzy mimosas, fluffy pancakes, crispy hash browns, and sweet maple syrup. Brunch on Sundays with Maria has been a long standing tradition for the two of you. Fifteen years of friendship kept stronger by always promising to make time for each other no matter what is going on in your lives.

These days, Maria’s raising a toddler while building a very successful career in the Austin district attorney's office whereas last night you cried over your vibrator dying while trying to pull an orgasm out of you for an endorphin rush. God knows you need one.

You’ve been in a hole since the arrival of Simon’s wedding invitation. The man you spent your most youthful and fulfilling years with is now marrying Sabrina, the beautiful co-worker he crashed your relationship for. Yeah, yeah, your twenty year partnership was already headed for the cliff, but her perky tits and pouty lips sure did speed up the demise.

“So, Simon’s wedding is next weekend, how do you feel?” Maria interrogates from across the table.

“Fine!” you stuff a pancake triangle into your mouth. “It’s fine! I’m fine!”

“Mm,” she lifts a skeptical eyebrow. Why do you lie to her? She makes three figures locking away liars, she can spot them a mile away. “Let me guess, you still don’t have a date?”

“Ugh, no, why did I mark two on the RSVP?”

“I told you not to,” Maria shakes her head

“Yeah, but, I-I want to show him I’m doing great without him.”

“Babe,” Maria grabs your hand and squeezes it, “I say this with all the love in my heart… you’re not doing great.”

“I knoooow!” you sigh, closing your eyes. “I just thought… I’d show up in my pretty dress with a hot man on my arm and show Simon I’m happy and fulfilled without his love.”

“But you don’t ha–”

“Please, I know. I just– I’m happy for him in some really odd way but I also want to be… happy for myself.”

“Okay,” she nods before taking a deep breath, “here’s what I’m going to do for you. You know Joel?”

“Your… brother-in-law?”

“Yes, he owes me a favor, soooo, he’s going to be your date,” she sits back folding her arms across her chest with a smug smirk. “He’s handsome as hell and a good man but he’s very quiet and intimidating to those who don’t know him. He’s perfect for this situation.”

You do know Joel… just not very well at all. There have been random run-ins at Miller family parties, but nothing more than a quick “hello” and “how are you?” exchanged between the two of you. He seems the opposite of your Dartmouth educated, polo playing yuppie of an ex. “Yoo hoo,” Maria waves her hand in front of your face catching your attention. “Does that work for you?”

“Oh, sorry, yeah, I think… it does,” a relieved smile lifts your face.

Maria has, once again, fixed your problem.

—-

RING… RING… RING…

Your fingers nervously tap against the countertop. “Come on, pick uuup, pick uuuup, pick uuu–”

“Miller,” a deep voice answers.

“H-Hi, uh, Joel?” You feel a third your age, like you’re right back in middle school calling the cute boy in your science class because your friend dared you.

“Speaking.”

“Hey, uh, you’re my wedding date? Maria… she gave me your number so we can plan?”

“Oh, yes,” his voice softens. “Saturday, right?”

“Yeah, uh… I think it might be good to go over a story for us before the big day.”

“Right,” he chuckles, “I’m all ears.”

—-

Your eyes roam down your notes from the call. “So, we formally met at Kevin’s graduation party. I call you ‘honey’, our first date was to a movie and then to pizza. We’ve been together for a little over a year. You hate sushi and love tamales. You don’t like water slides. You play the guitar. You have a daughter named Sarah who’s a senior in high school. You own a construction company with Tommy… I think that’s about right?”

"Believe so," the bass of his quiet voice causes goosebumps to pebble your skin. If he's doing this to you over the phone, what will the wedding be like?

"Okay," you settle against your sofa, "and for me?"

Papers shuffle before Joel clears his throat. “Hm, okay. I asked Tommy for your number after Kevin’s graduation party. You work at an insurance company, but you dream of owning your own bookstore one day. You love mashed potatoes. I call you 'baby.' Your favorite color is bronze. You’re a night owl forced to be an early bird. You love Taylor Swift unapologetically. You like staying over at my home because your favorite coffee place delivers to my house.”

“Perfect. I know this is totally weird and all, but, thanks for doing this. Sometimes I allow my pride to sabotage me... and Maria has to come in and save me.”

“She’s good at that.”

“Thanks again Joel.”

“You’re welcome,” his voice feels you with warmth. “I’ll pick you up on Saturday.”

“Yes, Saturday. Until then, have a good week.”

“You too.”

After saying goodbye, you hang up with a plume of butterflies in your stomach.

—

“Okay! Get ready!” you shout from behind your bathroom door.

Your Sunday brunch date with Maria has been moved up to a Saturday afternoon primping and preening spree in your home as she helps you get ready to watch the once love of your life marry someone else.

You step out of the bathroom to find Maria sitting cross-legged on your bed. As soon as she sees you, she leans forward with wide eyes.

"Wow," she breathes, her voice filled with awe. "I mean, seriously, wow."

"Really?" you ask, giving a twirl in your mauve dress, adorned with a delicate print of sequined flowers blooming across the bodice.

“Really,” her eyebrow angles as she nods, “I can’t wait for Miller to have to deal with keeping his cool around you.”

“What?”

Maria just smiles, “Let’s just say, you look hot, that’s all I’m going to say.”

___

A shiny black truck pulls into your driveway. Panic jolts through you as you watch the door swing open from your front window. Out steps Joel Miller, impeccably dressed in a black suit. Oh good lord–he’s your date. Like, date date, as in the guy you’re going to be spending the rest of the night with. The anxiety over Simon and Sabrina’s wedding fades into the background, replaced by the overwhelming challenge of maintaining your composure in the presence of someone who looks that stunning in a tuxedo.

The doorbell rings.

Okay, okay, you got this.

A gust of pleasant autumn air hits your skin when you open the door. Oh good LORD, he looks incredible. His hair is longer than you remember, falling in gentle waves you dream of running your fingers through. His beard is neatly trimmed, though slightly patchy with a strong mustache that frames his plush lips. He has a shy smile, his dimple makes a divot you want to press your finger into. His simple black suit stretches around his obviously toned and broad shoulders.

“Hi, it’s uh, nice to see you again. Come on in,” you say, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Course,” he replies, striding in past you. His hand twitches nervously when he turns and takes how you look fully in. “You look– y’look beautiful.”

A flush of warmth spreads through you at the compliment from the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, now standing in the middle of your living room.

“Oh, thanks, uh, it’s not every day your ex boyfriend of twenty years gets married to the woman he left you for… so I guess I needed to show off.”

“It’s–yeah–good,” he stammers, his eyes darting around the room, clearly avoiding your gaze.

“Well, uh, I just need to slip on my shoes and grab my bag, then we can get going. Make yourself at home.”

“Sure thing.”

As you head down the hall to get your things, you hear him let out a long sigh.

Don’t worry dude, I get it. It’s going to be a long night.

“So, um, I know, this is awkward,” you say, returning to the living room and dropping your shoes on the floor, “but I’m really grateful to you.”

He chuckles, sitting on the edge of your couch. “S’alright. I can’t say no to a free meal and open bar.”

“If I still know Simon’s taste, it’ll be a top-notch open bar too,” you muse, slipping into your high heel and bending over to fasten the buckle.

You glance up when you hear Joel’s breath catch. He’s staring intently at you–more specifically, at your exposed leg and thigh, courtesy of the high slit in your dress.

You really had to pick the dress that Maria dubbed “the revenge dress,” didn’t you? He clears his throat and quickly averts his gaze, but the charged atmosphere lingers. You try to ignore it, buckle your other shoe and grab your clutch.

“Ready?” you ask.

“I am," he replies, standing up and adjusting his neck tie, a hint of color warms his cheeks. .

—-

Joel’s truck looks quite out of place pulling into the Hurts Family’s grand estate. Of course Simon’s getting married at Father & Mother’s sprawling manor. You can’t help but wonder if the altar and ceremony will be located in the same conservatory you and Simon lost your virginity to each other in.

The whole drive over, you and Joel practiced your spiels, all the while you tried to ignore the waves of attraction that vibrated between you and him in the small cab of his truck.

He pulls up to the valet and reluctantly hands his keys over to the college aged kid before hurrying over to your door, cutting in front of the doorman to help you down. What a gentleman.

Soft violin music floats through the air and white flower petals line the walkway leading into the massive estate that once felt like your second home. A nagging thought lingers in the back of your mind that you’re about to live what should’ve been your wedding day.

You breathe out deeply, Joel grabs your hand as he guides you into the house.

People mingle, some you don’t know, many you do. Aunt Billie, Uncle Martin, the cousins from Manchester, Simon’s favorite professor. Familiar faces surround you, what the hell were you thinking this would be okay?

You’ve known this home since you were twelve, Simon showed up in your seventh grade algebra class, a new student with bright blue eyes and blonde hair, you thought he was the prettiest boy you had ever seen, even before he spoke… the British accent would’ve been enough to sweep you off your feet. It took a couple years of friendship before you both admitted your crushes on each other, the confessions happened in the movie room, just down the hallway you stand near.

Love is fleeting, love is hopeless. You’ve learned to care for yourself like Simon once cared for you, but now in this home you used to sneak into, you feel just as alone as you did the day you moved out of the house you shared with him for a decade just two streets down from here.

“Hey, you okay?” Joel leans in and whispers. “Squeezin’ my hand mighty hard.”

“Oh,” you blink, refocusing on him, “I am, it’s just… really bizarre and everything. Seeing so many familiar people I haven't seen in years feels strange.”

“You’re doing good, I got you,” he says, letting go of your hand, and wrapping his arm around your waist, guiding you farther into the mansion.

___

The impressive altar stands in the conservatory–you know your ex well– this windowed dwelling means everything to him. Everywhere you look, peach and champagne flowers are nestled among lush green foliage. You and Joel settle eight rows back on the groom's side, just a few feet from the bench you lost your virginity on. Jamie, Simon’s friend from college, sends you a kind smile when you sit next to him.

Your foot taps nervously against the stone tile, keeping rhythm with the soft string music lilting through the air. You take a deep breath to center yourself as the processional begins. The family minister you’ve known since you were fifteen leads the way then–Simon. Still just as handsome, in that specific pretty way that drew you to him as a teenager. The slight waves of his dark blonde hair are more controlled and slicked back. His slender body is topped by wide shoulders from all his years of playing polo. His equally handsome brother Liam follows, along with a handful of friends you used to consider your own.

Joel’s arm wraps around you as Simon takes his place at the altar, his fingers resting firmly on your bare shoulder just in time for the bridal procession to begin. Everybody takes their rightful places waiting for the bride. Simon stands at the altar, laser focused on the doorway, oddly, you feel a sense of happiness for him. Maybe you feel less lonely with the comfort of Joel’s strong arm around you, maybe you’re just caught up in the emotions of the day.

As you expected, Lia and Ewan, Simon’s niece and nephew, are the ring bearer and flower girl. You were at the hospital when both of them were born. You taught both of them how to swim. They used to call you their aunt.

The small orchestra begins playing “The Wedding March,” the audience stands in anticipation of Sabrina’s entrance. The curtains part and she appears shimmering down the aisle in her ivory dress. Okay, you have to admit, she looks gorgeous. Joel pulls you closer, his hand rests against your hip as Sabrina and her father pass your row. You’re grateful for his presence, even if it’s just a comforting distraction that just happens to be pretend.

The look on Simon’s face is unmistakable when he takes Sabrina’s hand–it’s the same look he would give you whenever he told you loved you all those thousands upon thousands of times.

You take your seat, Joel’s hand finds your shoulder once more. It’s going to be damn hard to concentrate on the ceremony.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today.

—

You survive the ceremony… thanks to Joel and his calloused hand rubbing circles on your shoulder. As Simon and Sabrina lead the recessional out of the conservatory, Simon spots you and sends you a knowing wink and smile when he spots Joel next to you. Maybe it’s a good thing you attended, it’s the final picket placed in the closure fence.

“You good?” Joel whispers in your ear while watching the rest of the party leave. You turn to respond, failing to realize his face is now right next to yours. His lips now sit a breath away from yours. Panic slips in, overwhelmed by the thought of anyone catching an awkward moment like this, especially since you’re the ex girlfriend the groom left for his brand new bride.

Fuck it. You lean forward and place your lips against his, leaving a delicate peck against them. At least now you’ll have this moment that’s just for you.

—

The warm autumn sun is beginning to set casting the preened and pristine gardens of the Hurts Estate in amber tones. Thank god for the cocktail hour and open bar.

You sip your champagne and smile at a few familiar faces while gazing out upon the vast lawns you used to spend lazy days sunbathing and playing croquet on. What a bizarre homecoming of sorts. Joel is taking his role seriously, constantly checking on you and never leaving your side.

A familiar voice calls your name, pulling you from your reverie.

“Oh sweetheart! It’s so lovely to see you!” Simon’s mother, Adeline, greets you with kisses on both cheeks before pulling you into a warm hug. You’ve always liked the woman and she always adored you. She turns to your date, her eyes lighting up when she looks Joel up and down.

“Addy, this is my boyfriend Joel.” A rush of excitement is sent through you at the simple introduction. “Joel, this is Simon’s mom, Adeline.”

“Good evening ma’am,” Joel says, extending his hand to shake hers gently. “It’s quite beautiful here.”

“Oh, thank you! Aside from our two boys, this is our pride and joy. There’s nothing better than seeing your child get married in the place you call home.” .

“Well, I’ve heard a lot of nice things about this place, you have a lot of good memories here, right baby?” Joel looks at you with an affectionate smile. Oh he’s good.

“I do,” you smile warmly at Addy.

“Oh sweetheart! That makes me so happy! You’re always welcome here, I’m so happy Simon invited you!”

“I am too, it’s so nice to see you,” you say, realizing how much you truly miss her. You spent twenty years of your life around so many of these people before being cut off cold turkey from them.

“Shoot! I better keep moving and making my rounds! Do enjoy the bar, and make sure tell them Addy sent you; they’ll give you the real good stuff. Joel, are you a whiskey man?”

“Yes ma’am,” Joel replies with a nod.

“We’ve got some Old Rip Van Winkle, aged 25 years. Just tell them Adeline insists and they’ll pour you a glass.”

“Thank you ma’am,” Joel says gratefully.

“Oh, I like him darling!” Addy winks before turning to leave, her gold dress gleaming just as bright as her personality.

—

The large tent erected for the ceremony glows in pink and orange hues. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling overflowing with roses and garlands. It’s gorgeous and opulent everywhere you look.

You’ve been nervous about your table assignment since you sent in your RSVP. Who will you be stuck with? You prayed it would be strangers versus people you used to call friends. You thank your lucky stars when you’re led to table eleven, where you’re greeted warmly by strangers. You tell your new tablemates you’re an old friend of Simon’s, Joel grabs your hand and gently holds it while you introduce yourselves, shocked you still haven’t had to utilize the stories you and him invented.

Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Simon Hurts!

The two lovebirds make their grand entrance, glowing and grinning in their newlywed aura before the symphonic melody of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” begins to play. Hilarious, the last time you heard this song it was on a playlist Sabrina had made for Simon… a couple weeks before your ultimate separation. You got into a fight over the amount of times he’d play it, he told you were overreacting and being dramatic, you should’ve trusted your instincts right then and there.

They look so happy and gorgeous together, dancing their first dance surrounded by all of their loved ones inside this picturesque setting. It should’ve been you…

Joel leans in closer, wrapping his arm around you, stealing your attention from your spiraling thoughts. “I can’t play this song on violin or cello, but I can play it on guitar, maybe I can play it for you sometime.”

You look up at him, your eyes locking with his, “I–I’d like that.”

“Thought you would,” he smirks, before leaning down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

He’s been touching you all night, always considerate and tender, as if he holds an actual amount of reverence in his heart for you. God, he’s either the sweetest man to ever live, or he should give up the construction job, move to Hollywood and start acting.

—

Simon and Sabrina make their rounds after dinner, they’re a table away laughing and galavanting with friends you used to call your own. It’s been over a year since you last spoke to him and now as the ultimate final thing you’ve been dreading is near, you’re nervous as hell. Joel casually drapes his arm around the back of your chair before leaning forward and pressing his lips to the top of your head, helping subside some of your anxieties.

“You good?” he checks in with a soft whisper.

You nod, scooting closer into the shell he’s created for you with his large body.

Simon catches your eye with a warm, gentle smile as he leads Sabrina over to your table. You can’t be too mad at him, he’s been nothing but a gentleman since he forced the end of your already faltering relationship. Sabrina, well–she was just a better match for him. You wish them well, no matter how much it still seemingly hurts. You just want Simon to miss you a little bit.

The newlyweds greet the rest of the table, collecting well-wishes and flattery from the guests before turning their attention to you and Joel.

Simon bends forward and gives you a tight hug before thanking you and saying how lovely it is to see you. Sabrina says hello, you tell her she looks beautiful, she returns the favor.

Simon extends his hand to Joel and introduces himself. “I’m Simon, I’m sure you’ve heard a bit about me–hopefully some good,” he says, his ever present British charm helps cut through the tension radiating off of Joel’s gruff reservedness.

“She has,” Joel replies, shaking Simon’s hand. “I’m Joel. Nice to meet you both. Congrats. S’been a lovely wedding.”

The four of you make casual conversation. Joel mentions he’s a contractor, Simon’s eyes light up before he mentions how he wants to build a pool house. Your heart twinges a bit when you remember it’s all for pretend and there’s no way Joel could take the job. Joel makes a joke about how dinner was better than a No. 5 from Whataburger, eliciting a ruckus laugh from the newlyweds. You feel good, until the sinking feeling inside rears its ugly head and reminds you this is all a sham.

Sabrina nods to Simon in an unspoken understanding that they need to move on with their greetings. Joel wishes them well and thanks them for the lovely party. You smile and do the same.

“It’s good to see you happy,” Simon says as he gives you a parting hug.

If only he knew…

You’re quiet as you watch Simon and Sabrina walk away, Simon’s hand is placed on Sabrina’s back lightly stroking up and down. Joel softly says your name, breaking your concentration on the happy married couple.

“I like this song, let’s dance,” he says, rising and extending his hand to you.

“Wonderwall?” you ask, taking his hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor. “Let me guess, you can play it on guitar.”

“I do,” he confirms with a smile, pulling you close against his body. His large hand splays against your lower back, and yours finds its place on his firm shoulder. The wedding band has slowed the song down, couples gently sway around you. The twinkling lights above reflect in Joel’s dark brown eyes. You can’t stop looking at him, he can’t stop looking at you. The moment is intimate, to any other wedding guest, you look like a couple just as in love as the newlyweds.

You rest your head against his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne–woodsy, smoky, with a hint of cinnamon. His thumb strokes against the skin of your hand as your bodies synchronistically move together. This doesn't feel like pretending at all.

The song ends, Joel makes no move to pull away, and you don’t either. The first notes of the next song begin and you recognize the drumbeat anywhere. You can’t believe you’re hearing it here, of all places.

“We can leave the Christmas lights up till January…”

“Ohh,” you let out a soft sigh against Joel’s chest, feeling your heart drop. “This was going to be our first dance song, I-I told him it as soon as I first heard it all those years ago.”

Joel tilts his head down, his concerned brown eyes peer into yours. “M’sorry, did you want to stop?”

“No, no, it’s–I can’t leave the floor during this. What if he sees me?”

Joel nods reassuringly before tightening his hold on you and pulling your joined hands in closer. His head rests on top of yours engulfing you with his broad body, like your own personal fake wedding date security blanket.

Your heartbreak slowly dissipates, mended by the gentle touch and attention of Joel. The song ends, he asks if you want to get a breath of fresh air, you gratefully nod before taking his hand and telling him you know a place.

—

The breeze rolling off the lake sends a chill across your skin, Joel takes notice, quickly removing his jacket and places it over your shoulders without hesitation.

“Thanks,” you say, sinking into the leftover warmth of Joel.

“No problem,” he says, shuffling his neck tie open and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his crisp white dress shirt. “I’m burnin’ up under it.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence as you watch the tranquil waves lap at the shore. “Sorry about earlier. It was just… a shock to hear that song. He moved on so quickly and I feel like I’ve just been left wondering how I can so easily be… replaced.”

“No need to apologize,” he sighs, “I’m not good at any of this stuff, but, you don’t seem like someone that’s so… easy to get over.”

Your heart skips a beat when you look over at him. The soft ambient glow of the full moon reflecting off the water bathes him in an almost ethereal glow, making him look like a knight in shining armor who walked through a portal to help save you from your own wounded heart you’ve been trying to heal for the past two years.

“Guess you just don’t know me very well then,” you joke, trying to slow down the thoughts racing within your heart and mind.

“No, but I think I’d like to,” he says, turning to you with a sincere look in his eyes.

“I-I’d like that too.”

Joel hesitates for a moment before asking, “There’s a new Curtis & Viper movie releasing next week. Did you want to go with me?”

“Like a real date?” you ask, your voice tinged with excitement.

“Suppose it would be. We could recreate our ‘first’ date that we told that one aunt of Simon’s all about. We’ll get pizza at the place across the street.”

“I’d love that,” you say, your excitement clear in your voice.

From across the yard, you can just make out the sound of the band playing for the wedding guests.

Joel takes a deep breath and turns to you with a warm, playful smile. “I feel better asking you here so you know I’m being for real. I really want to dance with you. May I have this dance?”

“I’d love nothing more,” you reply, a smile spreading across your face as he pulls you closer.

You remind yourself to send Maria a bouquet of flowers for setting up your fake wedding date as you settle into his embrace.

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tin-wufborf · 6 months ago

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Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 13)

Hello, and welcome to part 13! You're getting this part pretty much immediately after the last because this is currently all I have the energy to do right now. So...I guess my cold says "you're welcome" lol.

Thank you all again for all of your support for this series. You're all amazing and fantastic and I love you all. I hope you all have as good a day as you can, if not a great one!

Oh! Before you proceed, please recall the warning I gave you in the last part's preamble about the prevalence of Bad Friend Scott McCall fics you'll be seeing moving forward. There's a shit-ton of them on this list, and there will definitely be some more moving forward.

Okay, that's all now, byyyyyyyyyyyyyye.

Smoochies and squeezies, my dudes!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Layover by dr_girlfriend (G | 1/1 | 3,643)

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Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?...

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

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Hale Construction by Mynuet (G | 1/1 | 8,342)

Derek gets a business and a home. Stiles gets his own Batman. The sheriff gets hash browns. The Stilinski household is expanded without anyone quite talking about it.

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So When Do I Get To Pledge My Loyalty To The Mob? by RedRidingStiles (M | 1/1 | 10,146)

“Are you my sugar daddy?” Stiles blurts out, slapping a hand over his mouth when his brain catches up to his mouth.

The man lets out a soft laugh, making his way around the couch till he’s standing just feet away from Stiles.

Stiles can smell his cologne from here, it smells heavenly, Stiles kinda wants to bury his face into the guy's chest so he can figure out exactly what it is.

“If that’s what you’d like to call it.” The man smiles.

Stiles doesn’t think he should be allowed to smile like that. All soft and gorgeous and way too pretty to be legal.

He’s still not convinced any of this is real.

Stiles loses his wallet, someone returns it along with $5,000. Shit keeps coming, Stiles life doesn't make any sense anymore, he's just going with it.

Edited in October 2022

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Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf (M | 1/1 | 11,654)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

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The One You Choose by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions) (M | 7/7 | 13,495)

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

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By Moon and Stars by kellifer_fic (M | 1/1 | 15,929)

"Have you heard of this Alpha?" Stiles asks, shuffling up his pallet so Scott has room to sit. Scott does with a grateful little twist of his mouth. Stefan forces him into the Stilinski ceremonial armor when they travel and Stiles can see that it's heavy and doesn't sit well on Scott. He can't shift encased in metal and Stefan knows it.

"I know of him, mostly stories that seem a little fantastical. Shifters exaggerate just like common people. They like their war stories."

"Tell me of him. Tell me a war story."

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What to expect when you aren't expecting by MemeKon (T | 1/1 | 16,921)

The baby's wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn't know how Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition to hurting his ears, it's hurting his soul.

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”

Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby's distressed face as she bawls.

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the most important things series by sarcasticfishes (2 works | G-E | 23,774)

1. most important things (E | 1/1 | 21,180) At first Derek didn’t know what to do with Romy. She was this tiny, squirming, pink thing that he had no idea how to read. But she was also his niece, and the only thing he had left in the world. He thought about giving her up and going back to California, but the thought of being so close to the place where his family had once been so alive hurt him, and so did the thought of letting her go. And so, in Chicago he stayed, and the Hills were forgotten. He didn’t want to go back. And no one came looking for him anyway. 2. most importantly, happy (G | 1/1 | 2,594) “Wow, Derek Hale talking about tutus. I’m hallucinating, right?” “Nope,” Derek turned his head slightly, to regard him, “Single parent syndrome.” “My dad tried to take me shoe shopping when I was twelve. Melissa ended up doing it for him.” “I’m a pro at shoe shopping,” Derek admitted, scanning the letter again.

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A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (NR | 28/28 | 36,329)

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

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How Derek Met His Smallest Fan by purpleduvet (maga_nw) (M | 2/2 | 37,273)

Derek is standing in the fruits and vegetables aisle, trying to decide between two very nice looking watermelons, when someone small crashes into his legs.

Derek comes back to Beacon Hills after years of being gone and meets Stiles and his kid at the supermarket.

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Suspicious Minds by HaleHole (SweetFanfics) (E | 1/1 | 40,105)

“Don’t feed Balto your pizza,” Stiles mildly warns his daughter.

“Derek.”

Stiles pauses, mouth open and cheese sliding off the pizza as he parrots, “Derek? Who’s Derek?”

His daughter rolls her eyes, like Stiles has just asked her the dumbest question ever. “The wolf, Daddy!”

“You changed his name?” Stiles asks in surprise. Usually she’s pretty set about naming things. Her doll’s name was decided two seconds after receiving it, the car has been Alonzo for three years now, and the toaster ‘Pop’ for the last six months.

Meg nods, prodding the sliding cheese back on top of her slice. “Yeah. He told me his name is Derek. And that he doesn’t really like Balto.”

“Is that right?” he asks, eyeing the wolf who seems far too interested in watching a pair of animated moose arguing. It’s official. This wolf is weird. This whole situation is weird.

-- Separated from Laura after being cornered by some hunters, an injured Derek finds himself being rescued by Stiles and his young daughter. In more than one way.

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We Play In The Shadows by words_reign_here (E | 17/17 | 40,729)

"This is my dad, Stiles." Emeri said and patted his belly. Emeri did not know what personal space was. "This is my godfather, Scotty." She said and patted Scott next. "This is my godmother, Allison." Emeri lowered her voice, "She works with Pops. She's a deputy." Mr. Hale nodded seriously, his full attention on Emeri. "And this is Lydia. She let dad borrow her uterus for nine months. But she's not my mom. Well. Biologically she is, but she doesn't have the legal rights."

Stiles put a hand over his face and sighed.

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our lives are changing lanes by grimm (E | 1/1 | 47,537)

There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open.

"How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?"

"Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

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The House That Wolves Built by LuneFaitLaFolie (G | 6/6 | 48,978)

"Stiles isn’t stupid. He knows well enough that the pack are done with him. He knows he’s useless, and broken, but it still hurts."

"Derek is running through every interaction he’s ever had with Stiles, trying to figure out which ones he could have caught Stiles with his claws. The unfortunate reality is that he loses count of how many times he could have. "

Stiles is pushed out of the pack as his injuries render him useless and unhelpful, and the pack start to hate him. He hasn't spoken to them in months, until an allying pack comes to visit and he gets dragged back. But do they really hate him? Or was it all a big misunderstanding?

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Hale's Modern Encyclopedia of Playing Cards (and Dating Humans) by thepsychicclam (M | 1/1 | 49,698)

Wolves don't date humans. And Derek's okay with that. He's got his Pack, his friends in the Pack network, and lacrosse. Plus, he plays cards with his grandma all the time. Stiles Stilinski definitely doesn't factor into his life - no matter how much of a crush Derek has on him.

But when bird creatures attack Derek, Stiles, and their friends in the Preserve, Stiles finds out about werewolves and things get pretty complicated. For Derek at least. And he thought school was his only problem, but now he's grounded and Stiles is hanging around way too much for Derek to ignore him any longer.

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The Quickest Way to a Man's Heart (is Through His Bottomless Pit) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (E | 1/1 | 54,170)

Pulling open his apartment door, he let out an involuntary shout when something was quite literally thrust into his chest hard enough to have him almost tip backwards. He managed to right himself while keeping hold of what had been shoved at him and looked up in time to see his neighbour striding back towards his apartment.

“You’re going to fucking kill yourself.”

His door slammed.

Stiles blinked at the other man’s door, utterly confused, and looked down at what he was holding.

It was a plastic bag, full of what felt like tupperware, which made no sense to Stiles because when had his neighbour broken into his house to steal his tupperware?

(SNYE - January 11th - Neighbours)

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Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere (NR | 45/45 | 66,227)

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

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Misfits series by Morraine (2 works | NR-T | 79,970)

1. Three Misfits in New York (T | 25/25 | 68,543) After Gerard beat up Stiles, the Sheriff doesn't believe his son's lies anymore. He demands answers and along the way mends his fragile relationship with his son. While they do their best to make sure that something like Gerard's attack will never happen again, new and unexpected friendships form and Stiles learns that he actually is kind of special. Suddenly it's not Scott by his side but Lydia and Derek, something he wouldn't have dared dreaming about in his wildest fantasies. Coupled with a surprise trip to New York and meeting an Avenger or five, life is bound to change drastically for the three misfits and their families. 2. A Misfit Working Holiday in New York (NR | 4/? | 11,427) Despite the looming threat of the Alpha pack, Stiles, Lydia, and Derek stay in New York to explore a possible alliance with SHIELD and further their new friendships. While there, new opportunities arise and they find themselves immersed much more in secret dealings than they could have anticipated. Not all of it is good, but the things that are good are beyond amazing for the disillusioned, hurt friends. Short though the working holiday may be, time well spent with incredible people allows each of them to grow beyond the hurt feelings and anger and discover not only what is really important but also their true potential.

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A Similar String by snarkatthemoon (M | 14/14 | 118,250)

Strong bonds made for a strong pack, and he needed a strong pack.

They spent a long time in silence, Derek thinking hard about how he was going to cement the bonds. It needed to be done, and not just because they had the threat of the witch hanging over them, but for the good of the pack.

It felt like hours had passed by the time he came around; he had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed Stiles moving around on the couch so that his head was resting on Derek’s thigh, his long legs hanging over the arm on the far end.

He wasn’t sleeping, but his eyes were closed and his heartbeat wasn’t as fast as it usually was, as if he was just on the edge of sleep. It should have felt weird, having Stiles in such close contact, but Derek found that it really didn’t feel weird at all. His head was a comforting weight in Derek’s lap, another anchor tethering him and keeping him calm and in control.

Or, the one where Derek meets a witch, gets his betas back, and seemingly develops a sense of humour. Also, Stiles is totally magic, manages to accidentally join a werewolf pack, and asks too many goddamn questions. What could possibly go wrong?

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Kings of the Moonlight by thelogicoftaste (E | 25/25 | 148,854)

Derek is the newly single father to his only son, Isaac Argent Hale, and he finds himself having to move back to his home town of Beacon Hills to escape the insanity of his ex. It's in the middle of all this upheaval, the crazy mess that his life has become that he meets Stiles. Crazy, beautiful Stiles.

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New Life Experiences

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rewritten this, but it’s finally done! Tucker’s realizing his humans aren’t so bad.

First: A Not So Average Night

Previous: Revelations

Next: Coming Soon!

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Tucker kept his knees curled up to his chest, trying not to touch Shawn's hand as much as possible. Unfortunately, the sudden breaking and turns of the car threatened to knock him over, forcing him to brace his hands on the palm underneath him. The engine of the car roared loudly in his small ears, making the ride even more unbearable. He swallowed thickly as a finger twitched behind him. At any moment the ginormous fingers could snap close and trap him forever. Tucker was at Shawn's complete mercy.

He tried to distract himself from that fact by glancing around the car. The only other time he's been in one was when he was stuck in the bag of chips earlier that morning, which honestly felt like forever ago at this point. The interior was completely black and clean and had a pleasant smell. There were a lot of different buttons and knobs that Tucker had no hope in understanding how they worked. Gus was at his right, his hands tight on the giant wheel and his eyes fixed on the road. Tucker figured the wheel controlled the whole machine, but he just couldn't comprehend how.

He curiously glanced up at the large window to his left. Since he was sat in Shawn's hands, who was resting said hands on his lap, Tucker could only see the yellow sky of the rising sun and the tops of trees and buildings. This was still far more than he was used to seeing in the walls, and he couldn't help but perk up a little at the new sights.

Suddenly, the hand he was on began to move. Tucker let out a quiet yelp when he was pitched to the side from the movement. All he could do was watch as the hand brought him closer to the window until he had a clear view outside. His wide eyes shot up to Shawn who had an innocent smile on his face.

"That spot gives you a better view." He stated knowingly.

Tucker only nodded before quickly turning back towards the window. He hated how the human was able to read him so easily. At this point, it didn't matter if Shawn was a fraud or not since he seemed to be able to read minds either way. Although Tucker couldn't stay mad once he laid eyes on all the different sights in the human world. He pressed his small hands on the glass as they passed an endless body of water.

"Shawn don't put him so high up. Someone can easily spot him out on the street." Gus chastised.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Relax Gus, I know what I'm doing." He replied playfully, although Tucker did feel the hand drop just a little bit.

The two humans continued to talk above him, but Tucker didn't listen to their rumbling conversation. It wasn't like he was going to join in any time soon. He watched as the car turned and started driving around a building. He didn't think much of it until the hand quickly lowered below the window and back to Shawn's lap.

Tucker grumbled as he righted himself on the palm and straightened out his poncho. He was quickly learning that human hands were not a stable spot for sitting, especially when the human never bothered to warn him.

"What would you like to eat for breakfast, Tucker?" Gus asked, throwing Tucker from his bitter thoughts.

Tucker blinked, "huh?"

The drive through line started to move, forcing the car closer to the intercom. "We're picking up something to eat. What would you like?" He repeated quickly. When Tucker still only gave him a bewildered look, he continued, "there's bagels, pancakes, hash browns," Gus began to list.

It took an embarrassingly long time for Tucker to realize they were actually offering him food. Real, fresh, hot food humans get to enjoy unlike the stale flavors he's accustomed to. The more foods Gus listed, the more overwhelmed he became. Tucker never had the luxury of picking and choosing what to eat, he simply took whatever he could scavenge to survive. Even then, he often came up short and had to ration the same crumb for days so he could have something in his stomach.

His mind whirled as he tried to come up with an answer. Tucker honestly didn't know what those foods even were. Suddenly, something large grazed his back and he immediately flinched forward. Tucker glared at the offending finger that touched him, then glanced up at Shawn.

"Clock's ticking," Shawn said as the car continued to move up the line.

"I-I'm fine! I had a chip already." Tucker blurted out. He internally screamed at himself for missing his only chance to eat something good. Everything was just happening too fast for him to keep up, and it was still only morning. At this rate, Tucker knew he was in for a long, long day.

As Gus neared the intercom, he exchanged an unsure look with Shawn before rolling down the window. Tucker jumped when a new human voice crackled over the speaker. He instinctively curled in on himself more to appear smaller and harder to see.

It didn't take Gus very long to list his and Shawn's orders and pull up to the window. Shawn was quick to cup his other hand over Tucker as the worker appeared with the food. He frowned as he felt the small figure shaking on his palm.

The worker quickly handed Gus the drinks and he proceeded to place them in the cupholders. He looked up at the woman and gave her his best smile, "thank you very much, miss." He said politely. She didn't even have a chance to respond as he sped out of the parking lot in record time.

Tucker yelped as he was thrown against Shawn's fingers from the speed and harsh turns. He squeezed his eyes shut and clutched the strap of his leather satchel for any sort of comfort. Unfortunately, any comfort his bag could bring him was overshadowed by the large fingers trapping him.

As more time ticked by, Tucker was tempted more and more to stab his nail back into Shawn's hand so he could finally be let go. Before he could even move for his weapon, the hand cupped above him slowly lifted up and out of sight. Tucker blinked at the onslaught of morning sunlight assaulting his eyes. He raised his hand over his eyes and moved to sit up only to realize the car stopped moving. When did that happen?

"Sorry about my fast driving Tucker." Gus' voice was accompanied by the sound of rustling bags. "I didn't want to risk the worker seeing you."

"I guess that's alright." Tucker said quietly. He also did not want to be seen by anyone else. These two humans were more than enough for him to handle. He chose not to mention how close he was to stabbing Shawn again.

As Gus started getting the food out of the bags, Tucker was hit with one of the most delicious smells he's ever encountered. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the greasy, salty goodness and his mouth began to water. Humans were so lucky to have access to these foods. Too bad he missed his chance to try some, at least this wouldn't be the first time Tucker had to ignore the tasty smells around him. He can do it again.

The hand underneath him began to lift up and stopped on top of the car dashboard. "Final stop on the Shawn Express!" The man announced, mimicking a conductor.

Tucker wasted no time hopping off and sat down. Instead of watching the humans take out their food and begin eating, he stared out the giant window behind him content to focus on his thoughts.

That was until a brown hand reached over and placed a large napkin a few inches away from him. Without a word, Gus broke a corner of his bagel off and placed it on the napkin followed by some eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Shawn was quick to follow suit and gave him a huge piece of his pancake that was the size of Tucker's torso.

Tucker's wide eyes flicked to one piece of food to another. His throat was dry. "Is this- what are ya doing?" He stammered.

Shawn's brows furrowed. "Giving you food. What else would we be doing?"

The borrower shook his head in complete disbelief. "I can't." His hands found the strap of his bag once again as he backed away from the food.

"Come on Tuck, don't be all humble on us now. Where's that fiery spirit we all know you have!" Shawn said, placing his food on his lap.

"Ya humans don't get it. I can't take a handout. I'm not a damn pet!" He spat. The words came out harsher than he intended, but Tucker had to make sure the humans understood him.

The humans quickly glanced at each other, which they seemed prone to do, before looking straight back at Tucker. The small man's shoulders bunched up at the serious looks he was receiving.

"Where in the world did you get that idea from? We would never see you as a pet!" Gus' voice was full of shock and disgust.

Shawn nodded along, "yeah! We know you're not a pet no matter how cute you are." He said with no hesitation.

Tucker's dark cheeks began to burn at that and he glanced down at his leather boots. "Well a handout will always be seen as a way to pity my kind. It will make us too reliant on humans, like pets." He explained.

"So you need to earn your own food?" Shawn confirmed as he slowly caught on to what the little man was saying.

Seeing Tucker nod his head again, Gus immediately responded. "Well you can take this food as an apology for Shawn kidnapping you, or a thank you for helping with the Blum case." He reasoned.

He crossed his fingers that Tucker will accept the food, but Gus was more than prepared to come up with more ways Tucker earned the food if he needed to. It was painfully obvious the little guy has been surviving off scraps. The way his brown skin stuck to his bones and how loose his clothes were sent shivers down Gus' spine. He'll make sure Tucker eats one way or another.

Tucker haltingly glanced over at the food. The warm, savory flavors were calling his name over and over again making his mouth water and his stomach grumble. He wanted to stay strong and show the humans he needed nothing from them, but Tucker could no longer ignore the ache in his midsection.

Without a word, he slowly walked onto the napkin and knelt down, his eyes taking in the incredible sight of all the food available to him. The borrower felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as the humans watched him break off a piece of egg. The yellow food radiated a pleasant warmth and Tucker quickly stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes closed and he moaned in ecstasy as the flavor exploded in his mouth. Tucker had never tasted anything so good before! The heat from the egg replaced the chill that always seemed present in his body. He forgot the last time he'd had hot food, if he ever had any at all.

Shawn's rumbling chuckle brought Tucker's mind back into the car. "Looks like someone likes it." He quipped lightheartedly.

Tucker's only response was a short grunt as he began stuffing his face full of food, making sure to try one of everything. In that moment, he only cared about satisfying the hunger that has plagued him since childhood. At the rate he was going, it looked like he might actually finish all the comically large bites of food around him.

Gus almost choked on his bagel as he watched the little guy practically inhale the hash brown. "Slow down Tucker. You'll get a stomachache." He warned.

Thankfully, Tucker did hear Gus' words and forced himself to slowdown and started nibbling on a piece of bacon. Eventually, he couldn't even manage that and begrudgingly placed it down. It took him a few long moments to realize he was actually full for once. It was strange not feeling the constant pain of hunger, but definitely not unwelcome.

Shawn smirked around a mouthful of pancake. "You want something to drink?" He asked as he held up a large cup with yellow liquid inside. "It's pineapple juice." He said as if Tucker knew what that tasted like.

Tucker had never seen such an unnatural looking color for a drink before. A part of him was genuinely concerned the juice would burn through his stomach or something. Still, he didn’t want to pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity. At least he would get a unique death compared to most of his kind who usually succumbed to starvation or disease with the occasional crushing. The borrower gave a small shrug, "I guess I could try some."

Shawn smiled and he moved to place the cup on the dashboard before realizing it would be way too tall for Tucker to reach. He awkwardly held the drink in his hand as the gears turned in his head for a solution. His eyes danced around the small car before landing on a water bottle, which he immediately unscrewed the cap of.

Shawn popped the plastic lid off his drink and began tilting the liquid towards the cap before a stern voice stopped him.

"Do that out the window! I don't want you spilling pineapple juice all over a company car." Gus stressed. It was a miracle he hadn't been fired from his pharmaceutical salesman job after everything Shawn has put the company's car through. It was bad enough he was using it for personal reasons let alone murder cases.

The man rolled his eyes as he pointedly clicked the button for the window to roll down. Tucker and Gus watched as Shawn stuck his hands outside the car, and, moments later, heard the sound of liquid splashing to the ground like a small waterfall.

"I knew you'd spill it everywhere," Gus said smugly.

"No! I'm just making sure the cap is nice and full for Tucker!" Shawn argued back with his hands still out the window.

Gus grabbed a handful of napkins and hit his friend in the shoulder to take them. "Clean up. I don't want your nasty hands in the car."

The psychic huffed and quickly, but carefully, placed the cap on the napkin beside Tucker then snatched the napkins from Gus before droplets of juice could drip into vehicle. Shawn then put his now nearly empty cup back into the holder and rolled his window up, eagerly turning his attention to Tucker to gauge his reaction.

The borrower sat in front of the weirdly yellow liquid. He leaned down and cautiously sniffed it causing his nose to immediately scrunch up at the strong smell. Hesitatingly, he dipped his hands in and watched the cold, bright juice pool into his palms and quickly took a small sip. Tucker grimaced at the sweet and tart flavor coating his tongue, but it surprisingly wasn't bad. He actually found himself dipping his hands in for more.

"This ain’t bad!" He admitted as he happily slurped more juice.

Shawn let out a relieved breath. "Thank goodness you like pineapple. I don't know what we would have done if you ended up being a pineapple hater." The man joked with mock seriousness.

Gus grinned beside him. "We don't tolerate haters around here." He confirmed with a shake of his head.

Tucker shot them a confused look, but otherwise ignored them. To his dismay he finished the entire bottle cap of juice far too quickly, but the borrower didn't want to request more. That would make him seem too desperate like a pet asking for a treat. He grimaced at the thought and began wiping his now sticky hands on the napkin underneath him.

The humans were still finishing up their food, so Tucker distracted himself by tearing off pieces of the napkin and wrapping the remains of his breakfast to store in his bag. Even though the food would no longer be warm later, it still tasted so much better than the chips he'd been surviving off of back home.

After a few minutes, Gus wiped his hands with a napkin and threw the trash in the bag. Shawn followed suit before reaching up towards the dashboard. He laid his hand down flat, palm up. "Ready to get going?" He asked, wiggling his fingers for Tucker to come closer.

The borrower still eyed the hand nervously, but he was faster with climbing onboard much to Shawn's delight. With Tucker off the dashboard, Gus quickly cleaned up the leftovers of his breakfast before putting the car in drive.

Shawn once again lifted his hand just high enough for Tucker to see out the window. This time he was less interested in the human world as his thoughts took over. His interactions with Shawn and Gus didn't line up with the stories he was told as a kid. Sure they still scare him, especially in the beginning, but they also have been treating him nicely after their initial shock wore off.

Tucker frowned, and his hands once again gripped the leather strap around him as they got closer to his home.

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Eventually, the car turned onto a small, winding backroad before coming to a complete stop. Both Shawn and Gus intently scanned the surrounding area for any unwelcomed humans. When they determined it was safe, Shawn eagerly opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle.

Tucker couldn't help but grab onto his thumb as the large movements threatened to throw him off. He frowned and was tempted to scold the human, until he felt the breeze hit his face. A small smile formed on his lips. The smell of fresh air was so nice, especially compared to the musky scent of the walls that he’d grown so used to. Up ahead was a blue single-story house sitting alone, surrounded by a forest of trees. His eyes widened when he realized this was the house he'd been living in for 9 years.

Shawn and Gus stopped when they finally reached the door of the small house. Yellow police tape blocked off the front door, but Shawn still reached for the doorknob with his free hand. It jiggled but unsurprisingly didn't open.

He huffed and turned to Gus, "Does that safe breaking thing teach you how to pick these locks." Shawn asked, nodding towards the keyhole.

The other man crossed his arms. "It's a subscription to Safecrackers Monthly. And no it doesn't."

When no one made a move to go inside, Tucker curiously glanced between the two. He couldn't help but ask, "I thought you could get inside if ya work on the murder." He remembered hearing all the humans walking in and out of the house while he was hiding in the bag of chips. Shawn and Gus were able to go inside that time, what's different now?

"Authorized people already unlocked the door when we came here the first time." Gus started to explain.

Tucker tilted his head, "Authorized?" He repeated the strange word.

The man nodded, "It means they had official permission to go inside."

"And you two don't?"

Gus shifted on his feet and gave Shawn a look. "No we don't." He responded bitterly.

Instead of waiting to get hired to legally assist this case, Shawn immediately dragged Gus out of bed and beelined to the Blum residence. His friend was getting far too confident for Gus' liking. One day someone is not going to tolerant his "action first, permission later" way of doing things. Thankfully, he kept his second job so he'd still have income when one of Shawn's stunts gets them in too much trouble.

Shawn waved him off, "It never matters in the end once we solve the case."

"And what if the Chief finds out what we're doing before we solve the case? We could be arrested for breaking and entering and interfering with an investigation!" Gus stated, his voice becoming more hushed with paranoia. He nervously glanced behind them as if someone would appear in the tree line. He shuffled behind a beam on the porch after assuring himself no one was seeing him check out an active crime scene. "Criminal records do not look good for bachelors!”

"That's why we need to find a way inside before anyone sees us." Shawn pointed out with no hint of urgency in his voice. He bent down to look for a spare key under the doormat, failing to warn Tucker.

Tucker's stomach lurched at the sudden drop and he fearfully clung to the giant thumb beside him. The hand continued to sway back and forth as Shawn searched for a way in. He had to get off this death trap of a hand before Shawn either dropped or crushed him.

"I'll figure out how to get ya inside! Just stop movin' for crying out loud!" Tucker yelled up, squeezing his eyes shut.

Shawn immediately froze, still crouched on the ground searching for a spare key. His wide eyes locked onto Tucker who was holding onto his thumb for dear life. It was so freaking cute! If Tucker were stronger, he could probably cut off his circulation. Shawn honestly didn't think he was moving that fast, but chose to oblige to the tiny man.

When the hand remained still, Tucker finally forced his eyes open to meet the two giants' gazes. His dark cheeks reddened and he quickly tore himself away from Shawn's thumb. Tucker moved to the center of the palm but stayed crouched as he figured out how he could possibly help two giant humans. Honestly, he had no ideas on what to do, he just wanted off this hand.

He glanced around the porch. His only entrance to the outside was at the far corner of the house. But he never really used that path as it was mostly just a precaution in case he had to evacuate. It could easily be overrun by plants, bugs, mice, or even rats. Yeah.... Tucker was not in the mood to test his luck anymore.

The only other option was the front door. "Shawn, bring me to the doorknob." He ordered hesitantly, scared the human would be upset with getting bossed around by a man smaller than his fingers. Tucker felt the hand below him shift, "Be slow." He quickly added before Shawn put him through another rollercoaster of a trip.

“What’s the magic word?” Shawn responded without missing a beat. He stared expectantly at the small figure in his hand.

Tucker stayed silent, his expression completely clueless. The hell is a ‘magic word?’ He asked himself as his brain struggled to find an answer.

When the small man didn’t answer, Shawn started to look concerned. “You do know what the magic word is, right?” The tone in his voice told the borrower it was common knowledge for humans.

When Tucker shook his head, Gus leaned down and whispered like it was some big secret code word. “It’s please.”

“Please?” He repeated. He knew he heard the word before but he didn’t know it held such significance to humans. Tucker’s kind always kept conversations curt and at a minimum to keep from being heard by unwanted ears. Not to mention how they have far more bigger issues to worry about than their manners.

Thankfully, the magic word, that sounded a lot more like a question from Tucker, was enough to satisfy the human. Shawn beamed, “Of course my tiny good sir! Such a gentleman!” He complimented.

He very slowly got back onto his feet and carefully stepped closer to the door to hold Tucker right in front of the door knob. The borrower rolled his eyes then briefly inspected the keyhole. His Pa taught him how to escape a cage when he was a kid, and Tucker even got to practice on a lock when the humans were on a trip. He braced his hand on the cool metal and slowly inserted his right arm into the hole.

Shawn and Gus watched in complete fascination as the little guy started to feel around inside the mechanism. Tucker stubbornly ignored the hairs rising on the back of his neck from the human eyes, devoting his focus to the lock. He bit his lip and he began moving the tumblers inside until a click sounded out, announcing his success.

Right when he pulled his arm out, Shawn moved his hand up to eye level. Tucker stumbled and landed on his rear from the movement.

"Great job Tuck! I think you have Gus beat in the lock picking department." Shawn beamed.

Gus stepped closer and nodded at Tucker with an approving smile. "Good work Tucker." He congratulated politely. He then looked up a Shawn, "for the last time; lock picking and safe cracking are completely different." He stated in defense of his status.

"Sure it is." Shawn said as he moved his occupied hand to chest level and reached for the door.

The door creaked open to reveal the desolate house. It was dark with only cracks of morning light peeking through the closed blinds. The air was still and carried an eerie feeling that sent chills down Tucker's spine. The borrower frowned as they went deeper into the building. Usually there was music playing somewhere in the house, slightly drowned out by the TV. The resident humans were always talking and doting on each other, their lips curled into huge smiles. When he imagined coming back home, this emptiness wasn't something he prepared for.

The trio made their way through a small hallway with a row of portraits hanging on the wall before making it to the room where it all started. Shawn could feel Tucker shifting on his palm, but when he glanced down, the little guy's hands were tightly gripping the strap of his tiny bag. A nervous quirk Shawn was quick to pick up on. Surely it couldn't be because of him and Gus at this point. Hopefully.

"Alright," Shawn started as he stood by the kitchen table where Kirstin was found. The body was now gone, but a circle of crimson blood stained the light wood. "Let's get this case rolling." The psychic declared as his eyes scanned the bloodstains on the floor.

Before he could even move closer, a tiny voice piped up. "Could ya put me down, now?…. Please?” Tucker asked, his voice still sounding unsure as he addressed the human.

The man pouted like a child, "are you sure?" He asked despite knowing the answer. Sure enough, Tucker vigorously nodded his head. There was a small part in Shawn that just wanted to hold Tucker forever, it's not like the little guy could really do anything. But he knew that train of thought was very wrong, and Gus would definitely force him to put down Tucker.

So, Shawn slowly lowered his hand to the corner of the table away from the blood. With no hesitation, Tucker practically launched himself off the hand and backed a good few inches away.

The borrower was tempted to just fling himself down the table and escape into the walls, but Tucker decided to stay out in the open a bit longer. He doubted the humans would do anything malicious at this point, so he didn't really have to escape from anything. Plus the humans were still in his house, it only made sense to keep his eyes on them until they leave.

He watched as Shawn and Gus once again searched the kitchen. "Watchya doin'?" Tucker asked.

"Looking for evidence that proves someone else killed Kirstin." Shawn answered as he studied the blood stains on the floor.

Tucker tilted his head, his brows furrowed. "But I already told ya it's Josh. Go ahead and get the guy."

The man shook his head. "Unfortunately words and psychic visions are not solid pieces of evidence for the police. Trust me, I've tried." Shawn explained. He then turned back to Gus who was by the counter, "have you found anything useful?"

His friend, who was reading some papers, sighed and shook his head. He placed a hand on his hip, "just bills and newsletters, nothing about Josh." Gus replied, waving the papers with his free hand.

Shawn stood up and leaned on the table, being very mindful of the tiny man standing nearby. "I doubt Kirstin has photos and diary entries about her creepy stalker around here." He ran a hand through the brown spike of his hair. "We don't need to find anything about Josh right now, we just have to prove Steven wasn't the one who did it." The psychic decided. Based on what Juliet told him over the phone, he didn't even want to think about the intensive interrogation Lassiter was putting the widower through right now. They had to get that poor guy out of there fast.

"And how in the world are we supposed to do that, Shawn? The only defense that man has is that someone else was in the house, which, by the way, we can’t find proof of." Gus stated in exasperation.

"Just give me a second." Shawn responded as he strode into another room.

Gus shook his head in resignation but started to follow Shawn until he locked eyes with Tucker. Even though he could hardly see the facial expressions on that tiny face, he was able to recognized the look of curiosity. The human stood in thought for a moment, but ultimately decided to extend an offer. "You wanna look around with us?"

Tucker flinched back at the question as if it were an animal snapping at him. More time in human hands sounded like a horrifying death waiting to happen to him. There’s no way he could keep hanging around humans and not get hurt in some way, especially with his luck. Tucker really should be back in the walls at this point, all safe and sound and away from ginormous beings who could kill him with an easy flick of the wrist.

But he still stayed put. The borrower didn’t even know why. “Alright,” he answered without even thinking. His brown eyes widened in shock at the word leaving his mouth and his heart started to hammer in his chest. “Uh- but only because I need to keep an eye on ya humans. Make sure ya don’t snatch anything from my house.” Tucker crossed his arms, trying his best to appear nonchalant through his frantic stammering. “It’s nothing personal, just something I gotta do.”

Gus gave him a puzzled look and the small man swallowed thickly. Tucker hoped he wouldn’t take his acceptance to the invitation the wrong way. He couldn’t let anyone think he actually wanted to hang around humans. That would be crazy! What kind of self-respecting borrower would do such a thing? Yeah… he was simply doing this out of necessity to make sure the humans don’t take any goods that he could borrow later. Nothing more.

“Okay then.” Was Gus’ reply as he slowly lowered his hand to the table. Before Tucker could even brace himself to climb on, triumphant shouting came from the hallway. Maybe the humans will find their answers and be gone sooner than he thought.

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bloodlinemadness · 1 month ago

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Stress Alt. Ending (Tama's version I)

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A/N: Had to include my Tongan Queen Dinah Jane & Samoan King JKING as the perfect theme for this part! The Polynesian talent in this song is so beautiful! 🇹🇴🇼🇸

Apologies for the delay, thank God for long flights though, I got to write most of this out during the trip. So, I got a bit carried away with Tama's part 😅 It's much longer so I had to separate the ending into two parts. Second part is almost done! It's heated which is why it's gonna take time to write.

It was quite tough to write Hikuleo like this, cause in reality he's chill & sweet 😭 But there needed to be a concerned family member in this.

Masterlist if you haven't read the previous parts.

Pairings: Tama Tonga x Fem! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Swearing, angst, emotional scenes, arguing, yelling, crying, mentions of rehab, mental health, cheating, violence, drinking, sex, break-up from engagement, past relationship. Lots of self-guilt & blaming. NOT PROOFREAD!

WC: 3.9k

Of course this is written for fictional purposes only & is based on their characters, it does not depict who they are in real life. Respect to them & their families.

Enjoy! ☝🏽

The bright rays of the sun shined through the windows of the centre, not only symbolizing a beautiful day, but the day Tama is going back to normalcy after months. The past months were very tough yet also a learning curve for him. He hopes he never has to go through this process ever again & promises to change for the betterment of himself & others.

He changed out of his uniform, and took the most relaxing shower which calmed him down after so long. The warm streaks of water were nothing, but a balm to his soul & mind, knowing that he's going to retrieve his old life back. After the refreshing shower, he put on his own clothes that the centre had machine washed & prepared for him. Of course they used basic detergent & not Tide or Gain which had a strong aroma, but this one had a fresh enough scent which satisfied him, he felt like himself again. He had a de-briefing & exit session with the guard going over everything which went pretty well, he was set to go back into the real-world, to live his life & see his family, friends, and co-workers again.

He was accompanied out, as soon as the sliding doors opened, the sun hit his face, shining bright up and warmly welcoming him back. Tama's eyes were blinded by the sun for a few seconds before he shaded himself with his arm to clear the view ahead of him. In front of him stood a figure who was none other than his brother Tonga Loa, smiling at him. Tama smiled back, and ran over to reunite with him. Both brothers embraced each other for a few minutes full of emotions, support, and affirming whispers; tears flowing down on both of their faces. Both brothers pulled away from each other & bid farewell to the guard at the front, walking down the parking lot.

As soon as they both sat down at the front side of the vehicle, Loa spoke up, "everyone can't wait to see you, they're so excited to see you back & missed you" making Tama crack a smile after so long after hearing about his family. "I can't wait to see him too, I missed them just as much as they missed me" he said, looking at his brother. "Anyway, I know you must be starving & those unseasoned & undercooked meals at the centre ain't enough for you, I bought your favorite breakfast" said Loa handing over coffee, a well toasted bagel & a hash brown to Tama. He smiled in his response receiving the hot meal & couldn't wait to devour it. "Have I told you how much I love you?" asked Tama. "It's the least I can do" said Loa. "Don't say that, what do you mean least? You've always had my back & looked out for me" said Tama. Loa looked down in shame "until what happened months ago" he whispered. Tama placed a hand on his shoulder, "nah, forget about that" he assured. The younger one nodded.

Loa started up the vehicle, pulling it out of the parking lot & onto the road. At the stop light, he observed his older brother. "Damn, look at that beard & hair, looks like you time traveled back to 2017" he laughed. " Hey! I was in my prime looking, sexy! I swear right now, I look & feel like a bloody yeti. Everyone's definitely gonna know where I've been & then run away from me" he cringed while sipping his coffee. "Don't worry, you have me. I already booked an appointment with our barber so you can meet everyone looking fresh" assured Loa. "You're the best" smiled Tama.

Tama & Loa arrived home & went inside. Loa led Tama to the living room where everyone was waiting for him. As soon as Tama stepped into the living room everyone cheered, surprising him. Tama saw the welcome back banner printed in red, hung up above the fireplace. In front were all his family members including his parents, siblings, nieces & nephews, cousins including Fale, Former Bullet Club buddies including El Phantasmo, Finn Balor with his wife, The O.C. including AJ Styles, and Chris Bey. Close peers from New Japan Pro-Wrestling including Jado, Shota Umino & Tanahashi, and close ones from WWE such as Tamina, Nia, Bronson Reed, Michin & of course you. But, Tama didn't notice you yet.

He was overwhelmed by everyone showing up to welcome him back & support him with open arms. "Wow, I don't know what to say. I didn't think so many people would show up. I'm touched, thank you all for sticking by me, I appreciate you more than you know" he smiled. "We love you bro, you mean the world to me & the strongest I know. I'm so happy to see you back" spoke up Hikuleo. Tama smiled at his younger brother. Loa patted Tama's back "he missed you the most" he said. "I know, even though I look like a child beside him, he's still my baby brother" joked Tama at their height difference, his eyes watered up. Hikuleo walked over to him & embraced him, both blood brothers breaking down. His parents & sister came over to emotionally reunite with him as well.

Again, your heart sunk. For some reason you felt like it was all your fault for putting Tama in this situation, breaking him apart from his family. Maybe you shouldn't have been here? But you wanted to work things out & reconnect with him. You still loved him. Even when he was at the centre you cared about him. After he cheated, it immensely broke your heart & you lost your feelings for him & then meeting Roman afterwards, falling for him. Although you did have mixed feelings for Tama despite being with Roman. You just didn't want to show it, because you were in a relationship at the time. Somehow Tama was trying to force it out of you, and ended up hurting Roman & his family which hurt you. Truth is, you'd felt like you found your happily ever after & settled down. But, things didn't work with him either as you both weren't compatible for each other as a couple. You both mutually broke it off, and stayed as friends. Roman was previously married prior to your relationship & had a family. He believed it's best to rekindle with his wife & family after you both went your separate ways, he loves his kids no matter what, and you agreed that he should go back to his family.

During the welcome back party, Tama greeted & thanked everyone in the living room for coming. You were in the kitchen to get some water. You went back into the living room only to see him come face to face with you. His smile dropped & his expression changed. You both stared at each other for a moment. The tension definitely rose in the room as some of the guests caught you both looking at each other. Both of you were speechless until you decided to speak up to break the tension.

"Hey Tama" you spoke softly. That's all it took, he immediately walked past you & raced up the stairs. You watched him get to the top, you whipped your head around & saw everyone giving you looks. You avoided the awkwardness & quickly followed after Tama going up the steps, and searching for him in the hallways. You then came to the end & see an open door which led to a balcony. You peeked in & saw him standing there, his back facing you, looking at the scenery in front of him. "Tama" you called. He ignored you. You walked up to him. "Listen, I understand that you must be upset with me & your feelings are valid" you said. Again, silence you see him gripping the bar tightly, only hearing his heavy breathing. Again, he turned around aiming to get past you & go back downstairs. He didn't want to see you.

"Tama, please. I want to talk to you" you said stepping in front of him. He then finally spoke up, and it wasn't pleasant "oh, now you want to talk? When I wanted to talk to you at Waffle House, you tried to bite. Get out of my way Y/N" he spat, those words hit you hard like a slap to the face. He walked around you. "Listen, I was in a rush & had to leave. We could've talked about this another time" you said. He turned back around to face you, "you said, you didn't want to even go anywhere with me, and I'm not gonna forget. I was locked up for months in that center, because of you & your boyfriend & his Bloodline. I went through shit, because of y'all. Why don't you go back to your Bloodline family, and leave mine's alone? Besides, why isn't lover boy here backing you up?" questioned Tama. Your face flushed red in embarrassment as you looked down, "we're not together anymore, we called off the wedding" you confessed. Tama cocked his brow at you, he felt something was it sympathy? No he can't, he's not gonna put the pain he felt for months aside & start caring for you again.

"Tama, I still cared about you when you were locked up, do you think I liked seeing you behind that window? No, I wanted you to live your life freely" you said. He looked away from you. "I didn't want you to hurt yourself over me. You deserved to be happy & to move on, the thing was yeah I was with Roman at the time, I was happy & I wanted the same for you instead of chasing after me. But now, here we both are." He whipped his head to look at you & narrowed his eyes at you, "what do you mean by that?" he asked. "I mean, we've both been through a lot, but here we are finding each other again" you answered.

He sarcastically laughed in response clapping his hands, "that's funny, cause we didn't find each other. You came straight to my home to find me" he said firmly. "Okay, but I do feel like there's a reason why we're here standing in front of each other today after all that happened" you breathed before confessing to him. "I still love you" you admitted. His eyes widened as he looked at you, he felt his heart rate speeding up. You still loved him? Truth is, he tried so hard to get over you after coming to learn about yours, and Roman's engagement. He asked his therapist for guidance, even the guards too, they tried to work together so he could get over you, cause that was the root cause of all this, but he still couldn't. Despite still having some feelings left for you, he had to train his mind to be stronger than his heart. He didn't want to fall for you, and go into that ditch again.

He shook his head. "Nah, ain't no way it took you that long & calling your engagement off to figure out that you still had feelings for me" he said. You can't believe he's doing this, he doesn't realize that he has his flaws too. "What about the times you came home wasted from those bar nights after your matches? You were frustrated with those losses & you wanted to sleep with me, yet I still put up with you no matter what, because I loved you" you said. "I always supported you Tama no matter what, even when you lost your matches, I believed in you that this was just a setback & that you always came back to fight stronger like the badass you are, because that's the Tama Tonga I knew" you said. "Even those times you let it out on me, I still took it, cause I loved you. I still stayed with you. Even when we had that huge fight, and I left, I still planned on coming back to you, because I still loved you" you admitted. "Then, it took me seeing you with another woman for me to let all hell break lose & leave you" you said tearing up.

"I couldn't live with this pain, and had to go. I didn't even know if you ever loved me. You still came chasing after me even when I started dating Roman till the day we got engaged. I could've forgotten about you a long time ago, but I still came back to you, because I care about you. When you were in pain, so was I" you said. Tama looked at you still unable to form words. He has to admit, he was at fault, and if he really respected your relationship with him, he would've never cheated & went to extreme measures after you tried to get over him. He did work that out in rehab & accepted his mistakes. Guilt hit him.

"Listen" he breathed. "I get what you're trying to say, I'm sorry for everything I put you through" he said. You smiled "I'm sorry too Tama, you got into this, because of me" you said. "No, what are you apologizing for? Listen, I need time to think over & process all of this. Now if you'll excuse me" he said his voice cracking as he made his way inside. You reached out for him, but he left. You turned around & looked out into the view of the night life from the balcony taking deep breaths, processing what just happened.

A few minutes later you heard footsteps approaching you from behind, clearly you knew it wasn't Tama's cause it sounded much heavier than his. You turned around only to be towered by his tall frame. Yes, you saw Tama's youngest brother Hikuleo standing in front of you with a stern look on his face. You broke the ice "oh, hi Hikuleo" you smiled nervously. "What are you doing here?" he asked. You know that old saying 'cat got your tongue?' Yeah, you felt it right now. "Oh, I was just chatting with Tama welcoming him back, he left a few minutes ago" you said. "Really? Why did I just see him crying? What did you do to him?!" he questioned. Your heart sunk, the last thing you wanted to do was to make Tama cry, he's been through so much, you didn't want to hurt him more.

"Listen, it's great that you're here to welcome my brother back. He's been mad crazy about you ever since you both broke up. But, what I'm about to say isn't coming from Hikuleo, it's coming from a little brother who's hurt seeing his older brother suffering in pain, because of you" he said bluntly. You looked up at him, you tried to be careful with your words. You knew how much Tama meant to Hikuleo, that's his big brother who took care of him, loved him and mentored him as he grew up. When you worked in New Japan & dated Tama, Hikuleo was at the beginning of his wrestling career. During your breaks, you'd watch Tama train him in the ring & teach him the ropes. You'd laugh seeing him get serious & mentoring him, which led to him getting you into the ring & playfully wrestling you to teach his blood. In this cruel world, they always stuck by each other no matter what.

You were about to say your first sentence when you heard a voice. "Toko? What's going on here?" relieved, you saw Loa with El Phantasmo & Tamina at the balcony entrance. "What is she doing here?! Is she back to make Tama's life a living hell again? Hasn't she done enough damage?" Hikuleo asked his voice growing louder word by word. You understand that Hikuleo was emotionally drained & wounded, because of what his brother went through. He didn't see him for months so of course he would get upset. "Listen, I invited her" said Loa. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?! TAMA SUFFERED A LOT BECAUSE OF HER" he yelled, you jumped frightened by his tone. You'd see Hikuleo get mad & call his opponents out during his promos, but this was reality, you felt guilty. El Phantasmo quickly came over to console him.

"I'll explain everything to you" said Loa. He told Tamina to bring you inside so he can talk to Hikuleo. She immediately came over to you & took you by your arm taking you inside. Walking with Tamina, you saw that Tama was nowhere to be seen. "Girl, what were you thinking wandering around in this house by yourself? You know if you needed something I'm here. You know how they all feel about you" whispered Tamina. You looked at her "I appreciate that, I was talking to Tama, and he left. I just needed some fresh air" you whispered. You both talked while you both approached the group of girls. Nia, Michin & The Tonga Twins saw you two. "Where were you?" asked Nia. "Upstairs" you said. "Yeah, I saw you chasing after Tama. Not really a good idea" she said sipping her drink. Tamina slapped her shoulder. "What? I'm just being honest, she caused it all" she shrugged.

You didn't feel wanted here at all. "You know what? I think I'm gonna call it a night" you said leaving. "Are you sure?" asked Michin. "Yeah, I have work tomorrow. I'll see y'all later" you said waving at them. As soon as you went out the door, the girls glared at Nia. "What?" she asked, knowing she stirred the pot.

You walked down the driveway, and got into your vehicle, starting it up. You sat there & took deep breaths trying to fight tears. Maybe you shouldn't have shown up, you were already the bad guy anyway. At least you got to speak to Tama & let your feelings out, vice versa with him. You're just hoping that the both of you end up on good terms. You remembered Hikuleo mentioning about Tama being crazy over you. You wonder if he still felt that way.

You put your vehicle on reverse, looking back & pulling out of the driveway. What you didn't notice was Tama looking out from his bedroom window and watching you drive away.

The next day, you were at work getting your station ready for today's show, setting up all your makeup & hair styling supplies for the shift. You stepped out into the hallway in search of the nearest vending machine for a refreshing beverage to start off your day when you saw Tama coming down the hallway. You felt your heart pounding against your chest, God he looked good. He was wearing a black shirt, revealing his sunkissed skin, biceps & tattoo visible, black tight fit pants & dress shoes. You nearly drooled at the sight right there.

You quickly looked the other away so you weren't caught starting at him. You started walking down the hallway looking for a vending machine when you heard him calling your name, you felt butterflies in your stomach. You turned around and saw him approaching you with a grin. "Hey Tama" you smiled shyly. "Hey" he breathed, "where are you headed off to?" "trying to find a vending machine, I need a refreshing drink to power through this hell-I mean day" you said, making him chuckle. "I know a place, follow me" he said. You followed him.

You both walked together, and had a conversation. "By the way, do you mind if I ask you for a favor?" asked Tama. "Sure! Go ahead" you said. "I've been trying to style my hair this morning & get in place, but it's been kinda moving out of place & looking messy. I swear, curly hair can be a bitch sometimes, could you please help me with that?" he requested. Who are you to turn this offer down? Of course you said yes, which made him grin in response. You both found a vending machine, and got your drink. Tama insisted on paying, you said it was okay, but he said it's only a dollar or two to which he did & you thanked him for his kindness.

Tama took a seat in your studio, and you stepped in front of him observing his hair & running your fingers through it. His curls were voluminous & silky. Your mind wandered & all you can think about was when you tugged on those curls at various times. Your thoughts were quickly cut off when he spoke up "find anything?" he joked. You giggled, "nothing, just checking the texture of your hair & deciding on what method of styling I should use" you said. "Hmm, thought you'd be familiar since you've played & pulled with this hair a lot of times" he joked, making you playfully slap his shoulder.

You finally found the right products to style Tama's hair. His eyes were closed the entire time you worked on his hair after you were done, he opened his eyes & you gave him a mirror which he looked into. "Damn, I am one sexy beast! Thank you Y/N" he beamed. "Of course" you said taking the mirror back & placing it on the counter behind you. You turned to give his hair one last look, only to see him looking up at you with his brown eyes. You looked down at him & smiled, taking a comb & running it up his curls a bit to let it stand. He continued to observe you. You put the comb away, and aimed to use your fingers next. But, Tama had other plans.

As soon as your fingers touched his hair, he grabbed you by your hips making you squeal, pulling you onto his lap. Your breathing got heavy & so did his as you both looked at each other silently, getting lost in each other's eyes. It's like everything that was built up & unsaid between the both of you the last few years during your breakup spoke through both of your eyes. Tama gripped your hips & you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't know if it was him or you who leaned in first, but a moment later you felt his soft lips pressing against your own. You felt your cheeks heating up & fireworks going off in you. Your lips moved in sync. Seconds later you deepened the kiss & his tongue entered your mouth, locked in with yours. He hummed into the kiss.

TBC...

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fanficfanatic000 · 10 months ago

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(A date?) E.M one

Nerd loser eddie x nerd loser fem reader

Trigger warning 18 + content no minors

Summary ( the fem reader works at a craft shop .seems and patches. Reader has more alt style. Reader is 21 and Eddie's 22. Eddie dropped out of high-school after almost dieing. The reader has zero friendsUntil a certain boy came into your work.)

A usual day usually consists of older women asking for floral pattern fabric And the white thread until today It was afternoon when you heard the bell on the door ring as someone with clanking chains walked in "welcome to seems and patches anything ya looking looking for?"You had to greet every customer because The job made you. He walked up to the counter. His figure was tall and leaned back Slightly his ripped dark blue jeans slightly baggy and hanging over his dirty white sneakers. His black Metallica t shirt was slighty tight clinging to his chest under a Jean jacket and a Jean vest. His doe brown eyes looking at you with his small stubble on his chin and a grin. "Uh do you guys have any sew on patches?" He raised an eyebrow"Yep our patches would be in isle 8" you smile "yeah thank you..." his hand on the back of his neck and he gulped "um can you come with me... i kinda wanted a second opinion and...." he gets flustered from your stare "n-nevermind" you smile "no problem its a pretty slow day anyways" his face immediately brightened and the red from his face drained "thanks p-pretty girl" and that caught you of guard cause no one has said that. Your face turned pink "you okay?"He looked down at your name tag "y/n?"You awkwardly nodded yes "um yeah its just no one has ever said that..."He tilted his head "?thank you?" His nose slightly scrunched "no ive never r-really been called pretty" you look down and you walk towards the isle slowly "seriously?""Yep" you say popping the p "Well i think thats probably because you make them nervous so they could never get it out.." his words have you all red and filled with butterflies he runs infront of you and held his hand out "im eddie."You put your hand in his ringed hand "hi eddie" he smiles wide and his beautiful eyes sparkle then you made it to the patches. He grabs a Metallica patch and holds it to the Jean vest. "Where would this look good?" You grabbed the patch from him and put it on the left of his chest. The air heated from noticing how close he really was. "Here would look pretty good"You hear a shaky breath exhale from eddie "Yeah" his face a pink tint as he grabbed a patch with a little coffen on it "how about this one?" You put it under the spot of the other one. The sunsetting out side "um i gotta check out now my uncle wanted me to get pizza and he's probably so Starved" he laughs slightly. As he just gave you an explanation to leave a store. "Well eddie i hope you enjoy your new patches." You say scanning them he smiles "ya know im thinking ill need more tomorrow if a certain pretty girl will be here." He leaned foreword and winked playfully. And you handed him the patches and he stepped out the clear glass door and you watch as he fist pumped in the air then basically skipped away.

look for part two with hash tag

A date em

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson lives #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie #stranger things 4 #fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #corroded coffin #stranger things s4 #stranger things au #A date #A date em

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ye-it-is-skeet · 6 months ago

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I found some poses on Pinterest and you can guess what happened✨ Also taking this time to show the full-body full-designs of the teetlez+Usagi✨ And to talk about the designs and choices that were made. Also behind them is basically the shapes I imagined as I drew them all

<Info-Dumping Zone>

Leo- The most I can say about his design is like.. He wears wrappings either to have support for his wrists or just because. I have sketches of all their masks from behind but Leo's is based on, when I looked up traditional ninja designs, and saw a ninja with a warrior man-bun type deal so ye✨

Raph- His rough and "spiky" look is more just to show his aggressive demeanor most of the time. At first I just added the armor because I saw some ninja outfits where they wore armor (mostly on their shins and forearms), but after drawing this I realized it can be good for ramming into people and having that protection. Also the instant I finished designing him I knew I wanted him to be DARK, and I am OBSESSED with how dark he is✨ Also the short mask tails are because I see so many ppl giving Rise Raph specifically his tails tied to a bow so ye. Also it wasn't just a pentagon, it's more that I just thought about polygons.

Donnie- I actually designed Donnie first, because he's my favorite, heheh✨ His design is simple, I wanna talk more about his Bo-Staff. As I drew this I just made this area that stuck out from the staff where the wrap is, and it reminded me of those pencil grips. So now it's that Donnie doesn't like holding the rough staff for too long and has that little area to give his hands a break as he continues to fight. The armor on his shins I do not yet have an explanation for. Maybe it's so his kicks can hurt more.

Mikey- Again, simple design. When I designed him I wanted him to look round and a lil chubby maybe~✨ Quick tip: if he doesn't look baby then you drew him wrong.

Usagi- For the most part I just did my own thing, the outfit design, more specifically how the blue cloth bits are designed, were entirely based on how @okumura-senseixxx draws Usagi (love how they did it✨, obviously). Using that design because I wanted Usagi to look pretty, and that design of clothing is very pretty✨ Other than that it's a matter of just flipping Usagi's hair because trust me it doesn't look good any other way. I didn't think heart when designing Usagi, but when I think of Usagi I think "heart" so ye.

Teetlez- I am thinking of doing one of those "art study" sheets for my teetlez and characters if you guys ever want, I'll just do a mini worded version for now since I'll be working on something else. Overall their bodies are based on the first concept designs of my "Turtlier" Teetlez which was the Rise Boys just.. "Turtlier". Those designs changed but I loved the body type and used it here✨ The beaks are personally a must✨ I find it more interesting to draw beaks than normal mouths for the teetlez✨ The tails are also just a personal must, I just like them✨ Took a while to figure how I'd draw the individual pieces of their outfits, I thought doing brown or grey (ew) but both matched Raph's red in greyscale so it would never work. Then I looked back at my sketched design of Donnie and noticed to differentiate the pieces of clothing I had shaded his arm and leg bits. ✨Lightbulb✨ Just make the other pieces darker variations of the main color✨

I have a lot of information that I'm still trying to hash out, so ye✨

References (if it's important at all, from Pinterest except the nunchaku one, google):

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt usagi

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ravennaortiz · 5 months ago

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August 30th A features Opie with the prompt "Wishes and Kisses for my favorite birthday girl" requested by the lovely @darqchilddaydreamz As always my stories are 18+

“Good Morning Sweetheart” called Opie as you appeared in the doorway of the kitchen yawning. “Morning” you replied smiling as he kissed your forehead as you hugged his waist. “Sit down and I ‘ll get your coffee” he stated as he flipped the pancakes he was making quickly. Once you were seated you watched your giant teddy bear hustle about. His kiss the cook apron flying as he moved back and forth.

You sipped your coffee as Opie finished up your breakfast. Your eyes lingering on the mason jar with a purple bow on the table. Before you could ask Opie was setting your favorite birthday pancakes, hash browns and bacon in front of you. “Looks great love” you stated as you smiled at him before digging in. You moaned as the fluffy pancake practically melted in your mouth. Opie chuckled as he watched you. “You don’t make those sounds when I’m in you, getting kinda jealous” he laughed making you shake your head. “Hush. You know damn well my neighbors are well aware of your name and how endowed you are with all the praise I sing” you retorted making him laugh.

“The walls of this apartment are hella thin” agreed Opie as he chewed on a piece of bacon. “I wish I could be done with this place” you sighed as you grabbed a piece of toast spreading jelly on it. Opie nodded as he thought about his gift. The year had been rough and he wanted to do something unique and cute for you. He only hoped you wouldn’t think he had overstepped with one of them.

Clearing his throat he drew your attention to the mason jar. You watched him curiously as he scooted it to you. You could see it was filled with your favorite candy Hershey kisses and little bits of colored paper now that it was closer. “I know you said no gifts….but this isn’t” he stated as you grabbed the jar and turned it over. You grinned before looking back at him. “Should have known the big bad biker wouldn’t follow my rules” you stated making Opie bark with laughter as you opened the jar and popped a candy In your mouth.

“What can I say baby. I’m an outlaw and all about the fairy tale” laughed Opie making your snort. “Alright Jax” you teased making Opie laugh harder. “Yeah, that felt wrong” he agreed as he watched you pop another piece of candy into your mouth.

“It’s nothing crazy. It’s just wishes and kisses for my favorite birthday girl” he stated as he stood up and came around the table. “I figured you can have kisses all day long while I’m at work and then pull wishes out as you feel like it and I’ll get you that gift.” Explained Opie as he bent and kissed your forehead. You felt tears pool at your lash line at how thoughtful his gift was.

You heard rustling and he set a folder in front of you labeled lease. “I also…..umm got you out of your lease early…..if you umm want to move in with me finally?” he continued as he knelt next to you grinning. You couldn’t help the tears and laughter that spilled from you. “Of course” you replied leaning forward and kissing him. “I think you better call off work though. I want real kisses all day long” you whispered in his ear making him swallow hard.

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#ravennasbirthdaybingo #ravennasmasterlist #sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction #soa #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #opie winston fanfiction #opie winston #opie winston fanfic

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vagabondfandoms · 11 months ago

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Falls on Me

Day Two: Morning

Previous Chapters:

Day One: Night

Rating: Teen (For this Chapter)

Characters: Gale Dekarios, F!Tav: Copper, Lae'zel, Karlach, Wyll Ravengard, Shadowheart, and Astarion in order of appearance.

Warnings: N/A, Gale POV, Mentions of chronic pain

First morning together and Gale is taking over cooking duties for the group.

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Gale planned to be the first one awake to start the morning meal but much to his disappointment, two figures were awake and moving around.

"Good morning, Gale." Copper says warmly, pouring steaming liquid into a wooden cup and handing it to the young Githyanki warrior. "Were you able to sleep alright?"

Lae'zel gives the cup a displeased look, that reminds Gale of Tara when she's offered food not up to her standards. The young Gith gives it a hesitant sip, looks surprised, and then proceeds to drink some more.

"Yes, I did." Gale lies, knowing full well it took him hours of combating pain from both his orb and the hard ground to finally fall asleep. "But to be honest, I was expecting to be the first one awake this morning. I hope you aren't trying to take away my self-appointed but hopefully well-deserved cooking duties?"

"Ohh, no." Copper says while shaking her head behind the cup that was at her lips. I can't compete. The stew you made last night was delicious. I only put a pot of sib* on the fire to tie us over until more of us are awake.”

"Good," Gale says merrily as he rolls up his sleeves and reaches for a knife. I didn't want to find myself replaced on our second day together. It was very hard making dinner last night with only a couple of potatoes and a dubious-looking cut of meat.”

“Do you want any help, Gale?” the monk asks, already rising to assist.

“No, no. You go on. Relax!” Gale emphasizes. “I have this under control. We have a busy day ahead of us and these carrots are probably the least taxing things we will have to slice and dice today.”

Gale waves the knife in the air to emphasize the slicing and dicing part. But he could have gone with the fried and flambéed if he was only considering magical cooking metaphors.

Copper shrugs and sits back down next to Lae'zel. Gale keeps himself busy chopping up the carrots and potatoes to make a hash.

He can overhear parts of the conversation around him. Lae'zel was answering some questions about the Githyanki culture that Copper was asking and Gale leans in to hear more. Of course, he read books about the Githyanki but it was entirely different hearing a first-hand account from a member of that race. Fantastical stuff.

"Yo, good morning." Karlach bursts out, as she skips over to the cookfire. "Hey somebody made sib, awesome!"

The chatter around the cookfire continues but a little more loudly than before. Gale just finishes browning the hash in the slightly dented camp skillet they bought from the druid trader for a deal when Shadowheart and Wyll arrive for breakfast.

The timing makes Gale suspect the duo were hanging out in their tents instead of visiting with the group but he makes no comment as he dishes up the potato mixture into their bowls.

Wyll happily says thanks while Shadowheart gives him a curt nod of acknowledgment for the food before daintily taking a nibble of seasoned potato.

Lae’zel once again looks at the food dubiously but wolfs the meal down with a warrior's grace. Gale is happy to see his cooking being enjoyed so openly.

In the back of his mind, he begins imagining all the ways he could impress his companions if only he they were back at his kitchen in Waterdeep. But if that was the case none of them would be in this situation with tadpoles in their brains now, probably not even him for other reasons.

Gale places a worried hand on his chest and feels the faint pulse of magic. “The orb is dormant now but for how long?”

Getting lost in dark thoughts of face tentacles and magical explosions, Gale is surprised by the sudden appearance of Copper by his side. “Hey, you should go sit down and eat.” She says as she starts gathering the dirty dishes to get washed. “I can clean up after everyone.”

“Well, I have…” Gale starts to argue but the fiery tiefling cuts in.

“Yeah, wizard, enjoy your meal! We got this mess.” Karlach smiles while placing a bowl of hash in Gale’s hands and quickly marching him over to sit down with the others, who were in various degrees of conversation.

“-a spell for that,” Gale says deflated as his butt hits the ground. Words fall on deaf ears as the two taller women start carrying dishes to the washing tub to scrub.

The wizard picks at his food but listens in on the conversation between Wyll and Lae’zel about the strengths of their preferred weapons, the rapier and shortsword.

Gale grumpily thinks a fireball would make quick work of either weapon when Astarion sashays over, whining about not getting breakfast and getting surprised when Copper offers him the last bowl.

The conversations slowly die down as everybody starts to get ready for the day. As Gale slowly gets up, his damn knees disliking being that low to the ground, he looks over at the bowl Astarion left by the fire and notices it's still full.

“The prissy elf didn’t even take a bite of his food even after he made a show of not receiving any.” Gale frowns, making a mental note to not take anything Astarion says too seriously.

Author Note:

Sib is a hot drink made of bark, roots, twigs, and herbs that the mercenaries and common folk consume in the book series The Deeds of Paksenarrion, a DnD-like fantasy world. It's something small to tide one over while waiting for actual food.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #lae'zel #karlach #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #astarion #bg3 tav #oc: copper

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fandom-nursery · 10 months ago

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Can you do Klaus agere headcanons?

Yes!! I love little Klaus so much!

He isn’t totally sure what age he regresses to yet but he’s pretty sure it’s usually under the age of 7

Because of how frequently he was high or drunk over the years he has had a bit of trouble identifying if it was substances or regressing making his movements uncoordinated or his head fuzzy or his emotional state more sensitive. Now that he’s sober hes slowly starting to figure out the ins and outs of his own regression

Involuntary regressor and has only recently been really addressing it

He’s pretty accepting of it in a “this might as well happen” sort of way. He tries not to let it bother him and knowing his siblings regress too helps but there is always reginalds voice in the back of his mind calling him weak or an embarrassment for his behavior

Little Klaus finds all of his big feelings very overwhelming and confusing and tends to shut down when faced with them. It sometimes takes some prompting for the others to figure out what wrong

He’s pretty talkative when small unless he’s really upset but he tends to lisp or mix up his words while talking which can sometimes make it difficult to understand him. He also loves to just make up words and then use them like everyone else knows what they mean already. His siblings have taken to keeping a sort of dictionary of made up Klaus words

His moods are unpredictable. Sometimes he will regress and be very silly and happy, others he will be silent and clingy and withdrawn, sometimes he will even be incredibly grumpy or angry. It’s hard to tell which version of little Klaus you are going to get

He will nap but it’s always in the strangest places. His family has joked that he must be allergic to his bed after finding him passed out bent over the back of the sofa for the 5th time

little Klaus once lined up all the kitchen chairs in a row and then fell asleep underneath them

He has a bad habit of hiding and then falling asleep in his hiding spot and making everyone watching him panic because they can't find him

Klaus will run and leap into his siblings' arms insisting they catch him. Most of them manage it pretty well. Ben always feels really bad when Klaus forgets to make him corporeal enough and isn’t able to catch him at all

Baths have always been a source of great comfort for Klaus and he has a truly astonishing number of rubber ducks

He loves to go on “treasure hunts”. It's never clear what exactly the treasure he’s looking for is but he has a great time doing it. He also loves to play elaborate pretend games and dress up

Big fan of sugary snacks. He also loves breakfast foods. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, french toast, bacon, hash browns, you name it he will eat it at any time of day

Messy little. He’s been banned from eating on the couch after spilling three things on it in one evening

Surprisingly musical while small and loves playing maracas, tambourine, and kazoo at all hours of the day. He will also sing along to any songs playing over the radio and he knows a very impressive number of them by heart

Klaus doesn’t get too attached to material possessions due to always being on the move. He does however always keep Dave's dog tags around his neck even when small and will rub them between his fingers when he's sad. Being able to see Ben is also pretty important to him since he’s used to his brother's presence.

He has a habit of stealing his siblings clothing to wear while regressing. They bring him a lot of comfort. His favorite siblings to steal from are Luther and allison

He will use a paci on occasion although it’s usually a tool to indicate when he has confided something about himself to his family but doesn’t want to answer follow up questions because he doesn’t feel big enough to adequately explain

He doesn't like diapers very much however he has consented to being changed into them on the rare occasion that he does have an accident

Ben has known about his regression the longest for obvious reasons but Dave was the one who helped him figure out what exactly it was. Once Diego told him about his regression he became very open about his own and it didn't take very long for everyone else to learn about it.

Ben took care of him as best he could for years and Dave was his first real living caregiver. He never asked any of his siblings to be his caregiver however Diego was pretty quick to step in and be that for him when he started slipping around his family. From there five also started stepping in. Viktor, Allison and Luther aren’t really sure what to do with him and usually stick to babysitting. Sparrow Ben accidentally proves his resemblance to their Ben when he also falls into the role of caregiver

Little Klaus does not have as thick of skin as big Klaus and can be very sensitive which his siblings learned the hard way after a bit of teasing that big Klaus would have snarked back to or ignored caused little Klaus to burst into tears

He isn't sure exactly when he started regressing but he suspects it might have started as early as the mausoleum

#fandom agere #age regression #tua agere #tua age regression #tua #the umbrella academy agere #the umbrella academy age regression #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #klaus #klaus hargreeves agere #klaus hargreeves age regression #regressor klaus hargreeves #little!klaus

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noemilivv · 1 year ago

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Hi! I just saw your post of the Hazbin hotel mashup! Can I have mine? I have to say I’ve been binge reading all of your works, they are really good!

My name is Melody

Pronouns: I don’t mind pronouns, any is fine but most people use she/they for me

Personality: I would say I’m shy and quite at first but when you get to know me I become very loud, energetic. Practically become the sunshine character + golden retriever in books, my friends tell me anyways. Which I see it. I also become really sassy overtime but in a kind way? I don’t know how to describe it, I become sassy to the person when I know them really well. I’m also very sarcastic as well

style: My style changes a lot to be honest, haven’t quite figured it out. But I would say my style is mix of romantic, dark and light academic and cottagecore

love language: physical touch is up there but when I know that the person close to me that doesn’t like physical touch (example: my friends), I show them my love for them by gift giving but hand made

hobbies: drawing, painting, poetry, reading, pottery, archery, writing

Interests: heavy on fantasy (Merlin BBC, Doctor Who, The hobbit, Lord of the rings), anything mythical, Greek mythology, true crime, history

appearance: I have a medium length butterfly cut, black hair but red is in there as well. You can see the red only when the sun hits my hair. I’m 5’3, dark brown eyes and Carmel skin

Dislike(s): rude people, people who does not have any manners, bitter food, really spicy food I only can take mild spice 🥲

Like(s): books, animals all kind, nature, sweets (I’m a sweet tooth person), all kinds of music it all depends on my mood, stuff animals, flowers, all kinds of potatoes (hash browns, chips etc)

Hopefully that’s enough information, sorry if it’s a lot! Take care of yourself and have a lovely day/afternoon/night :]

AAAA i love hearing people binge read my stuff and enjoy it, so tysm!!💕💕 i didn’t get what gender you preferred so i hope what i picked is okay but here is my pick for you…

Husker !!

First then I thought of when you said you have ‘sunshine + golden retriever’ energy was AAA HUSK ‘grumpy + sunshine’ duo and I just about screamed because I fucking live for that shit LMAO

When Husk first met you, he instantly likes you, you were quiet and chill which was a contrast to pretty much everyone at the hotel

But then you guys got closer and started dating BOOM it was like a smack in the face!! Within the blink of an eye, you were this energetic and talkative person! Husk didn’t mind by any means, he was just shocked

Husk doesn’t mind physical touch in small segments, but the fact that you think he is worthy of a gift? He doesn’t understand, but he accepts the gift, even if it’s something stupid

Also your hair matches his color scheme, so I thought that was cute :3

Ya know how Husk takes Angel and dances with him in that one part in ‘Loser, Baby’ in E4, yeah, you too do that shit all the time

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 1 year ago

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high infidelity | three

Just between us, did the love affair maim you too? *Noah’s POV* I woke up violently hungover from the night before. My mouth was so dry and the room was spinning. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading to bathroom to shower and throw up whatever else was still in my stomach. I got into the shower and immediately closed my eyes. The hot water started to make me feel more human as I tried to piece together what happened last night. Her.

Now that I was sober a part of me wished I gave her more time to explain herself. I tend to run when there’s any kind of complications, especially when it comes to relationships. Someone I thought I was going to marry really broke my trust when it came to love so I wanted no part in it. This band was my number one priority and I didn’t want anything to jeopardize it. The water started to get cold and that was my signal to get out. I brushed my teeth, changed into a pair of black joggers and a Demon Slayer hoodie. “You alright man?” My bandmate Folio said as I came out of the bathroom. I guess there was no hiding how bummed out I looked. “I don’t know. I think I might’ve fucked up with the girl I was with last night.” He looked up from his phone and turned his full attention to me, “What was her name again? Ellie?” “Elliot” I corrected him for some reason. “After we left the brewery, she told me she was getting divorced.” “Did she tell you why?” I sighed deeply as I threw the rest of my shit into my suitcase, “No. I just walked away from her.” “Seriously dude?” He sounded disappointed but not surprised that I pulled this shit again. “You need to talk to her before we leave, which is in two hours.” “I never got her number … I don’t even know her last name.” Folio sighed as he got out of bed to head to the bathroom. “Look lets just go get some pancakes and figure this out. We’re not leaving until you get in contact with her.” I smirked, “You just said we had two hours.” “We can stretch it a little. Matt won’t care, right?”

That was the one thing I loved about Folio, he always made sure the people around him were happy. I finished packing and went outside towards our tour bus, the fresh air felt amazing as I waited for Matt to come and unlock the bus. From the corner of my eye I could see a poster from our show last night on a boarded up wall. I pulled out my phone and took a photo of it as a reminder of Elliot…

I fucking missed her. Thirty minutes later we were all piled up in a booth at Denny’s as we waited for our breakfast. One thing I hated about my hangovers is that I was constantly hungry. I ordered myself a large plate of pancakes, hash browns and bacon. Most of the guys were quiet as we were all feeling the same after last night, but they did however talk about how they stayed up til 4am with Elliots friends which stung to hear.

“So Noah, what happened with you and Elliot?” Jolly asked me as the conversation died. “She uhh…she was tired so she went home.” I lied as I took a huge swig of my orange juice. I swiftly looked up at the table and saw everyone looking at me, like they knew the truth. “Ok fine. I might’ve fucked up last night.” “What the fuck did you do?” Bryan said with a raised eyebrow. “She told me she was married …” I crossed my arms and felt my throat tightening up. No way in hell was I gonna start crying this early in the morning. “She was married.” Folio chimed in, emphasizing the was part. “She’s getting divorced. I never let her tell me why. I just panicked and left.” The whole table sighed in disappointment. Nick even threw a hash brown at me in frustration. I put my hood up to avoid the chorus of eye rolls I was about to get thrown at me. “Noah…You gotta talk to her.” Bryan said finally breaking silence. “Look, I have Danielles number. I can ask her if you can have Elliots and you can figure this whole thing out.” “I don’t know if she wants to hear from me.” I muttered as I pushed my food away from me. “Don’t you think it’s worth the risk? I’ve never seen you so hung up on a girl since Sabrina.” I chewed my lip in frustration cause I knew he was right. Maybe I can talk to her or come back up and see her. All I know is that I wanted to hear her voice again, even if it was for the last time. *Elliots POV* I woke up feeling better than I expected, well, hangover-wise I felt okay. It was Tyler’s turn to take Liam to daycare so I laid in bed as last night flashed through my mind like a highlight reel. The silence was deafening and my heart felt heavy as the sobs started up again. I missed Noah so much and all I wanted to do was find him and talk to him. My sobs wouldn’t stop as I remembered how his face fell as I told him I was getting divorced. Noah deserved to know the truth and I don’t blame him for how he reacted at all…I just wish he gave me a chance to explain myself. My phone buzzed as I walked into my bathroom, it was Danielle. “So what happened last night?” “Nothing…I told Noah I was getting divorced and he freaked out.” I put my phone away and tried to pull myself together. I got into the shower and I could still smell Noah on my skin and I began to cry gently into my hands. I stayed like that until the water started to run cold. I let out a huge sigh as I quickly washed my hair and body before getting out. A few more tears fell from my eyes as I attempted to do my make up and get dressed. I settled on a pair of light wash Levi’s, checkered Vans, a black t-shirt with some gold jewelry before heading out the door. My lawyer Anita, who was Danielles mom, greeted me with a huge hug when I got to her office. She explained the process to me and how it could take a while, maybe a year for it to officially settle. With the pandemic delaying a ton of court dates, most divorce hearings got put at the bottom of the list. She had already set someone up from her team to serve Tyler the papers sometime tomorrow while he’s at work. After that, we’d get a court date to figure everything out because I refused to talk to him about this alone. I said my goodbyes and walked out of her office feeling light as a feather knowing things were going to change. I pulled out my phone to text Danielle but I had a text from an unknown number that stopped me dead in my tracks. “Hey… its Noah.”

#noah sebastian #bad omens #fanfic

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casperslibrary · 2 months ago

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{Finnick Odair x Reader} To Survive The Ocean, First You Must Swim- CHAPTER THREE

After losing her sister to the games and her father to the ocean, her best friend (and supposed love of her life) Emery saves her. Now, as they go into the hunger games together, she is determined to do whatever it takes to save him. But when her mentor ends up being a man she has learnt to hate, she can't help but be frustrated, especially when she realises how little she really hates him, and how much she actually needs him.

chapter two | chapter four | all chapters

The morning sun wakes all too early, I really should have closed my curtains last night. The time reads six o clock, and as I walk into the dining car of the train I realise that I am the first one up. Or so I thought. As I face the counter trying to figure out how to work the coffee machine, I feel a tall figure press himself behind me.

“Morning, sweetheart.” I push him off me, he laughs and apologies insincerely. He takes a sugar cube out from the sugar bowl beside me.

“Want one?” He says as he puts the sugar cube into his mouth, after chewing and swallowing it he continues.

“Technically these are supposed to go with tea, but your days are numbered, so I suggest you have as much as possible while you still can.”

I roll my eyes and walk away. My wish for coffee is long forgotten. Though as I sit on the couch, I am surprised to see Finnick bringing me a cup. I thank him and stare at the TV, watching reruns of yesterday's reaping. I am somewhat glad to see that it wasn’t obvious that I had been crying prior to boarding the train. Though what I found odd is that as we made our way to and onto the train, Finnicks gaze never diverged from me, not once. I chalk it down to him being surprised at the spectacle I made while volunteering earlier. Though I wish that I had sensed him staring in the moment, not being able to tell when someones watching you won’t fare well in the arena.

After the clock strikes seven, slowly people start entering the room. Avoxes set up breakfast, all while Finnick and I sit on the couch, not saying a word to each other. Around seven-thirty Emery and Sona enter the room, Hadley following shortly afterwards. Emery eyes the sight of Finnick and I sitting on the couch together, but I quickly get up and make my way to the dining table. Finnick following suit. Breakfast, which is a selection of bacon, eggs, toast, and hash browns, is over rather quickly. I don’t think any of us had much of an appetite.

“Exciting day!” Sona remarks as our train passes capital citizens, all of whom are waving at us and trying to get a glimpse of Finnick. He winks as one, and if possible she would have melted into a puddle on the spot. I raise a brow at him.

“Hey, I’m just helping you get sponsors.” He raises his hands into the air and walks away.

Getting off the train, I wear a green floral dress. Emery takes my hand and gives it a light squeeze as we walk into the giant building.

“Ow!” I grunt as one of my stylists rips another section of hair off my legs. In four it's not like we refuse to shave, but I never saw the point in it. Another stylist - in all honesty I didn't bother to remember any of their names - starts trimming my hair, “evening it out” as she said. I don't particularly care though, I just want to get my clothes back on.

My main stylist, Dara, enters. Her skin is slightly tinted pink and her pin straight hair is a more vivid shade. I recognise her from previous years, but I don’t remember her being our district's stylist last year. According to Dara, she used to work for seven, but got promoted. I think back to sevens costume last year, and sigh from relief as I remember the girl wasn’t stark naked. We talk as she dresses me, Dara is nice, but very obviously illusioned by the capitol.

Dara dresses me in a big poofy blue gown, though I don’t get to see myself until we’re about to leave. When I do get to look in the mirror, I’m taken aback. My eyes are decorated with blue and silver patterns all around, and the rest of my make up is simple, but stunning.

My dress however is the complete opposite of simple. The blue material shines along my torso and as it poofs out it cascades down into the shape of waves, white tinting the end resembling foam. Wow. I know that being a tribute in the hunger games is not exactly a good thing, but for the first time in a while, I feel beautiful. And as Dara and I enter the bottom level of the Remake Center, I know the others feel the same.

Sona squeals and hugs me, and I surprisingly don’t reel back in disgust. Finnick also stares, but I can only look at him for so long before I feel something weird in my stomach. Probably just yesterday's lamb I say to myself, makes sense considering it was the first time I’d ever had it. The only one who isn’t staring is Hadley, but in all fairness I don’t think that she even knows she exists right now. I think back to the train ride, did she ever actually say even one word during the duration of the whole journey? I mentally thank Finnick again for volunteering to be my mentor.

“Wow.” I turn around to see Emery, but am only given a few seconds to take him in before he pulls me into a warm embrace. From what I did see, his eye makeup had the same patterns, and his shirt and slacks, while less luxurious, followed the same colour pattern. The district one chariot leaves, and we quickly get ourselves into position. Just as three takes off Finnick comes up to us, standing on my side of the chariot.

“You look beautiful.” Is all he says before our ride starts to move. I was used to him flirting with me, but for some reason the way he talked this time was different. As Emery grips onto my hand for stability I realise why. Usually, when Finnick flirts with girls, it’s in a practised, composed, almost synthetic nature. But as he spoke to me just now… it sounded genuine.

Finnick Odair thinks I’m beautiful.

The idea admittedly made me giddy. Sure, I wasn’t exactly looking for his affection, but being called pretty by Panem’s most eligible bachelor wasn’t exactly an insult. We glide through the path, and people are actually cheering for us. I understand why, my dress was nothing short of marvelous. I’d have to thank Dara later. I look into the giant TV screen and realise, as the wind brushes past us, it actually looks like the waves on my gown are moving, rising and crashing just like the ones at home. As beautiful as it is I quickly feel homesick, and even sicker when I realise I never will see home again. I squeeze Emery’s hand even tighter, and he gives me a small smile, one he always uses to comfort me.

As I see his smile I am transported back, back to when I saw my sister cut to death on screen. We were watching together, and he very quickly held me in his arms. He never let go. Even hours later when I had no tears left to cry, and his shirt was wet from my sorrow, he still held onto me. And I held onto him as if he were my life line, because in that moment, he was. As frail as he was, he still managed to pick me up and carry me to my bed. Holding me and comforting me as I cried myself to sleep. And when the sun woke me up the next morning, he was still there, giving me that exact same smile, telling me how strong I am, how brave I am. And that was the day I fell in love with Emery Jones.

He is going home, he is going home for me.

All too quickly, we are whisked away into the training centre. I am again embraced by Sona, and then gushed at by our prep teams. I turn to look at Emery, finally taking the time to take him in. Even though he is skinny, he has always looked good. And not in a you’re my best friend and probably the love-of-my-life so I have to think you look good type of way but in a he is objectively attractive way. His dark hair is silky and his green eyes are neither too big nor too small. He has a sharp jawline and symmetrical face, and his nose is naturally the shape that people get plastic surgery for. My view of him is suddenly obstructed when Finnick steps in front of me.

“Good job, princess.” Is all he says, but I can’t help but wonder, he is technically Emery’s mentor, so why isn’t Finnick paying as much attention to him as he is to me? Whatever the case, I hope it doesn’t affect sponsorships in the arena.

As we enter the elevator that takes us to our floor, I can’t help but gawk as I look through the crystal windows. Wow. Finnick chuckles, but I pay him no mind. Sona tells us about how she was talking to potential sponsors about us, apparently what she said was that ‘We come from the ocean, just like pearls. And just like pearls we shine.’ Finnick whispers to me saying that she stole that line from her cousin Effie, who uses it every year for the tributes in district 12. I laugh slightly, how the hell did Effie get pearls from a coal mining district?

My laugh is short lived when I see Emery glaring at us, a hostility in his eyes that is rare to see. Sona pushes her white curls from her face as she leads us around our floor. I enter my quarters, and after getting changed and removing my makeup, I lie down to get some peace, and again I am disturbed by a knock. Do people have nowhere else to be? I shake my head and open the door, curious to see the intruder. Not even a day ago I would have automatically assumed it to be Emery, but recently we haven’t been talking much. Though I open the door, and there he stands, barging in. The fuck? Do I just have a sign on my door saying ‘Come in as you please! Mi casa es su casa!’

But before I can say anything, Emery, for the first time in our lives, talks to me with venom in his voice.

“What’s your deal? I thought you hated him? So why are you guys so chummy now?”

Huh? Finnick and I are chummy? From context I can tell that’s who he’s talking about, but God only knows what he’s talking about. My confused expression only seemed to aggravate him more.

“You’re supposed to be by my side! Not his!”

And just like that I snap.

“By your side? Fucking hell dude the only reason I’m here is because I’m by your side! If I wasn’t ‘by your side’ I would be at home right now safe and with my mother. I willingly signed up to my own slaughter to stay by your side! But no! I laughed with Finnick once and oh my lord, I sat next to him on the couch! So I must have abandoned you completely for him!” Emery's eyes widen, and his angry demeanor calms down. I sigh. Fighting is going to get us nowhere, and I understand why he attacked me. We’re about to get sent off to our deaths, and the last thing either of us want is to be alone.

“I’m sorry Em.” My hands cover my face. “Finnick… he means nothing to me. I do admit I don’t feel as much hatred as I once did for him, but still, I am with you. Forever and always.”

He apologises to me too, whispering my name as he steps closer to me.

“I shouldn’t have reacted like that… I just can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Any anger that I had left dissipates. He smiles and looks at me.

“Remember when Finnick won the 65th? How you went on an endless spiral about how it should have been him that was killed and not your sister.”

I don’t know why he chose to bring this up, but I nod.

“I agree with what you said, your sister should have won.”

As he says this a sharp pain enters me, but I realise, he was right. Finnick lived and my sister died. She made it to the top three, but Finnick set traps with hand-woven nets. She found herself in one of those nets, and while Finnick wasn’t the one to kill her, it was his nets that left her like a sitting duck for that district one boy to come along and slit her throat. Finnick killed him shortly after (and by doing so won the games) but the damage was already done. Finnick Odair is the reason why my sister is dead. I may have momentarily forgotten it, but it is still true.

“Do you think so?” Emery says.

“Yes. Finnick should have died, my sister should have lived.”

I feel tears fall from my eyes, and Emery wipes them from my face, holding me like he did all those years ago.

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