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worstgenerationloser · 2 days ago

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Could you please do ace, shanks and benn defending their f s/o from a misogynistic man? I had to face one at work and he gave me the absolute ICK

,, Rushing to your aid! ''

Ace, Shanks, and Beckman x F! Reader.

Summary... how would your boyfriend defend you from a misogynistic man?

Contains... misogyny, mentions of harassment, depictions of bloody violence, and some slight fluff!

A/N: IM SORRY YOU HAD TO DEAL WITH THAT ANON💕 I hope since you sent in this ask the men have left you alone! If not I'll ward them away myself!! 🤺🤺

Portgas D. Ace

Ace doesn't register it completely, so at first he's confused on why this man is talking to you as if you were a baby (mostly because he's a dumbass)

Now, even if he wasn't aware the man was being misogynistic at first, he's still rushing towards you because there's literally a weird man talking to you the way you would to a little kid, and you definitely looked angry enough to tear off his head.

"Woah, what's happening here?" Instinctively and natural as breathing, his arm slips around your shoulders and his fingers move to gently graze your arm in an attempt to console you.

He doesn't like showing his temper much, but when people precious to him are involved, his angry heart bursts into flames. When the man speaks, his jaw drops out of pure disbelief. According to him, he was mansplaining how pirates operate to you. Which is weird, because Ace knows that you're definitely well versed in pirates... Considering you're his girlfriend.

He wanted to diffuse the situation, but it seems like this random needed a reality check.

"Hm... Good to know, but I'm sure it's irrelevant to her." His smile is wide and joyous, but the ominous shadow looming over his face is anything but.

"But she's clueless!", the man rambles on and bumbles about like a headless chicken, before he turns back to get one good look at Ace. Then it clicks in his pea-sized brain that maybe you know a bit more about pirates than him.

Ace looks a little scary when he's mad, you discover . But mostly cute.

"My girlfriend doesn't need to explain her knowledge to some random asshole who couldn't make a lasting impact on her life if he tried, you're way below her, buddy."

With gritted teeth, Ace tries to not light fire to the whole town, but only you seem to notice his body is literally smoking hot.

According to Ace, the guy ran a little too slow, and that's how he ended up naked covered in burn marks! The marines didn't believe him, though, and you two were left to flee.

"Can you believe the balls on that guy? It's not like you're unknown, either. Portgas D. Ace's kickass girlfriend! It's got a nice ring to it, eh?"

He nudges you a little too hard and sends you flying into a bush, but you appreciate the cute moments with him no matter how brief.

Red-Haired Shanks

Shanks learned many things during his time in the Roger Pirates, but one thing really stuck with him throughout the years. He can tolerate being spat on and kicked around, if his crew sees it as a threat then he's not gonna stop them from doing whatever it is they're planning, but he's not gonna ask them to go out of their way to deal with it.

But when someone disrespects his crew, and especially you?

Oh, he's pissed.

You think he doesn't realize at first, but he's keeping a very close eye on you two. He tries to keep his ass planted firmly into his chair per Beckman's request. Beckman is the mature one, and he's almost never wrong in the astute observations he makes. Despite this, Shanks has no self control and he's lobbing himself towards the bar where you sit.

Beckman shakes his head disapprovingly at his captain, because unlike him, Beck knows you can handle yourself.

The man in question harassing you seems to be a small time criminal with a bounty of 50,000... That doesn't deter Shanks, it might have egged him on even more because who does he think he is harassing you?

By the time Shanks has made his way to you, your harasser seems to have taken it upon himself to demean you for your appearance, pulling out all the classics like "bitch" "whore" , and "slut" to name a few. Shanks, of course, finds absolutely no amusement in this. I'm sure you can guess what happened next.

Your harasser tries to argue and degrade you a little more when Shanks steps up, not realizing how silent the bar has suddenly become. He didn't even realize the hundreds of eyes disappearing from him, not wanting to watch things unfold.

"You're drunk, I'll give you that one." Shanks barks out a laugh like he finds it funny, but up close you can see that gleam in his eyes.

Well... it's not like you could stop him anyways.

But you really wish he left the bar standing, at least. It certainly isn't doing good for his reputation as an emperor of the seas.

When Beckman scolds him as if he were a child on deck, he laughs like he'll forget about it in a day or two. But everyone knows Shanks will be doing it all over again in a heartbeat. He holds you extra close that night, trying to make sure your heart isn't tainted by the venomous words spat.

"I don't want anybody, big name or small, disrespecting people I hold dear to me."

His words are sweet while he whispers to you in bed... he's an odd man, but he's yours.

Benn Beckman

Two words. Broken. Bones.

Beckman does not play around with his girl, at all. He'll bash in heads day and night if someone even looks at you the wrong way, but he restrains himself because he's not a jealous young man anymore, so he likes to think.

Regarding everything else, he's cool as a cucumber, he prefers to let things wash over by themselves and only offers advice if he senses things will go astray. (as previously mentioned)

You're his girl, and a damn beautiful one, so he isn't surprised when some people try and scope you out, the same happens to him with many women, so why be so hypocritical about it? His heart is locked inside of yours for the rest of his life whether you want him or not, so he knows you won't run off with another no matter how much Shanks jokes about it.

If they're a little persistent, he might walk up to you and give you a few kisses so they get the message. But this man was definitely not "a little persistent."

Beck doesn't have a second to think of what he should do when he hears the utterances of vile comments slip from this man's mouth after you turned him down, because he's already right next to you quicker than his own head can wrap around. He's big, tall and scary, enough so to make someone shake with just a look.

"A grown man like yourself should know that ain't no way to talk to a lady." His voice is low, and he's talking nice and slow for your harassers ears only.

Beck heard it all, him hitting on you in an unceremonious way, all the way to demeaning you when you rejected him, spouting the same chewed up rhetoric that is "women are only good for bearing children" and whatnot. He can't let that pass no matter how capable you may be of handling it yourself.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" The man's words were proven to be a bad move before his lips could rest against eachother.

Following that, there was quite a sight. Somehow Beckman managed to twist the poor guy into some kind of abstract form of art, all bloody and fucked up with no more teeth left.

And of course he ushered you away after wiping his hands clean enough for you, because he's a gentleman, he didn't do it for himself, it was for you!

"M'sorry you had to see that, sugar." His whispers fill your head while he has you resting your head on his chest hours later, a few giggles coming from outside your bedroom door. Guess who?

"You know I won't let nobody disrespect you like that. You aren't mad, are you baby?" Beckman is a real sweet talker, so it's not like you could be even if you tried.

Plus, he looks super hot fighting.

END.

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moonstruckme · 16 hours ago

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my queen of comfort 🙇🏻‍♀️

can i pls request a marauders with reader who has seasonal depression and it gets bad especially during the winters??? thank u 🫶

Thanks for being patient with me lovely <3

cw: depression, no harmful thoughts but general apathy and lethargy

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 995 words

It’s warm in your bed. Almost too warm. The backs of your knees and the place where your arm is folded against your side feel uncomfortably heated. But Sirius kisses the back of your neck when he wakes, and you wouldn’t move for anything.

“Let’s go to the farmer’s market today,” he says, voice sticky with sleep.

You look out the crack in the curtains covering your bedroom window. “It’s so cold out, though.”

“So we’ll bundle up. You can put your hands in my pockets if you don’t feel like wearing your gloves.” His nose bumps your nape as he kisses you again. “It’ll be very romantic. The woman who sells the apple tarts said she’d be back this week, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m okay.”

“You won’t let me get my girl a sweet? I thought you really liked those.”

“I do, just.” Just. It feels like it’s all you say lately, like all you do is make excuses. Just, just, just. “It doesn’t seem worth it. It’s really gross outside.”

Sirius’ arm comes around your waist. He doesn’t contradict you. It’s dreary and gray out your window, drizzling rain that bites like ice when it lands on your skin. You’d rather lose track of the day lying here with him, let it slip through your fingers and not think very hard about what it means that you have. Sirius’ fingers playing with yours make this all the more appealing.

“What if we went to the cinema?” he asks. “That comedy film is showing this weekend.”

“Didn’t James want to see that one?”

“Think so, yeah.”

“You should take him.”

“I don’t want to take James.” Your joined hands press to your hip, a gentle request for you to turn around. But you don’t want to look at him, and Sirius doesn’t make you. He squeezes your fingers instead. “I want to take you.”

That’s the important bit. Sirius doesn’t care about the farmer’s market, or even really about the film. You know he only wants you to get up, to go anywhere and do anything at all, and you feel like shit for resisting him. You shouldn’t, either. You know how sadness can sink its talons in the longer it holds you.

“I’m sorry. Yeah, let’s go.”

“Don’t be sorry, lovely girl,” he chides fondly. “We don’t have to go if you won’t enjoy it. What do you want to do?”

You try to muster something for him, you really do, but after a handful of hapless moments you can only be honest.

“I don’t think I want anything.”

“That’s okay.” Sirius drops a kiss on your shoulder. “Hey, could you look at me? Please?”

You roll over, miserable and made more miserable by the aching tenderness in your boyfriend’s expression. This new spot on the bed is colder than where you’d been, but Sirius’ knee bumps against yours, his palm slipping beneath your head on the pillow. He doesn’t hesitate to touch you. Doesn't treat you like you’re breakable or wrong or contagious. His hand flattens under your cheek and warms your skin like he can bleed goodness into you.

“It’s okay,” he says again, softly.

“I’m sorry.”

Sirius tsks. “Now what for?”

“Making things so hard,” you murmur. You’re trying not to disturb his palm with your mouth movements.

“Sweetheart, nothing’s hard when I’m with you. I just want to be with you. We can just sit here and talk all day if you want.”

“I don’t think I’m very nice to talk to right now.”

“What does that matter? I know I’m awful to talk to half the time. We can be morbid bellyachers together.”

With some effort, you lift one corner of your mouth. Sirius kisses it rewardingly.

“You are a delight to talk to, by the way. Always.”

“A delight?” you whisper.

“Mhm.”

There’s a piece of his hair that’s arching over his face, all sprightly and mussed about by the pillowcase. You’re close enough that it moves when you breathe. You blow, and it tickles Sirius’ nose. He smiles.

“I don’t think I want to talk,” you admit.

“That’s okay.”

“I know I’m not fun to be around right now. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make everything miserable.” You look at the dip of his cupid’s bow rather than his eyes. “I love you.”

It feels important to say. Even when you’re dropping it in his lap awkwardly, like a plea.

Sirius tilts his head until his eyes meet yours. Dark lashes and silver pools, like moonlight glancing off water. “I love you,” he says, so sincere it burns. “I have another idea.”

You hum.

“We watch a film here instead. Or a show, whatever. But first, you tell me how to make french toast so we can have some for breakfast.”

“You don’t want me to make it?” You don’t want to, but you’d try for him.

“I want to do something for you.” He kisses you, soft and sweet. He tastes like sleep. “But you’re allowed to help if you like.”

Allowed amuses you, though you don’t smile. Sirius’ eyes glint like he can tell just the same.

“You do lots of things for me,” you say.

“Good. I’d like to continue adding to the tally; it’s how I keep my edge.”

You look at Sirius, thinking of how much you must love him for it to ache this deeply. Thinking of how he loves you, and how unfair it seems. He keeps doing it even when you give him every reason not to.

Sirius can tell you’ve slipped away. He strokes his thumb over your cheek. “So, what do you say, gorgeous?”

You don’t really want to eat french toast. You think you’d swallow battery acid if he made it for you, though. “It sounds nice.”

“Yeah?” He grins. “Okay, let’s go then, yeah? I’m starving.”

You give Sirius your hands when he reaches for them, and you let him pull you up.

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muwapsturniolo · 3 days ago

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IN WHICH.....A young troubled mind, lost and searching for belonging, finds solace in a group that seems to offer her a sense of purpose. Over time, however, she begins to uncover unsettling truths, realizing their intentions may not be as innocent as they first appeared.

WARNINGS..... mentions of psychiatric hospitals, depression, water/electroshock therapy. mentions of cigarettes, alcohol, throwing up. mentions of verbally abusive parents. IF I FORGOT ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

Dear Diary, I don't know what day it is...I think it's spring. The air feels nice, it doesn't smell like chemicals or shit. The sun feels warm as well, a big difference from the cold walls of the psychiatric center. They wouldn't give me my clothes back, so I'm sitting on one of the benches outside in the hospital gowns. They treat you like shit in there, but at least they had the decency to give me a blanket so my bare ass isn't parked on this bench. I'm currently waiting for Heather to pick me up. The hospital allowed me one phone call since my parents told them they couldn't pick me up, who knows if they actually even wanted to, but that's beside the point. I called Heather, and she was quick to agree to pick me up, she seemed excited. Speaking of Heather, I think I see her car coming down the road.

I put my pen in the crevice of the diary and close it shut, standing up as the beat-up beetle comes to a screeching halt. I watch as Heather scrambles out of the car, her sandy brown locks bouncing freely in the warm air. She's always been a pretty and carefree girl. She was slim, had green eyes, and a face full of freckles to show she was kissed by the sun.

She squeals as she pulls me into a hug, holding me tightly and bouncing up and down. I wasn't much for physical affection, but it felt wrong not to hug her after so long.

"I missed you Heather...." I mumble into her shoulder, clenching my eyes shut. She pulls away and gives me a sad but thoughtful smile, "I missed you too, crazy girl."

The rolling of my eyes makes her throw her head back and laugh, her hands never leaving my shoulders. "Come on, I bet you're tired of this place! Let's go!"

We rush to the car and climb in, not even bothering to buckle our seatbelts before flying off. It was only a few miles away from the hospital when Heather finally turned to me, a look of curiosity in her eyes.

"Sooo...what's up?"

I raise an eyebrow at the question, "Uhh, the sky?" She scoffs and looks back at the empty road. I could tell she was thinking about how to reword her question, possibly scared about being invasive. I don't see how she would be, I wasn't even allowed to shower alone in the hospital, eyes and ears always following you and listening.

I reach into her glove compartment and pull out her cigarettes and a lighter, immediately popping one in my mouth and sparking it. After a strong inhale of the cancer and a cough later, I turn to her.

"If you're asking how I am up here-" I tap my head a few times, "- It's all good. I mean, water and electroshock therapy gets you right after a few tries."

I take another hit of the cigarette before letting my hand rest out the window. "But honestly, I'm ok...I think? I don't even really know what was wrong with me to begin with. My parents wrote me off as crazy and a delinquent...Crazy is a bit much, but delquient would be correct. I don't know if those qualities in myself are fixed, considering I've been locked up in that place for god knows how long, so we will see how I turn out once I've 'adjusted' to being in the real world again..."

I found myself rambling, my thoughts a bit jumbled. It's been a long time since I've had the chance to talk to someone who wouldn't judge me. It's almost like I forgot how to think without being scared.

"Nothing was wrong with you, you just have a carefree spirit, and that scares people. Your parents are old folk and boring, the life we live damn near gives them heart attacks, so to hell with what they think!" I chuckle at her optimistic mindset.

That's how Heather has always been - Be the man, fuck the system.

"Enough about me and my time in the looney bin, catch me up. What have I missed?"

Apparently, I missed a lot, considering the way she immediately started to ramble.

The deli on Swanson burned down, Kirk got arrested for burning it down, a new record store opened near the library, Amber was cheating on Dylan with his older brother Shane, Miss. Jackson our English teacher from 7th grade died, and a bunch more.

However, the thing that shocked me the most was her parents dying. She said it so nonchalantly that I almost missed it. "Woah, wait, wait, wait! Your parents died? Heather, what the fuck? Oh my god, are you ok? What happened?"

"I was out with some friends, and when I came home, they were dead. Someone had broken in and killed them, stole all the money and shit too." It's odd how she brushes this off as if it was nothing. Although Heather got into a lot of trouble, her parents loved her. They never berated her like mine did or shunned her for her actions, they just kept loving her, hoping her ways would eventually change as she got older.

"Jesus Heather, I'm so sorry. I wish I could have been there for you." she waves me off, shooting me a soft smile.

"It's fine really... It happened a month after you were sent away. I know you would have been there for me, but I've been fine. I had an amazing group of people to help me through it."

I nod and rub her shoulder, "Good, I'm glad you had people to help you out."

"Honestly, I think you would like them! They are really nice and open to any and everything. We live out like an hour away on a commune, and it's just... Peaceful. There is no bullshit, no assholes, everyone feels like family...I love it a lot, and I think you would too."

I can't help the laugh that escapes my mouth, "A commune? You guys live off the land and sing kumbaya?" It's evident my laughter and joking rub Heather the wrong way, the way she hits my shoulder and glares at me tells me that much.

"Stop it! They are really nice people, and I love them! they're like family to me, and I don't appreciate you making fun of them or the life we live because you're too fucking-" She cuts herself off, getting quiet as she realizes the harshness of her tone.

"Finish what you were going to say Heather." She remains quiet, a look of regret on her face. I sigh and face forward, watching the scenery pass us by. It wasn't long before her hand found it's way to my thigh, squeezing it gently as a form of apology.

"I-I'm sorry for getting so defensive. I know you weren't trying to be harsh or degrading, you were just joking around... I-I just get protective over them. I meant what I said when I mentioned them being like family to me. They took me in and took care of me..."

Silence follows for a moment before I intertwine our fingers, finally turning towards her.

"I get it, and I'm sorry for joking about this... family, you found yourself joining. I'm happy you have people to take care of you after your parents." She gives me a small smile before looking back at the road.

"Did you want to maybe meet them? Or possibly come stay with us? I really think you would like it, especially after the hospital."

I sigh and rest my head on the window, "No, it's fine...I think I just want to go back to my parents and settle down."

"Your parents? But they are the ones who threw you in that damn looney bin! They have always treated you like shit! I don't think you should go back, they aren't going to do anything besides make you out to be the bad guy and try to put you back in that shit hole as quick as they can!"

That's something I've always loved about Heather, she always stuck up for me. It didn't matter if I was wrong or right, or even if it was against my parents.

She was a natural-born fighter - something I wish I could be.

"It's fine Heather...I can handle it."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

Turns out I would soon regret those words.

We pulled into my parents' driveway, my nerves bad. I could feel the sweat forming in the palms of my sweaty hands. This house always seemed scary to me, from the time we moved in, to the time I was dragged out of my bed in the middle of the night and thrown into a truck.

It had horrible memories, ones I've managed to block out since I was young.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?"

I ignore Heather's words and climb out of the car, making my way up the cobblestone path and to the front door. I debate grabbing the spare key that's tucked away under one of the potted plants, but I'd rather not get into an argument with my parents right away. I sigh out and ring the doorbell, hoping they would answer.

To my luck, they do, both my mother and father.

It's comical how they look me up and down, almost as if they are shocked to see me. I notice my mother's judgmental eyes looking past me and at Heathers car.

"No hi or hello? No hugs?" I ask in a joking manner, holding my arms up and out for dramatic effect. My father looks at me with a glare that causes me to put my arms down.

"What are you doing here?" My mother's words cause me to frown in confusion. "I got out today... The hospital called you all to come pick me up, and they said you couldn't...."

"No, we said we weren't picking you up because we want nothing to do with you."

My stomach churned at the harsh words thrown at me, but deep down, I knew something like this was going to happen.

"What so I'm being disowned?"

"That's exactly what's happening. You're a disgrace, an embarrassment, a damn lunatic! You've been nothing but trouble since you were born!"

I stare at them with harsh eyes, my hands clenched into fists, but I refrain from saying anything. There was no point in arguing with them, I learned that a long time ago.

"You are a pest! A damn parasite that we wished we never had! You've done nothing but be a burden and a damn freak! We don't love you, we never have and never will! You're not allowed under this roof, and if you come back, the cops will be called!"

Their words hurt, but i refuse to show them that.

"You know what? Fine. I'll leave, I'll drop off the face of the earth so that way you two can pretend to be one big happy family with no daughter. But I'm only going to ask you for one thing, let me grab some clothes."

My father goes to tell me no, but I interrupt him, "I need clothes. I'm about to be homeless because of you two. The least you can do is let me grab clothes."

"Fine, but be quick. We don't want you here any longer than you need to be," I shove past them silently, marching right to my room. I reach underneath my bed and grab an old duffel bag. I don't even think about the clothes I'm grabbing, simply reaching into my closet and dressers and just shoving things in there.

I pack as much as I can, as well as some sanitary products. Eventually, I change into a pair of jeans, a random shirt, and a jacket, slipping on some gym shoes, and walking out of the room. I stop in the doorway and look over my shoulder, my eyes glazing over in the safe haven I used to call a bedroom.

"You need to leave."

My mother's voice flows through my ears, and I clench my fists once more. I storm back out of the house and turn towards the sperm donors I used to call my parents.

"I hope the two of you die a long and horrible death. Fuck both of you!"

I could tell my words shocked them, they're used to me never speaking back to them or cursing them out.

I storm back over to Heather's car and climb in, throwing my bag in the back seat. "I assume it didn't go we - Just shut up and drive Heather!" I bark, running my hands through my hair. Eventually, I feel the car move, the wheels meeting the concrete street before the negative energy of the house dissipates.

I can feel my whole body shaking as I hold back the emotions that want to escape, my fingers gripping at my roots harshly.

"Let it out...."

Heather's words set off a bomb inside of me, an ear-piercing scream leaving my mouth. My tears stream freely, burning my eyes in the process. My hands slam against the dashboard in anger, "I hate them! I hate them! I hate them so fucking much!"

"They've always treated me like shit!"

"They were horrible parents!"

"I wish they were dead!"

"What did I do to deserve this?"

My explosive tantrum dwindles down as Heather pulls into the lot of a convenience store, parking in a spot closest to the door. She says nothing as she climbs out of the car and walks into the store, coming out a few minutes later with a bag.

She climbs back in the car and pulls a bottle of alcohol out of the bag, "You seem like you need it."

I eye the bottle with sore eyes, breathing harshly. I shouldn't drink it, whatever meds they gave me this morning in the hospital are still in my system, but I don't care anymore. I snatch the bottle and quickly open it, taking a big gulp.

The all too familiar feeling of my throat burning brings a sense of comfort, my body immediately begging to feel warm. I pull the bottle away from my lips and gag, " I forgot how strong this shit is."

Heather laughs before lighting a cigarette and handing it to me, "Have your fun loca, you're finally free."

I'm free.

I take another sip of alcohol before looking at Heather, "Do you think if I show up drunk to the commune, they'll hate me?"

She squeals in excitement hearing that I'll go to the commune, "They'll love you!"

With that, she pulls out of the parking spot, rolling the windows down and flying down the street like we used to do. I reach forward and turn the radio on, raising the volume of the music. The familiar intro to our favorite song comes on, both of us screaming loudly.

"All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey!"

I was drunk out of my mind when we arrived at the commune, stumbling out of the car and falling into the wet patch of grass to throw up. I don't remember much after that besides Heather leaving me alone to grab help, a pair of arms eventually wrapping around my body and picking me up.

I could feel my body floating as I stared up at the night sky, the stars shining big and bright due to the lack of lights in the rural area.

It was a beautiful sight.

The floating feeling soon felt like I was on a cloud, a warm cloud. Not long after, I could feel my eyelids dropping, sleep taking over me.

The next three days were depressing.

I remember waking up the day after my arrival feeling sluggish and sad. Maybe it was the hangover. I haven't had alcohol in, I don't know how long.

Maybe it was the realization that I was truly alone. I had no home, no family, nothing to call my own. Heather had come into the room multiple times to check on me, asking me how I was feeling and trying to coax me out of the room to meet everyone - I declined.

I didn't feel like meeting these new people. Getting out of this random bed seemed like the end of the world, it made a pit form in my stomach.

I felt the same unease and sadness from my first night in the psych ward.

The second day was filled with me crying in darkness, curling up into a fetal position, and letting my sadness show to no one but myself. It wasn't a good feeling, but I don't know if I ever truly felt good. My whole life was spent with me walking on eggshells around my parents, constant beratement, and getting up to no good to feel something.

I was chasing a feeling I would never know.

The third day was filled with silence, my mind shutting off as I stared at the wooden wall in front of me. I didn't feel like doing anything besides wallowing in my own sadness, but that all changed with three knocks on a door.

I thought it was Heather, so I didn't answer. I assumed it was her room anyway, so there was no point in me telling her to come in. However, I was wrong, the person knocked once again, three more times.

The thought of getting out of bed felt like the end of the world, but I managed to do so. My footsteps were sluggish, my feet dragging against the wooden floor. I crack the door open slightly, and I come face to face with a pair of blue eyes and a warm smile.

"You've been in here for three days."

I say nothing, simply looking down at the door handle. He doesn't let the silence between us stay long, opening his mouth to speak once more.

"I'm Christopher, but everyone here calls me Chris...I uhh, I helped you to bed when you arrived. You were pretty drunk; you should learn to handle your liquor."

I go to close the door, not wanting to hear him speak anymore, but he stops me, his hand preventing the door from closing.

"Hold on a second, I know you're going through some things. Heather told us that you were, but she never specified. We could hear you crying all day yesterday, and a few of us are worried."

"Why be worried about someone you don't know?"

My voice was raspy, all the crying and screaming I'd been doing clearly doing damage to my vocal cords.

He drops his hand from the door and gives me a smile that makes every joint in my body relax.

"Because on this commune, we care about each other....Why don't you come out for dinner? I know you must be starvin', you haven't eaten in the three days you've been here."

He could tell I was going to turn him down, his smile faltering before quickly going back in place. " Come on, you don't have to do it for Heather or any of us. Do it for yourself. You deserve to have some type of comfort."

Comfort.

I deserve comfort.

I deserve.

I've never been told I deserve something nice, I've only been told I deserve nothing in life.

His words bring me a sense of peace, something I never truly felt. I hesitantly nod, muttering out a soft "ok".

"Perfect...Heather will be in to fetch ya for dinner. Trust me, you'll like it here!"

and so I did.

I went to dinner, everyone in the commune sitting outside on long picnic tables. Oddly, it reminded me of school, but it was different. There were no cliques, there were no lunch monitors, it looked liked one big family dinner.

Everyone was laughing and talking, sharing food and drinks, some people were even singing songs. The atmosphere was carefree, but I still felt nervous.

What if I made a fool of myself crying so loud? What if they don't like me?

Before I could turn to Heather and tell her I'm going back to her room, an arm was thrown over my shoulder, and I was pulled into someone's side.

"I see the pretty girl made it-" his words cause my cheeks to warm, catching me completely off guard. Before I could question his choice of words, he shoves a tray of food in front of me, motioning towards it.

"Help yourself. I don't know what you like, so I grabbed a little bit of everything for you. Don't worry about how it tastes, the kitchen is pretty good at what they do."

I look down at the food, and I can feel my stomach rumble. There's chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, broccoli, and even a huge slice of cake.

"Thanks...I appreciate it." My words are soft, a clear indication that his actions meant a lot.

They did mean a lot, I've never been cared for like this.

He sends me a soft smile and pats my thigh, "S'no problem, pretty. Now eat, your food is going to get cold."

The rest of the dinner is filled with everyone, including myself eating and making small talk.

It was a different setting that I wasn't used to and yet, I felt so at peace

Heather managed to introduce me to a few people, everyone being so warm and inviting, telling me they were happy I was here. A smile I didn't know that was on my face never swayed, almost being permanent.

Sometime throughout dinner, clapping was heard, everyone immediately going silent. I turn to Heather in confusion, only to see her looking at someone with heart eyes. I follow her line of sight and see a man standing up.

From a distance, he looked pretty tall, with fluffy dark brown hair that was a bit long but not too much. He had a bit of facial scruff as well, highlighting his sharp jawline. Even though we were a decent feet away from him, I could see his striking facial features that matched Chris.

His eyes were a bright blue, but they seemed dark - It was unsettling.

"I hope everyone is enjoying dinner?" His voice booms through the air, goosebumps rising along my skin. It reminded me of my father's voice, deep and holding no room for disobedience.

I turn to Heather, whispering softly in her ear.

"Who is that?"

"Hush and listen!" I frown at the way she dismissed my question but continue to listen to him speak.

"Make sure to thank the kitchen for their work. They always put love and care into their job. Now, I'm under the impression we have a few new faces that have joined our family this week?"

My stomach drops at his words, a few people turning to look at me. I rub my sweaty palms together, anxiously fiddling with my hands.

"Could all of the newcomers please stand?"

I planned to stay seated, but with the way Heather turned to me, it felt like I didn't have a choice.

I jump feeling a hand on my back, "Stand up, it'll be ok." I turn and see Chris looking at me with encouragement and reassurance. I swallow harshly and slowly rise to my feet, trying to ignore the multiple pairs of eyes on me.

"Welcome to our home. I know many of you have come from all walks of life. Maybe you experienced something traumatic, or maybe you're just searching for...Searching for something freeing. I hope we can be the peace and tranquility that you need. I want you all to know there's no judgment here, we don't define you by your actions. All I ask, we ask as a family, is that you don't judge us, you do your part, and you find yourself..."

Despite the unsettling feeling in my stomach, his words moved me.

My whole life, I've heard from my family that I'm nothing but my mistakes, they never let me forget it. I wasn't able to make an honest mistake and come back from it, once I made that mistake, it was over from there.

To hear that these people, this random group of strangers, wouldn't define me by my actions... It was freeing. It confused me, but it brought me an odd sense of peace.

"I hope you all enjoy your night, feel free to indulge in freedom."

Everyone jumps back into dinner, continuing their talk and laughter. As the man goes to walk away, we make brief eye contact. He sends me a smile before turning away, and starting to walk away from the group dinner.

I'm snapped out of my daze by Heather yanking me back down, immediately starting to ramble about who knows what.

Eventually, dinner finishes and Heather mentions something about helping out the kitchen with dishes, taking my tray along with a few others, and stacking them. My instincts tell me to offer help, not wanting to look like I'm mooching off of this makeshift family.

Before I could even offer my help, Chris placed a hand on my thigh. I look down at his hand before looking up at him, finding him closer than before.

"Did you want to take a walk with me before you go to bed?"

I'm sure I look stupid with the way I freeze, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. "She'd love to. Maybe you guys should walk by the lake?" My head snaps to Heather who looks nothing but supportive of the proposal.

I knew what she was doing, she was playing matchmaker. She had always done this, setting me up on multiple dates so I wouldn't be alone when she was out with her many boy toys. It never went well for me, the boys were assholes, or somehow I messed it up.

I go to deny the offer, not wanting to get involved with a boy so soon after everything that has happened to me, but I'm left with no choice when Chris guides me up from my seat.

"Come on, promise I won't keep you up for long."

He guides me away from the group, his hand wrapped in mine as we walk along the dusty dirt road. Eventually, we go off trail, his body ahead of mine as he pulls me through some trees.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere special."

It was special.

It was a lake, a beautiful lake.

The moonlight illuminated the dark waters, showing the small ripples due to the soft wind. I could make out some wildflowers growing along the edge, as well as cattails swaying in the wind.

I feel calm, the lake-scented air filling my nostrils, making me inhale deeply and close my eyes.

"You look good."

My eyes fly open, and I turn to Chris, "huh?"

"I said you look good...I should say calm. You just look more at peace from earlier." He sits down in the grass, motioning for me to follow. I settle down next to him, our knees touching as we sit crisscross.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful scenery in front of us.

I decided to break the silence with a question.

"Who was that guy who spoke at dinner? He looked like you." He chuckles and begins picking at the grass, "Well, I would hope he looks like me, we are triplets after all. His name is Matthew, but everyone calls him Matt. Our other brother is Nick, he wasn't at dinner."

I hum in curiosity, I've never met triplets before. "Is he like...in charge or something?'

"Who, Matt or Nick?"

"Matt."

He clears his throat before nodding, "Yeah, he is. Matt organized this whole commune due to...due to something happening in our life. We decided to create our own family. Nick is second in command, I guess you could say. He just helps Matt out with the important stuff."

"So where does that leave you?" I question softly.

"Third in command. My job is to make sure everyone settles in nicely and to just make sure everyone is ok."

A part of me feels let down by his words. I know it would be too soon for him to find any interest in me, but I was starting to think he was taking a liking to me. He was nice and was already attentive, showing me the grace that I've never received from anyone but Heather.

I look away from him and back at the rippling waters, "Well, that's nice of you...I'm sure everyone is grateful to have a friendly face guiding them around."

"Yeah well, I don't give everyone the same attention I'm giving you. So there might be some jealousy rising soon."

His words make my heart skip a beat, my face tilting down as my cheeks warm, my coils falling in my face. Suddenly, I begin to feel drowsy, my eyes getting tired and the muscles in my body feeling loose.

I don't remember much after that, I'm not sure if we stayed by the lake longer or if he helped me back to the room.

All I know is that I felt good.

Like i finally found the thing I've been searching for since I was 7 years old.

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ditzycafe · 2 days ago

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You didn’t mean to break it.

Sevika’s workshop had always been a place you tried to stay out of. She was meticulous about her tools, the machinery, and the projects she worked on. You’d learned the hard way to keep your hands to yourself, especially when it came to anything that looked like it could be important. But today, feeling a little more confident, you decided you’d try to help. You saw the piles of things scattered about, the dust and grime that clung to everything, and you thought, Maybe I can just clean up a little. It’ll make things easier for her.

You weren’t even touching anything fragile, just a few stray bolts and tools on the table. But then you bumped into something heavy. A small but complicated-looking device—gears and wires sticking out of it in ways that meant absolutely nothing to you—teetered on the edge. You barely had time to reach for it before it hit the floor with a clang.

Time seemed to slow as you stared down at the wreckage at your feet, your stomach flipping with dread.

Please don’t let her find out. Please don’t let her see it.

But you weren’t so lucky. The moment Sevika stepped into the room, her eyes immediately locked on the mess you’d made, and you saw her face change. That familiar coldness and anger you usually only saw when she was dealing with something real important—something dangerous—settled over her. You knew you were in trouble before she even said a word.

“What the fuck did you do?” Her voice was low, threatening.

“I—I…” you stumbled, trying to form the words. “I didn’t mean to, Sev, I just… I was trying to help.”

“Help?” she spat, taking a step closer, her boots thudding heavily against the floor. “You really thought cleaning up my stuff was helping? You don’t know what the hell you’re doing.”

“I—” You swallowed, but the words caught in your throat. You felt the tears starting to well up, the hot sting at the corners of your eyes. You could feel the panic rising inside you as she towered over you, anger and disappointment dripping from her every word.

“God, you really are fucking useless,” she hissed, her face contorting in disgust. “You can’t even touch something without breaking it. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to run, to escape, but your legs felt like lead. She was right. You never got anything right, never did anything without fucking it up. It didn’t matter that you tried so hard, that you thought you were doing something nice, it never seemed to be enough.

“Please, Sevika…” Your voice cracked as you looked up at her, heart aching. “I’m sorry. I just thought… I wanted to help.”

She scoffed, her hand running through her hair in frustration. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need you breaking my shit just so you can feel useful.”

That stung more than anything. You tried so hard to be useful for her, to show her that you mattered, but every time you thought you were getting it right, you ended up letting her down.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away, not wanting to seem weak, not wanting her to see you like this.

You wanted to apologize again, to beg her to understand, but the words wouldn’t come. You were too afraid now. Too afraid she was just going to keep ripping into you, telling you how stupid and worthless you were.

And then—just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse—she turned her back to you. The cold, unfeeling silence between you filled the room like a suffocating cloud.

Sevika exhaled sharply, her voice softer, but no less edged. “Just… leave me alone for a while.”

And that was it. You nodded, biting your lip, and slowly backed away. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak, to explain. You just couldn’t handle the look in her eyes.

You heard her walking around behind you, the sound of her movements sending a deep, aching pang through your chest. The door clicked shut softly as you heard her retreat to another part of the building, leaving you standing there, broken.

You’d spent what felt like an eternity in the corner of the room, your head between your hands, quietly sobbing. The tears came faster than you could stop them, the overwhelming sting of rejection and shame burning through you. You couldn’t understand why it always felt like you were the problem. Why every time you tried, you ended up failing. You wanted to be better for her, to show her you weren’t just some burden she had to carry, but every time you messed up, it was like another piece of you broke off.

Eventually, you heard her footsteps again. This time, they were slower, softer.

The door creaked open. You didn’t look up, not at first. You couldn’t. You couldn’t face her after what had happened. But then, her voice—gruff and apologetic—broke through the haze in your head.

“I… I’m sorry.”

You finally lifted your gaze, the sound of her words a shock to your system. Sevika stood there, her face a mixture of guilt and something else you couldn’t quite place. She wasn’t angry anymore. Her hands were in her pockets, shoulders slumped in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“I shouldn’t have said those things,” she continued, her voice quiet. “I was mad. But that’s no excuse for treating you like that.”

You sniffled, rubbing your eyes, still not quite trusting your voice. “But you were right… I always mess everything up.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head slowly. “You didn’t mess anything up. I… I let my frustration get the best of me. You’re not dumb, you’re not useless. I know that. I just… I’m sorry I said that. I should’ve never called you that.”

For a moment, you just stared at her, unsure of what to say. Your chest felt tight, still aching from the sting of her words. But there was a softness in her eyes now, an unspoken apology hanging between you.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit,” she whispered. “You mean everything to me. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll never do that again, I swear.”

The sincerity in her voice broke through your walls, and you felt the dam inside you break as you choked on a sob. You took a shaky step toward her, and, before you could stop yourself, your arms were around her, holding onto her as if you might shatter if you let go.

Sevika hesitated, then wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. “I love you,” she murmured, pressing her face into your hair. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You nodded against her chest, the weight of everything you’d been holding in finally releasing as she held you tighter. You could feel the warmth of her body against yours, and, despite everything, it was the comfort you needed.

“I love you too, Sevika,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “And I’ll try harder… I’ll be better for you.”

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes softening with the faintest hint of a smile. “You’re already perfect just the way you are, babe.” She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, her voice gentle now. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

You let out a shaky breath, clinging to her. For the first time in hours, you felt like everything might just be okay.

#lesbian #sapphic #imagine #writers on tumblr #arcane #arcane fandom #arcane fanfic #pink #caitlyn kiramman #sevika

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lillaydee · 2 days ago

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Shhh!!! Part 4

Celebrity!Joel Miller / F Reader

A reluctant celebrity contractor who has closed his heart for love meets a celebrity-hating Cafe on Wheels owner...

She HATES him. Thing is, he couldn't get enough of the coffee she makes...

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WARNINGS: Grumpy Joel (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Celebrity Joel Miller, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, I'm Bad At Tagging, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Jealousy.

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Part 3

***I'm not a Barista, and I do not live in the US, much less LA. So please excuse any mistakes i might make regarding coffee and its prices yeah?***

“Okay. Work… please work…” Joel mumbled to himself, rubbing his hands together, the lack of caffeine for the past two days not exactly helping. He was standing in his kitchen, facing the 20 odd years old coffee machine he had just spent two whole days fixing. The repair this time around took a bit longer than the previous attempts, his fingers were a bit shaky. Not because of caffeine withdrawal or anything. Those damned parts were too fucking small and fiddly. His fingers were too big. They’d obviously gotten way bigger than they were the last time he fixed the machine. Fingers do that after six months, right?

To top it all off he didn’t exactly sleep well these past three nights. Tossed and turned for no reason whatsoever. His mind kept replaying the fact that you somehow managed to be so sweet to that annoying girl and then turned around and raged at him like that. He went there to apologize, to tell you he was sorry, and instead, he was met with hostility. Okay, he did bark at you, yet again, but he was pushed into it. That damned annoying girl, the grumpy guy, damn Tommy. He did nothing wrong. And what did he get for trying to be nice? You charged him 40 bucks for coffee, your sweet, smiley face darkened for his displeasure.

That, and the fact that he was in deep shit with Ellie, and somehow, Sarah too.

He went to pick her up the evening of the robbery, relieved to have the paperwork for the season over and done with, looking forward to relax and spend more time with Ellie, only to find her already waiting for him in the parking lot, face like thunder. Turned out grumpy guy from that morning was the TA in her class, and he had gleefully told the class that Lily had given pompous, self-important, ‘I’m a celebrity I get to cut the line’ Joel Miller exactly what he deserved after he barked at her for trying to give him a free cup of coffee, and then had the gall to be all appalled when she overcharged his millionaire, entitled ass.

Joel couldn’t get a word in edgewise to defend himself, Ellie was furious that he had, yet again, embarrassed her by being rude to ‘sweet, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly Lily’ who was kind enough to hire her. He’d had it then. He wasn’t an idiot. He googled the price of a shot of espresso that morning, unable to believe they would cost that much. They were less than two dollars a shot, and that was at really fancy, high-end cafés, even in an expensive city like LA. There were places that sell them for less than a dollar a shot. You had not only offensively overcharged him for each shot, but you also made it very clear that you hated him, and for that, he had to pay you an extra ten bucks for your troubles.

He was angry at you, really angry. You charged him that much money simply because he was a celebrity. That’s discrimination, plain and simple. He couldn’t see you doing that to some rude, homeless dude. You took advantage of the fact that he had money.

But try as he might, he couldn’t deny the fact that he had contributed to this hatred of yours. He was rude to you. Twice. So, he rationalized your anger and robbery as a spur of the moment retaliation, and he was ready to let it go. But when Ellie came in hulking about his treatment of you, that anger came back. He might be an asshole, but he didn’t mean to be, not that morning, he really didn’t.

The rage he had managed to supress came bubbling back up and he told her she couldn’t work with you anymore. No daughter of his would ever work for a robber, he said.

“Joel! You can’t do that! She needs my help!”

“Oh, that’s rich. She needs help to rob people? She only makes coffee for a living, for crying out loud, how hard could it be? I can do that with my eyes closed. She did just fine before you started working for her, she’ll be fine doing all her robbing solo now. You are NOT to talk to her again, you understand me?”

Ellie stopped walking, turned around, got something out of her pocket and placed it in Joel’s hands. “She said she would apologize to you in person, but in case she didn’t see you…” and then she turned around and went into her room.

Ellie slammed the door to her room so hard Joel swore the water in the pool rippled. He looked in his hand. 40 dollars. He never told Ellie how much you charged him for the coffee. So this money really was from you.

He could hear Ellie call Sarah on speaker phone, neither bothering to keep their voices down as she complained about him controlling her, how it wasn’t fair, Sarah in disbelief he would do that to you, of all people. The gasp Sarah let out when Ellie told her his remarks about you ‘only making coffee for a living’ was enough to make him wince, pressing his ear to the door to listen to her response.

Sarah told Ellie to take her off the speakerphone and go outside to her balcony to speak.

His calls to Sarah went unanswered.

Damn it.

The next day, in an effort to coax her, Joel asked a quiet Ellie if she could take the day off from work. He could pick her up at noon, maybe they could go have lunch together? Just the two of them? Maybe a movie after? No, she said, she’s working. He’d have to drag her out of your truck to get her to leave. Good luck doing that without someone getting it on camera. He didn’t have to pick her up either. She’ll Uber, she said, before slamming the door behind her.

Joel sat in the truck for quite a while, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, contemplating whether he should go and see you, wait for the coast to be clear, and really apologize. Maybe he could get that cup of coffee while he was there. He’ll even pay the 40 bucks again, to show you he was serious about apologizing.

But the longer he sat there contemplating, the less courage he had to go to you. He had met you three times, he froze the second time – seeing as your ready smile disappeared as soon as you saw him - not that he could blame you. He should have let you cool off before going over then, perhaps you wouldn’t have been so mad at him still if he had waited a few days before trying to apologize? And he managed to bark at you during the other two meetings. What if he did that again? And maybe his nerves would settle by then, he would make sure he was not annoyed at anyone or burdened by the worry that his daughter had gone missing before he went to see you next.

But he really wanted coffee. Not necessarily the ones you make, of course, but he was not looking forward to find parking during rush hour. He’ll just have to fix that machine. He could do without coffee for a day.

He disassembled the old machine and laid out the parts one by one, cleaning everything, taking notes on what needed replacing, making a list of what to get. He got everything he needed to get and picked up a still angry Ellie, who spent the rest of the day in her room, not speaking to him.

The next day was spent reassembling everything. New wiring, new everything. It took him so long he was nodding off by the time he placed the finished product on his kitchen counter, going straight to bed, hoping that he would at least get some sleep after two sleepless nights.

He didn’t. And now he really needed that coffee.

“Please work… please… I need this. Please…” he said over and over as he filled the filter with coffee, closed the lid, poured in the water and placed the pot on the warmer plate. Ellie came out of her room and poured herself some milk and some cereals to eat dry. She watched as her adopted father rubbed his hands together over and over before finally flicking the switch on, and the coffee maker came to life – well, at least the red light at the bottom of the thing lit.

Joel flicked the switch at the bottom of the machine.

The kitchen was silent for a few seconds. Joel couldn’t breathe. Ellie stopped chewing in anticipation.

The hiss came, and the next thing they knew, coffee began dripping into the pot, and the aroma of coffee began emanating through the kitchen.

Joel whooped. Ellie rolled her eyes and texted Sarah – ‘He got it to work again’.

They were still not speaking, but both were now staring at the coffee pot as coffee trickled steadily into it, Joel with a satisfied grin on his face, relieved that he could now get coffee without having to pay a small fortune to some fancy café, or a disgruntled small business owner such as yourself. Ellie was just amazed that machine refused to die, to be honest. She respected the determination that old machine had. Damn. That’s good quality machinery.

Joel turned around, struck by the silence in the kitchen, usually filled with the crunching of dry cereal. Ellie didn’t even look away, her lips turned down while her head nodded slightly, clearly impressed at this feat. He turned towards her, wanting to clear the air off the discomfort this silent fight over the situation between him and her boss once and for all.

* Hiss… crackle… hiss… POP! *

The house went dark, save for the morning light coming from outside through the curtains. The machine was smoking. Joel rushed to pull the socket out of the outlet.

‘Nvmnd, it imploded’ Ellie’s fingers quickly texted, stuffing the last of the cereals into her mouth and downing her glass of milk before placing the dishes in the sink.

Joel sighed. “Why wouldn’t you work???” he grunted at the machine.

“I dunno. Maybe cause it’s ancient?” Ellie snarked, going to her room to get her bag.

Joel poured whatever was in that coffee pot into a mug, desperate for coffee. Two days without coffee. He was dying. He took a sip, and immediately spat it back out into the sink, wiping his mouth of any remnants and gargling the taste away.

Sarah and Tommy were right. Heck, even Ellie, who had never drunk a drop of coffee in her life was right. That machine produced shit coffee. That was too bitter. Burnt. He hadn’t noticed before. He was too used to it, having consumed coffee it brewed for over 20 years.

Well, shit.

He stared at that still smoking machine, his head down. He cleaned the area quickly, wiping that machine down. He went to the utility room and reset the breaker, coming back out to a waiting Ellie. She didn’t say anything, but she could see how down he was that the machine broke, yet again. He grabbed his wallet and keys, put his shoes on and went into the garage. As Ellie closed the door to leave, she couldn’t help but notice he didn’t move the machine to the garage as he usually did when it broke, leaving it at its usual spot.

Joel didn’t speak throughout the journey to the rec centre. Ellie found herself worrying, despite her determination not to forgive him so easily.

‘He’s too quiet. I’m worried. I think the machine breaking again broke him,’ she texted Sarah.

‘Call me when ur alone’ Sarah had texted back.

Ellie grabbed Joel’s hand as she opened the door when they’d arrived, giving it a squeeze, earning her a small smile from the man before leaving. He watched as Ellie walked to the truck, no class today. She just wanted to work, determined to get that car. Joel contemplated going with her for a cup. He still hadn’t had his coffee. And going three whole days without one was definitely going to push him over the edge. But even he could tell that today was not a good day to go see you.

It’s stupid, he knew that. The machine was over 20 years old. It first gave out maybe ten years ago, but every time it did, he managed to fix it. Tommy, Angela, both had gifted him coffee machines for Christmas and birthdays, but he had always given them away, preferring to use the one he already had.

When he moved to this house all those years ago, the machine was the first thing he brought in. Every time it broke and got fixed, the time it took between working and breaking again got shorter and shorter, and today, it broke in less time than it took to make a full pot. A record by any means.

Laura hadn’t been a coffee drinker. And Joel couldn’t function without a cup every morning. Earlier in their marriage he had basically gotten by on instant coffee, and was fine with it, until Laura presented him with that machine he had kept to this day. He still bought that brand she had bought with the machine, ground coffee rather than instant ones.

She was his first love. Before her, girls were flings and one night stands, nothing more. He was 19 and still enjoying his life as a young man. She wasn’t interested in him at first but relented and agreed to go out on a date with him one day. She got pregnant when he was 20, and they got married immediately. He got a job, she stayed at home with Sarah when she was born. They didn’t have much, but they made do. He was happy.

And then, just a week after his birthday, his boss came, tires screeching to his worksite – she had been in an accident. She didn’t make it.

His world crumbled that day. And that coffee machine was the one birthday gift he had ever received from her. So he kept it, a reminder of his one and only love life, a life he didn’t want to relive. It hurt too much. But now, even he was sure that machine was dead. For good. And he was scared. Worried, that that reminder of that life he had was now gone. It made his heart beat uncomfortably, made his breathing feel off.

Maybe he just needed coffee. That ought to get his bearings right. But going to see you for a cup in this state of mind wasn’t a good idea. So he decided to brave the morning traffic and get a cup of coffee from one of those fancy chains, just to ease his craving.

He drove over, parked, and stood in the ridiculously long line, a hat on his head, keeping his eyeline on the floor, praying that he wouldn’t be recognized. He finally got to the counter, the barista asking him at least three times if he was sure he wanted six shots of espresso. He nodded and gave the boy his card and waited for his order. When it was ready, he picked it up and went inside his truck to take his drink in peace.

It was good. Certainly much better than that travesty he had somehow thought was great coffee for more than 20 years. Certainly eased his caffeine fix.

But something was missing.

He kept waiting for that feeling he had when he first took a sip of the coffees he had gotten from you. That calm, comforting feeling that made him feel all warm and fuzzy and cared for, but it never came.

Well, he thought, that was to be expected, really. The machine he held on to for over 20 years just died, maybe for good, so perhaps he wasn’t feeling too soft today.

A package arrived for Ellie that day. He didn’t open it, but when he told her about it that evening, she said it was something she ordered a few days ago. She needed it for work, and oh, by the way, she was working the next day.

“Tomorrow’s Sunday,” he protested. He was already annoyed she chose to go to work on a Saturday, but being alone at home had actually helped him calm down about the coffee machine. He had hoped they would be able to spend time together. Maybe go shopping for a new coffee machine.

“There’s a charity thing going on tomorrow, for homeless kids. Lily is open most Sundays anyway, so she’s participating. There’ll be a crowd. I want to help her. Please? That truck is her only source of income, she needs the money,” she pleaded.

Joel sighed. Fine. But next weekend, we spend some time together, okay? Deal, Ellie said.

“Ellie, it’s almost seven. I thought you said you needed to be there 730?” Joel knocked on her door.

No answer.

“Ellie?”

No answer.

“I’m coming in,” Joel opened the door and walked in, Ellie bundled up in bed, sweaty and feverish. Joel immediately sat next to her, hand feeling her forehead. Shit, she was burning up.

“I don’t feel too good,” she croaked.

“Well, okay, you stay home and rest. Where’s your phone? We can text Lily and tell her you’re not coming.”

“No Joel, she needs the help. Her coffee grinder is broken. I need to help her grind the coffee. I even ordered one to help her. She wouldn’t have time to grind and make the drinks at the same time. I need to help her.”

“Well, you’re in no shape to help anyone right now. No, you’re staying in bed.”

“Can you help her, Joel? Please? She needs the help! Just grind some beans for her and put it in the container so she could just scoop some up to make the coffee with. Please? You don’t even have to stay long. Just fill the container. And then you could come home. Please? I’ll owe you one. Please Joel?”

If there was one thing about Joel Miller, he was a secret softie at heart. There was no way he could withstand pleas from his girls. All they had to do was say please, and he would cave. So, from the very first plea, he knew he would be spend the day grinding coffee beans. For Ellie, of course. Anything for Ellie.

“Fine, but you stay home and rest, okay? I’ll get you some Tylenol.”

“It’s okay, I’ve already taken some. Go. She’ll be waiting,” she said, pushing him off the bed a little.

She waited until Joel left to get rid of the hot water bottle she had hidden under the blanket.

You were getting the truck ready for the day. There was an event today, just a friendly soccer match between some local teams. As per every Sunday you opened, you were just doing a half day today. There was laundry to be done, some greasy Chinese you planned to order and a nice book you just got with your name on it. You had just emptied one container of coffee beans you had freshly roasted this very morning into the grinder and were getting another out when hurried footsteps approached.

Weird, you thought. It’s 735. Who was here this early? You don’t open until 8 on Sundays. The match wouldn’t start until 9.

Oh God it’s him. Oh, wait, this is good. You can apologize to him now. You had felt bad for doing what you did on Wednesday, but he hadn’t shown since. This was your chance.

Wait. Was he carrying… a coffee mill? A classic one at that. The ceramic kind. With the manual handle on top and the wooden drawer at the bottom. The one your Dad had on display at his cafés. He was half running, climbing straight into your truck, apologizing for being late, asking you where he should set up.

You just stood there, your brain trying to catch up with what the heck was going on. He placed the mill on the counter nearer to the door, asking you if that was okay? Would he be in your way? You shook your head absent-mindedly, still trying to figure out what was going on.

He reached for an apron behind you, immediately putting it on and tying the strings behind him, taking the container of coffee beans from you, pointing to the other empty container you just emptied, asking you if that’s where the ground coffee should go? You didn’t even have time to answer, he immediately scooped some beans out and placed it in the bowl, immediately grinding the beans as fast as he could, telling you that Ellie was sick, so he was here to help instead. He hoped that was okay? He won’t be in your way, he promised.

He was grinding the fourth batch of beans when your brain finally caught up, and you put your hand on his, stopping his actions. He looked at you.

“What is going on? Why are you here? I hope Ellie is not too sick, but I wasn’t expecting her today.”

He looked confused. It was only then that he looked around, realizing that there were not many people around.

“She… told me to come in her stead… she said there was a charity event today? That you’d be extremely busy. And that your grinder was broken, and you needed her help to mill some beans?”

You looked at him as if he was speaking gibberish.

“There’s a friendly soccer match at 9, but… other than that… and also…” you took a step back and turned the knob on the grinder. Within seconds, the doser was filling up with freshly ground coffee.

You looked at him, who was now sweating slightly from his milling efforts, looking confused as hell. He suddenly took a deep breath, closed his eyes and held up one finger at you, taking his phone out and dialling, his face as stern as only a father’s could be.

“Ellie! Pick up! What the heck is going on? You just wait, young lady! You wait ‘til I get home. You and I need to have some serious talks!” He hung up, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Look, Joel, I’m sorry you had to come all the way here. I swear I know nothing about this. I’m sorry you spent all that effort milling. Shit, are you okay?”

He looked at the ground coffee he had already placed in the container. “Can you use this? Did I damage your beans?”

You laughed a little, “No, it’s just unnecessary labour, that’s all. I’m sure you would rather sleep in, today being Sunday and all.”

He leaned on the cupboard behind him, his size making your truck look like a toy. He rubbed his face, shaking his head, trying to understand why Ellie had lied to him like this. And now she was not picking up his calls. He wondered if she was even sick. Wait… she bought a coffee mill just to send him here to use it? Did she concoct this whole thing? For what? His head was spinning so much he had to bend down a little to catch his breath. You slid a stool over to him, placing your hand on his shoulder, asking him to sit down.

“You okay?”

He nodded, sitting down, rubbing his face again. “Thanks for asking,” he mumbled. He took another deep breath.

“Lily, right?”

You nodded.

“Could I please trouble you for a cup of coffee? My machine is broken. Again.”

You smiled, of course, you said. You turned around and began making his coffee, using the ground he had just milled. He should be able to enjoy the fruits of his unnecessary labour, you joked, earning you a smile from him. When you finally handed him his cup, he got his wallet out of his pocket, and you waved him off. It’s on the house, Joel. Don’t worry about it.

“No, please, I insist,” he said, taking his card out. “Can’t have you losing 40 dollars every time I get coffee here.”

You laughed, embarrassed by his teasing. “I’m sorry about that. I just… I guess I had enough of people treating me like shit just because they are someone, or merely for the fact that I serve them coffee, you know? Just because I am not famous and I make coffee for a living doesn’t mean I’m below them, you know?”

He nodded, hand still holding his card out to you.

“Really, Joel, it’s okay. It’s on the house.”

Joel felt bad. “Please, I can’t do that to you. This is how you make a living. Please let me pay.”

You smiled, “Joel, I won’t go bankrupt just because I gave you a cup of coffee. Don’t worry. Keep it. I insist.”

He finally relented, stashing the card back into his wallet, and finally taking a sip.

There it was.

His eyes closed, that warm and fuzzy feeling was back, spreading into his bones. He suddenly felt calm, safe, protected, cared for. His breathing eased, his body relaxed, an unwitting smile gracing his features. When he finally opened his eyes, your smiling face greeted him, and his eases heightened. His mood just… lifted. For the first time in a long time, he actually felt happy, and it had nothing to do with Sarah or Ellie.

“Hey Lil?” Tony from the next truck’s voice chirped. “You open? The baby was up all night and I need coffee the size of my head.”

“Yeah, sure. Is he okay?”

“He seems okay, just fussy. Babies, you know. Er… Lil, customers starting to line up, that okay?”

“Give me a minute, okay? Still setting up,” you told them, an apologetic smile on your face. They nodded, asking you to take your time. People have started arriving for the tournament, and you haven’t quite finished setting up.

“Can I help? I’m here and all…” Joel got up, taking another sip of his coffee before placing the cup on the counter, rolling his sleeves.

“You don’t have to, I’m okay, really.”

“Let me help. I stalled you, let me do the easy things. Please. It’s the least I can do. Free labour for the lady I was rude to, please? Take it as a first step to the many, many apologies I plan to seek from you.”

You contemplated for a while, before asking him to take the orders. You gave him a quick tutorial of the till, and he tried totalling six shots of espresso, keying the price into the reader and tapped his card on it, grinning at your annoyed expression that he managed to pay you despite your protest. It’s confirmed. Six shots of espresso did not cost 40 dollars, he told you, raising an eyebrow cheekily.

You rolled your eyes and told him to ask you if he runs into any problems.

“Yes Ma’am,” he said, tipping his hat at you.

You handed Tony his drink and flipped the closed sign to open. Joel stood at the till, smiling at the first customer in line, who immediately recognized him.

“Oh my God! You’re Joel Miller aren’t you?”

“Sorry, you must have me confused with someone else. I’m just Joel today, may I please take your order?”

Part 5

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you #Celebrity!Joel Miller

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koqabear · 10 hours ago

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been thinking about older step brother yeonjun who knows you're head over heels for him, who hears you moan his name through the thin walls when you masturbate at night, finally convinces you to have sex with him when you're watching a movie alone, and he knows it's wrong, and you know it's wrong, but it's too good to stop, even when you hear your parents getting home, so now you just have to keep quiet

tw: stepcest. dubcon, smut, mdni.

omfg i’ve been keeping this a secret for months but you literally managed to hit one of my wips right on the nose. who sent you here!!!! get out of my head !!!!

but oh dear... older stepbrother!yeonjun who is so quick to pick up on your attraction to him. thinks it's so cute that you try your hardest to hide it, play along with this whole "new family" thing every dinner-- listening intently as he talks about how life is while he's away at college, attending some big shot university while you chose to stay back home; it's what makes these moments with you all the better, knowing that despite barely being here, he still has you wrapped around his finger.

your parents having a romantic night out while the two of you stay at home, only to have yeonjun ask to watch a movie with you-- "I haven't hung out with you in so long," he'd say, "can't I just hang with my baby sis for a bit?"

smiles at the way you prickle at the term sis, knowing that you think of him as anything but family— he’s heard it, if those thin walls of yours are any proof— but you let him in your room anyway, letting him get comfortable in your bed as you settle down and leave space between the two of you; yeonjun makes sure that doesn't last.

it's so, so hard to resist; he's got you good, knows that you couldn't care less about the movie when he's hovering over you like this, whispering into your ear that "it's alright, no one has to know— just this once, hmm? please?" letting his hand wander between your thighs, feeling the way they open on instinct— warm cunt already dripping for him beneath that skirt you’re wearing, the one that you swore you wore because it was “comfortable”. no other reason.

he watches your eyes light up with shame, skin heated and flustered as you pretend to ignore his fingers that pump into you so nicely, his lips that press soft kisses on the column of your neck, whispering soft praises into your ear— but you can’t fool him, because your need is plastered all over your face; it shows in your hips that buck and grind against his palm, needy clit pressing against his hand and drawing soft whimpers from your lips— and he knows that you couldn’t care less about the movie. it’s not like you could even hear it over the wet, filthy squelches of his fingers slamming into your cunt.

you said you wouldn’t— you couldn’t, it was going too far— and yet you still find yourself pressed into the mattress, breathing helplessly against yeonjun’s pouty lips that make out with yours, sly tongue and teeth playing your mouth in ways you could never comprehend, head foggy and dazed as you take everything he gives you; hips rolling into you as his cock hits you so nice and deep, angling his hips to hit that spot that has you trembling and jolting against him, soft whimpers swallowed into his mouth, eating you up until he’s pulling away to mumble against your lips.

“so pretty— so cute, been wantin’ to have you like this for forever,” groaning at the way you wrap your leg around him, hands on his back pushing him forward so his body’s pressed against yours, “no one’s gonna know, okay? just between us— just for us to know…”

the dread and fear that paralyzes you when you hear the front door open downstairs isn’t matched by yeonjun— while you stiffen and press your hands against his chest, trying to push him away with frantic gasps and tears in your eyes— “oh my god, oh my god, get out!”— yeonjun merely shushes you and pulls you closer; his nails dig into your thigh and he wraps it tighter against him.

“it’s okay.”

“they’re gonna hear us—”

“no they’re not, it’s okay—”

“they’re gonna find out— please, go, i can’t, we can’t be seen like this—”

yeonjun puts his weight fully against you, pressing you into the mattress and flushing the air out your lungs— he places a hand on your mouth, dark eyes glaring sternly.

“be quiet, and they won’t find out.”

you stare at him with those wide, glistening eyes of yours, heart about to pound out of your chest— he gives you a fond smile.

“okay?”

a moment passes, and you gulp— you can feel his cock twitching desperately inside you, the commotion of your parents settling down in the living room downstairs—

and you nod.

#yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun fanfiction #yeonjun fanfic #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #txt fanfic #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #tw stepcest #tw: stepcest

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lalavenderangel · 2 days ago

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Meet The Chavez Family - Stepbro!Nicholas x Fem!Reader

a/n: okay, okay, i’m throwing my hat in the ring lmao here’s my attempt at stepbro!Nicholas, enjoy 🤍

summary: After your dad had left it was just you and your mom and you perfectly content with that for years. But then your mom started seeing someone she met on a business trip. Soon they get married and you not only get a step dad but a step brother as well. He was annoying, obnoxious, and seriously so fucking hot. It was wrong, so wrong but you couldn’t resist him.

warnings: 18+!! eventual smut, kind of asshole Nicholas if you squint, bratty reader again if you squint, Nicholas taunting reader sexually, somewhat innocent reader, oral m!reciving (not by reader), some praise, female masturbation and i think that’s all, if i missed anything please let me know! (also it’s technically not stated just implied but reader is 20 years old.)

word count: 4.1k

You never thought the day would come that your mother met someone. Not that you didn’t want your mom to be happy of course you did but you liked that it was just you and her but of course on a business trip she met someone and within a couple months she was making plans for you to meet him. He was a nice guy, you had to admit that and you could tell he really liked your mother. It took some time but you eventually got used to him being around. But then it happened, after a year of them being together he proposed to your mom. She said yes and now your life was about to change.

“What? But mom I just started college here!” You huff as you cross your arms when your mom comes to inform you that you both would be moving to California with her fiance.

“Oh sweetie, people transfer all the time plus you’ve only been there, what, a month? It will be fine.” She says.

“Why can’t he move here?” You ask her.

“He doesn’t want to leave his son in California by himself.” She says.

“I thought his son was twenty-three years old, almost twenty-four actually. He’s an adult so why can’t he be there by himself?” You asked, shaking your head a little. This was truly unbelievable. She was just expecting you to up and move your life for some man she fell in love with? Please.

“Well yes but the thing is, he has a tendency to get himself in trouble and he actually almost got kicked out of the university so he needs to keep an eye on him.” She says sitting next to you, gently running her fingers through your hair. “Look sweetie, I know it’s not ideal at all, you grew up here but this is for the best okay?”

“Whatever.” You say and she just sighs and gets up. Was this really for the best? Who cares if his stupid son got in trouble, that’s his own fault. He’s a grown adult, sort of. You hadn’t even met him and he was already ruining your life, and he was going to be your step brother? Oh how you wished the universe would swallow you up now.

You finish packing up your room, looking around it one more time with a frown. You grew up in this room and now you had to say goodbye, it was a nightmare. Sighing you go around your room making sure you didn’t miss a single thing before you grab the last box and carry it out to the moving truck. You set the box down before climbing up and maneuvering it around to go against the others before jumping back down.

“All set?” Your mom asked as she walked out of the house, closing the door behind her. “I went around a few times to make sure we got everything so if you’re ready we can go.”

“Yup, I have everything.” You say with your arms crossed.

“Trust me, you’ll love California sweetie, promise.” She kisses your temple and you just huff before looking at your old house one more time, your eyes watering before you get into the moving truck with your mom not at all ready for the long trip ahead of you.

Plopping down on your bed with a sigh you look around your new room. Your mom and you had got here about a few days ago and you finally finished unpacking all your stuff well at least for your room. You still had your bathroom stuff but you fully couldn’t be bothered with that at this moment.

A knock on the door frame has you sitting up to see your moms boyfriend or well, fiancé standing there with a big smile on his face. It was hard to dislike this man or even be mad about this move when he’s been so nice and super welcoming. He even let you paint your new room baby pink just like your old room so you would feel a little more at home. It somewhat worked.

“All settled in kiddo?” He asked. You smile and nod your head.

“I am, thanks.” You say.

“Good, how are you liking the room?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.

“It’s bigger than my old room so that’s a plus.” You say. “I’ll get used to it.”

“Take your time, I understand how you’re feeling. I had to move a lot when I was younger. But I really am happy to have you and your mom here and I can’t wait for you both to meet Nicholas.” He smiles.

“Can’t wait either.” You slightly lied, of course you wanted to meet your soon to be step brother but after your mom mentioned him getting in trouble and almost being kicked out of school you also were not looking forward to it.

“He’ll be home this weekend so you’ll get to meet him then, I’m sure you two will get along really well.” With that he walks away and you slightly shake your head. There was no way you and him would get along. You didn’t get in trouble, you didn’t do much of anything at all. Some would say you’re a nerd, some would say you’re boring and some would say you’re a prude. You weren’t, surprisingly, you had your first boyfriend at seventeen and he was the reason you were able to go to college, not a virgin. Granted you did follow the crowd a little but you were young, and you don’t regret it, not fully at least. And it was that one time but you wouldn’t call yourself a prude. You get up and walk over to your door, closing it, once again plopping down on your bed. This weekend should be eventful.

A knock on the bathroom door startles you while you shower, peaking your head out a little as you wait for someone to speak.

“Sweetie, are you almost done? Nicholas is here.” Your mom says on the other side and you sigh in relief.

“Yes mom, I’ll be down in like twenty minutes.” You say. She says okay then leaves. You huff as you finish your shower and turn it off, wrapping the towel around yourself, wiping away the fog on the mirror, looking at yourself for a moment before reaching for your favorite lotion and moisturizing your skin to keep it nice and soft. You set it down and walk over to the door and open it, bumping into something hard or well someone hard.

“Whoa, sorry about that. You okay?” A deep voice fills your ears and you look up to see who you assume is Nicholas standing in front of you. Holy fuck he was hot!

“Uh, y-yeah I’m good.” You stutter a little. Oh no, oh no, oh no!

“Good, uh your mom asked me to come and check on you.” He says, looking you up and down, a slight smirk forming on his face. Did he just check you out? No, no way, he just looked at you for a moment. You cleared your throat.

“Oh, uh I told her I would be down soon, I just need to get dressed.” You say looking at him. He had a fucking killer jawline, geez.

“I’ll let her know,” He looks you up and down again. “I’m Nicholas by the way, it’s nice to finally meet you, sis.” And with that he walks away and down the steps. ‘Sis’ of course, because hello he was going to become your step brother once your parents got married and here you were thinking he was hot. You needed to get a grip. You quickly go to your room and get dressed, drying your hair a little before finally making your way downstairs.

“There she is! Hey kiddo, Nicholas said you guys finally introduced yourselves.” Nicholas’ dad says.

“Yeah, we did.” You say softly.

“Good! Well come on, I just finished barbequing, let’s eat!” You all head out to the back porch and sit down, your mom and Nichola’s dad on one side and you and Nicholas across from them. You all start plating your food, in silence before your mom speaks.

“How are classes going Nicholas?” She asked.

“Oh they’re going well! But I’ll admit I’m already ready for the semester to be over, miss being home.” He says and your mom laughs a little.

“I don’t doubt it.” She says. Nicholas then turns to you with a smirk on his face again.

“Your mom tells me you’ll be starting classes next week.” Nicholas says and your brows furrow a little as you look at your mom.

“It wasn’t easy but I managed to get you enrolled for this semester so you wouldn’t have to miss any more classes. Your mom had told me before how much you care about your studies so I wanted to make sure you weren’t behind.” Your eyes widen a little and a smile forms on your face as you get up and go over to Nicholas’ dad and hug him tightly.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” You squeal a little and he laughs.

“It’s no problem, really, and I’m sure Nicholas would have no problem showing you around campus, right son?” He turns to Nicholas as you sit down.

“No of course not, I would gladly show my new sister around.” He says and looks at you. Maybe this move wasn’t that bad and maybe you had judged Nicholas too harshly before meeting him, he was sweet.

Wrong, wrong, wrong you were so fucking wrong. He wasn’t sweet. He was annoying, rude, and cocky. You had taken his advice and stuck by his side when at the university and it went well for the most part. Then of course you made friends and didn’t need him anymore, I mean you saw him and sometimes he would have you come hang in his dorm but you mainly stuck with your new friends. But then came the wedding and the second he officially became your step brother he became your nightmare. He was always pushing your buttons and getting under your skin, and you noticed he would sometimes subtly flirt with you. It was wrong, you knew it was wrong but you never catch yourself stopping him, and sometimes you couldn’t help but flirt back. But that never changed a thing in your mind, he was still an asshole.

“Nicholas! You have been in there for almost an hour now, what could you possibly be doing?” You shout as you pound on the bathroom door. You had been waiting for him to finish so you could go to the bathroom but of course he had gotten in there before you and he was taking his sweet ass time. “Nick!”

“Would you fucking chill, its all yours little sis.” He says when he opens the door, standing there in just his towel. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his muscular body, water still dripping down it. Fuck, you quickly looked up and he had a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

“Get a grip.” You snap.

“You’re the one staring.” He remains smirking as he walks past you, nudging your chin with his knuckle a little as he walks to his room, closing his door. You let out an annoyed groan as you step into the shower, slamming the door closed.

Once you were done you made your way downstairs expecting to see your parents downstairs but you only saw Nicholas, sitting at the bar, eating a bowl of cereal. “Mom and dad are out for the day so it’s just you and me.”

“Oh joy.” You say sarcastically walking to the pantry to get your cereal. You grab the box, realizing how light it was, opening it up to see it’s empty. You look up at Nicholas and see he was eating your cereal.

“Oops.” He looks at you smugly and you just storm over to the trash and throw the empty box away.

“How hard was that to do? And thanks for eating the last of my cereal.” You huff.

“It’s in the pantry, it’s for everyone, don't be a spoiled brat.” He says.

“I am not a spoiled brat!” You snap.

“You so are, any time you don’t get your way or something you want isn’t available you borderline throw a fit. You always get your way, well for the most part so you act like this, aka a spoiled brat.” He says taking another bite of his cereal as he looks at you.

“That is not even close to true. Just because we have known each other for a few months does not mean you know me so well. I am not a spoiled brat!” You shout.

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. Maybe someone who will put you in your fucking place. Is that why you’re also so uptight? Need to get fucked?” He asked, taking the last bite of his cereal before he drank the milk. He gets up and walks over to the sink to rinse his bowl out.

“Excuse me? Fuck you, you need to, to-” He cuts you off before you could even finish by turning around and pinning you to the counter behind you.

“You have such a mouth on you. Would you like your big brother to put it to better use, hmm?” He says huskily, your body instantly becoming covered in chills.

“W-what?” You ask him.

“You heard me. Need me to shove my cock down that throat to get rid of that mouthy attitude?” He asked. Of all the times he said things to you and hit on you, never once did he say things like that. He was becoming more bold.

“Nicholas…that’s not appropriate.” You say softly, kind of cursing yourself in your head for that being the only thing you could say. He looks at you for a moment before he chuckles, making your brows furrow.

“Relax little sis, I didn’t mean it, don’t get your panties in such a twist hmm?” He says with a smirk and you instantly become flustered.

“You’re a dick.” You say. You just grab a couple granola bars, wanting to get away from him.

“Mmm and you really do need to get laid, princess, maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight.” He says. You roll as you start to walk away. “My offer still stands by the way.” You freeze in your spot. “Could fix that filthy mouth by shoving my cock down your throat.”

“You’re disgusting.” You snap.

“I know you would like it. I see the way you look at me. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, we are only siblings by marriage you know.” You turn to look at him and you can tell by the look on his face he was serious. You quickly head up the stairs and into your room, closing the door and locking it before you lean against it. Was this a dream? This had to be right? I mean you really couldn’t deny the attraction you had for him but again, he was your step brother and yes you guys were only siblings by marriage but it was still wrong, right? Yes, yes it was still wrong.

This went on for days, which wasn’t a lot of time but to you it felt like months already. Nicholas and you were constantly fighting and him making sexual comments about you that left you flustered and running to your room to hide from him. Thankfully with your parents around it wasn’t too bad but he still managed. But of course now would be a time that your parents would be going out of town for a week for a business trip and since you were still on vacation you would be home alone with Nicholas, yay.

“Can’t I just come with?” You ask your parents as you sit on their bed as they start packing their things. Your step father laughs a little.

“Wish you could kiddo, it’s only a week. Besides Nick mentioned that he has some things planned for you two, some sibling bonding as he stated.” He says coming over to you and kisses the top of your head. “Look I know Nicholas can be a bit much but I promise you, you’ll have a great time with him okay? But you call me if he does anything, I’ll put him in check, he may be in his twenties but he’s still my son.”

“Thanks dad.” You say softly as you look down. You could only imagine what he had planned.

You say your goodbyes to your parents along with Nicholas before he shuts the front door and turns to look at you. “Alright, here’s how tonight is going to go, I’m having a few people over and you’re going to stay up in your room and stay out of our way, got it?”

“Excuse me? You can’t tell me what to do Nicholas.” You say.

“I’m older, and as of right now, the man of the house.” He says crossing his arms and you can’t help but laugh.

“First of all you’re older by three years, I’m an adult and second of all you are not the man of the house so please get a grip.” You tell him.

“Just stay out of our way okay?” He says.

“Whatever, just keep your party down, I have some assignments I need to work on.” You say.

“You’re doing school work, on vacation?” He asked before he laughed.

“Yes I am and there is nothing wrong with that.” You huff before you storm up to your room and slam the door shut. This week was going to drag on, you just knew it was.

You had just finished your second assignment, smiling as you saved it to send to your professor later. You were thankful that Nicholas had kept it down and he had even brought you dinner earlier. It was a bit odd to see him being nice while your parents weren’t around but you just let it be. You took a quick shower and did your skincare routine before you went to your room throwing on your light pink robe and sitting at your vanity to brush and blow dry your hair. You looked around your room in the mirror, a soft smile on your face. As much as you didn’t want to accept it, this had become your home and this room became your new comfort just like your childhood room. You guess your mom getting remarried wasn’t that big of a deal after all. Once your hair was dry you turned your blow dryer off and set it down, brushing through your hair a few more times before setting the brush down. You grabbed your Chanel perfume and did a couple spritz on yourself when all of a sudden you heard a groan. Your brows furrow a little as you set the bottle down, tuning in as you wait to hear it again.

“Just like that.” Your eyes widen as you hear Nicholas' husky voice on the other side of the wall. “Fuck, such a good girl for me aren’t you?” You knew you should have stopped listening, put some headphones in or shit even letting him know you could hear him but you remained in your spot at your vanity, leaning closer a little. You had never noticed before when you sat here how much you could hear him but in this moment, it was as if he was in the damn room with you, or well almost.

His loud groans filled your ears and as you continued leaning in you could faintly hear some wet sounds. Oh, oh, oh!

“That’s it, a little deeper, fuuuuck, good girl taking my cock down your pretty little throat so well.” You hear the girl gag a little and Nicholas groans again. “Mmm stay still baby.” You finally get up, stepping past your vanity as you press your ear against the wall, hearing rapid thrusting along with a lot of gagging and it that was all it took to know he was fucking her throat.

“Look at you, taking this shit like a champ, keep being a good girl like this and you’ll get my cock in that tight little pussy in no time.” It was then you realized you were getting turned on and even though you couldn’t see you could feel your cheeks becoming hot as you quickly back up, bumping into your vanity and knocking a few things over and well causing the mirror to hit the wall slightly. You freeze for a moment, listening for any sign that he heard anything but all you could hear was him still fucking the mystery girls throat. You quickly but quietly get to your bed and climb onto it grabbing your headphones and turning on some music to drown out the sounds.

After a while you took your headphones off, listening for any sounds but you heard none. You laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, still fully turned on. You couldn’t believe you had got so turned on by hearing your step brother getting his dick sucked. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time, it was too late to take a shower and since the house seemed silent you knew Nicholas had to be asleep. You know what? Fuck it. You pull up your little sleeping nightgown up and over your boobs, gasping softly as the cold air hits your nipples making them hard. You bring your hands and start squeeze your boobs a little before you start to pinch and pull at your nipples, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed. You pinch your nipples a little harder making you let out a little whimper, not thinking you would really like it but wanting to give it a try and you could feel your pussy become more wet.

“Mmm.” You moan a little as your hands start to travel down your body getting closer to your pussy making it clench around nothing in excitement. Slowly as you continue to get lost in the pleasure, teasing yourself a little, images of Nicholas doing this to you flood your mind. You couldn’t help it, you may have not heard a lot but it was still enough for you. You finally slip your hand into your underwear and slip two fingers into yourself easily.

“Nicholas.” You breathe out quietly, trying not to make too much noise. You thrust your fingers in and out softly, the sound of your own wetness filling your ears making your cheeks get hot again as you feel how turned on you got. Your free hand continues playing with your nipples, working yourself up even more. A semi loud moan slips past your lips but in this moment you did not care you just wanted to cum. And Nicholas had said before that he was a heavy sleeper so you weren’t too worried about it.

You curl your fingers up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you making you let out another semi loud moan, fully not realizing how loud it actually was. As you’re still lost in your pleasure, Nicholas is laying back on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he hears a soft moan, lifting his head up before he hears another and a smirk forms on his face. He knew you were listening earlier when he heard your vanity hit the wall and some stuff fell over. He was glad you could hear him, he wanted you to hear him, and from what he was currently hearing it turned you on. He quietly gets out of bed and walks over to the wall, pressing his ear against it where he could faintly hear you getting yourself off. He could hear all your moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy. He knew you were getting closer as your moans got a bit louder and your whimpers got a bit needier.

“That’s it princess, cum for your big brother.” He whispers to himself.

“Nicholas!” You gasp out as you cum and Nicholas’ smirk grew at the sound of his name falling from your lips and he knew right then and there he had you. He makes his way over to his bed when he no longer hears anything, getting comfortable.

“Sweet dreams little sister.” He whispers before closing his eyes.

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starlitnightdream · 23 hours ago

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Love Of The Divine Tree FINISHED THOUGHTS AHHHH

I LOVED THIS DRAMA GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL AMAZING YOU SHOULD TOTALLY WATCH IT. ( if you watched till the end of the moon and are in pain please watch this it will heal you)

Small review: Amazing drama where both ml and fl are very very likable. BOTH ARE AMAZING. This one does not raise your blood pressure heh both are perfect for each others stubbornness to save each other hahah.

About the ending: A great ending . Both come out of the final boss fight alive. no one person waiting in front of a reincarnation tree or whatever ( been there done that in the beginning of the drama instead ) A wedding scene ( fancy hair accessories yay) A proper happy ending they contributing to overpopoulation at this point lol was seeing him do all the work and was like NO? this can't be? the whole drama they were equal -but then they said they drew lots to see who was the shifu and who was the disciple for the day and I was like ah okay fair enough ( best would be alternate lmao but whats the fun in that for them ig)

Now we move on to some longer thoughts ahah. ( btw I still have lots of screenshots to post but wanted to post this first)

Su Yishui: adorable cutie who has done no wrong (if you actually think about it its basically nothing lmao) other than that one time man thought getting the spirit spring would be good for him.he blames himself for mu qingge's death which is pathetic bec its obviously everyone else's fault but his bruh why the guilt for something he didn't do AHHH. anyways best boi. (this drama also shows that tantai jin could have lived happily if he met someone nicer) man went through so much to save mu qingge and xue ranran later best shifu and disciple lmao. ALSO towards the end? they reveal man was so good to people even without mu qingge lmao bro was doing side quests saving everyone woahh. but man really thought mu qingge would blame him after she died to save him?? where did that genius go su yishui?

Mu Qingge/Xue Ranran: Best person su yishui could have ever met she sees him and decides yes this dude shall be saved. can't blame her lmao bro looks amazing and also was literally a sweetheart inside all that hissing cat exterior lmao. The efforts to save him man respect to her. another best shifu and disciple right here too ahah. The fl we all need who literally tells ml nah not believing those harsh words you say to push me away lol. ( because some fls really after the ml cares for her the whole drama one incident and they believe ml is bad???) Love her for defending him every single time and being there for him.

Wei Jiu: this dude was there for the comic effect you cannot convince me otherwise lmao. He and elder Tu could be the main characters of the usual misunderstanding filled drama lmao. Man is not a villain bahaha. man's pretty clueless lol.

Elder Tu: she needs to stop hiding her thoughts lol and with wei jiu especially lol crazy combo there both of them need to just COMMUNICATE BRUH. also she was crazier for giving up after one try wow. her full life she never told him anything and once tried it and decided to give up? not a fan of her hiding it from him because she should have told him he isn't that bad. if she told he def would have done something nice lol.

Su Yu: this guy started off good hmm thought he would just be the dude who liked fl lmao but man had a mini villain arc right there but then went back to do something great in the end lol. but also didn't like him ever since he purposely tried to make Su Yishui think Mu Qingge liked him. that hairpin scene was low ahhhh if he specificvally searched for the hairpin bec he knew what Su Yishui's mom had done.

Mu Ranwu: total evil bish. had no reason to become a villain but still somehow became one lmao. like even su yu fine his brother who he saved poisoned him.. but mu ranwu? her sister SPOILT her. still she got her killed and almost killed her in second life also that bish.

Wang Suizhi: Clown who liked mu ranwu because bruh what is there to like in that shallow evil person. she saved him? thats crazy she tried to kill her sister then but okay I guess... bro was crazy sacrificed his life for her. so not worth it.

these were random character thoughts lol there more but laterrr

still can't get over xue ranran and all the others saying he looked bad with the marks on his face lmaooo its was just some pretty lines bahaha the man looked equally gorgeous lol not much difference with the marks gone ahhh

#cdrama #love of the divine tree #su yishui #xue ranran #mu qingge #wei jiu #su yu #mu ranwu #thoughts #cdrama review #must watch

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xtinyslip · 18 hours ago

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"then, what is it about? you haven't held back on the rest. why start now?" her tone wasn't even argumentative but whilst they were airing things, he may as well get this off his chest. She'd rather this be the disgusting argument it was now, then them constantly having to come back to it because they didn't raise everything they wanted too. "i shouldn't be so willing to agree but i do." there was definitely something wrong with the both of them. "that may have been the logical thing to do but is there anything logical about love? i mean, i'm genuinely asking because i'm still attempting to figure it all out. and you didn't do the same to me? i know it was confusing at the beginning but i've loved you from the moment i saw you. how the fuck isn't that ruining me for anyone else? just you, that would have been nice." could he still even give her that anymore? well, all she knew was that she wasn't going to be one of those sad people who ended up regretting not fighting as hard as they could for the person they love. cecilia wasn't sure she had the answer and that hit the hardest because he was right, no one could ever fault how hard they had tried but the thought of giving up? it hurt as much as holding on was right now and she didn't know what to do. "then, what do you suggest? is the best that you can come with is to give up? to just end this?" maybe that was the right thing to do but she could have crippled over with how much the thought of doing that hurt her. "I THOUGHT --" and she honestly felt like the biggest idiot for even letting herself think it. Llt alone admit it to him, when he was right and had told her what felt like a hundred times. "CONSIDER KRAMER TAKEN CARE OF. I'LL SEE TO IT PERSONALLY." she could have given him so long speech back but nothing was going to make up for the fact that she just hadn't seen this. nothing. "is this all you have to desperately cling too? that you made vows to her? because you made vows to me first. you made vows to me that were actually supposed to mean something. this marriage to donna was as forced as our divorce was. she got a pay cheque out of it, p. please, please explain to me why you think you owe her ANYTHING?" this was one situation she truly didn't understand and honestly, she was never going to want to understand why he was acting like his vows to donna were important than the ones he made to her. "i don't know." that was the truth, and yet her grip on his bare shoulders was so tight, it was very clear that she wasn't contemplating letting go either. "so? i thought we were already there." oh, cecilia wanted to leave her fair share of marks and bruises on him. she wanted to show donna how insignificant she was in the grand scheme of things. the rougher he was, the rougher she encouraged him to be, she didn't want gentle, she didn't want nice right now. "i think you're doing a pretty good job at convincing yourself of that. yes." this was taking to much time, she needed him now. fumbling with the button on his jeans so that she could free them of any barriers between them. "you're going to show me..." @fcdcdmcmories

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT. I..." or maybe it was and maybe he had been fooling himself and right now, he didn't particularly know what he was meant to say. that they didn't work? THEY DIDN'T. that they were fools to even be here? yes, but.. was that going to change anything? probably not and maybe, their story showed that it was not going to. but.. but.. what could he even say? was there any making any of this right? "i think we're both insane. i think we should have taken what happened with kramer and back home and stayed as far away from each other as possible, and yet.. we kept on attempting to make it work. TIME AND TIME AGAIN. I THINK THAT SAYS THAT WE'RE BOTH OUT OF OUR FUCKING MINDS. and you took all that i had left to give and apparently ruined me for anyone else. isn't that enough for you? what else do you want from me? of me?" because he didn't feel as if he had anything left to give. if anything, he felt as if it had all been taken away and right now, all that he saw was her. he couldn't look at anyone else. he had tried.. god, if he had tried, but.. NONE OF IT HAD WORKED. shaking his head and this time.. it was.. sadly. "it wouldn't work. you know that as well as i do. we tried. how long can love hold something together, when everything else seems to be pulling it apart?" wasn't that the case here? because he could admit it. he could admit that he loved her and he could admit that he had tried and he could admit that he had done everything and yet.. here they are. "I WARNED YOU. I WARNED YOU SO MANY TIMES ABOUT HIM. HE'S NOT OUR FRIEND. YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID TO ME. WHAT HE DID TO WILL. THAT FUCKER IN THE MASK THAT YOU SAW DOWN THERE? IT WAS HIM. HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU. HE DOESN'T EVEN REMOTELY CARE. HE WANTED TO OWN YOU. AND THIS SHOWS IT. NO, I DON'T THINK YOU HELPED HIM, I JUST.. I THINK HE'S YOUR BLIND SPOT. ALWAYS HAS BEEN." for a moment, he stopped. for a moment, his hand lifted, almost as if he wanted to reach for her and almost as if he wanted to end it all there and then, but.. it fell down. it did. "i've tried. i've tried to forget you completely. i tried - god help me - to fall for donna so desperately, but.. i can't.. i can't even look at her without thinking it's wrong. WITHOUT THINKING SHE'S NOT YOU. THE ONE GREAT LOVE OF MY LIFE," he could admit that. it was the truth and he had spent long enough denying it. "I JUST.. I MADE VOWS TO HER and.. i can't just break them. and we.. you and i.. you know that we don't work. we're too different." but he didn't want to focus on that. he wanted to focus on her and right now, it was with a desperate grunt that he reached for her. "you still want me here? even.. after everything?" his voice did not seem like his own as he picked her up, placing her against the counter. his hand were everywhere ; in her hair, in her waist, against her own, pulling her closer to him.. closer, closer, closer. fuck. "we're going to hell for this. YOU KNOW?" nibbling against her neck, not bothering to be soft or gentle or anything. perhaps there'd be a mark there in the morning, but.. he laughed darkly, shaking his head. "you think that i don't want that? you?" grunting, as he got rid of her belt. "you really have no idea how much i do.." / @xtinyslip

#cecilia ; convo #cecilia ; parker #tw: mental health #tw: kissing

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