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vickiee-mcmuffin · 4 months ago

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Just a little lie

Word count: 3k

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Stark female reader

Trope: Explicit smut, Daddy kink, Age gap (18+ warning, minors dni)

Summary: You join the mystic arts after your dad, Tony Stark, suggested the idea. You hated the idea until you met your teacher, Doctor Stephen Strange.

A/N: Hope you like this fic…

You were in your early twenties and had never really been one for hobbies. Most of the time, you felt pretty content just laying on your bed, your phone in hand as you scrolled through app after app. But your dad seemed to be obsessed with pestering you about doing something. Anything. To go outside, to maybe help him and the other Avengers, or to just try anything different. Truthfully, you never really paid all that much attention to him.

And it was a day just like any other when he entered your room, sighing when he got sight of you. “You’re not gonna stay in here all day, are you?”

“Hm?” you let out, your eyes stuck on your phone.

“I think you spend far too much time in your room.”

You shrugged. “It’s a nice room.”

“Y/N…” He placed a hand on your phone before pulling it from your grasp. “I have an idea. You might not like the sound of it, but I really think it’ll be good for you.”

Frowning at him, you slowly sat up. “What is it?”

“I want you to try something different.”

“How different?”

“Does the mystic arts interest you at all?”

“The mystic arts?”

“I may know a very good teacher. It took a bit of convincing, but he told me he’s willing to teach you if you want to try it out. Don’t you think it’ll be fun? You’ll learn a lot?”

Slowly, you laid back down on your bed. “I don’t know. What kind of whack job teaches mystic arts?”

Your father let out a little chuckle. “He’s a very reliable whack job. What do you say?”

You snatched your phone out of his hands and gave him a little shrug. “I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it, I guess.”

You could hear your father sighing at that, but your eyes were quickly back on your phone, your focus on the video you had been watching before he came into the room. Mystic arts sounded more strange than fun…

******

There was a knock on your door, and you looked up from your phone with a raised eyebrow. Your father stood there with a sly look on his face.

“Yes?” you asked.

“There’s someone here who wants to meet you.”

“And who might that be?”

“Your new mystic arts teacher.”

Your eyes rolled. “I don’t feel like meeting him.”

“Please,” your father pleaded. “Just do this for me. And if you aren’t interested, I’ll leave you alone. Okay?”

You blew out a breath of air and lifted yourself off the bed. “Alright, okay. Since you asked so nicely.”

“I’ll wait for you in the meeting room.”

You moved extra slowly, already fully convinced that your father was wasting your time. But when you walked into the meeting room, you almost stopped right there in your tracks when you got sight of one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Tall and dark-haired with grey streaks tucked behind his ears, the man tilted his head as he looked at you. You couldn’t help it when you smiled at him, noticing how he sent you a small smile right back.

“Y/N, this is Dr. Stephen Strange,” your father said, gesturing between the two of you. “Strange, as you know by now, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

“Yes, Stark, I know who she is, because you wouldn’t stop pestering me to teach her,” Stephen said, rolling his eyes before he focused all his attention back on you.

All of a sudden, the mystic arts sounded a lot more interesting.

******

It had been a whole month since Stephen Strange had become your teacher. And he was a good teacher indeed. Thorough and clear and communicative, but there was something else he was much, much better at. Something you couldn’t tell anyone about, especially your dad.

There just had been something about Stephen that you couldn’t get enough of. His voice, his touch. The way he looked at you. It all drew you into him, and before you knew it, the two of you had more than just a student-teacher relationship. It became something better and wilder and dirtier and forbidden. You fell for him hard and fast, and you had spent the past few weeks lying to your dad when you left the Avengers compound. You’d tell him you were going to hang out with your friends when really, you were darting over to the New York Sanctum to meet up with Stephen so he could take you and make you all his.

It was what you were doing at that very moment. Looking over your shoulder, you gave your dad a little wave. “I’m going to meet up with the girls now!” you called out. “I don’t wanna be late for dinner!”

“Have fun, sweetheart!” he replied.

After quickly opening up a portal right to that familiar building in New York, you stepped inside, instantly spotting Stephen.

“Hey,” he said lowly. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you said with a little giggle.

He stepped over to you and quickly closed the gap between the two of you. “I need you so bad.”

Still giggling, you tilted your head at him. “You only saw me a few hours ago…”

“That’s too long.” Stephen laughed, pressing his lips to yours. He gave you a long, deep, wild kiss, his big hands on your hips. “What lie did you tell your dad today?”

“I said I was going out to dinner with friends.” You pressed your lips to his again, loving the feeling of Stephen gripping your hips tighter. He pulled you up against him and it was like he couldn’t get enough of you, like he was just as eager to have you as you were to have him. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you, and you knew exactly where he was taking you. It was a place you had been to many times before, and that was his bedroom.

Stephen threw you to the bed before covering your body with his own. He was all big and broad as he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue darting right into your mouth as he grabbed your hands and pinned them to the bed. You could feel him getting hard from behind his pants as he ground into you, your hunger for him growing so fast. Your lips and tongues were clashing together as you pushed your hands through Stephen’s locks, tugging at them as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. God, you wanted him. And from the feeling of his hard cock pushing up against you, you were pretty sure he was craving you just as bad.

“Please, Stephen,” you said when you pulled away from his lips, making sure your voice was light and teasing. “Please, I want it.”

He let out a deep grunt above you. “You want it, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.”

“What do you want, huh? What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to take me,” you whispered. “I want you to take me and make me all yours. I just wanna be yours. Please. Please, Daddy.”

And you knew that nickname was gonna make him lose it. A second later, his hands were on your top, pushing it over your head before he tossed it to the side. Eager, big hands yanked your jeans down, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” Stephen said, tilting his head at you. “Such a gorgeous fucking girl.”

“Please…”

“I’ve got you.” His hands found your panties before he gave them a harsh tug down your legs, and then you were completely exposed for him, every part of you utterly on show. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Mm, what would your dad say if he saw me staring at you like this? He’d be so mad if he knew I was looking at his daughter all naked for me.”

“Yeah, he’d be pretty angry,” you said with a little chuckle.

He ran a thumb against your slit, moving it up towards your clit where he gave the little bud a rub.

“Very angry,” he continued. “Especially since I’m your teacher. Your much, much older teacher. Ooh, that feels good, doesn’t it?”

He was working your clit just right, rubbing and rubbing as his eyes scanned all over your body. You wanted to feel him, wanted him to fill you up already, but you let him circle his thumb against your clit, your toes curling as your hands yanked and pulled at his sheets.

“So close,” you whispered. “So close, Daddy.”

“Cum for me. Cum for me right now.”

You were pretty sure only Stephen could make you cum on demand. You writhed underneath him as your orgasm took over, pure pleasure and heat taking over your body as Stephen undressed before you. Soon, he was all bare, his hard cock on show as he pulled you right onto his lap, your pussy hovering right over his tip before he pulled you down onto him, the swollen head pushing into you with ease thanks to how soaked you were.

“Oh my God,” you let out, your eyes quickly shutting. “God, feels so good.”

“Good girl. Take it. Take my cock,” Stephen murmured below you. His hands landed on your hips, holding you in place so you could work your pussy along his length.

With shaky hands, you rested them against Stephen’s chest. Pleasure was already pumping through your body as you lifted yourself up and firmly pushed back down on his cock, letting him fill you up to the brim.

“Oh, Stephen,” you cried out, your nipples hard and your pussy soaked, and your need to cum once again rising.

“That’s it. Ride my cock,” Stephen said. “Your poor father is back at the Avengers compound, waiting for you to get back to him, huh? But here you are on my cock screaming out my name.”

You gasped as you began to bounce on his cock, that swollen tip hitting that sweet spot so deep inside of you. You threw your head back as you worked your pussy up and down, up and down. It all felt so good. So filthy and bad, but so good at the same time.

“Feels so nice, Stephen,” you let out. “Your cock feels so nice.”

“Yeah? Keep riding it. Don’t stop until you cum around my cock. Come on. Don’t stop.”

You whimpered and worked your pussy up and down his cock faster, letting out little squeals every time the swollen head of his cock hit that spot so, so deep inside of you. Your pussy was stuffed with his cock, your little hole all soaked and dripping as Stephen pushed his cock so deep inside of you.

“I’m so close,” you said with a whisper. You could feel your orgasm blossoming. The delicious feeling that you were chasing. It was right there for you to grab as you bounced more and more, your nails almost digging into Stephen’s chest as he thrusted into you deep and hard from underneath. It was too much for you as you came around his cock right then and there. “Daddy, fuck. Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop. I won’t fucking stop until you cum.”

“Mm, Stephen. Please. Please, please, please.” You weren’t even sure why you were begging or what you were begging for. All you knew was that Stephen felt so good buried deep inside of you. He always took you so good. Every single time. But you were always taken aback by how well he knew your body.

“Good fucking girl.” Stephen’s teeth were clenched as he flipped you both over, his cock pulling out of you. His scarred hands found your hips as he turned you around, your stomach on the bed. He grabbed at your hips, maneuvering your body so that you were on your hands and knees. “There we fucking go,” he said. “You think I’m done? Not even close.”

With that, you felt the soaked head of his cock brush up against your entrance, and then he was slamming his cock into you a second later. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him stretch you out, the sensation drawn out and oh-so-delicious. It was filthy, but you couldn’t get enough of him.

“You feel so good, Stephen,” you said as Stephen pushed into you from behind. Deep. He was so deep. So deep you could feel every inch of him, his heavy balls pressed right up against your pussy. Your fingers clawed at the sheets beneath you, desperate to cling on to something as he took you and made you all his. “Feels… Feels so nice, Daddy.”

“I know. I fucking know,” Stephen muttered. “Mm, your dad would be so mad if he saw you like this, huh? He’d be so pissed off seeing you bent over with your ass in the air like this. With you taking my fucking cock.”

“He’d be so mad,” you said with a little sigh. “He’d be so angry if he saw what you were doing to me.”

“Yeah, he’d be real fucking pissed, wouldn’t he?”

“Mhm,” you said, your eyes half closed.

You were getting lost in the pleasure of it all. Stephen was pumping his cock into you deep and fast and hard and rough, stretching you out so perfectly and taking you in a way only he could. He was balls deep inside of you, your little hole completely stuffed to the brim with his cock as he pulled out and slammed back into you with a deep, masculine grunt.

“Stephen,” you whined. “Mm, you’re so big.”

“Yeah?” he muttered. “You like that big, hard cock, sweetheart?”

“I… I do. So much!”

“That feels so good, doesn’t it?” Stephen mumbled. “I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum right around my cock. You’re so close. I can tell you’re close.”

He was right. You could already feel yourself clenching around his cock, that pleasure growing inside of you so fast you could barely take it. He kept sliding his cock deep inside of you, fucking you so deep that you were certain you could feel him in your stomach. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you let him fuck you. You let him take you and make you all his, his length stretching you out and the swollen tip of his cock hitting that spot again and again. The feeling was so intense and wild, your pussy dripping wet and your need to meet your peak growing by the second. Your shaky fingers grabbed the sheets below you as you desperately cried out, your pussy being fucked and stuffed and pounded from behind. It was all too much. Too good. You couldn’t hold on much longer. You could feel how close you were, how wet you were, how hungry you were to cum.

“Stephen,” you cried out. “So close. I’m so… I’m so…”

“Cum for me,” he muttered from behind you, his fingers digging into your ass. “Cum for me. Cum right around my cock. Do it. I know you wanna do it. I know you’re close. Just fucking cum for me.”

It was with one more deep, long thrust of his cock that you lost all control. It just felt too good and soon you were cumming right around his cock, your pussy gushing and soaking his length as he carried on pounding into you from behind. You screamed out his name and fell to the bed, and then a second later, you heard Stephen let out a deep grunt as he pushed into you hard and fast. He was cumming too. You could feel him emptying himself inside of you, the liquid hot and sticky as he coated your walls with his seed. It was filthy and wrong. You both knew that. Stephen was so much older than you and he was one of your dad’s friends, but God, you just couldn’t help but love being so raw and dirty for him. You were pretty sure he loved it just as much as you did.

“Mm, Stephen,” you said softly. “So good.”

He was panting from behind as he flipped you over and got you settled on your back. Your mind was all hazy as he moved into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth, cleaning you up gingerly. It was funny that he could be so rough and animalistic when fucking you but then so sweet and gentle when it was all over and done with.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he got into bed, sliding up next to you.

You nodded. “I’m okay. Tired, but okay. Who wouldn’t be tired after all of that?”

He pulled you close to him, your head on his broad chest and his arm wrapped around you. You laid there in pure silence, with you listening to the sound of Stephen’s heartbeat in your ear. It was a comforting sound.

“You know, your dad would kill me if he saw you in bed with me like this,” he murmured. “He’d strangle me himself, or set his entire team onto me.”

Looking up at him, you gave him a playful roll of your eyes. “You say that all the time.”

“Well, he’d be pretty mad, don’t you think?”

Craning your neck, you gave him a little kiss. “Well, we better hope that we never get caught. That won’t end too well.”

“No, it won’t.” He laughed before his eyes landed on the clock. “How long do we have until you need to get back home?”

You followed his gaze to the clock. “Um, about an hour.”

“So, that means we have enough time for round two then, huh?”

Giggling, you looked back into his eyes. “At least let me get a little bit of rest first.”

He hummed and held you closer, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle your nose into his neck as you got lost in the feeling of him. He was right about your dad being pissed. There was no way he’d approve of you being with Stephen, but at that moment, you told yourself to forget about the consequences and focus on the wonderful feeling of being there in Stephen’s arms. You were pretty sure there was nothing better than being tangled up with him.

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dyinbymistake · 27 days ago

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male fantasy

i got a call from a girl i used to know,

we were inseparable years ago.

constance evermore.

oh how billie loved that girl when she was a teenager, she loved her so much she wished she could’ve held onto her tighter and never let her go into the bad world they lived in alone.

constance and billie were close friends growing up, both of the two bonded over having a interest in the musical arts. as billie had said many times, one of her choir teachers never liked her, but he did like constance which is a reason for bringing the two so close.

and ever since the friendship blossomed. throughout the whole beginning of her career constance was there. never leaving billie’s side until an argument drove the two of them to fall apart. constance was so hurt and betrayed and yet billie was feeling the same way. so bad she mentioned it briefly in a song or two.

and it was all over a stupid boy

and that was years ago, it was now october 20, 2024, specifically 12:21 am. constance was in west hollywood with a few friends at some random party, she had no clue who’s it was but she didn’t care until someone behind her mentioned billie now she didn’t even wanna be there, so she left.

the thing was they never said billie was at the party. just the mention of her name ruined her mood. it’s been five fucking years since they last talked and she wasn’t over it. i mean how could she be? half the internet knows verses from male fantasy is about her.

and tv is one thousand percent about her. she knows it herself, everyone does. but no one knows why. everyday those two nights the songs were based on were on her mind and it always brought her to tears.

guilt never leaving and she just wished she never made that phone call. maybe she would’ve been long moved on by now.

like billie was.

constance shivered as she sat on the curb and her cheeks stained with tears mixed with mascara and glitter.

straight out of euphoria type shit

DECEMBER 6, 2018

constance sat next to the blue haired girl. her legs rested on top of her best friend. the two were backstage of a concert billie was invited to. and unfortunately her boyfriend was there.

much to billie’s dismay. constance and q didn’t get along, like ever. but billie being billie never let anyone tell her anything. so constance always kept her thoughts to herself because she hated when billie was mad at her.

but this time she couldn’t take it anymore. the way, billie was sulking in her seat, looking border than ever because it was supposed to be a date, then he invited friends, so she invited constance and it pissed the younger girl off. billie didn’t deserve this.

“i mean like, doesn’t he clearly see i’m bored? connie do i look happy?” the redhead looked at her, out of habit, the first thing she does is admire her best friends face before she nods.

“you and i are equally bored, who even is the performer again?” billie sighed and shrugged “i have no fucking clue, wanna go look for food or some shit? q ate my taco bell”

constance rolled her eyes at that but stood up anyway. she smiled at the girl in front of her as she reached her hands out for her to grab. “maybe they have vegan food”

“hopefully, fries kinda sound good right now though” constance nodded in agreement.

the two sat on the couch eating their shared fries when q walked over, his first instinct was to give constance a dirty look which didn’t go unseen by her, she returned the look to which billie caught this time.

“constance.” she warned, the girl only rolled her eyes. don’t make her mad. she reminded herself. but it continued the whole night.

constantly throwing dirty looks and making comments billie would ignore.

and she couldn’t take it anymore when billie went to the bathroom and q decided to speak up when it wasn’t wanted. “so, when are you leaving? it’s supposed to be me and billie tonight .. and you’re kinda ruining the vibe” constance froze and slowly looked up at him.

“excuse me? i’m ruining it? you brought your stupid friends, if we wanna be dumb then blame it on something else but i am not ruining this, you did. and just so you know this is a horrible birthday date idea. billie deserves better so do fucking better asshole”

he stared at her in shock and disbelief, every few seconds his eyes shifted from her to behind her. “what the fuck are you looking at?” she turned frustrated, her eyes widened when they met billie’s angry ones.

“bil..” she began, but the girl was already walking away, constance rushed after her.

“billie stop.” “what the fuck was that? why would you yell at him like that, he did nothing wrong constance!” she scoffed under her breath, billie’s ocean eyes glaring at her.

“you seriously cannot be mad at me, bil i did nothing but defend you and myself, i wasn’t lying when i said you deserve better! i mean look at this? the concert hasn’t even started and he brought his friends like really?”

“never did i need or ask you to defend me so just stop! he’s my boyfriend, as my best friend you should respect that. if you have a crush on me and you’re trying to break us up just say that” “you cannot be fucking serious”

billie shrugged her shoulders, her face blank while constance stared at her, arms crossed and in disbelief. billie’s eyes avoided hers knowing she’d immediately see how hurt constance looked.

but billie wasn’t in the wrong right?

“you’re my best friend, i don’t have a crush on you. i’m sorry for trying to be a good friend but maybe i’m done trying, so go back to your boyfriend, i’m going home. text me when you realize how fucked you sound”

she never texted, constance didn’t reach out either. both too stubborn to text each other. it went on for a whole year of this.

billie hated it, she hated everything going on. she regretted that night a lot, looking back on it now that she was older and matured. she was one thousand percent in the wrong.

so when constance called, a year later, she thought she’d be able to apologize. but she didn’t, the call felt like six seconds long.

JANUARY 6, 2020

billie didn’t speak much. “tell your fans to leave me alone” was all that was said. billie felt stupid for thinking it could’ve been that she missed her and wanted billie to apologize.

but maybe billie should’ve just reached out first like she was supposed to. “uhm, i don’t know what you’re-” “they’re harassing me still because they still think we’re privately dating and that i cheated or something because i posted my boyfri - billie just speak out” constance sighed in frustration.

the blonde’s heart fluttered remembering how they were so close everyone genuinely thought they were together. and maybe billie did have a crush on constance, maybe she pushed her away because that scared her so she convinced herself constance was wrong.

she’d never been with a girl before, her first kiss was constance, but, they were thirteen and just wanted to practice’. and for some reason hearing that constance was in a relationship hurt.

if she wasn’t a bitch that day, constance wouldn’t be getting harassed because maybe her and billie could’ve been more.

“uhm, i’ll - i’m sorry i’ll say something on my story” she stuttered over her words, constance was silent before a small thank you was heard. “how have you been connie? i heard that you - you model right? for prada”

“i didn’t call to talk like that billie, i have to go. just say something on your story”

thought we’d get along, but it wasn’t so

#Spotify #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #fanfic #fanfiction #billie eilish x fem!oc #imagine #idk man

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sevsbestfriend · 2 months ago

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I usually write fics here but I just wanna rant rn.

Sometimes I got to old posts and stuff, either to get new ideas or just see what the fuck is going on with the other side of the fandom.

The people coming to James defense or crazy, like on one hand they are like 'oh he was only human, he grew as a person otherwise how would lily love him?'

We literally have cannon confirmation that the fucking prat didn't stop hexing people, he just learned to hide it better. Sirius and Remus confirmed this when they called Severus a 'special case'. I don't give a shit about them saying he attacked first, you better believe I am attacking first if I come across a guy who has stripped me naked in public when I didn't do shit to him. (Or the other guy who tried to get me killed by bloody werewolf) Like wtf are you even talking about at that point???

Also, Harry comes across a detention report of them hexing another student in their 7th year. So uhm...yeah.

Then they are like 'oh Severus hates him so his memories are biased'

Did you morons even read the books?? Pensive memories are unbiased, any manipulation is extremely apparent as we saw in Slughorns case. So NO they aren't biased that extremely uncomfortable read of SWM? it's fucking canon in its truest sense.

Also, how in the ever living hippogryph does a guy who strips people naked for fun change so much that he becomes head boy??

It's pretty simple, he doesn't. He learns to hide it better and given the fact that this person has always been given the benefit of the doubt, it is very easy for them to their nature.

Dude had a map that showed him everyone's real time location and an invisibility cloak, he could damn well harass anyone in isolated corners of the castle if he wished. Which is exactly what he did.

Also, these people love to claim how 'lily only approved of him cause he changed.'

To that I say, Who the fuck is Lily?? Mother Teresa??

How is she the ultimate decider of what is good and bad and at the same time, completely right in dating someone who stripped another student makes after a year (or 2) of the event??

Don't get me wrong, she doesn't owe Severus anything, really, but seriously this is just ridiculous. Like if I was a woman, I would be genuinely terrified of someone like that, especially when they got away with no real consequences what so ever.

James was a prick with a very good PR team for friends and teachers. That's really it, it is often said that good looking people can get away with a lot of things and James is just a prime example of that.

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Also...BRAVE?? Dude had 2 cheat items and the advantage of a Pureblood upbringing and was still too PUSSY to face Severus alone. Yeah..what a real Gryphindor that one. Scrams bravery to you doesn't it? He did this all the way till 17, so yeah he definitely was super important in the order right??

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Dumbledore invested quite a bit in the Marauders with his blatant favoritism and letting a werewolf in the school risking his own position as a headmaster.

And...they all turned to be bloody useless. With only James being useful because of his participation in the birth of Harry Potter.

Sirius in his madness derailed a murder investigation for a fucking decade.

Remus, I genuinely can't remember anything substantial Remus did, except for letting someone he believed was a murderer into Hogwarts and never telling Dumbledore that they were Animagus to begin with.

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Seriously, the most useful person in the war had to literally beg on his knees for the man to use him. Even fate was like, for fucks sake, just give this guy a chance already.

#anti marauders fandom #severus snape #pro snape #anti jily #anti james potter #anti lily evans #anti sirius black #anti peter pettigrew #anti remus lupin

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doctor-dusk · 3 months ago

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𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

the best way to sort things out with your teacher.

warnings: oral and fingering (f receiving), age gap (not mentioned), a bit of angst, fluff too.

word count: 4.5k

part. 1

for those who were waiting (a total of three people lol), part 2 is finally here. sorry for the delay, i really had a hard time finishing it, so i'm sorry if it sucks :')

one week has passed since mr. turner was at your apartment.

and in the meantime, you only saw him once on campus.

he was like a shadow of a rat, sneaking through the rooms and holes, scared of being caught.

yeah, scared. who ever thought that such a self-confident teacher could act like this?

as long as he hates to admit, he was acting like a fucking rat. he didn't want to look at you, didn't want to fall in temptation again. he didn’t want to see how hurt you were that he was ignoring you like this.

oh, and how hurt you were.

on the one hand, you understood. you knew it was wrong, that it was unconventional. but it happened. and you couldn't shake his image no matter how many times you tried. just as you couldn't help but look for him either.

the only time you saw him during the week, right before you had a class with him, was when you were at the campus cafeteria. you were drinking some macchiato and reading an article.

you were so distracted that you didn't even notice that a few meters away, outside the cafeteria, exactly in the middle of an intersection between one corridor and another, he was looking at you.

surreptitiously, obviously. especially because he couldn't keep his gaze fixed because one of his colleagues was talking to him. he nodded, looked at her and exchanged a few words about what he had understood. but his eyes always stopped on you.

oh, such a dickhead.

“so, what are you doing next weekend, al?" she asked him, watching him shake his head.

“not sure. maybe rewatch breaking bad or something.” he shrugged, turner didn't really like making plans for the weekend, precisely because he liked the idea of staying at home.

“phew, so boring.” she answered him. he looked away, seeing the exact moment you looked around a little, which forced him to look back at his colleague. “tell you what, my cousin is coming to spend a few days here, doing some tourism in the city, etc. we can arrange a dinner, i think you'll like her.”

“i don’t know, lilian.’’ he simply responded. he wasn't very interested.

''c’mon, al. you've been divorced for a long time, it's time for you to find someone else.''

alex knew that lilian didn't say that out of spite. she just worried about him being alone. i mean, single. it didn't mean he wasn't capable of getting someone for one-night stand and leave without having to report back the next day. oh, that happened often.

‘’i’m fine, thanks for your concern.’’ he forced a smile. he didn’t want to be rude to her.

and even if he went to a possible dinner, met her cousin, maybe they could fuck later in his flat, would that be enough?

would he want to wake up next to her the next morning? would he want to make her breakfast, or take her for a walk in the park? would he be slowly dying just to see her again? would he look every corner possible looking for her just to catch a glimpse of her walking?

he didn't think so. he knew better.

‘’but i'll think about it, alright? i'll let you know if i change my mind.’’ he replied again.

‘’we’ve been here before.’’ she laughed through her nose, patting his shoulder. it wasn’t the first time that alex said it. and he rarely changed his mind. ‘’but think about it, she seems like enough fun for you.’’

he gave a nod, excusing himself right after, saying he had to be in class now.

on the other side, you looked around once more. you didn’t know exactly what you were looking for. maybe your mind was so dizzy that you were having a hard time paying attention to what you were reading. it was already the third time you were reading that same paragraph.

and then, you saw him.

walking down the hallway as if in a hurry. fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the brown leather briefcase. his fluffy hair was a bit messy, but it wasn't like he needed to fix it. in fact, it suited him.

he looked thoughtful. in fact, he always seemed that way. as if he was always caught in a chain of thoughts, always serious and methodical. but you were still able to see some softness amid the hard lines of expression on that face.

you followed him with your eyes, hoping he would look back at you, even if it was for a millisecond. you wanted that adrenaline rush from those ebony eyes in your direction, wanted to feel that warmth as if your body was on fire from the inside out. you just wanted his attention. you just wanted him.

but no, he didn't look back at you.

he fought until the last second. he didn't want to give you hope. or give himself some hope. he couldn’t.

and there you are. on his class. sitting on your usual spot.

turner didn't bother to prepare an elaborate class. he wasn't in the mood for that. all he did was explain the topic in twenty minutes and ask the class to write an essay, pretending to be busy scribbling on some assessment tests he had in his briefcase.

the whole class remained like this, glancing when the other wasn't looking. he really tried not to look up at you, but it was difficult. you had his eyes on you the whole time, so it wouldn’t be any different now.

class ended early. turner dismissed the class and got up to erase what he wrote on the board. he heard the footsteps towards the door, some ‘’until next time’’ of some students, who he responded to by saying the same thing, or just with a nod.

but somehow, he knew you're still there. he felt your presence there, like something stuck in his teeth.

and indeed you were there. you hadn't moved a muscle since you put your stuff in your backpack, just waiting for the classroom to be empty so you could have a moment with him or try to have one. you wanted to understand, at least.

‘’class is over, miss.’’ he said, still with his back to you, finishing erasing the board.

‘’why are you ignoring me?’’ you asked directly, your eyes were staring at your hands in your lap, but lifted when you saw that he stopped erasing the board.

‘’i'm not ignoring ya'. we're talking now, aren't we?’’ he replied and felt like punching himself in the face. why didn't he know how to give you a normal answer? an answer you deserve.

‘’you know what i'm talking about. you... walked away.’’ you said, seeing him turn to look at you. for the first time he had the courage to look at you. he felt melancholy and longing when looking at you.

he was silent for a moment. he didn't want it to be like this. he felt he was to blame for this. and he could barely bear to see the look in your eyes.

‘’i'm sorry, darling. i didn't mean to.’’ he said, leaning his lower back on the edge of his desk. ‘’i'm just…’’

you stood up when you saw he was struggling with his own words. you take a few steps, getting in front of him. oh, how you miss this closeness.

‘’you just what?’’ you asked. you didn't want to pressure him, but you wanted to understand why he was running away. ‘’i know that wasn't the most ethical thing in the world, but…’’

‘’it wasn't, but it was good. i liked it, i really liked it.’’ he said, feeling his saliva go down his throat like needles. you felt your heart beating like a drum. ‘’but…’’

he looked down, avoiding your gaze, but you cupped his face with your hands, it was like your hands were made to fit in there. the bone structure of his face was perfect. you made him look at you, feeling his hands close around your wrists, but it wasn't like he was going to pull you away. he loved your touch, how soft your skin was.

‘’you don't need to be nervous. we can talk about this. i just want to understand you and what you're feeling.’’

he felt frozen in place. maybe because he had never thought he would come across something like this, especially with you. he felt vulnerable, but he felt comfortable with you. he felt safe.

‘’i don't think this is the best place to talk about this.’’ he murmured, his thumbs tracing circles on your wrists, his touch as soft as a piano note.

you nodded. someone might come through the open door and check on you both. it was a bit risky. but you needed to sort it out. it was killing you inside.

“i can come to your place if you want. at 7pm. maybe 8pm.” he said when he noticed that you were silent for too long.

you kept silent for a little more. you were afraid he was lying. that he was just saying this so you would let him go, and ultimately you would be left waiting for a knock on your door that will never come.

“i want to solve this as much as you do." he said when he noticed your hesitation, rubbing his thumbs on your wrists again, his touch was very smooth. “i'll be there, darlin’. i promise.”

“okay.” you smiled softly, your fingers rubbed his jaw one last time before pulling away. you wanted to kiss him, but it doesn't feel right at the moment.

you picked up your backpack, looking at him one last time before leaving the classroom, making sure he looked at you until the moment you disappeared from his field of vision.

it was already past 8pm. turner simply hated tuesdays because he was limited to spending the entire day on campus, including at night when he had to teach a single class to an extra class.

and more than that, he hated the idea of making you wait when he promised you he would be there.

he was racing against time, hoping you hadn’t given up. and well, no matter how late it was, you were still there, glancing at your door while pretending to be entertained by an old western movie. still clinging to the slightest hope that he would show up.

and when you heard the four knocks on your door, everything seemed to disappear. your feet acted on automatic, running to the door before he could even think of a way to apologize. you opened the door, finally seeing him there in front of you, a sight for sore eyes. like always.

he took a moment to absorb the relief at seeing that you were willing to see him before opening his mouth to say something.

‘’listen, i’m so sorry-’’

you didn't let him finish, clashing your lips against his with a voracity that even you didn't know where it came from, your mind wasn't acting with all its sanity. but who said you had sanity around him?

without thinking twice, he deepened the kiss, kissing you gently, almost reverently, moving his lips against yours in a slow move while your hands cupped his face, feeling his short beard tickling your palms, but you liked that feeling. you parted the kiss, for a moment thinking that this wasn't a good idea at first.

‘’i'm sorry, i... couldn’t help it-’’

he interrupted you, kissing you again, his lips parting so he could slide his tongue into your mouth in a deep, almost sensual way. his kiss tasted like black coffee, just like you already imagined. one of his hands resting on the back of your head while the other rested on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him. it was like you were some kind of addiction he didn’t know he had. or he knew, but he didn't want to admit it out loud.

‘’class took longer than expected, i didn't meant to make you wait.’’ he said after breaking the kiss, his breath coming out in soft pants as your hand reached for the door for you to close it with a light push.

‘’but you're here, aren't you?’’ you let out a shy, maybe a pathetic smile for thinking about it. you had him there with you, the man who invaded your most erotic dreams and made you think about things that you would never say out loud, not even to your best friend.

“i am.”

another kiss unfolded, you didn't care what you needed to talk about, if you had something to work out. all you thought about was him, how enveloping his kiss was and how his hands seemed to touch you in the right places as if he knew you like the back of his hand.

you walked backwards, still trapped and intoxicated in the kiss, feeling your back touching the arm of the sofa, making you stumble gently.

‘’sorry, i should learn to control myself.’’ he said, scrunching his nose, but you shook your head.

‘’i don't want you to control yourself, believe me.’’ you said, letting your thumb slide over his jawline. such a perfect jawline, could cut diamonds.

he looked at you, a slight smile appeared on his lips. somehow, he liked what you said. the way you said.

“you sure?” he asked, his hands finding your hips, his fingers feeling the smooth fabric of your dress. he was dying to be able to touch you, feel you, taste you. but he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to.

you nodded, moving your hands up to the back of his neck, feeling the fluffy and silky strands of his hair tangling on your fingers when you pulled him back to another kiss. now your tongue was more eager to explore the depths of his mouth, bringing him closer to you, molding your bodies as you felt like you’re slowly laying down on your couch with his body hovering above yours.

his breath was ragged when you felt his kiss moving to the corner of your mouth, trailing down to your jaw and neck, making you shiver from head to toe, your eyes closed immediately as he spread wet kisses along the length of your neck. he nibbled softly, as if he was afraid to use his mouth.

‘’you can do it, you know.’’ you whispered to him, letting him know that he could mark your skin if he wanted to.

‘’i was afraid you wouldn't let me.’’ he answered, letting his warm tongue lick your skin, making you let out a soft groan. ‘’your skin is so soft, i really don't want to leave marks that you'll need to use two liters of concealer to hide.’’

you chuckled, your hand moved to the nape of his neck so you could look at him.

‘’don't worry about it. i've been waiting for this for too long to care about hiding it.’’ you replied, feeling your cheeks flushing from admitting it out loud to him.

his heart beat faster, his mouth went slightly dry as he looked at you, as if somehow, he was searching for the sincerity in your eyes. then, he smiled.

‘’so can i continue?’’ he asked, shifting his body a bit, his knees resting on the floor, both of his hands resting on your sides, feeling your curves. you nodded, biting your lip slightly as he went back to kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone. he wanted to take his time with you, to taste you enough so that he could feel your sweet taste for days in his mouth.

you were so intoxicated, so inert and deeply focused on feeling his touches and kisses that you didn't even realize his head was right between your legs, his hands caressing your thighs, but without invading under your dress. as much as he wanted to ravish you there, he wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with him.

''can i?'' he asked, his eyes looking up at you, almost in a pleading way. if you weren't thirsty for him, you would have a mental breakdown seeing that man on his knees between your legs, practically begging to eat you out.

you not only agreed, but also shifted your body a little, your hands going to your hips so your fingers tugged the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. he watched your every move, as if he were mesmerized by the sight of you taking off your panties, throwing them aside. well, in fact, he was mesmerized.

his kisses started on your left knee, building the anticipation for both of you. the kisses slowly moved further up, reaching your inner thigh, he loved feeling how warm your skin was and how you shivered with each little ministration of his.

and oh, how you were looking forward to this. your fingers tightened the hem of your dress, trying to dispel your nervousness, and of course it didn't go unnoticed by him. he knew how to read you so well, it was almost ridiculous.

‘’are you alright?’’ he asked, his cheek resting on your thigh, his eyes searching for yours. he could already feel your scent filling his nostrils, but he was more concerned with your comfort.

‘’yeah, i'm just…’’ you muttered, pressing your lips together, trying to think of how to explain it to him. but he already knew.

‘’i know, baby. i know.’’ he smiled gently, his hands reaching yours, covering your closed fists, his thumbs making an almost invisible caress. ‘’i'll be gentle, i promise. i just want to make you feel good.’’

you felt happy. relieved, actually. he was being understanding, he would never want to do something you didn't want to do. he was willing to go at your pace, to let you know how much you were desired by him in the slowest and most sensual way possible. his hands that were on yours tightened a little, moving up a little so that you could raise the hem of your dress since your fingers were tightening the fabric of the dress. slowly, your skin was being exposed to him, your body was heating up more as his eyes memorized that part of you that was always covered by your clothes.

his hands moved to your inner thighs, silently forcing you to open your legs a little more for him as he returned to kissing your thigh, moving closer and closer to your center to the point where you felt his hot breath against your sensitive skin, making you clench around nothing already.

when his lips reached your throbbing and needy cunt, it felt like heaven. you were soaking wet, and he couldn't control himself, his tongue sticking out to taste you, licking your slit from bottom to top, from your dripping entrance to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking it gently.

‘’taste so fucking good.’’ he hummed, more to himself than to you. he was dying to taste you, to have you like this, so he wanted to enjoy you like you were a banquet and he was a starving man.

he eats you out slowly, paying attention to your every reaction as his eyes look up, searching your face. but you had your head thrown back, your eyes closed so tightly that it took you a while to get your vision focused when you opened them again to look at him.

‘’m-mr. turner…’’ you tried to say, your voice comes out as a meow, begging for more.

‘’shhh, it's okay. you taste so good, can't believe i had to wait so long for this.’’ he mumbled again, bringing his thumb to your clit, feeling it pulsing against his digit, circling gently as his tongue lapped your wet folds.

in no time, you're a babbling mess, mumbling incomprehensible words that he was loving to hear, as long as he knew you're enjoying yourself, and better yet, that he was the one who was making you feel this way. your right leg moved a bit, your calf resting on his shoulder as he simply devoured you, alternating between sucking, biting and licking, gathering your juices.

he moved his hand, his thumb still pressed on your swollen clit, but now his fingers threatened to invade your entrance, his mouth sucked the sensitive skin of your groin as you writhed in pleasure on the couch in your living room. his middle finger entered you with immense ease, sliding in and filling you until you felt the knuckle of his hand pressing against you. you could feel his finger going back and forth at a considerable speed, but you wanted more. so much more.

‘’one more?’’ he asked you, feeling your hand on the back of his head. you nodded eagerly, feeling your walls contracting when he added his ring finger, now both pumping in and out of you, curling up, massaging that spongy spot that makes you roll your eyes because of the pleasure.

he moved up, yearning to feel your lips against his, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans as he felt himself getting harder inside his pants, listening to your cries mixed with the squishy sound your pussy made as his fingers moved in an intense rhythm.

‘’you're so beautiful, so beautiful…’’ he whispered to you, kissing the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, feeling the salty taste of the tear you let out as you were feeling so much pleasure it was almost unbearable.

‘’i’m close…’’ you whispered to him, your eyes locking with his as he nodded, keeping up the pace. your words really moved him. having you so completely surrendered to him is better than any thought he could ever imagine. his thumb worked relentlessly on your clit, not slowing down until you're totally satisfied.

‘’yeah, let go for me, princess, let me feel you.’’ he encouraged you, kissing just below your ear. all of this pushed you to the edge, your hips bucking up as you clenched hard around his fingers, a few strangled moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth as you came on his fingers, milking his digits like the purest nectar.

he kept pumping his fingers really slowly this time, letting you come down from your high as your breathing returned to normal and you blinked a few times to get your bearings. you've never felt this good before. he touched you and made you feel things you never imagined you could feel.

‘’are you okay, angel?’’ he asked silently, hoping he hadn't hurt you or overwhelmed you too much.

‘’yeah, yeah... i'm feeling so good.’’ you smiled lazily to him, watching the fingers of his free hand brush a few strands of hair from your forehead, your cheeks were as red as a tomato. but oh, you're really feeling so good.

he slowly withdrew his fingers, your sore cunt gaping around nothing. he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you on his tongue as if he didn't want to miss a thing.

‘’is it that good?’’ you chuckled as he hummed and licked his fingers clear.

‘’dear lord, you don't know how much. i could keep my face buried in your pussy all day.’’ he chuckled. you liked his contrast between being respectful, but completely unfiltered in his words.

you laughed, your legs were too limp for you to move, so he carefully moved to the side, joining you on the couch. his lips were still glistening with your wetness.

‘’can i... return the favor?’’ you asked him, watching his eyes move to look down at you.

‘’you look too wrecked now. we can save this for another day, hm?’’ he suggested. he was hard, holding on as long as possible.

‘’but i want you to feel good too.’’ you replied and he smiled, touched that you think of his pleasure too. his hand moved to your face, his fingers squeezed your cheeks, making you pout.

‘’i already feel good with you like this. don't worry about me. we have time for this.’’ he reassured you. you smiled softly.

‘’do we?’’ you asked, your eyes flickered with hope. this meant he was implying that you would continue what you had. whatever it was.

‘’i mean... if you want it too.’’ he muttered, somehow feeling insecure about not knowing if you were on the same page as him. suddenly, he remembered why he had run away from you before. you saw his expression change, taking his hand on yours. ‘’i'm sorry. i just... as long as i want it, i don't want to.’’

‘’why not?’’ you asked him, seeing him avoiding your gaze.

‘’i don't want to ruin you. to… you know. you're young and i don't want to ruin your life.’’ he said, for the first time letting his insecurities show. he felt like he could be honest with you. he needed to. ‘’you have your whole life ahead of you, places to go, people to see. you don't want to be tied down to an old divorced professor like me.’’

you blinked a few times, letting his words sinking inside your mind. and then, you smiled at him, feeling that you had gained a little more strength to sit next to him, your shoulders touching.

‘’silly.’’ you called him out, making him look at you. ‘’i've been wanting you for so long. i don't care if it's going to 'ruin' me. i want it too. i want to live this with you, for as long as we're allowed.'' you answered him in whisper, as if it was a secret you were sharing.

‘’i just think i'm a little too messy for you.’’ he admitted, feeling you running your thumb on his face, your skin brushing against the little bag under his eye.

‘’don't worry, i'm a little messy too. we can live with it.’’ you reassured him, making him let out a humorless laugh. he smiled to you, his lips brushing against yours softly as he held you close.

you stayed there for a long time. longer than you could count. you were so comfortable in his presence that you couldn't help but fall asleep, feeling his fingers massaging your scalp in a delicate, almost reverent way.

when he looked at his wristwatch, it was late. really late. he wished he could stay, but he knew he couldn't, at least not now. he also didn't know if you would want him to stay. very carefully, he moved his body away, being meticulous so as not to wake you. he saw a folded blanket on the armchair next to the sofa, unfolding it and covering you carefully so you wouldn't feel cold.

he watched you sleep for a while longer, his heart heaving at having to leave you, but at the same time fluttering at seeing you so serene, at knowing that he had you, even if it was only for a short time. he gave you a kiss on the forehead, his lips lingering for a little while before he slowly pulled away.

and then, he was gone.

#doctor says #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fluff #alex turner fanfiction #alex turner x y/n #alex turner

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sarcasticassian · 2 years ago

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Corroded Coffin’s label want them to do a Christmas song, Chrissy (their manager) tells them over and over that it’s not gonna fly, it’s really not the band’s brand and who is even asking for a Christmas song off them but due to the recent mainstream success of the band the label is not backing down so Chrissy tells the guys what the situation is thinking she’s going to have to deal with an unhappy label and unhappy talent, she immediately lets them know that she’ll try and negotiate a cover or something that they can whip up in no time and then forget about

but they all surprise her, Eddie the most, Jeff just had a kid with his wife and he’s in good spirits, Grant is married and Gareth has a long term girlfriend so she can maybe understand their tolerance for Christmas but Eddie? Mr anti establishment and hates all things capitalistic etc etc, he LOVES Christmas apparently, he says its about the spirit, people’s giving nature etc also he loves watching people get into physical fights over presents and families tearing into each other over the holidays, it’s kinda funny as an outsider and as someone who has one other family member

so they put their heads together and even out do what she’s asking by giving her two original songs and a couple of covers, enough for an EP, the label is ecstatic and Chrissy is flabbergasted, the only hitch is that before they record properly Eddie needs a choir of kids (why, Eddie? it’s part of the Christmas spirit Chris, so many songs have them as well, why can’t ours) so to make it interesting the label makes it a competition for local school choirs and a certain Miss Buckley decides to send in a tape because why not right?

except Eddie loves them, the tape doesn’t cut off in time to miss a snarky comment from the kid at the front with the curly hair and the redhead next to him rolls her eyes so hard Eddie is pretty sure she can see the back of her head and he’s charmed, they sound good too so he begs the band to pick them and the other guys really aren’t as invested in this so they say go for it

Robin is over the moon that her choir got chosen, she’s a music teacher at a local middle school where her bestie also teaches history and is beloved by all children apparently, and it helps that the prize is tickets to a Christmas concert Corroded Coffin will be a part of for all the kids so she tells them that world famous band Corroded Coffin is coming to their school to record them for a new song and they go nuts as a bunch of 14 year olds would, Steve is happy for her even though he has no idea who these people are and doesn’t bother looking them up cause what kinda band comes to a random school for a recording of their song

Eddie LOVES the kids when he arrives, they’re delightfully bitchy but obedient enough or respect Robin enough that they listen to both her and him all day and they sound great, he enjoys them so much in fact that he asks if they’d all want to be in the music video, Steve is out sick that day much to everybody’s dismay but once the video shoot is all worked out they need another teacher for health and safety etc so he volunteers to go (not that Robin would’ve given him a choice) and he sees Eddie covered in flakes of fake snow, surrounded by this soft halo of light and is like oh dear when his heart starts pumping double time

Eddie thinks this teacher is a total cutie and all the kids seem to love him, clamouring to point out cool things on set or show him their costumes or just chat to him about their other weekend plans and Eddie is a little smitten, the shoot goes on and the song is about being lonely at Christmas, the other guys’ partners are involved and the original idea was for Eddie to remain alone to really drive in the point (who doesn’t love a sad Christmas song, of course Eddie would write something against the grain) but the label has a sudden change of heart and wants the video to end with Eddie finding someone and Chrissy seizes her chance to play matchmaker so she suggests Steve fills in if he wants before Eddie can protest

Steve is a slightly confused about why they’d pick him until Eddie blurts out that he’s gay and out etc so a guy would make more sense to their fans so Steve, caught up in the moment, says sure why not, and half falls in love with Eddie under the fake snowfall and horribly bright set lights, he knows it’s an act but Eddie is very charming (Eddie isn’t acting) and all their actual audio will be cut because of the song playing over the top so Steve just enjoys himself

when the song and video goes live fans lose it, who is this cute, cute man that Eddie has bagged, it must be his boyfriend right because everybody else’s partner is in the video and Eddie has to quickly clarify that he just met Steve that day but nobody believes him, ‘the chemistry is too good’ so Eddie manages to reach out to Steve and apologise and Steve decides to joke that Eddie should take him for a drink to make up for it but Eddie immediately agrees and that’s how Steve finds himself on a date with a rockstar

(his class go wild after Christmas break and they hear from Miss Buckley about Mr Harrington’s new boyfriend)

(they go wilder when Steve spills in return that Robin has been seeing Chrissy-the-band-manager since the recording at the school back in October)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #buckingham #robin/chrissy #robin x chrissy #steveddie #bandqueen #bandcheer #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic

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celiastjamesoscar · 1 year ago

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Happiness is a Butterfly

Pairings: ghostface!Sam Carpenter x shy!reader

Summary: the plan was to tell you at some point, but Sam didn’t know how. Only when you find out by accident about your girlfriend’s activities, does Sam realize the consequences of continuing her father’s legacy.

Warnings: mentions of murder, protective Sam, one mention sexual abuse cases, hinted predator teacher, angst. Let me know if I missed any!

My Masterlist

AN: Came from this request! This wasn’t proof read at all, and I reread it once I wake up in the morning

Word Count: 9.9K

You sat in peaceful silence as you watched the TV. It was around 11 on a Friday night, and you were patiently waiting for your girlfriend, Sam, of eight months, to return home. You were over at her place, and you had been hanging out with Tara before she called it a night and went off to bed, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment as the soft voice of Daenerys Targaryen filled the air.

Usually, you would watch Game of Thrones with Sam, but with nothing better to do as you waited for your lover to return home from work, you rewatched the earlier seasons.

The sound of keys jingling at the door pulled you away from the TV, and you stood up from the couch as Sam walked into the apartment. “Hey,” she quietly said as she put up her purse and walked to you.

“Hey,” you replied with a smile as you kissed her for the first time since she left for work, “How was your day?”

Sam huffed at your question as she pulled you to the couch, “Better, now that you’re here,” she said as she sat on the sofa and pulled your legs into her leg.

“Well, I’m glad that I can help brighten your day,” you responded with a smile as you placed a quick kiss on your girlfriend’s lips, and she frowned at how short it was.

“Are you seriously watching Game of Thrones without me?” Sam questioned with a look of hurt as she watched the TV.

You scoffed at her words as you reached for the remote, “No, I was watching the older seasons while I waited for you. Do you really think I’m that evil?” You teased with a playful smile.

“Sometimes,” Sam quietly mumbled under her breath, hoping you didn’t hear her smartass comment, but luck had never been on her side.

“Well, then,” you said as you stood up from the couch, “If you want to complain about me, then I’ll just leave.”

“Come on, Y/N. I was just joking,” Sam whined as she watched you get up, hoping you were joking and weren’t upset, “Please sit back down.”

Deciding to take your joke a little further, you walked away from a disappointed Sam and into the kitchen. You heard your girlfriend groan, and you had to bit back a laugh as you grabbed a bottle of water before returning to your seat next to the woman.

You said nothing as you grabbed the remote, picked the episode you and Sam had left off on, and sipped your water before setting it on the coffee table and resting your head on Sam’s lap.

“I knew you weren’t actually mad,” Sam softly said as she ran her finger through your hair, and you hummed in response. You enjoyed these soft moments with Sam, even though she could be intense sometimes. You were naturally reserved and took to hiding in the shadows whenever you could, but when you were with Sam, you felt comfortable enough to let down your walls, and Sam loved that she brought you comfort.

Of course, because you were so reserved and passive, you let people take advantage of your niceness. You were never one to say no to people, so some nights, Sam would find you staying up until two in the morning finishing homework for people who only used you for their benefit.

Sam had tried to talk to you about letting people do this to you, but you shrugged it off and told her that you didn’t mind helping your colleagues occasionally. So, Sam became naturally protective of you, and if she were with you when someone asked you to do their homework, she would ‘politely’ tell them to fuck off. And you would hate to admit it, but you found it quite hot and flattering.

After you two finished an episode, you yawned and checked the time before groaning. “Come on, Sam. It’s time for bed,” you stated as you lifted your head from your girlfriend’s lap and stood up. Sam groaned as she stood up and followed you into her room, and she grabbed some clothes for her shower.

“Wanna join?” Sam asked with a mischievous smirk when she felt your eyes on her as she walked toward her bathroom. “You know, honey. There’s a gun in the footlocker in the garage. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to use it on me,” you replied, smiling as you followed Sam into her bathroom.

You undressed as Sam turned on the shower and took off her clothes as well. When the water was hot enough, you both stepped in and shared a kiss under the shower. “I love you,” Sam mumbled against your lips before pulling back and grabbing a pink loofah sitting on a shelf in the shower. “I love you too,” you replied as Sam turned you around, put some soap on the loofah, and gently washed your back.

The way Sam was with you, you couldn’t describe it. She was so gentle and loving, and she made sure you were always safe, sometimes being a bit too overprotective. Some people saw that as controlling, but you knew the real Sam; she would let you do whatever you wanted, as long as you were safe and updated her once every couple of hours. She just worried about you and wanted to protect you at all costs, even if that meant painting the town red every once in a while.

You two finished up your shower after sharing a few stolen kisses and got ready for bed before you laid in bed together. “Come here,” Sam said as she pulled you closer to her body, and you tucked your head into her neck before kissing her soft skin.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Sam whispered as she held you close. “Goodnight, Sam,” you replied with sleep in your voice. After a few minutes, you quickly fell asleep in your girlfriend’s arms, the safest place you could be.

Only, you didn’t know about the monster she hid within herself. You had no idea that your loving girlfriend was the same person violently murdering people at night, but all secrets are unveiled in the end.

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“Aren’t you guys worried about the Ghostface attacks happening all over the city?” Your best friend Olivia asked. You two were at the library with Tara and Mindy, trying your best to cram in a study session before your calculus exam at the end of the week.

“Uh, no. I honestly would prefer it if someone violently murdered me to death right now because I do not want to take this exam,” Mindy replied nonchalantly as she flipped through her math packet, “You know, I’m glad Isaac Newton died a virgin, this shit is stupid.”

“I agree with you on that. But I am a little worried about the attacks, even though it hasn’t been confirmed as Ghostface ones,” Tara replied hesitantly.

Olivia shrugged at the two responses before turning to you, “What do you think about them?”

Unlike Mindy and Tara, you weren’t at the 2022 attacks, so you never had a connection with Ghostface until you started dating Sam. “I don’t know what to think,” you replied after thinking about it briefly. You weren’t much of a talker, even with your closest friends, and the current conversation was one you didn’t know you would ever be having.

“Whatever, I just think you guys should be extra careful. Especially you, Y/n,” Olivia said as she reached out and touched your wrist. “What? Why me?” You asked with concern.

Olivia gave you a flirtatious smile as she squeezed your wrist, “Because, silly, you are dating the daughter of the original killer. If that doesn’t put a target on your back, I don’t know what will.”

For unknown reasons, Olivia’s comment made your blood boil. She had no right to assume you were in danger just because you were dating Sam.

“Am I interrupting something?” A low voice asked from behind you, and you quickly pulled your hand away from Olivia’s grasp as you turned to face the voice. It was Sam, but there was something in her eyes that you hadn’t seen before, and it scared you. You knew that Sam would never hurt you, but you were still afraid of the murderous look she had.

‘No, we were just talking about the recent attacks,” you said with a smile, trying to ignore Sam’s murderous gaze. “Mhm,” Sam replied as her eyes burned into Olivia’s, who seemed ignorant about Sam’s frustration when she threw an arm around you.

“Y/N, here, seems to not care about the attacks, and I tried telling her that she needs to be worried!” Olivia exclaimed as she pulled you closer to her, and you tensed up at the contact. Physical touch was never your forte, but you only loved it from Sam, so everyone else who touched you made you uncomfortable.

Sam’s eyes darted between you and the girl, and she noticed how your eyes cried out for help, so Sam reached out to you, and you graciously accepted her hand. “I’m sure that Y/N is more than capable of protecting herself, Olivia. I wish I could say the same about you,” Sam replied as she pulled you from Olivia’s hold and to your feet.

Olivia huffed at Sam’s words before returning to her homework, clearly embarrassed that Sam had implied she couldn’t protect herself, which was true.

“I’m going to head home; you two coming?” You asked Mindy and Tara as you packed your things and placed them in your backpack. “No, I’m going to stay a bit longer; I’ll text you when I leave,” Mindy replied, and Tara said the same thing.

“Alright, just be safe. I love you two,” you replied, smiling before leaving the library with Sam.

“‘I love you two,” Sam stated once you two had gotten in the car, and you were confused at her reciting your words from before. “What?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

Your girlfriend started the car and looked at you before driving to your apartment. “You just said, ‘I love you two,’ and it confused me; that’s all,” Sam admitted as she continued driving. You were even more puzzled at her explanation, and you were worried that she was jealous.

“Sam, I don’t love them like I love you, so if that’s what you’re implying, then I don’t appreciate it,” you confessed as you fidgeted with your fingers, and Sam felt guilty for the misunderstanding.

A gentle and loving hand reached over and grabbed ahold of your hand. “No, I was implying anything like that, Y/N. It’s just you said ‘two’ and not ‘three,’” Sam observed with a smile, glad you didn’t tell Olivia you loved her.

“Oh, yeah,” you weakly replied as you laced your fingers with Sam’s. “Is everything alright?” Sam questioned when she heard your change of tone.

You sighed as you squeezed her hand and looked over at her; she had her eyes focused on the road but would occasionally look over at you when she had a chance. “Promise you won’t get mad?” You asked, and Sam immediately tensed up, expecting the worst.

“Depends on what it is,” Sam coldly stated, and you couldn’t decide if you should tell her the truth.

You took a deep breath and kissed the back of your girlfriend’s hand before you admitted, “Olivia kind of told me she has feelings for me.”

Sam scoffed at your statement, and you could feel the anger radiating off of her, but she gently squeezed your hand, telling you she wasn’t mad at you. “How long ago did she tell you?”

And that’s where the problem was; Olivia had told you almost two weeks ago, and you had hoped to avoid the situation altogether, but now you are driving home with your angry girlfriend.

“Two weeks ago,” you mumbled with your head hung low as Sam approached your apartment. Olivia’s confession surprised you, as you had been dating Sam for some time, and she also knew about your relationship. You explained to her that you cherished her friendship and that you cared for her, but only as a friend. And you also told her that your heart only belonged to Sam, which seemed to anger her, but you ignored it as jealousy.

“Unbelievable,” Sam huffed as she removed her hand from yours, and your heart sank at the loss of contact as tension filled the air. Her eyes were once again filled with that murderous rage, and you cowered in your seat, hoping she wasn’t angry with you, but you didn’t believe that for a second.

You two sat silently for several moments before you grabbed your backpack and opened the door. “Goodnight, Sam. I love you,” you weakly said with a weak smile as you exited the car and shut the door. You hated yourself for not telling Sam as soon as you found out, but you were just trying to protect Olivia from Sam’s wrath. But now, as you walked into your apartment building, still feeling the tension from earlier, you wished you could take it all back.

You had gotten in the elevator, and just before the doors shut, a hand slid in and opened the doors back up, and Sam stepped into the small metal box. “I don’t want you to go up alone,” Sam admitted while looking at the ground. You smiled at your girlfriend and gently brushed your hand against hers, and she laced your fingers together.

When the elevator reached the eighth floor, the doors opened, and you two walked to your apartment room together. “Are you coming?” You asked once you unlocked your door and pushed it open. The way Sam’s eyes refused to meet yours was laughable, but you feared that now wasn’t the best time to laugh at her insecurities.

Without saying a word, Sam allowed you to pull her into your place, and you shut and locked the door before taking Sam into your room. You set your backpack on the floor and pulled Sam into a loving hug. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, Sammy. You have every right to know about Olivia having feelings for me; I just hoped I could have avoided the situation entirely,” you admitted against Sam’s chest as the older woman kissed your head.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m just glad I know now. And I’m not mad at you; I’m just upset with you, but I forgive you. You can’t control how people feel toward you, and I can’t control how awesome my girlfriend is,” Sam stated with a smile, even though her beautiful brown eyes still had a hint of anger and rage in them as you pulled back and looked at her.

You quickly kissed her before pulling out her grasp and getting ready for bed. “Are you staying here?” You asked while changing into your pajamas. It was only a little past five in the afternoon, so you hoped you could make dinner and watch a movie with your girlfriend.

“No, I got some stuff I have to do tonight,” Sam replied as her hungry eyes raked over your body as you changed, trying her best to keep her composure. “Like what?” You asked with a curious look.

A slight smirk appeared on Sam’s lips as she spoke, “Well, that takes the surprise out of it, doesn’t it?” You rolled your eyes at her reply but kissed her once again before you followed her into the living room. “Just be safe, Sam. And let me know when you get home,” you stated with a hint of worry. You knew Sam could protect herself, but that didn’t stop you from worrying.

“I know, Mom,” Sam sarcastically said with a smile. “Sam,” you deadpanned, and the woman shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, “I’m being serious. If I don’t get a text back when you get home, I will have your head.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll have my head soon enough,” Sam joked with a sly smirk as she kissed your lips and opened the front door, “But I promise I will text you. Okay?”

“You better.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied as Sam smiled and left your apartment. And you quickly locked your door before going into the kitchen and making some dinner for yourself.

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The sound of your phone vibrating awoke you from your sleep. You fumbled for your phone before you grabbed it and answered the call. “Hello?” You husked as sleep was evident in your voice.

“Y/N! Are you okay? Where are you?” Tara panically asked as she paced around her room. It was almost two in the morning, and she was studying for her math test when the news came on, and her blood went cold.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m at my place. What’s going on?” You asked as you slowly moved in bed and turned on your bedside lamp. “Turn on the news,” Tara breathlessly replied.

Doing what the younger girl told you, you grabbed your TV remote and turned on the TV. “- A man was stabbed to death near 56th Street early tonight. Police are yet to release any information on the suspect, but we do know the suspect wore a Ghostface mask. As for the victim, 28-year-old William Donald was stabbed 22 times and killed. We are aware that Donald has had a history of sexual abuse cases, so we are left wondering if this is the act of a vigilante-”

Ringing was all you heard as the news anchor continued talking. You could see his mouth moving, but you only heard ringing as you exited your bed. You could faintly hear the voice of Tara as you texted Sam. You never received a text message from her, and you were starting to freak out; she always would text you when she got home, no matter how busy she was.

“Y/N? Are you there? Hello?” Tara asked as the ringing finally left your eyes, and you started to come back to reality.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked, and your heartbeat stopped when you heard Tara’s reply, “I thought she was with you.”

Panic coursed through your veins as you sprung up from bed. “No, she left here around 5, and she was supposed to text me when she got back home,” you replied as you put Tara on speakerphone and searched for different clothes.

“She never came home last night, Y/N,” Tara uttered, and your body went rigid. Thoughts of what could have happened to Sam ran through your mind as you changed into better clothing. “Fuck. Have you tried tracking her phone?” You asked while putting on shoes.

“Yeah, Life360 said her phone is off or dead. Y/N, I’m scared,” Tara weakly said; you swore you could hear the faintest sniffle. “Tara, it’s going to be alright, okay? I’m getting ready to head over, and I’ll be there in 10 minutes, okay?” You stated as you grabbed your keys and left your room.

“Okay, just let me know when you are here. Be safe, Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you too; I’ll be right there,” you replied as you hung up the phone and opened the front door to your apartment, and you nearly had a heart attack.

Sam stood before you with her hand raised as if she was getting ready to knock. She wore a blank expression while her eyes were dark, almost evil-looking, as they searched your face something. You quickly pulled Sam into a bone-crushing hug before you pulled back from her and slightly pushed her.

“What the fuck, Sam?! You don’t text me when you get home, and Tara just called me freaking out!” You exclaimed while your eyes examined her body, checking for any injuries she might have.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for her haunting dark eyes that never left yours. She wore all-black clothing, and her hair was damp as sweat glistened near her hairline. “Why are you sweating, Sam?” You questioned as your walls started to shoot up. You couldn’t help it that your first thought was that Sam was cheating on you; she didn’t text you back, either turned off her phone or let it die, and appeared in the black of night, sweating and with dark eyes that told the story of dishonesty.

“I ran here as soon as I could. I heard about the attack, and I needed to make sure you were alright,” Sam said as her hands reached out to your sides, but you pulled back, and Sam felt her heartbreak.

Your eyes darted over her face as you tried to decide what to do; on the one hand, you were glad that Sam was safe, but on the other, you were pissed she ghosted nine hours. “Why didn’t you text me when you got home?” You asked as you hid all emotion from your voice, and Sam knew she fucked up.

It’s not like she could tell you the truth; you would be mad at her either way. She hated lying to you, but she only did that when the truth would either push you away or sound like a lie. “I was picking up a gift for Tara, and I didn’t want her to know where I was, so I turned off my phone, and I lost track of time picking up other things for her,” Sam explained as she took off her bag and moved things around in it. You swore you could see the faintest outline of a white mask before Sam blocked your view with her body, pulled out a small rectangular box, and handed it to you.

You gave her a questionable look before slowly reaching out and accepting the box. It was light, but when you moved it around, you heard something move from side to side. You slowly took the lid off, and you smiled at the necklace.

It was a golden heart-shaped locket with floral designs on it. When you opened it, two small pictures were in it. One was a picture of Tara and Sam, and the other was of the Core Four plus you sitting on a couch.

“I picked this up from the jeweler's store earlier and got the pictures from Walgreens. I put them in the necklace while I sat in my car and made her a scrapbook. I guess I lost track of time, and I only realized how late it was when I heard about the attack on the news,” Sam said as she pulled out a scrapbook and handed it to you as well.

On the front center of the book was a weathered picture of Tara, Mindy, and Chad when they were close to eight, wearing matching ninja turtle pajamas. A small sticky note read, ‘When you guys performed a synchronized dance to convince me to let the twins stay the night.’ Underneath the picture, written in black Sharpie, were the words “The Core Four Adventures” and in smaller handwriting, “plus Y/N L/N.”

You laughed to yourself as you read over your name. “Tara would have gotten mad if I didn’t include you,” Sam whispered as she shuffled from foot to foot. You gave your girlfriend a loving grin as you felt your walls crumble before you opened your apartment door and ushered her in.

You two sat on your bed together as you flipped through the scrapbook, and you could tell this must have taken her hours to make. There were several pictures on each page, each with a small sticky note next to it, explaining how much the picture meant to Sam. Every picture included Tara, except one, and your chest fluttered as you looked at it.

It was a picture of you and Sam just before you started dating. You two were hanging Christmas ornaments on a tree. You were placing one on the tree while Sam held one in her hand, staring at you with the most lovesick eyes you had ever seen. The smile on her lips made your heart melt, and tears brimmed your eyes as you read over the sticky note. ‘This was the first time I realized I had feelings for Y/N. I was in denial about it until you showed me this picture you took of us. You changed my life that day in the best possible way, and I thank you every day when I wake up with Y/N in my arms.’

“Tara likes to say she brought us together, so I felt like I had to include that one,” Sam said as her eyes searched your face and noticed the tears in them, and panic set in. “I'm sorry. I should have asked you first if I could put it in,” she apologized as she took the book from you, “I can take it out if you want me to. Fuck, I am so sorry-” you cut off her rambling with a kiss, silently telling her it was okay.

“Sam, it’s okay. I love it,” you mumbled against her lips as you pulled away and set the book down next to the necklace. The dark look Sam had in her eyes was gone entirely, replaced with only the love she felt for you. You smiled at the change, stood up from the couch, and pulled her into your bedroom.

When you got in bed and cuddled into Sam’s arms, you quickly drifted off to sleep, feeling the love radiating off Sam’s body. How she was so gentle with you told you that Sam was telling the truth, and you let all the worry and doubt slip away as sleep took you.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam was glad you didn’t try anything with her tonight, or you would have seen the bruises and cuts that littered her body from William Donald fighting back.

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Two weeks had passed since then, and three more murders happened. With each killing that occurred, your fear increased with it as each one slowly got closer to your apartment. You didn’t fear for yourself per se, but you feared for Sam and the others.

“Sam, I don’t understand why you aren’t worried! Like, at all!” You exclaimed one night while you were over at her place. She has been nonchalant about the murders, but she still makes sure you have all kinds of protection on you when you leave her sight, anything ranging from mace to a small blade. Sam might not have been openly worried, but she made sure you were safe all the time.

You two have been arguing all night about the attacks, and it seemed the more time passed, the angrier you got, while Sam seemed to calm down more.

“Y/N, I am always worried! I just don’t want to freak you or Tara out with my worrying, so I’ve laid off on it,” Sam defended as she paced back and forth in her room while you sat on her bed. Naturally, she was worried, just not about the Ghostface attacks. As your fear increased for her and her sister, she became more worried about how you would handle the fact that she was the Ghostface that had been murdering people. It’s not like she was just playing eenie meenie miney mo to determine her next victim, Sam was picking the scums of the earth, those who had caused harm to others, and she played the judge, jury, and executor perfectly.

“That doesn’t help, Sam, and you know it!” You retorted as you pushed yourself off the bed and left Sam’s room. “Hey, where are you going?” Sam called out as she was a few paces behind you.

“I’m leaving,” you replied as you put on your shoes and grabbed your bag. “Y/N, you can’t leave. It’s dark out, and you said it yourself: The killings are getting closer to your place, so why don’t you just stay here?” Sam reasoned as she cautiously reached her hands out to you, and when you didn’t pull back, Sam wrapped you up in a hug, “Please, just stay here tonight. I know you’re pissed at me, but we need to talk it out instead of leaving.”

A few beats of silence passed before you mumbled against Sam’s chest, “I hate it when you’re right.” Sam laughed at your response and placed a quick kiss on your head before she pulled back, “Come on, let’s go to bed. I miss my girlfriend, and I really like some cuddles.”

You placed a quick kiss on Sam’s lips before you followed the woman into her room. You two climbed into bed together, and Sam quickly wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest. She held you as if you were going to disappear in a matter of seconds, and the comforting hold brought you enough peace to fall asleep in minutes.

While you were fast asleep, a single tear ran down Sam’s cheek as she realized this might be one of the last times she held you in her arms. Afraid that when you found out the truth about her, you would turn her in, or worse, tell her that you wished you had never met her.

Sam could handle you turning her in to the police, but she could not stomach hearing you, the person who changed her life and made her believe that she was more than a cog in a machine; tell her that you regretted meeting her.

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The loud bass of music rang throughout the house as you pushed through the crowd and tried to find Tara. You had zero intention of coming to this frat party, but Tara told you that she was coming after she promised Sam she wouldn’t go. You were trying to save Tara from an angry sister, and you were trying to protect yourself from a grumpy girlfriend. You sent Sam a quick text, telling her that you were hunting down Tara at a frat party and that you should be home relatively soon.

“Hey! Have you seen Tara?” You shouted over the music at Mindy and Anika, who were passing around a bottle of whiskey. “No, but you might want to check the backyard. I think they are playing beer pong,” Mindy replied before taking a swig of the bottle, and you laughed to yourself when she made a sour face.

Finding Tara in the backyard was a more complicated challenge than you initially believed. The grass was packed with drunken people standing shoulder to shoulder as they stood around a table watching two challengers play an intense game of beer pong. You were making your way to the table when a hand grabbed yours and turned you around.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you! It’s been forever!” Olivia slurred out as she pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, and the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils.

You had been trying to avoid Olivia ever since you told Sam about the girl having feelings for you as a way to respect your girlfriend while trying to help Olivia lose feelings for you.

“Yes, it has been,” you replied with a fake laugh as you tried to wiggle your way out of Olivia’s hold. “So, how have you and Sam been? Still kicking it with grandma?” Olivia joked, but you could hear the venom in her words. She has never been fond of your relationship with the Carpenter girl, and whenever she gets drunk, she loves to let you know about her distaste for Sam.

You gave Olivia a fake smile, “Of course.” You wanted to mention how she was in a relationship with a freshly eighteen-year-old while she was pushing twenty-three, but you kept your mouth shut.

“I don’t know what you see in her. Honestly. She’s a bitch to everyone else, and she’s controlling,” Olivia said as she licked her lips while her eyes dropped down to your lips. ‘Please don’t,’ you thought as you watched her stare at your lips before looking back at you.

“Sam isn’t a bitch, she just doesn’t trust easily. And she’s not controlling; she lets me do what I want, as long as I’m safe,” you explained as you looked around for Tara, but a hand gripped your neck, causing you to turn your focus back to Olivia.

“Don’t look at anyone else. Please, Y/N. Just look at me,” Olivia whispered just before she slammed her lips against yours.

You didn’t have time to react before a booming voice called out from behind you, “Y/N, what the fuck is going on?!”

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Sam could only hear the sound of ringing in her ears as she stood over some fool’s body. The man she had just murdered was a local school teacher, and he had gone to trial for acting inappropriately towards his students. Of course, he was able to walk free and return to teaching within a week, claiming he was an innocent man who had been a victim of a coup to get him out of education.

Of course, when Sam held a knife to his throat, his lips sang with all the crimes he had committed within those school walls, and when her knife cut his throat, she smiled as she watched the blood spill out across the floor. This had been the first murder within a couple of weeks; she only stopped for a period of time, so your worry would die just a bit. And it did, and Sam was glad that you were finally able to stop worrying about some murderer who might or might not come after Sam and her found family.

Still in her Ghostface and gown, Sam left the teacher in an abandoned building and went out to her car. She quickly changed, threw her outfit and mask in her trunk, and smiled when she saw your PlayStation. You were bringing it over so you could teach her how to play video games, even though you both knew it was going to end terribly. She closed the trunk, got in her car, and drove home. It might be odd to say, but she missed you at the moment. Sure, she might have just murdered a man, but she was still a softie who needed her nightly cuddles.

As she was driving, her phone dinged with a text message, and Sam hoped it was you letting her know that you were heading over to her apartment. But she frowned as she read over the words.

Mi amor 💕💍: Hey, please don’t get mad at me, but I’m at a frat party hunting down Tara. You know, the one that you told her not to go to. We should be home soon once I find the little shit. Anyway, I love you, Sam. See you soon <3

Of course, she smiled at your sweet words but couldn’t help the anger that stirred in her as she thought about Tara disrespecting her wishes. Tara had been just as worried as you were about the murders, but when they stopped for two weeks, Tara had made the decision that they were done for good and believed that she was free to party as much as she wanted.

“Sam, you told me not to worry about the killings, and I’m not! I’m just going to go to one tiny frat party to celebrate,” Tara reasoned one night after telling Sam she wanted to go to a party.

“Absolutely not,” Sam replied, immediately shooting down Tara’s hopes of getting shit-faced. “Just because the killings have stopped doesn’t mean you have to go out and party to celebrate.”

Because of this, the two sisters got into an argument, one with Tara saying that Sam was ruining her life and another with Sam saying that she was trying to protect her sister from having the life that she once had. Now, both girls were in the wrong, but you said nothing as you listened to them battle it out with words.

And that leads us to the current situation: a pissed-off Sam doing 50 in residential, trying to get the party as soon as she could while you had your lips on another woman’s.

Sam shoved past the crowd as she walked into the backyard, and anger flooded her veins as she saw you and Olivia kissing.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?!” Sam demanded as she quickly approached you and Olivia. You two separated when you heard Sam’s booming voice, and you looked like you had just seen a ghost when you saw Sam.

“Sam, I can explain-” you started, but Olivia cut you off. “Sam, Y/N and I are in love. She doesn’t want you anymore; she wants me. So it’s best if you leave.”

The smile you saw on Sam’s face made your blood turn cold, and you felt the hair on your arms and neck stand up. It wasn’t the usual, loving smile you would see. No, this was something far more dangerous. There was no love in that smile, only anger, hurt, and a lust for something you couldn’t describe. Only when you saw the same lust flash in Sam’s eyes, you knew what it was: murder.

You’ve never seen Sam so angry before, but yet, you’ve never seen her this calm. It was as if she was born to have that serial killer in her eyes, and you slowly started to fear Sam at that moment.

“Y/N. What is going on?” Sam asked with a monotone voice as her eyes never left Olivia’s, and you could feel the anger radiating off of your girlfriend. You reached a hand out toward her and gently took Sam’s hand in yours. “Sam, I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like. I was here looking for Tara when Olivia grabbed me. She told me that it had been too long since we had last seen each other, and then she kissed me,” you explained, leaving out the details of her slandering Sam in hopes of saving your former best friend. But she ruined that for herself.

“Seriously, Y/N. You’re leaving out the best part!” Olivia exclaimed as she got close to Sam, and Sam made a sour face when she smelt the alcohol on the girl’s breath. “I told our dear, sweet Y/N that you were too old to take care of her and that she needs someone younger. Someone who can make her happy instead of reading her bedtime stories. And I also told her that you were a bitch, which, let’s be honest here, is the truest thing I have ever said!”

“Olivia, that’s enough,” a new voice stated, and you smiled when you saw Tara walk up. She staggered as she walked, but her voice sounded sober and threatening. “I’ll let you slander Y/N, but I draw the line at Sam. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The fuck do you mean I don’t know what I’m talking about?! Sam is, and always will be, a bitch! I mean, come on, Y/N! Why can’t you open up your eyes and realize how much better I am than her? Or are you just as pathetic as her? Huh? You're too afraid to give a real woman a chance, so instead, you stick with a pathetic former drug addict. I guess you were always weak, but I didn’t think you would be this fucking pathetic. But I guess you will always be-” Any word that was about to leave Olivia’s lips died when Sam’s fist connected with her face. The sound of bone crunching echoed over the loud music, and then it went silent.

The music was still playing, but Sam could only hear ringing in her ears as she hit Olivia again, sending her to the ground. Before you could react, Sam was mounting Olivia’s waist and continued her assault on the girl. When Sam brought her fist up again, you quickly caught it and forced Sam to look at you. “Sam, that’s enough. Let’s go,” you stated, leaving no room for negotiation as you pulled Sam off the girl.

Sam grumbled at your statement but got off of Olivia nonetheless. You, Sam, and Tara made your way out to the older sister’s car, only stopping to explain the situation to Mindy and Anika.

“Good luck with her,” Mindy joked as she watched an angry Sam sulk in the corner with Tara beside her while you talked to the two girls. “Tell me about it,” you mumbled with a weak smile before telling the girls goodbye and walking to Sam’s car.

The car ride was silent; not even music played to help ease the tension. You were in the passenger seat while Tara was in the back, silently praying to the old gods and the new that Sam would take pity on her, but she doubted that would happen.

When you three arrived at the Carpenter apartment, Sam made no effort to get out of the vehicle, whereas Tara flew out as soon as the car came to a halt. You looked over at Sam’s right hand, and you saw the knuckles were already turning a deep shade of purple while blood had dried on them.

Slowly, you reached out to Sam and gently took it in yours before bringing it up to your lips and placing a loving kiss on the back of her hand. When your lips made contact with her skin, Sam let out a sigh she didn’t know she was keeping. The way you were so gentle with her made her extremely emotional, and after the night she just had, she wanted to be vulnerable with you.

“I love you, Sam. You know that, right?” You said against your lover’s hand as you peppered kisses on her hand, then her wrist, and all the way up her arm, and you stopped at her shoulder, “I love you more than anything else, but you didn’t have to do that. You don’t have to defend me like that; it will only get you in more trouble with the media than you already are.”

“Y/N, I know you worry about me, but I had to defend you,” Sam replied while you placed another kiss on her hand.

“I know, Sam. But what will happen when people hear about this and-”

“I don’t care about what people say or think about me, Y/N! I don’t care! But I do care about you and everything that involves you. So if that means I have to throw a few punches from time to time, then I don’t care. Keeping you safe, that’s all I care about,” Sam breathlessly declared as her eyes finally met yours, and you saw love and understanding replace that lustful, murderous look.

“I know, and thank you for defending me, but I just worry about you too, Sam. You’re the love of my life, and I would die if anything happened to you,” you said with a soft smile as you looked at Sam with hearty eyes. Sam leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips and cherished the sweet moment with you, not knowing that it all would crumble down around her in mere moments.

“Are you ready to go inside?” Sam mumbled against your lips before pulling back. “Yep! Where’s my PlayStation at?” You asked as you turned in your seat and checked the backseat for it, but nothing came up.

“It’s in the trunk,” Sam thoughtlessly replied, too wrapped up in the moment with you to realize her grave mistake. “Okay, I’ll grab it real quick, and then we can head up,” you said with a soft smile as you got out of the car and went to the trunk. Only when Sam heard you open the trunk did she realize what else was back there, and she quickly got out of the vehicle and got to the trunk, but it was too late.

The crickets stopped chirping as if they knew about the situation as Sam slowly rounded the vehicle and was met with your expressionless face. “Y/N…” Sam trailed off as she looked in the trunk, and her heart sank when she saw that you were holding her blood-stained gown and caressing your fingers across the fabric. “I can explain this.”

You said nothing as you moved the gown to the side and grabbed the bloody knife that was formerly hidden. You traced your fingers along the blade's edge, and you shoved Sam off of you when she tried to take it from you in fear of you cutting your finger. Once you were done looking at the all-too-familiar knife, you set it down on the gown as you reached for the infamous Ghostface mask. You hadn’t to admit it, but the mask smelled like Sam, like your home. You ran a finger around the cheekbones and then around the hollowed-out eyes as Sam continued talking, but you could only hear ringing in your ears.

Only when you threw the mask down and closed the trunk did the ringing leave, and you could finally hear Sam talking again. “Y/N, please. Talk to me, baby,” Samatha pleaded as she watched you quickly walk off. Your head was completely empty as the woman beside you continued talking, continued begging you to speak to her, to hear her out. In another situation, it would have been amusing to see Sam beg this much, but not now. Not when you had just discovered she had been the one murdering those around the city.

The walk back to your apartment was one filled with tense, awkward silence once Sam realized she was going to get nowhere with you. Not right now, at least. She was going to give you some time to process what you had just discovered; she only hoped you wouldn’t take too long.

The older woman walked you up to your apartment, and only when you reached your place did you turn and face Sam. The look in her eyes broke your heart; it was full of regret that soon turned to grief. She was grieving her relationship with you, the future with you that she hoped would be a long and blissful one, and her life. You were Sam’s life, her heart, the reason she got out of bed in the morning, and she knew that she would not be able to live a life without you.

“Goodnight, Samatha,” you blankly said as you turned to open your door and shut it in Sam’s face. Once your door was closed, Sam couldn’t help the tears that escaped as her heart ripped open. She knocked and pleaded with a broken voice to get you to open that door and let her talk to you, but she got no reply. Sam knew it was useless; you had never called her ‘Samatha’ before, not even before you started dating.

Late one night, a couple of weeks after you had first met Sam, you asked her why she went by ‘Sam’ and not ‘Samatha.’ It was an honest question; you were curious as to why she wanted to go by her nickname, and you were glad that she did; it suited her a lot more than ‘Samatha’ did.

You thought she was going to tell you that she just thought it sounded cooler when she was younger, so she kept it. Or that she went by Sam because it was easy to say. You didn’t expect her to open up about her traumatic childhood and how her abusive mother would only call her ‘Samatha.’ She told you that her mother never had anything nice to say, and every sentence would either start or end with Samatha, and it would constantly be belittling her. “It just got to the point where I started to hate everything about myself, even my own fucking name,” Sam had admitted before finishing, “But Tara would always call me ‘Sam’ because it “sounded cooler.” So, I decided to keep the nickname.”

When Sam had told you that, the only thought that plagued your mind was making sure that Sam knew how much you cared about her. So, for the first time, you held Sam in her arms while you two slept on the couch, and Tara snuck a picture of you two cuddled together. And to this day, that picture remains Sam’s Lock Screen as she stares down at her phone with tears in her eyes as she tries to unlock her phone so she can call you.

“Come on,” Sam muttered as she called you, and she let out a pathetic whimper when it went straight to voicemail. “Come on, baby, please. I need you,” Sam muttered again as she tried to call you for a second time, but to no avail. Panic started to settle into Sam’s bones as she tried to call you again and again, and after realizing that you weren’t going to pick up, she left.

Sam doesn’t remember how she got back to her place or how long it took her; the only thing she remembered was leaving your apartment and then collapsing into her bed. For the first time since she stayed with her sister in the hospital almost a year ago, she cried herself to sleep. With every tear that ran down her cheek it signaled her love for you, her regret for lying to you, and her grieving for any future that you two might have had together.

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You didn’t talk to Sam for two weeks, and truth be told, those were the worst weeks of your life. You had gotten so used to falling asleep in Sam’s muscular arms that you were always cold despite having numerous blankets on top of you. When you would get up and go to the bathroom at night, you would always come back to an awakened Sam who was outstretching her arms, patiently waiting for you to come back to bed so she could cuddle with you some more.

Your heart cried out for the home you had once known, but now, you were sleeping in a cold bed with no one to warm it with you. You would twist and turn into the hours of the morning, and you would cry when you realized that Sam wasn’t coming back.

When you weren’t sulking at home about your collapsing relationship, you went to parties with Tara. The girl knew about your quick change in mood but just chalked it up to be your shy personality. At the parties, you would third wheel with Anika and Mindy, but when someone brought up the previous Woodsboro killings and ran their mouth with Sam’s name in it, you became unnaturally aggressive.

One moment, you were standing awkwardly next to the couple, and then the next, you were on top of someone, beating the holy hell out of them. It took both Mindy and Chad to pry you off of them, and that’s how you would spend every party you went to; getting into fistfights with random strangers. You had gotten into so many fights in such a short amount of time that your fists had turned a permanent dark purple color, and they ached every time you moved your fingers.

You and Sam might not be on the best of terms at the current moment, but you would be damned if you let some random stranger slander her name. You would die for that woman; you just needed time to process what you discovered about her. And if that meant taking your anger out on incels, then so be it. But it’s not every day that you find out the love of your life, your soulmate, is a serial killer. No matter if they were killing the innocent or the guilty, it still changed your perspective of things. You were getting ready to pay Sam a visit when the woman had texted you.

Sammy 😩🖤: We need to talk. You can come over here if you want to. Tara is home, so that way you might feel safer to be around me. Or I can come over to your place, whatever works for you.

Your heart broke as you read over Sam’s text again and again. The fact that she was worried that you might feel unsafe around her killed you, and you only wanted to hold her in your arms. But, you have also grown to know what it means when someone says, ‘We need to talk’; it always means a breakup.

The thought of your relationship ending with Sam was not one you had expected nor wanted, even though you ignored all of her attempts to talk to you. You weren’t doing it because you were angry; you were just trying to find the right words to say.

Instead of ignoring her texts like you had done with the previous ones, you replied.

Y/N L/N: Yeah, I’ll head over to your place. I’ll be there in ten minutes

With a deep breath, you put your shoes on, grabbed your phone, and walked to Sam’s apartment. The walk there was peaceful despite the late afternoon traffic. It allowed you to think about what you wanted to say to Sam when you saw her for the first time in two weeks, and you hoped that you could save your relationship with the woman.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of Sam’s door, and you took a deep breath before you knocked. In a matter of moments, the door opened, and your heart sank as you looked at your lover. Her eyes were darker than usual and had bags under them. You knew Sam hardly slept without you, and in a weird way, you were glad that the both of you needed each other. She had stress lines that showed near her eyebrows and a fake smile as she moved to the side and let into her apartment.

You followed Sam to her room, and she shut the door as you sat on her bed, preparing for the inevitable breakup that was surely to occur.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk with me,” Sam stated as she awkwardly stood between you and her dresser. She shifted from one foot to another and fidgeted with her hands before shoving them in her bomber jacket pockets. “There’s some stuff you need to know about before I start talking about why I wanted you here.”

You nodded at her words, silently encouraging the woman to continue, and with a deep, shaky breath, she did. “I didn’t want you to find out that way. I had planned to tell you at some point; I just didn’t know how or when. I knew that once I told you, I could lose you forever, and that scared the shit out of me,” Sam admitted as she blinked back tears but continued, “I love you more than anything, Y/N. I would die for you, but I respect your decision regarding our relationship. So if you’ll let me, I want to break up.”

A broken and weak noise left your lips as you tried to wrap your mind around Sam's words. You knew that it was coming, but hearing it with your ears made it real. “Why?” You asked as you tried to fight back tears, but when you saw how hard this was for Sam, you couldn’t help but let one escape. “Because I want to protect you, Y/N. And if you know about my activities and you choose to stay with me, you will get in just as much trouble as I would,” Sam reasoned.

“I don’t care,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I want you, Sam. No matter what you do. As long as you don’t get caught, I don’t care. I love you more than life itself, and being apart from you for just two weeks was enough hell to last me a lifetime. If you want to continue our relationship, I would appreciate that. But if you really want to stay together, I would like to return to my home then.”

When Sam realized that you were here for the long haul, she allowed herself to be selfish for the first time in her entire life. She slowly approached you and gently took your hands in hers. Sam ran her fingers over your bruised knuckles and placed a kiss on all ten of them before she spoke, “Tara told me you have been getting in fights.”

Feeling embarrassed, you tried to pull your hands away from Sam, but the woman refused to let you go, almost as if she was terrified you had finally come to your senses and were trying to make a run for it.

You stood up from Sam’s bed and wrapped your girlfriend in a tight hug, and you smiled when you heard her let out a whimper-like noise when she felt your arms around her. “I was only defending your name,” you mumbled into Sam’s chest as the woman laughed at your response. “You know I don’t care what people say about me,” Sam retorted with a small laugh.

“I know, but I still like to defend you from time to time, even though you can be an asshole sometimes,” you joked, and Sam only pulled you into a tighter hug. “Thank you, Y/N,” Sam replied and let a few beats pass before speaking again, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you stated as you pulled back from Sam’s embrace and smiled at the slight frown on the woman’s lips, “Are you ready for me to teach you some video games?” You commented as you turned on your PlayStation and grabbed a remote before sitting back down on Sam’s bed and patting a spot next to you.

Sam rolled her eyes at your action but sat down next to you. She listened as you explained to her how The Last of Us works and the lore of the game, but the only thing she really wanted to do was hold you in her arms. But when she made a pass at you, you rejected her advances until she played at least one mission.

You watched and had to bite back several laughs as Sam struggled to get down even the most basic of moves, but you were happy to have your Sammy back.

‘If she’s a serial killer, then what’s the worst that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?’ You thought as you watched Sam get angry at the clickers and almost throw her remote. No matter what happened, you were glad that you got to spend as much time as you could with Sam, your home.

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AN: there’s a small mention of Sam and her hands, and I pulled that inspiration from @samcscreams post about how Sam feels towards her hands. You guys should check out their work, it’s simply alluring!

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #melissa barrera #scream #Gf!Sam Carpenter #ghostface #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x female reader

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heeseung-min · 9 months ago

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Cause you could be the beauty

And I could be the monster

Beauty and Monster. That's what people have been described about you and Riki. The first time the got to know about you and Riki date, they couldn't believe it because both of you are so different. Riki's image is cold and grumpy, he often being alone because not many people are brave to talk to him. Meanwhile, you are the bubbly person. People described you as the sunshine not only because of your cheerful personality but also because of your beauty. So, it doesn't make sense to them that you and Riki could be dating each other.

But that's what people said. In reality, Riki is not that grumpy. His personality is introvert and he is comfortable on his own. You were the first one talk to him and that's what made both of you became closer and finally date each other.

However,

Some people won't agree with your relationship. Despite Riki having cold image, his handsome face still gather some fans from other classes and those became your haters when they get to know their favourite guy got a girlfriend.

You were in a toilet when you heard some students murmuring about something.

"Erghh, I hate Y/n so much. You guys saw how she tried so hard to be cute in front of people, right? I bet she's the one who begged Riki to date her just to make herself more popular."

"Yeah, she's so fucking annoying. If I get a chance I will pour boiling water to her face. Bitch. I guess we need to teach her some lesson."

You hate it.

You hate those people who think they can easily do what they want in your life.

If they want to teach you a lesson so you should do the same too.

"Yah, you two. You guys really think you can do something huh?"

Both of them looked shocked and didn't expect you to come out from the stall but then they smirked and went closer to you.

"Well, you heard everything we said. Might as well we teach you huh?"

Beside his introvert personality, Riki also an observant person. Even though he didn't really interact with people but he can knows what is happening to his classmates or the teachers.

That means he also can see what happened to you although you didn't talk anything. It's obvious to him. The way your hair is a bit messy like someone had pulled it and your clothes. The button on the top was missing and there was a wrinkle on the collar. He immediately knew someone was messing with you.

"Who did it, Y/n?"

"Huh?! Do-do what?"

Your doe eyes staring at him confusedly. But, your boyfriend can see through your lie. He went closer and started to caressed your hair so it's finally went back to good position.

"Your hair is messy although I know you will not let that happen."

He took a small brooch and pin it on the top of the buttons. You felt scared knowing that your boyfriend figured out what had happened to you.

"One of the buttons is gone. It looks like someone ripped it off you."

You shockingly looked at Riki. Did he really figured that out from just looking at you?

"So tell me baby. Who did this to you? I really hate when someone hurt my love."

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Because I'm the devil who's searching for redemption

And I'm a lawyer who's searching for redemption

And I'm a killer who's searching for redemption

A motherfucking monster who's searching for redemption

And I'm a bad guy who's searching for redemption

"Please! Please! Forgive us!! We won't disturb Y/n anymore!!"

The girls were crying and begging to Riki who was sitting in front of them. After successfully kidnapped both of them, he made the girls watched how he killed their parents. He even shove the meat to their mouth forcing them to swallow it.

"Huh, why are you guys being coward now?"

Riki giggled when the girls became silent. He stood up after few seconds and went closer to them while playing the knife on his hand.

"You guys can only do that to Y/n because she was alone. If it was at the public place, you won't even dare to lay a finger on her."

Riki light the lighter and let the fire went through the blade for few times. The girls were screaming and tried to back away from him.

"One thing I really hate about people is how nosy they are. Just like both of you and that's why you guys should die."

Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster

Hello everyone 🤓im back with yandere story!!! What do you guys think about this?😏😏 grrrr i really love when niki is the yandere

Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount @obsessed1with1straykids @huggyuvita @eeunoia @rowretro

#yandere kpop #yandere enhypen #kpop yandere #enha x reader #lee heeseung #park jongseong #park sunghoon #jake sim #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #yandere niki #enhypen niki #yandere enha #enha niki #yandere nishimura riki #yandere riki #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines

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platonicmoonwater00 · 2 months ago

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I see these everywhere. and i mean EVERYWHERE. and also i need motivation so lets go ig

10 notes- i'll drink on weekends too(i forget cos on weekends im just at home and not at school lugging around my frank green in my tote bag)

20 notes- i will(try to) pay attention in class

30 notes- i'll watch my whole watch later playlist on yt

50 notes- i'll actually do the techniques im learning in ✨therapy✨ to help with my anxiety and shitty social skills

75 notes- i'll take my iron tablets every day

100 notes- i'll start my assessments when i get them(i have one due tomorrow which i was gonna finish now but i'm doing this apparently)

125 notes- i'll ask my crush to hangout alone during spring holidays

150 notes- i'll try to go for a run or at least a walk every day

500 notes- i'll write another chapter of my fanfiction

1k notes- i will actually make an effort to get clean

2k notes- if i see someone pretty that i want to go out w in public i'll ask for their number cos holy fuck i need to put myself out there. even if we js end up being friends cos holy shit im lonely

3k notes- i will actually finished the dress i started making

4k notes- i will try to get over my crush cos its ✨never gonna happen✨(she so pretty and masc tho its gonna be hard)

5k notes- (this is so far up here cos idk how to do this so im gonnna need a lot of time to figure out how) im gonna try to demolish the rumour that im gay thats going around a bit.**

6k notes- i will finish all my crochet projects and not start any new ones until im done.

**context. i go to an all girls school and theres a lot of people so its not like everyone knows everyone, even in my year(theres approx. 174 in my year alone, and theres 6 year groups at my school cos high school is 7-12 where i live) but some people know me ig cos i know a few girl who are more notable, im in the top class and i recdntly started sitting with a group that the popular girls call furries.

(theyre a pretty big group and popular girls hate them cos one or two of them are trans - ftm, ftnb etc, no mtf cos my lovely/s catholic school wouldnt let trans girls in- several of them are gay, a few of them are emo, most of them are poc's and a few of them dont have english as their first language. overall they are seen as the "weird kids" in my year)

so this rumour apparently is going around that i like a girl in my class(i absolutely do but if you havent noticed my school is hella hoomophobic and i could very well get beat) which js isnt ideal and is gonna lead to a lot of issues, especially if a lot of people start believing it so if you guys have any advice pls lmk. and its not like i can js get a fake bf and show him off cos its a GIRLS SCHOOL. if i reconnect with a friend from primary school tho we could pretend to be dating and like make a post on social media. but then kids at his school would find out and hed either have to tell them its fake(which would eventually find its way back to my school, and when i say eventually i mean immediately) or he couldnt get a girlfriend so that probs wouldnt work.

i know it sounds like im making a mountain out of a molehill but ive got years to go here and i dont want to spend all my high school years getting bullied bc even if i went to a teacher about it or smthing id have to like analyse them first and try to figure out which ones are homophobic or not.

like learning about why "being gay is a sin"(pretend im saying that really mockingly) is literally in our curriculum.

holy shit that was longer than expected.

no pressure tags: @wishiwereheather13 @loserboyfriendrjl @fracturedsunsets @chasingthemoony @stars-and-leather @starsofleo

thats all im doing idk how you guys can stand js copy and pasting moots over and over i cant do this i did the first six that came up and that seems like enough 🤷‍♀️

begun doing

going to do

finished

#note challenge

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majesty31 · 2 years ago

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝟷/?

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 <𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟔.𝟑𝒌

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Moving to forks, where it would rain all the time was something to get used to, even tho I spent the summer here all the time it was still hard to leave my mom and all my friends. For Bella tho, it was harder to adjust, she hadn't been back in a while and what made it even worse for her was that she and our dad didn't have a really good relationship.

Tho my dad could be really awkward, he wasn't around me. Maybe it's because we have a lot in common or it could be because I just don't let things get awkward. I always have something to talk about.

The only other person I knew in forks other than my dad was my childhood best friend Jacob, who I would always spend the summer with. As kids, we were already insertable and it broke the both of us when I packed up and left.

Jacob was over-excited when he heard about me moving back, though when I was gone me and Jacob would still call a lot, always keeping in touch. But over the last few months before we moved back to forks, we had started to drift apart but the day we got there it was like I hadn't left.

Since Jacob went to school on the reservation I ended up not knowing anyone on my first day. This was one of the first times I was happy to have a twin, thus meaning I didn't have to walk the halls alone or eat lunch alone.

It was weird being the new girls. In such a small town where everyone knew everyone, we both stood out. The second we stepped out of the truck all eyes were on us. Yet another thing I forgot to worry about.

But after the first two classes, I was grateful to see my twin's face amongst the crowd. She motioned me over, only then did I see the unfamiliar faces she was sitting with.

I didn't pay much mind to her newfound friends, only did I snap out of my daze when they mentioned the Cullens who I had already heard about in one of my classes. They were the talk of the school until we got here.

Right when I got paired up with Emmit for a project in my history class I knew something was off with him. The first thing I noticed was how pale the boy was, un-normally pale. And maybe he was just a history buff with the way he knew all the answers before looking them up, which didn't seem like he was the type.

But to my surprise, there were more of them. All the same amount of pale.

"Damn talk about pale," I muttered to Bella when the whole pack of Cullens walked through the door. She only nodded in agreement but her eyes wouldn't leave the last boy who had come in alone, Edward they said his name was.

I could already tell my twin was attracted to him but it didn't look one-sided. I could see the way his eyes kept finding hers during lunch, and if I was being honest I didn't like the boy. He seemed too pale to be real.

I had Engish with the boy and of course, the teacher had to sit me next to him. It seemed like in every class there was a Cullen and every time I got either paired up with one or I had to sit next to one. Good thing was he didn't pay me much mind, which I was more than grateful for. As much as I love talking, the one thing I hated was when I met someone who liked it as much as I did. Which so happened to be his brother Emmit.

And this was how the days were most of the time, weeks passed and Bella seemed to talk more and more with the Cullen boy. Every day after school she would tell me the whole story of how they talked about the weather in class, no detail was left in the dust. I knew more about the boy than probably most of the people at school.

And every day I dreaded history class. The one class where Emmit would talk my ear off, and every time I would get the chance to talk, the boy would interpret me or talk over me. This made me hate the Cullen family more and more. The only time I was free of his voice was when I finally got home.

Bella would stay in most nights, talking with mom while I was out with Jacob. I would tell him all about Bella's crush on the Cullen boy and all about how Emmit was driving me crazy which Jacob always found really amusing. But when I was with Jacob I forgot all about my problems that weren't even problems at all, he was like my other half. And even tho Jacob loved to talk as much as I did, for some reason it never bothered me.

Even tho Jacob would tell me about everything that happened in his life, one thing he never shared was how he felt for my sister. I saw the way he always asked for her, the way he would look at her whenever they met, it was obvious. And even as smart as Bella was, she never saw it.

But how could she when her eyes were only on one pale Cullen. And as much as I wanted to bring up that topic, I never did. I knew that if I brought it up Jacob would only grow those feelings inside. So I never voiced it.

Tho I had my own truck, I would always end up driving with Bella. She was a better and safer driver than I was, I had already gotten so many speeding tickets and half of those had been from my dad. Instead of taking my drivers away like a normal cop, he ended up taking my truck away until I was more responsible. As much as I hated it, I also didn't mind spending that extra time with my sister.

"You know pale face over there won't notice you here unless you go and talk to him," I said to Bella from inside the driver seat, door wide open. She looked up from the book in her hands and narrowed her eyes.

"I don't care if he notices me or not. I like reading out here,"

"Right," I scoffed. "You like reading out in the freezing cold while standing in the lot with a bunch of loud teenagers," I said shaking my head when she rolled her eyes. But nonetheless, I let her do what she wanted, even if that meant getting sick just so a guy would notice her.

"Shit," I muttered, ducking my head trying to stay out of sight. Bella looked back, trying to see who I was hiding from.

"Who are you trying to avoid?" She asked, turning her head back to me.

"Emmit. He's been starting to talk to me outside of class and it's driving me crazy," Bella let out a small laugh, she knew all about my hatred for the boy, and just like Jacob, she found it amusing.

"I think he sees you," She laughed as Emmit started waving his hands and motioning me over. I groaned, hitting my head on the driver's seat before I got out of the truck and slowly made my way over to the buff boy.

"What?"

"Hello to you too," He smiled, shaking his head in amusement. "I just wanted to talk to you about the project due next week. If we want to get it finished on time we have to start doing it after school," My face paled, and overwhelming dread started to fill me.

"Maybe if we just do more in class-" I started but he cut me off.

"Still won't be enough time. Looks like you'll be coming over Friday Swan," He ruffled my hair, making me slap his hand away. The scowl on my face only made him laugh.

I turned and angrily walked away, grumbling to myself about how I got into this mess in the first place. If anything the reason we were behind was because of his none stop yapping.

All the anger vanished in my body when I heard the screeching of tires. I jerked my head up, spotting a black van which was speeding through the parking lot.

Bella with her head still stuffed in her book didn't hear the van that was making its way toward her. The only explanation for her deafness was probably that both of her earbuds were in.

Not even thinking twice I raced after my sister, screaming her name but it did no use, the van was too close. I could hear Emmit calling me back but I ignored him. Fear made my heart start pounding in my chest, so loud I could feel it in my ears.

I managed to make it to the other side of the truck, my hands ended up grabbing onto the box of the truck, stopping me in my place. As I was about to race to the other side, someone beat me to it. Like a flash, Edward had made it toward Bella before the van hit.

Confusion and fear hit me all at once when the boy pushed the speeding van away from Bella, making it slam into the side of the truck, most likely leaving a dent. But the place Bella was and the place where she was supposed to get hit was fine, no scratch.

Bella's eyes went wide as she looked at Edward, terrified and confused. His hand that was around her waist slowly slipped away as he got up, his eyes meeting mine before he ran off again. As Bella followed him with her eyes I glanced back at the Cullens who were all staring at the scene shocked.

I tore my gaze away and rushed toward my sister who was slowly taking her earbuds out of her ears, wide eyes meeting mine as I fell down in front of her. I felt down her arms and stomach, trying to see if anything was broken.

"Are you okay?" I asked, worry laced in my voice.

"Y/N–Edward," But before she could finish her sentence we both got flooded with students, all asking the same thing. My brows were furrowed as I stood up, eyes connecting with all of the Cullens as they all stared at me. Bella saw it too.

I sat in the waiting room of the hospital, playing with my fingers as I waited for my sister's checkup to be done. My mind was still playing the scene over and over again in my head, wondering if I had just imagined things. Did I hit my head? No, I couldn't have.

"Y/N?" I heard that all too familiar voice say. I didn't look up, hoping it was my mind playing games with me but when the boy sat down in front of me, dread again filled my body.

I lifted my head, eyes meeting his brown ones. I raised my eyebrows in a way of telling him to get to the point. He tried to hold back his smile, shaking his head like he always did whenever he found me amusing. But before he got to his point I cut in.

"What the hell is with your brother? Does he have some type of superhuman speed or something because that shit that he did only happens in the movies," Emmit was taken aback by my sudden outburst, opening his mouth to say something but again I cut in.

"And don't you dare say I imagined it or that I hit my head. It's two against one buddy, Bella saw it too. So you better tell me what the hell is going on because it's really fracking me out-"

"Whoa, easy there," He looked concerned now, his hands reaching out to me but after a moment of looking at the look on my face, he pulled his hands back. "How about when you come over on Friday I explain everything, yeah?"

After a moment of me staring at him, my eyes narrowing and my breathing calming down, I nodded. A small "Fine," Coming out of my mouth. I noticed Jacob making his way down the hall, looking around, trying to find the right room.

I excused myself and speed-walked toward Jacob. His eyebrows furrowed as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into an empty hallway, away from Emmit.

"You know people say hi now instead of grabbing them like in the cave days," He said, making me roll my eyes.

"Something weird happened today," I started, ignoring Jacobs's comment. "When I got to the truck I saw something," My eyes went wide. "Something not normal-"

"What?" Jacob interrupted, getting impatient.

"I saw Edward Cullen, run towards Bella and like push the van away," I explained, motioning with my hands. "But he was like really fast, like first he was on one side of the lot and the next thing I knew he was by Bella," Jacob blinked, a smile soon forming.

"Very funny Y/N," He laughed. "Right, he pushed the van away," He said, using air quotes. I scoffed, blinking as I shook my head. But every time I tried to say something he would cut in before I got the chance. "I'm not stupid Y/N, you've tried this on me before,"

"What, no I'm telling the truth-"

"Yeah right," He pushed my face away, laughing.

"No Jacob-" Jacob cut me off by putting his whole hand over my face, he was looking behind me. I slapped his hands away as I turned around, only to see Bella talking with the famous Cullen boy himself.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"Probably about how he pushed a whole van away from her,"

"No actually, cause he looks pretty pissed,"

"Yeah I would be too if I'd been found out-"

"Oh my god Y/N he didn't push a van away," I turned towards him, pointing my finger in his face.

"You weren't there,"

"Yeah and I still don't believe your bullshit story,"

"It's not bullshit-"

"Y/N, let's go," My dad said, motioning me over.

"You better stop reading your daughter superhuman stories cause she's believing them," I hit Jacobs's shoulder, making him wince.

"Ow," Meanwhile a curtain Cullen overheard what Jacob had said, stopping on the spot only to turn around and place his eyes on Y/N, who was arguing with Jacob, while her dad was pulling the two apart.

The next day thankfully was a Saturday, since my dad still wouldn't give me back my truck I ended up dragging Jacob with me to a library. Ever since that whole thing happened with Edward I was starting to get more and more curious on how he got like that. Super strength and speed weren't normal, and I also knew what I saw, even tho Jacob kept telling me the opposite.

After sighing out almost everything that was supernatural and had the power of strength and speed I went back to Jacobs's place. I had told my dad I was spending the night so this way I could do research for the whole night.

I had made myself a place on the floor, sitting on a fur blanket and one of Jacobs's hoodies that I stole from his closet, the nights here were always freezing. And since his dad wasn't gonna be back today we were both in the living room.

I had my books and laptop on the coffee table, already halfway through the fourth book while writing down notes on my laptop. And with the fireplace lit it made it really cozy.

Jacob tho didn't find this as fun as I did, and after complaining for hours I let him sit on the couch and watch his show on the big screen. It was maybe 3 in the morning when I jumped up, waking up Jacob who had fallen asleep on the couch when I jumped down on top of him.

He groaned, slowly opening his eyes only to glare at me as I hovered over him, eyes wide. I got off of him when he sat up, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, but before he could say a word I did.

"Do you remember those stories your dad used to tell us about your ancestors?" I asked, making him nod his head, confused. "Well I don't think those are just stories, I think that actually happened here. Which means that the Cullens must be the cold ones he talked about,"

"Think about it, they just moved here from Alaska of all places, they are all siblings but adopted, they are all pale as snow, they have wired coloured eyes, and they never come out when it's sunny. Edward can run super fast and is super strong. It all makes sense," I finished, out of breath. After a moment I sank down on the couch, waiting for Jacobs's reaction.

"I–how did you..." He stopped himself, confusion still plastered on his face. "There's no way those stories are true," He finally said, voice quiet, as if he was unsure.

"I know it's hard to believe but it all adds up," I said, sleep finally starting to settle in me. We were both quiet for what felt like forever before I finally spoke. "I'm gonna go to bed now wolf boy," I laughed, getting up and taking the giant fur blanket with me. Jacobs's eyes followed my form as I made my way toward his room.

Fear rose inside of him, he didn't know if Y/N was kidding or not. He didn't know if he should believe her or not. Finally, after a minute he laughed it off, deciding that this was some sick joke Y/N was playing, and made his way toward his room.

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel of my sister's truck, fear starting to slowly trickle inside of me. Today was Friday, and as promised I was on my way to Emmit Cullens' house. To be completely honest I wouldn't have gone if I didn't find out they were blood-sucking demons, which sounds like I should be saying the opposite.

Fear was the emotion I should be feeling when I turned on the road toward their house but for me, it was more of curiosity than anything else. My eyes kept drifting toward my phone which had the Cullens' address written in my notes.

Even tho Emmit insisted on giving me his number I refused. I couldn't have him texting or calling me, it was already painful having him at school, it'd be even worse if the boy started texting me while I was at home.

Soon a big house made its way into my view after seeing nothing but trees for miles. I could only guess why they had chosen a place so far into the woods. I pulled the truck into the driveway and hit the break before pulling the hand break up.

I grabbed my phone and my bag with all the things we needed for the project before heading toward the house. I sent Emmit a text telling him I was here before knocking on the door.

After a few minutes of standing in the cold the door opened, and to my surprise, it was Rosalie who was standing in front of me instead of the tall buff Cullen I was expecting. She narrowed her eyes before opening the door wider to let me slip past and into the house.

I kept my gasp in as I looked at the house, it was so open and looked just gorgeous. It had windows in all the right spots, leaving a clear view of the forest. If I was rich this would be the house I would go for.

"Swan, you made it," Emmit said as he made his way down the stairs, that same big grin plastered on his face. Even tho I knew what he and his family were I still wasn't scared of them, if they wanted to kill me I'm pretty sure they would have done so already.

"Cullen," I said making him laugh at my serious tone.

"I like this one," I heard Rosalie say from behind me. Surprise filled me as she walked past us and headed up the stairs. Rosalie never liked anyone, at least that was what everyone said.

"Are you just gonna stand there and gawk or are we gonna finish the project?" He asked, teasing me while raising his eyebrows. I glared at him.

"I wasn't gawking you pale idiot," This made him burst into laughter as he headed up the stairs.

"You never fail me, Swan. Don't change," He shook his head as we again walked up another flight of stairs before we came to a white hallway. I took in all the graduation caps that were hung on the wall, making more sense of how old they were.

He opened the door to his room and sat down on his giant bed. The room was plane, nothing on the walls and almost no furniture, other than a dresser that sat lonesome by the wall.

"Let's get this over with,"

After a couple hours of us doing work and Emmit's nonstop talking, we were finally done. I had taken my things and got out of his room in a hurry. Emmit was right at my heels as I made my way down the stairs. I stopped midway as I saw the familiar face. My heart stopped and my face paled. What the hell was she doing here?

"Bella?" She turned around at the sound of my voice, her shock turned into fear.

"Y/N?" I made my way down the rest of the stairs, grabbing her hand and pulling her away. "What are you doing here?" Was her first question.

"I could ask you the same thing?" The previous week she and Edward had gone public which didn't surprise me in the slightest, tho I wasn't fond of the fact that she was dating a vampire that could kill and maybe even turn her whenever he wanted.

She was about to say something but stopped, looking at the place where we had come from before pulling me down the stairs and outside, closing the door behind us.

"Why are you here Y/N? You have to leave," I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I was doing just that until I saw you standing with pale face over there," I motioned toward the house with my head making her sigh in anger.

"Edward and I are dating I have every right to be at his house,"

"Not with his family around," She looked at me confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I cursed to myself in my head, I couldn't exactly tell her that her boyfriend was a blood-sucking demon. That would just be cruel, I had to get her to leave with me.

"You know how I feel about the Cullens-"

"You mean Emmit?"

"Not the point Bella. If I hate Emmit, I hate the whole family," She rolled her eyes, planting her hands on her hips. "Look I just don't feel safe when your alone with people you barely know," Her eyes soften, she reached for me, taking my hands into her own.

"Thank you for worrying about me but you really don't have to. I am perfectly safe here trust me," She seemed so sure that they could be trusted, I felt bad that she didn't know the truth about this family. I knew how stubborn Bella was so I just nodded, not pushing her to come with me when I knew it would do no use. And if she all of the sudden did get sucked up by the Cullens, at least I would be able to bring them down with her.

"Fine, but call me if you feel unsafe okay?" She nodded, a smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into an embrace.

"Is that my truck?" She asked, pulling away from me, a knowing smile on her face. "Didn't dad say you weren't allowed to drive until you were responsible?"

"Hey, don't you go telling dad things he doesn't need or want for your information to hear," She laughed, shaking her head, hands in the air as a sigh of surrender.

"I won't tell," I narrowed my eyes before slowly backing away to the truck.

"Thank you," I yelled as I got into the truck. I watched as she headed back inside. Right as she was out of sight I let a sigh escape. I felt scared that she was alone with them, it didn't feel right to just leave her here when she didn't know what she just got herself into.

Later that day when she had gotten home I tried to get her to talk about what all happened with the Cullens, but she refused to tell me anything. And that's when it started, Bella was slowly pulling further and further away from me, she used to tell me every detail about her and Edward but since the day they made it official, she's been as quiet as a mouse.

It bothered me a lot but what could I do? Forse, her to tell me everything? No. I never ask about her life and she would just think something was wrong if I started to now. So I let her pull herself away, I still kept a close eye on her and the Cullens but everything seemed normal. Too normal.

I started to leave the vampier stuff behind, it didn't matter what they were so long as they weren't hurting anyone. And even tho it scared the shit out of me I kept it to myself. I stopped mentioning it to Jacob which seemed to relieve him.

Over the next couple of months, Jacobs's home was like a second home to me, and his dad became a second dad. I would spend supper with them more than my own family and sleep over more than supposed to, but his dad never seemed to mind. He always said I was like a daughter to him.

And since my dad was always busy with the newfound murder cases that have gone up, he really felt safer if I was with the Black family and not home alone.

But then things started to get weird. I knew how much Bella and Edward were in love, despite the fact that I hated it, so it surprised both me and my dad when she barged into the house announcing that she and Edward broke up.

Me and my dad had exchanged glances before following her up the stairs where she started packing her things. She was rambling on and on about how she wasn't happy here and no matter what both me and my dad said it still did no use.

At this point, my dad was begging her not to go, but then she hit him hard with the same blow mom used, and then she stormed out, with me right on her heels.

"Bella what the hell was that?!" I yelled, causing her to stop in her tracks. I never yelled. I never got mad. And she knew that. But after a little, she put her things in the box of her truck. She opened the truck door but I slammed it shut, causing her to flinch.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't just full-on insult and hurt dad and then just leave. Who do you think you are?" I was angry, and she could see that, but she wasn't about to back down like she usually would whenever I got mad.

"Get out of my way Y/N," She said, trying to open the door again but like before I slammed it shut.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on,"

"Y/N. I don't have time for this,"

"I don't care what you have time for. Now tell me before I make you," She glared at me, I could see she was getting impatient.

"Get the hell away from my truck Y/N! You're always standing in my way and it's starting to piss me off, god just let me leave, I don't want this life. I get it you do but don't you come crying to me when you turn into dad with no one to love you and no one who you can love," I was shocked at her tone, at her choice of words, and the way she angry shoved me away, causing me to slip and fall on my butt.

I stared, my eyes filling with tears as she drove out of the driveway like it meant nothing to leave us behind. My dad ran out of the house and crouched down in front of me, the same hurt and shock was dispaled on his face as I'm sure was forming on mine.

The next day Bella was back but she had a broken leg and her arm was slashed. At first, I wouldn't even go see her but after my mom practically dragged me over I ended up forgiving her.

After the summer and we were back at school, things between Bella and Edward changed and soon they ended up breaking up. I was relieved that the family ended up moving away, taking that pale-faced talking machine with them.

Even tho I hated the Cullens it still broke me that they left Bella here torn apart. Edward was her first love and her first boyfriend, so when he left she didn't know how to take it, and like I suspected she took it quietly.

She would sit up in her room for days, and those days ended up turning into weeks, and weeks into months. No matter what I tried she wouldn't leave her room. She wasn't talking to her friends and soon started to fail her classes.

I thought that sleep would do her good but boy was I wrong. The nights were the worst for everyone in the house. Almost every night I would wake up to the sound of Bella screaming, and every night both me and my dad would race to her room and wake her up.

Which only led me to sleep in her bed after she calmed down. This led me to stop having as many sleepovers with Jacob and made me try and fix Bella all on my own.

"You know she should really be trying to get over him," Jacob started as we sat in his truck on our way to go get food. This was the first time in a while since I'd been out, but that was only because Bella decided with a little of a push from both me and my dad to go out with her friends.

"You think I don't know that. I've been trying that for months. I think she really did love that pale-faced bloodsucker," Jacob scoffed.

"You still believe the tribe's story?"

"Yeah. Why else would your dad always tell us them? And besides, the Cullens aren't allowed on the reservation which says a lot," Jacob just rolled his eyes.

"You're so stupid," Before I could insult him back I saw something which made me yell for him to stop. Jacob stopped the truck, looking at me as if I was crazy before I jumped out of the vehicle. My eyes were wide as I crossed the road to get a better look.

"What the–is that Embry?" Jacob who was behind me let out a sigh before he nodded, putting his hands into his jacket pocket.

"Do you remember Sam Uley from when we were kids?" He asked. The name sounded familiar, causing me to think back to when we were younger. Then it hit me. Two years ago when I had come down for the summer, both me and Jacob along with the tribe had this bonfire, and at each bonfire Billy, Jacobs's dad would tell the story of the tribe. I remember Sam because he was always the one who would steal our food as a joke. Tho he always did end up eating it instead of giving it back.

"What about him?"

"Well that guy in the back is Sam," I snapped my head back to the group of boys who were at the edge of a cliff, some of them diving in with the push from others. I noticed a man in the back of the group, laughing along with the others, Sam.

"What the hell..."

"Yeah, that's what I said," He scoffed, shaking his head as he stared at the group of boys. "A little over a year ago Sam started this wired pack thing. He started getting more and more boys to join but I never thought Embry out of everyone would,"

Soon the rest of the boys started jumping into the water causing me to turn away. My eyes lit up in amusement when I saw the look on Jacob's face.

"Wait... are you jealous?" I teased, making him snap his head toward me. At his attempt to save himself, I burst into laughter which led to him hitting the back of my head.

The next day I got woken up by the last person I expected, Bella. As I was half asleep in my bed Bella was going on and on about how she wanted to get out more and try new things. The second she mentioned dirt bikes I sat up, causing a groan to leave my mouth at the sudden force.

I sat in her truck with a headache as she drove the both of us to Jacobs, the truck's box loaded with broken dirt bikes she found at the junck yard. After a quiet drive, we finally made it, my headache only worsened as she jumped out of the truck.

I saw Jacob walk out of the barn, and only when he notched it was Bella and not me he started jogging toward her, a huge grin on his face as he pulled her into a hug. After they pulled away I saw their lips moving before Bella pointed toward me. With concern, Jacob made his way to my side of the truck before opening the door I was leaning on.

"You good Y/N?" He asked as I glared at him for disturbing my peace and warmth. I pulled my hood over my head before I got out of the truck.

"I'm going back to sleep, don't let Bella do anything stupid," I warned, pointing my finger in her direction before I made my way to the house. I said a quick hello to Billy and then collapsed on Jacob's bed, falling asleep.

The next couple of weeks did good for Bella, she was slowly starting to heal the broken heart Edward had left. I could tell how good Jacob was for her and noticed the way she was slowly starting to laugh, smile, and open up again.

But I could also see the effect she was having on Jacob, I already knew that he had a small thing for her last year but now that they are together more often his feeling have time to grow. But I never said anything and just sat there as the two started to bond.

I was sitting on Jacob's couch, a book in hand as Billy sat next to me with the town's paper close to his face. It was just the two of us seeing that Jacob was out watching a movie with Bella and her friends. They had invited me to come but after I found out who was gonna be there I turned them down, much rather wanting to spend the day with Billy instead.

It had been a couple of hours since he left causing me to drift off to sleep. I must have been asleep for maybe 30 minutes before I heard the front door slam shut. I jumped up making the book I was reading a little ago fall to the floor.

Billy looked at Jacob with his brows furrowed, both of us taking in the way he was breathing heavily, and sweating like he had just run a marathon. I was about to stand up but the next words that came out of Billy's mouth stopped me.

"You look weird," Tho Billy didn't mean it like that it still came out sounding like he had insulted his son. As I took his words as concern Jacob took them as if someone had slapped him. His breathing started to become heavier and heavier causing me to look at him with worry.

I tried standing up to see if he was okay but Billy held his arm out, stopping me from making any movement. Billy looked at his son as if he knew exactly what was going on, and soon Jacob ran out of the house.

I followed him out, fear washing over me thinking that something bad had happened to my best friend. Billy was not far behind me, taking my hand and pulling me behind him as we both saw the scene unfold before us.

Jacob's heaving got worse and soon he looked up to the night sky, a sound that was like a growl coming out of his mouth before he ran, jumping into the air but his whole body changed. All his clothes were torn off as his body started growing fur and soon four legs appeared. I was too shocked to move as a giant wolf stood before both me and Billy.

The wolf let out a howl before running off into the woods. Even tho I believed the legends that Billy always told us I was still in shock after seeing my best friend turn into something that terrified me. We both were quiet for a long while before Billy turned toward me, his eyes soft but also concerned, not for his son but for me.

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hi!!!i wanted to do a request (im shaking as i write this bc this is my second time ever doing a request-) about Kayn having a crush on a reader that's part of Pentakill.Reader looks super mysterious and scary but in reality they're just shy and also have a crush on Kayn and both of them confess at the same time.Take your time and have a good day!!!

I am so glad you requested it! It's okay to be nervous! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I LOVE YOU AND I APOLOGIZE <//3

I LOVE THIS PROMPT- especially for someone who is in Pentakillllll like that is so exciting. I am so hyped for this! I hope you enjoy <3

Content / Warnings: Mature language (the 'b' word lol), Alcohol consumption. Not much else really....

Word Count: 1883

Kayn was never one to show his fanboy nature, even though everyone in Heartsteel already knew Kayn had a secret obsession- Pentakill. Specifically, the bands mysterious, cold and ominous bassist; you.

You on the other hand, although already being the bassist in a rock band, had somehow gained a reputation for being the "dark" or "moody" bandmember in comparison to Sona or Kayle. In reality though, you just liked keeping to yourself, rarely being the first one to speak, often sitting alone on the stage speakers or out back of the concert houses having a smoke before or after a show.

Regardless of the publics opinion of you, you loved your bandmates. You were just shy, so when Kayle approached you notifying you about a possible collab with your personal favorite band Heartsteel, you couldn't help but be incredibly anxious.

"What do you mean we are 'meeting' with them tomorrow," you inquired, glancing up from your book to see Kayle lean against the kitchen counter and take a drink from her cup.

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't you like... oh which one was it?" She pauses and you take in a deep breath before letting out a sigh. "Kayn, right?"

You sit up from your spot and set your book down. Arching your brow and rolling your eyes at the winged woman, you chose to ignore her inquiry.

She scoffed before saying a little quieter, "Well Yone said Kayn likes our bassist. Guess it's not that big of a deal. I'll tell him we will pass on the meeting."

She began reaching towards her phone on the counter, causing you to pause mid-stretch and jump up to stop her.

"Wait!" you shrieked, cringing at yourself immediately thereafter.

"I knew it," Kayle smirked. "Our meeting is at noon by the way." As she walked away, you slumped back onto to the couch and let out another dramatic sigh.

Kayn was going to kill Yone. Rhaast on the other hand was threatening to constantly break through at any moment with sheer excitement.

They were meeting Pentakill today. They- more specifically- were meeting you today. He was terrified. What if you hated him? What if you thought he was weird, or worse- what if Rhaast made an appearance and said something outrageous or out of pocket?

Kayn shook his head and rolled his eyes before splashing his face with water. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, silent dialogue only heard by him plaguing his mind.

Do not do anything brash, Rhaast.

Oh, I would never, Kayn.

The meeting wasn't long. There was clearly some sort of friendship history between Yone and Kayle. Beyond that, everyone chatted like long lost friends aside from you - always silent and observant, and Kayn who sat at the large meeting table across from you.

You didn't fail to notice how he consistently stared at you. You were lowkey jealous because you wished you had started first. You weren't about to have a staring contest with him now.

You hadn't realized you were dissociating into the wall next to the large bay window until you were snapped out of it by Kayle's voice.

"Y/N, did you hear me? We are going to partner up for our song collab." Her lips rose in an evil knowing little smirk. "You and Kayn will be working together." Damn her for playing teacher right now.

A blush immediately erupted on your skin as you glanced at Kayn and gave him a shy smile. He let out a dramatic sigh and you were ashamed to think you were actually excited to have a real excuse to talk to him for an extended period of time.

"Alright everyone, let's start today and you can all figure out arrangements for your individual meetings. We will have our group meeting biweekly. Once we have a song, we will figure out our practice schedule and all the other details!" Yone smiled politely and everyone began standing and walking to their partners. As you observed, you saw both sett and K'Sante give looks to Kayn as they passed by him, almost teasing.

You couldn't help but be mortified by their social ques. Had Kayle spilled the beans about your silly little crush on Kayn? Oh Gods, what if Kayn knew and was staring at you because he was wondering how the hell he got stuck with the quiet freak from Pentakill as not only his partner, but his crush.

You sighed inwardly as you walked slowly towards him, looking anywhere but his direction. He was more confident than you thought, looking straight at you as you could see through your peripheral and starting the conversation.

"Hello, Y/N, right? I guess I should introduce myself- I'm Kayn," he reaches out a hesitant hand. You smile politely, shyly, in response.

"I'm Y/N- well you already know that anyway, heh..." you stutter, flustered due to the close proximity between the two of you. You give another awkward smile, and then let out an exasperated breath before continuing. "So, when and where would you like to meet up for these brainstorming sessions?"

Kayn seems to pause for a moment, putting his hand under his chiseled chin in a thinking pose. His gaze leaves you for a moment, before returning to your own.

"Dinner, you pick where you want to go. I will schedule if you send me the name of the restaurant. Here, put your phone number in my phone," he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, not even second guessing the dinner suggestion. There's no way he could be asking you on a date, right? No, you're not delusional.

You input your number and quickly bid your farewell as Kayle waves at you from the door. You hadn't realized everyone was gawking at the two of you as they waited to leave for the evening.

"You know you don't have to do this at dinner Kayn? May as well have asked her out at that point," Sett smirks at him from his seat on the couch.

I told you, Rhaast hissed in Kayn's mind. It's too obvious now.

"Nah, don't worry. It is just a lunch between colleagues to brainstorm for a song. Nothing more, nothing less." Kayn glares at Sett, before walking into the bathroom to spray on some cologne for the first time in a very long time.

You were so nervous. Even more nervous than you had been previously. And when you get nervous, you babble.

So before leaving for dinner with Kayn that evening, you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror.

"Do not say anything stupid." Yeah, right.

"Do not be a clumsy mess as per usual." Will probably stumble trying to sit in the chair.

"Do not be ominous and awkward." Can't change your nature, baby.

Gods, your inner dialogue was a bitch.

You had chosen to wear casual yet flattering attire to your dinner, sticking to your usual all dark fabric and accessories. After getting ready and checking yourself out in the mirror once more, you went outside and got on your motorcycle with your backpack slung over your shoulders.

Letting out a shuddering breath, you began the not so long journey towards the restaurant. You had suggested one close by that you did enjoy, although the nerves in your stomach suggested you probably wouldn't be doing to much eating.

Upon arrival, you hung your helmet on the handle of your bike and stepped off. Before heading inside, you spared a glance at one of the windows only to see Kayn openly gawking at you stepping off of your ride.

Unbeknownst to you, he was thrilled to see you on a motorcycle. It was a thing with him, something about being rebellious or dangerous compared to the norm always caught his eye.

Quickly averting your gaze you let out a deep sigh to ready yourself and walked into the restaurant- ignoring the hostess and walking the corner to seat yourself in the booth across from Kayn.

Placing your backpack on the bench next to you, you let out a breath.

"Hi, Kayn," You smiled politely, your voice quieter than you had intended.

"Hi, Y/N," He smiled back. This evening his expression was eager, his eyes alight with dare you say- mischief. And you couldn't help but notice the slight blush that caressed his cheeks under the yellow lighting of the lamp above.

"So, do we want to order first or get right to business?" The question tumbled out of your mouth casually, and it took you a moment to realize that you actually felt quite comfortable sitting across from him in this moment.

"Well, I already ordered us both a drink. I hope you like Gin and soda," A gulp audibly escaped his throat and your lips twitched up in an almost smile.

"Actually, one of my favorite cocktails. Thanks, Kayn."

Gods, he liked the sound of his name on your lips.

The evening went on without a hitch, the two of you talking casually. By the time a few hours had passed, your food long since finished on the table in front of you, you realized you hadn't actually gotten to any brainstorming.

The drinks had started getting to you, loosening up your nerves. Before you knew it you were blabbering on and grabbing your backpack to pull out your notebook.

As you were looking down, Kayn was staring at you.

Just tell her, you coward. Rhaast was yapping again, but the booze had Kayn tuning him out. He was planning on it anyway.

"Sorry, I knew if I spent this much time with you I'd end up talking too much. Must be because of how much I like yo-," you paused. Were you saying this out loud?

You heard Kayn pull in a sharp breath, before softly saying,

"That's interesting. I was just trying to hype myself up to say that I have had a crush on the cute bassist from Pentakill for awhile now. Please tell me I didn't hear you wrong..." Kayn's eyes were wide, one eyebrow raised as he bit his lip.

Your jaw fell open, before you promptly closed it and blinked a few times.

"Wait, really?" You smiled. You couldn't help it. And as Kayn looked at you, he knew all of the assumptions the public made about you being dark or ominous or mysterious were bullshit. You were like starlight shining in a dark sky with that smile.

"Really. I swear it. Yone and Kayle I think did this specifically to set us up, actually. Everyone else on my side has known I've liked you for awhile. Lucky for us Kayle and Yone have... a friendship." He grinned sheepishly, running a ringed hand through his pink hair.

You laughed out loud then, having had made the same assumption yourself. "I thought the same thing!"

And as the night waned on, the restaurant eventually closed and the waitress was forced to kick the two of you out. The drinks had worn off over the time you had been there, opting for water instead.

As the two of you walked down the steps back to your motorcycle, Kayn looked at you and pulled you in for a hug. You melted into him momentarily before he released you.

"So, I have a request," he stated. You nodded for him to continue, your brows scrunched in question.

"Can I have a ride on your motorcycle?"

The End! I hope you LOVED IT AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I have basically been AFK irl lately lol. Thank you for the lovely request!

#Heartsteel Kayn x Reader #Kayn x Reader #Pentakill Reader #Pentakill League of Legends x Kayn #League of Legends x Reader

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rinstagrams · 1 year ago

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seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right? content: ex!gojo x reader, language, suggestive (16+), mentions of sex w/c: 1.4k

♬ bad idea, right? by olivia rodrigo.

“hey, shoko invited us over for drinks and gossip.”

you hardly hear what utahime suggested, too busy typing away on your phone. your eyebrows furrow at the latest text sent, nearly outright ignoring your coworker and friend. “can’t,” you say after a moment’s pause. “plans.”

it’s not very often that you and utahime get sent out on missions together, let alone in tokyo. she hardly gets away from her teacher work in kyoto, but the curse you’d been sent to exorcise today in tokyo was perfect for her technique and yours. since the trip back to kyoto is a bit long, you’ve both opted to stay the night. it’s pretty standard that you would stay with shoko on a night in tokyo. but recently…

utahime raises an eyebrow at you curiously, standing behind you to peek over your shoulder at your phone. “plans?”

“yeah,” you say, clearing your throat. “i have something to do.”

“i think you mean someone to do.”

“what? hey!” you exclaim, trying to sound indignant. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh, so gojo didn’t just send you his new address?”

“stop snooping!” you say, locking your phone and holding it close to your chest out of view. the look utahime gives you, however, is unavoidable. damn her and that damn teacher look of hers. you sigh, shoulders deflating. “i really don’t wanna hear a lecture right now. can you save it for the train ride back?”

“i’m not gonna lecture you.” but the look she gives is really enough to have you feeling like a scolded child. “but i thought after last time, you said you were done with him.”

“i know he’s my ex,” you say, picking at your nail. “but can’t two people reconnect?”

since your break-up a year ago, you and gojo have avoided each other at all sorcerer events. it’s kind of funny, seeing the lengths the two of you will go to avoid each other. but nonetheless, in the end, you always find yourself with him in tokyo behind closed doors. up until now, you thought you’d done pretty well at keeping it a secret… guess not.

“you don’t reconnect with gojo satoru of all people. i still can’t believe you dated him, he’s a selfish prick.” that much is true, you think to yourself. but despite how self-involved and cocky he might be to everyone else, he’s… not so selfish in bed, to say the least. “he’s not even that hot.”

“i’ve seen hotter,” you hope that maybe agreeing with her in hating gojo will lighten the load on you. instead, she narrows her eyes at you and says, “you’re not getting back together, are you? because i’ll slap some sense into you right now.”

“i only see him as a friend.” biggest lie you’ve ever said.

utahime actually snorts, very uncharacteristic of her. “sure, sweetie. let’s see how you feel after a glass of wine and a lay with gojo satoru.” you groan and shake your head, refusing to admit to yourself the truth of his words.

“nothing will happen.”

“yeah, sure,” she says, completely disbelieving of you. “and what’ll be your excuse when you wake up in his bed?”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “tripped and fell.”

when you pull up to gojo’s new building, a penthouse on the top floor of a tall apartment complex, you’re not surprised at the text that tells you to just come on up. stupid satoru, not even bothering to walk you up.

he’s stupid, rude, and hardly chivalrous. you know that this is a bad idea, and you’ll probably regret it in a few days when the mortification settles in, but for now, who cares?

you don’t even knock, because satoru already has the door open. he leans his tall figure against it, arms crossed over his broad chest wearing a smile on his face. his hair is a little disheveled, glasses hanging low on his nose, and you can already smell the familiar scent that tells you he just had a shower.

“satoru.” you remember your words with utahime earlier. you’re sure you’ve seen much better looking men than this white, gangly string bean, but for some reason, you can’t really remember when.

“hey, beautiful. mission went okay?” the care in his voice makes you remember the way he used to fuss over you when you were dating. you roll your neck out, nodding. “yeah,” you tell him. “neck hurts like a bitch, though.”

“let me help you with that,” he says, stepping aside to let you in. you place your stuff down and already as the door shuts, satoru brushes your hair to one shoulder. quickly, his hands work on your shoulders to massage the small knots out from your muscles, even without you asking. it feels good; for someone whose technique revolves around not touching people, he’s still surprisingly good at massages.

“thanks,” you say, voice soft.

“anything for you. you worked hard.” his voice is low, and after a few moments, you feel soft kisses pressed to the back of your neck. on your jaw. down your shoulders. you nearly shiver beneath his touch.

“seriously, satoru? straight to it, huh. i can’t shower, first?” you laugh, voice a little breathless as he brushes his tongue over your sweet spot on your neck.

“i figured we could do a second round in the shower.”

you laugh and close your eyes, relaxing into his touch as his hand comes around to pop open the button on your jeans. your last thought before you give in is, here we go again.

you wake up in the morning to the light shining in through the windows, but also to the buzzing of your phone. as you rub the sleep from your eyes, you curse. shit. four missed calls from utahime. she’s so gonna kill you at the train station.

stifling a yawn, you start to shuffle in bed, standing to gather your clothes. before you can swing your legs over the bed however, you feel a tug by the waist. over your hips, satoru has a strong arm to pull you back in. a sleepy groan leaves him. “don’t leave,” he whines like a kid.

“i have to go back to kyoto,” you tell him, trying to tug yourself free to no avail.

“stay.” a strong pull drags you back to bed with him, and your back is pressed smugly to his chest. his chin hooks on your shoulder and you feel him poking at the back of your thigh. “i’ll teleport you back later.”

“satoru,” you say, tone chastising. “i really don’t have time for a morning quickie.”

behind you, he sighs. the mood seems to have dropped now, his playful childish tone now gone from seconds ago. “i’m not talking about sex. i just want you to stay. i’ll make you breakfast.”

“you know that’s not what we do. we agreed that when we were gonna do this, it wasn’t gonna be like before.” before, when you were dating. before, when you had so many problems that couldn’t be solved with just sex. now, at least you can still have the sex without the relationship baggage.

“i miss you.”

a sigh leaves you, and you turn to face him, his arm still around you. when you meet his eyes, they’re no longer sleepy, but serious. “satoru,” you call his name, sounding serious. “you shouldn’t say those things.”

“but i do. miss you, i mean.” he sighs. “i miss seeing you more than just every few months for a fuck. i wanna see you in the mornings, and on the weekends.”

all you can do is sigh. he goes on, “we were good, weren’t we? i miss you, and i know you miss me too. i wish we could give it another try. i’m not just saying it because of last night, but… i’ll be better. i’ll really try. i’ll come every weekend, we can go on dates all the time. i’ll be less annoying.”

“that might be hard for you,” you mutter. it’s an insult, but it shows to him that you’re beginning to open up to it, and that brings a smile to his face. a beautiful one, his blue eyes filled with mirth and not obstructed by glasses or a blindfold.

“and you’ll work on not being mean to me, right? we’ll be good together. will you give me a second chance?”

the two of you never worked out, and you know that for yourself. you know the problems behind it all, but what a fool you were to think you could be satisfied with just this. the two of you butt heads always, but maybe it’s worth it for moments like these. it’s a bad idea but… you’ve never been fond of good ideas.

a heavy breath leaves you, but you can’t hold back the smile. “okay.” he grins, and it’s wonderful. oh, utahime’s going to kill you.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #i'm soooo into this man and i just had to write jjk x guts #i need him so bad!! you don't understand!!

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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Lost & Found {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 13.9k

Warnings: Pre-Outbreak, secret relationship, strip tease, oral sex (male receiving), frottage, fingering, vaginal sex, derogatory language, bar fights, Outbreak, angst, mentions of miscarriages, unprotected sex, mentions of death, spoilers for canon material

Comments: Joel told you he would get Sarah and be right back for you. Twenty years later, he shows up with a strange girl and a lifetime of changes to your old lover. Giving you one more night before he promises to come back this time.

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“Do you think that I can meet her officially tonight?” You ask, checking your watch to make sure you aren’t running behind before you look back in the mirror as you talk on the phone. “I mean, as you know - the - the girlfriend?”

It’s been eight, nearly ten months that you’ve been…involved with Joel Miller and you don’t know if you’ve reached the level that he’s comfortable with introducing you to his daughter, Sarah, as more than what you already are. Letting her know that her dad is dating.

You get it, you really do. You would be protective over introducing someone into your child’s life if you were a single parent. It’s not like you didn’t know Sarah, you saw her everyday. It was hard not to when you were her teacher. Flirting subtly at a parent teacher conference had turned into bumping into each other on a rare night when Tommy dragged him out to the bar. In turn had led to you bringing Joel home for a very pent up night of great sex and then a date set for the next week.

“I don’t know…” You can hear the hesitation in his voice and sigh softly. It’s his birthday today and you hate that he can’t just take the day off. They need to get the framing done on the house that has been a clusterfuck of a job from the start. He’s rushing around his own house, probably woke up late again and you nod even though you can’t see him.

“Okay. I want to see you tonight if you can.” You hum, smirking to yourself as you button up the last few buttons of your shirt and cover the lingerie you had put on after getting out of the shower. “I want to give you your birthday present.” You purr. “And what I bought you.”

Joel groans softly, pulling on his boots while the brick of a phone is tucked into his neck. “I’ll see what I can do, honey.” He promises, bending over to tie the laces. “Let’s - I can tell Sarah that I have to work late. I’ll be at yours at 6.” He tells you, knowing you’ll be home. He wants to see you, he really does. Especially wants to see his birthday present.

“Okay baby.” You agree and he can hear the sigh in your words. You want more and he doesn’t know if he’s ready to take that step. It’s just been him and Sarah since her mother left and he’s scared of how she might react to him dating. With a grunt, he makes his way out of his bedroom, ushering Sarah out of the front door along with Tommy.

When Sarah asks him to be home early with a cake, he lies and says his job will run late. Feeling guilty to push her back, but Tommy picks up why he’s says nine. The job will be done by five but it’s obvious Joel wants to see you. Agreeing that the job will take a while, Tommy meets his brother's eyes who nods in thanks for covering for him. “I’ll bring you home a cake.” Joel promises when they drop Sarah off.

“So are you ever gonna tell her?” Tommy asks, pulling away from the school.

“Soon. I - It’s complicated.” Joel sighs and looks out of the window.

“What’s complicated? It’s been eleven years, Joel. You’re still young. You can’t be alone forever. Sarah will be out of the house soon.” Joel frowns, not liking to hear that but it’s true, she’s growing up so fast. She will be off to college and he will be alone in that house.

“I just don’t want her to be pissed with me. Think I’m replacing her mom.” He admits and Tommy shakes his head, “she wants you to be happy.” Joel grunts, not wanting to say anything else about it all. He wants to get this job done and head over to your place later.

****

“Shit.” Joel huffs, wiping his forehead while Tommy drives him over to your place. It’s been a long ass day and he’s ready to relax. After thanking Tommy for the ride, he gets out of the truck and makes his way to your apartment, ringing the doorbell.

Rushing towards the door, you feel the thrill of anticipation curling in your belly at seeing Joel again. Even though he’s handsome, he’s also funny and sarcastic, things that you appreciate in a man. When you open the door, you watch him turn around and a slow smile curls his lips. “Hey baby.” You murmur, immediately opening the door wider to let him come in. “How long do you have?” You know he has to go home soon, it’s his birthday and he wants to spend it with Sarah. You’re lucky that he can even see you today, especially given the weird way cops have been flooding the streets and sirens have been sounding all day.

“Enough time for me to enjoy my birthday present.” Joel jokes, stepping into your place and he kicks the door shut behind him so he can grab you, pressing his lips to yours. He hates to say it but you make him so damn happy. He hasn’t felt this way in so long and he tries to maintain a distance but it’s becoming harder and harder to leave you and not see you for days. His tongue slides against yours, his hands squeezing your ass, and he wonders what is beneath those clothes.

“Joel.” You moan, feeling how eager he already is against your hip. It’s not like you aren’t aware that he’s come over for sex, but you hum and pull away from him teasingly. “Sit down on the couch, birthday boy.” You smirk and step out of his grasp so he shoots you an unhappy frown. “Sit down or you don’t get to see what I wore for you.” You reach for the first button of your shirt and slip it out of the hole, opening it up so he can see the extra flesh it reveals.

Joel bites his lip, eyes burning into you as you slowly, too fucking slowly, remove the shirt you’re wearing. When you shrug it off to expose the lace and silk beneath, his cock twitches violently in his jeans. “Shit, darlin’.” He rasps, wiping his hands on his jeans while you work on the button of your sensible pants, a professional outfit compared to his jeans and t-shirt. You are opposites. You’re kind and soft, and he’s sarcastic and hard. Yet you compliment each other beautifully, balancing the other out. “You’re really teasin’ me here.”

“Thought about you today.” You are very aware that you are teasing him. You want to tease him. To drive him just as crazy as he drives you. “Those hands on me.” It’s not a secret that you like a man who works with his hands and he has great ones. “Distracting me really.” You reach for your slacks, unbuttoning them and turning around so he can get a look at your lace covered ass as you slowly draw them down. “You distract me.”

Fuck, you’re gorgeous. He wants to bite your ass cheek. Bury his face in your cunt for hours on end. “I’m distracting?” He counters with a breathless chuckle. You kick your pants aside and he exhales deeply, fingers twitching with the need to touch you. “You gonna tease me all day or do I get to bury my face in your pussy and make you scream my name?” He asks, spreading his legs to allow his hardening cock more room.

You turn around and grin at him, well aware that the front of your panties are sheer, showing off your cunt and you shake your head. “It’s your birthday.” You pout. “I want to suck your cock, baby.” You bite your lip, looking down at the bulge of his jeans and your mouth waters. “I want to make you scream my name for your birthday.”

“Best fucking birthday present ever.” He admits, watching you as you kneel between his legs. “I won’t argue if you wanna suck my cock.” He jokes, watching you as you work on unbuckling his belt and he grabs his phone, tossing it onto the sofa beside him. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He murmurs, looking down at you and he reaches out to squeeze your tit.

“You’re just saying that so I suck your cock.” You joke, mouth watering when you reach inside to pull his hard and throbbing cock out of his boxers. “God, you have such a beautiful dick.” You coo, leaning in, swiping the tip with your tongue before you wrap your lips around the head and suck him into your mouth while you look up at him.

“Fuckkkk.” Joel groans, head tilting back against the sofa, and he closes his eyes while the stresses of the day melt away. His head shifts again to look down at you, the way you’re taking his cock into your mouth has him ready to blow his load but he controls himself.

You keep it slow, soft. Wanting to draw this out for him and make it as good as you can. This is his birthday and he deserves to be treated well. A siren blasts by outside but you ignore it. Wrapping your hand around the base and squeezing him while you start to bob your head and take him deeper into your mouth.

You’re unraveling him from the inside out. Slowly picking apart his composure with every bob of your head. When your fingers slide down to fondle his balls, he growls out your name. “Fuck baby.” He curses you, groaning when you take him deeper until he’s sliding down your throat.

Feeling your panties getting soaked, you open your throat even more. You feel the tears starting to slide down your cheeks, seeping out every time you push him deeper and you don’t care about the mess. You don’t care about the way your spit slides down your jaw, reaching up and cradling his balls gently.

“Shit. Shit. You’re gonna - I’m gonna-” He warns you with a groan just before his cock twitches and he starts to spill down your throat, hot seed spurting into your mouth. “Oh fuck baby.” He pants, eyes squeezed shut as his cock throbs in your mouth, balls tight in your hand.

You swallow as much as you can, the cum you can’t swallow spilling out of the corners of your mouth and down your jaw while you work him through his orgasm. Keeping him down your throat until he’s finished, his cock softening slightly and with a last twitch, he groans out your name. You pull off him with a gasp and grin up at him as you swipe your mouth. “Happy birthday old man.” You tease.

Joel stares at you, dumbfounded and so in love with you. He can’t deny that any longer. He fucking loves you. “Darlin’, come ‘ere.” He demands, grabbing you to drag you up onto his lap so he can press his lips to yours, his hands are everywhere. Squeezing what he can and he cups your tits through the lace. “This needs to go. As pretty as it is, I wanna make you cum.”

You tangle your fingers into his hair and groan out his name. “So tear it off me Joel.” You order him, knowing that you had bought it for him to do just that. You wanted to have him rip your lingerie off. “You gonna be able to get it up again?” You tease playfully. “You are getting old.”

“Fuck you.” He chuckles deeply, knowing you’re just riling him up. You’re younger than him but not by that much. He doesn’t add anything else, focusing on ripping the lace and silk off of you, tearing into it as he seeks easier access to your skin. “So fucking sexy. And all mine.” He groans and leans in to wrap his lips around your nipple, groaning at how hot and pliable your flesh is.

“Joel!” You cry out, clinging to him while his mouth suckles and bites on your breast. Closing your eyes and shuddering when you feel the scruff of his jaw on your skin, knowing that he will rub you tender and you will feel it tomorrow. “Oh fuck baby.” You roll your hips, grinding down on him and your clit catches against the flap of his jeans, making you moan.

He loves how you moan and he grabs your hips, encouraging you to use him however you want. He wants to fuck you but in the meantime, he wants you to cum for him. He switches to your other breast, licking and biting, sucking and soothing his teeth marks on your flesh.

Your head tilts back, knowing that Joel won’t let you fall as you let him suck and bite at your breasts. Rolling your hips fast and chasing pleasure while his mouth moves over your skin, wetting it and covering you in his saliva. “Fuck, fuck baby.” You whine, wishing that he could fuck you right now, but you know he needs more time to recover than that.

Joel knows what you need and he’s eager to give it to you. Quickly sliding his hand down and under you so he can push two fingers inside of you, curling them and pressing his thumb against your clit. He loves how your walls flutter around his digits, so close to cumming.

“SHIT!” You cry out, fingers digging into his shoulders but you don’t want to leave marks on him. Oftentimes he will be shirtless around Sarah and you know that his brilliant, observant daughter will notice. “Of fuck baby, I need-” you break off and cry again, feeling his fingers push deeper and curl more.

He gives you want you want, desperate to hear you cum, and he groans your name when clamp down on his fingers, soaking them while you moan loud and proud. “So fucking perfect.” Joel groans, working you through it with sipping wet fingers, his cock stirring to life again.

You whimper, tucking your face into his neck and breathing in his scent as you ride out your high. It doesn’t matter that he smells like sweat, you like the way he smells after a day of work. It’s sexy to you, the way a man who works hard smells. “Fuck.” You kiss his skin and smirk as you pull back. “Are you sure it’s not my birthday?” You tease, leaning in and kissing his lips again.

“Definitely not.” Joel chuckles, kissing you softly and his hands caress your back. “It’s my birthday.” He says proudly, “and I want you, darlin’.” He murmurs the nickname, knowing that what he feels for you is love. Something he never imagined he’d feel again after losing Sarah’s mom. “I love you.” He promises, knowing he doesn’t say it enough. He needs to say it more. He needs to introduce you to Sarah as his girlfriend. He doesn’t want to hide you anymore.

Softening, you reach up and cup his cheek gently. Leaning forward and pressing your forehead against his and sighing softly. “I love you too.” You promise, pressing your lips to his tenderly. It’s not often that you hear those words from him, he’s good at teasing, at showing you that he cares but often the words are rare. “Very much.”

Your words make Joel pull you close, burying his face into your neck and he allows himself a moment to just breathe you in. “I want you baby.” He murmurs, his cock now hard against his thigh and he wants to be inside of you. “Lay down on the sofa.” He demands, shifting to stand you up and he works on removing his clothes, wanting to feel every inch of you.

Shifting, you watch as he strips down, enjoying every inch of skin that he reveals. Loving how strong yet soft he is. The corded muscles mixed with extra flesh, something that he complains about but you find it sexy. If he had time, you would lay him down and give him a back rub as well. “Come on baby.” You hum. “I need you inside me.”

Joel shifts to kneel between your legs, looking down at you as you lay on the sofa. “You’re so fucking beautiful baby.” He murmurs, caressing your sides and he grabs your hips, pulling you closer so you can throw your thighs over his. He grips his cock, teasing your clit for a moment and chuckling at your needy whine. He pushes inside of you, bending down so he can press his lips to yours.

“Fuck Joel.” You moan, lifting your legs to let him sink deeper into you. It’s not going to be a long, romantic romp in the bed, it rarely is with Joel, but he needs to get back to Sarah. “Jesus baby.” You turn your head and kiss along his jaw. “Happy birthday.” You hum as he starts to move.

He smiles against your neck, “thank you. Best birthday present ever.” He chuckles and starts to move, setting a slow but deep pace as he pushes into you over and over again. “You are so good to me.” He murmurs, knowing he doesn’t say it enough but you are his light in the darkness. You and Sarah are his reasons for living.

You would think that the pace would be quick, harsh but it’s not. It’s a slower pace, one where you can feel every ridge of his cock as he fucks down into you. Making you gasp his name and hold onto him like you’re drowning. “Oh fuck, Joel.” You pant out, kissing along his shoulder.

He grinds into you, wanting you to enjoy him while he’s here since he always has to rush off. He grinds into you, pressing his pelvis against yours and he groans when your walls clench around him. “Stop tryin’ to make me cum.” He reprimands you, slapping your thigh.

A giggle bubbles out of you, making you moan when he does it again. “Can’t help it.” You retort, closing your eyes and tilting your hips up. “You feel too good, baby.” It’s electric, the way that he manages to push against that perfect spot that makes your toes curl. “Want you to cum.”

He shakes his head, shifting his weight so he can rub your clit with his thumb. “I need you to cum first.” He orders, rocking into you a little faster as his cock twitches inside of you.

“Bossy.” You huff, mouth dropping open and another low moan tumbles out. Your eyes slipping closed again as you just let yourself feel what he is doing to you. The muscles under your hands move as he rocks his hips and pushes his cock against your cervix in the most delicious fashion. “Jo-Joel.” Quietly shaking, you come apart underneath him.

The way you come apart beneath him has his heart pounding in his chest. Jesus Christ, he wishes he could burn that into his brain forever. The way your head tilts back, the way his name sounds on your lips. It’s perfection and he can’t help but surge forward to press his lips to yours, swallowing your cries. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and pushes his cock deep inside of you a few times, groaning when he gives in and starts to cum inside of you.

Panting into each other, Joel finally stops grinding into you. Warmth fills you and makes you smile as you try to catch your breath. “Happy Birthday again.” You murmur softly, smiling up at him when he pulls back to look down at you. “Old man.”

“So fucking cheeky.” He snorts, “such a brat.” He leans down to nudge his nose against yours. “Thank you baby. Truly the best damn birthday I’ve had in forever.” He sighs and shifts to lay down beside you. “I do love you baby.” He promises, “I just gotta give Sarah some more time. I promise you, I’ll tell her within the next couple of weeks.” He caresses your back, knowing it would be nice to have you over for dinner with his daughter.

“I don’t want to rush you.” You sigh softly, fingers tracing his skin as the two of you lay together on your sofa. “You can tell her when you’re ready. She’s more important than me wanting to be official.” You feel bad, not wanting to pressure him into doing something he will regret. “Okay?” You twist your head up and kiss his chin.

Joel kisses your forehead, thanking whatever God is up there that you came into his life. “Okay.” He murmurs, closing his eyes. You must’ve fallen asleep together because his phone is ringing and he grunts, shifting away from you so he can stand up and find his cell phone. He discovers the brick in the side table and picks it up. It’s Tommy. “Hey man.” He rasps and Tommy snorts.

“Jesus. You’re still there? It’s 9:30, man. Sarah is expecting you to be at home with a cake.”

Joel curses, knowing he’s fucked up and forgotten the time. “Fuck. I’ll head home now.” He tells his brother and hangs up the phone, “baby. I gotta head home.” He announces as you sit up to look at him, eyes bleary and hair all over the place.

“Okay.” You mumble quietly, always hating when he leaves. You feel slightly off balance after he leaves. Standing up, you watch him redress quickly while you wrap the throw from the back of the couch around you. “Get home safe.” You murmur, walking him to the door and biting your lip. “Since it’s early, I might go to the bar.” You tell him, knowing that it’s not necessary to tell him what you’re doing, but you treat this like you would any relationship.

Sirens interrupt Joel but he reaches for you. “I wish I could go with you but I gotta get home. You gotta be safe, okay?” He demands, cupping your cheeks. “Call me when you get home.” He orders and presses his lips to yours. “Thank you for an amazing birthday, sweetheart.” He opens your door and kisses you one last time.

****

“Hey Tommy.” You walk up to the other Miller brother and give him a smile as you pat his back gently. You like Joel’s younger brother, always easy to talk to and good for a laugh. The Army vet was often with you and Joel when you managed to go out together. “Mind if I drink with you tonight since Joel is home eating cake?”

“He got the cake? Well I’ll be damned.” Tommy snorts, gesturing for the bartender to get you both a drink. “Of course you can sit here, sweetheart. Joel will kill me if I don’t make sure you get home safe.”

You smirk, knowing that Joel will chew his brother out, it’s a very Joel thing to do. “So how was work today?” You ask as you wait for your drink, listening to Tommy complain that they had been sent the wrong headers and the job had taken a lot longer than they wanted and cost them money every hour they couldn’t work. The construction business was hard but they both worked their asses off. “I’m sorry.” You hum, getting your beer from the bartender with a nod of thanks and grin at your boyfriend’s brother. “You have big plans for the weekend?”

Tommy shrugs, “might have a date. With the girl who works at Safeway. We always flirt when I get my groceries and I’m ready to ask her out.” He smiles, hoping she doesn’t turn him down. She’s so beautiful and he wants what Joel has with you. “My brother finally gonna make an honest woman of you?” He teases, nudging you playfully.

You snort quietly, rolling your eyes at him. “You would know before I would.” You tell him, knowing how close the brothers are. They aren’t the softest men, but they confide in one another and you’ve found it admirable that they share a close bond. “You should ask your girl out, she’d be crazy to turn you down.”

Tommy smiles, “thanks. I’m gonna ask her out tomorrow and then-” Tommy is interrupted when two men saddle over to you, leaning in.

“Hey sweet cheeks. You wanna get away from this dork and come have a drink with us?” The taller one asks.

“No thanks.” You barely refrain from rolling your eyes at the overt display of machismo that you find less than attractive. “I only drink with people whose IQ is above the legal drinking age.” You turn back towards Tommy with every intention of ignoring them.

Tommy snorts in amusement at your quick wit but the guys don’t like it. “You find something funny, asshole?” The shorter one hisses and Tommy straightens his back.

“Yeah I do. You and tweedle dumber here won’t take no for an answer.” Tommy retorts, fists clenching after he sets his drink down.

You know that look. Tommy’s got a temper on him and he’s not afraid to let his fists do the talking. “Tommy.” You reach over and touch his arm, hoping to get him to relax. “Don’t. They aren’t worth it. They’re just pissed that some woman they know nothing about turned them down.”

“Yeah. Listen to your whore, buddy. She probably sucks the cock of everyone in here without you knowing.” The taller one taunts Tommy who clenches his jaw. “You gonna suck my cock baby?” The shorter one asks, grabbing you and that’s when Tommy loses it. He surges forward, pushing you out of the way, and he brings his hand up to punch the taller one, knowing Joel would’ve done the same.

“Shit, Tommy!’ You cry out, watching the bar dissolve into an all out brawl and you get shoved off to the side and jostled around in the chaos until the police come and start slapping cuffs on everyone. You manage to not get arrested, but you are transported downtown, having lost your purse in the brawl and you don’t have proof of identification.

Tommy gets one phone call and he calls his brother who curses him when he tells him to come bail him out of jail. “I was protecting your girl. These two assholes- they wouldn’t leave her alone and I had to do something.” He says and Joel shakes his head.

“Tommy, you son of a bitch.” He sighs and tells him he’s on his way, looking down at Sarah. He carries her to bed, kissing her hair, and he makes his way to the jail, cursing Tommy for getting himself in this shit.

The jail bothers you. Even though you weren’t arrested, you were kept at a desk near the holding cells and witnessed the general chaos. People are losing their minds and several times try to attack the officers, one trying to bite them. “Tommy!” You hadn’t been able to remember Joel’s number, it was saved in your phone which was lost along with your purse. You had relied on him to call his brother to get you both out of here. Especially since you don’t even have your car keys, or a ride back to the bar. You just want to go home and get away from here. “Is he coming?”

Tommy manages to get to the bars, nodding and yelling out yes. When Joel arrives, he hands over the money for Tommy’s bail and he curses when he sees you sitting there. “What the fuck are you doin’ in here?” He asks, noticing you waiting for Tommy. He’s pissed at his brother for getting himself into shit like this.

“I lost my purse and keys in the bar fight.” You tell him as the three of you rush out of the bar towards Joel’s truck. “I- they brought me down here because I didn’t have ID on me.” You watch more cop cars go speeding out of the station parking lot, lights blaring and shudder. “What is going on?” You demand, wondering if the world is going crazy.

Just as you walk towards the truck, you see a man get attacked, another guy jumping on him and biting into his neck, making you scream. “Shit! We have to help!” Tommy says but Joel holds his arm up, stopping you from moving.

“Wait.” He orders and just as he says that, people come running out of the jail, screaming and chased by others who are biting and growling. “Shit. We gotta go. We gotta go.” Joel orders, dragging you to his truck. “What the fuck was that?” Tommy asks and Joel shakes his head, starting the engine and backing up without even looking.

You are shaking, looking out the back of the truck’s window as you watch the people running behind you. “What the fuck is going on?” You demand, Tommy turning on the radio and hearing the broadcast.

“-advise all citizens to stay inside and lock their door. Do not go outside, do not open the door to others. Stay off the roads.”

You swallow harshly. “Shit.”

The radio continues broadcasting. “The virus seemingly spreads through bites. Hundreds of people reporting unusual behavior. We urge all citizens to stay indoors and not to venture out.”

“Oh my God,” Your eyes widen and you look around, realizing that you don’t see Joel’s daughter. “Where is Sarah?”

Joel is panicking, worried about Sarah, worried about you, worried about Tommy. “We are leaving. We gotta get out of here. Baby, baby listen to me.” He says to you, meeting your eyes in the rear view mirror. “I am gonna drop you home and you’re gonna get a bag and get ready to leave. I gotta go get Sarah and then we are gonna pick you up and get out of here.” He says and your eyes are wide as you stare at him. He says your name, “darlin’, do you fucking understand me?” He begs, needing you to be ready for this. He’s terrified but he needs you to be safe, for Sarah and Tommy to be safe. “Come on baby, you gotta concentrate.” He demands, speeding down the streets until he’s outside of your house.

He tells Tommy to stay in the truck and he grabs the wrench from his toolbox, guiding you to your building and just as he steps onto your floor, your neighbor rushes towards you, clearly rabid. Joel doesn’t think, he just acts, swinging the wrench to whack the asshole in the head, killing him.

“Oh my God.” You choke, staring at old man Jenkins.

“Baby. Baby,” Joel lowers the wrench and walks over to you. “Look at me.” He demands, “You gotta pack. Get all your shit together. I have to get Sarah.” He reminds you, cupping your cheek. “I love you. I love you. I’m coming back to you.” He promises, leaning in to kiss your lips.

You nod quickly, rushing up to your door and fishing the key out of the hiding spot to open your door. Turning around and looking at Joel as he watches you, nodding at you before you close the door. You throw the lock and rush to your bedroom, needing to change into practical clothes and pack a bag for when Joel comes back to get you. Minutes ticking by as the screams get close outside and the sirens wail. Waiting for Joel and Tommy to come back and get you like Joel promised he would.

Except he never does.

****

Joel sighs as he trudges through the woods with Ellie beside him. Gun in hand, his eyes scan the woods ahead, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge. He’s trying to keep his cool but he’s itchy with the need for security. Too many days on this path has made him ready for a hot meal and sleep, Ellie is getting tired too. He will have to set up camp soon and let her rest. “Come on kid, keep movin’” He demands and forces himself to keep going.

Watching the pair pass, you don't get a good look at their faces, not really caring what they look like. They are too close to your home and you don’t like that. Your own weapon is firmly in your hand and you move the bandana up over your nose, not wanting them to see your face. Once they are thirty feet in front of you, you jump out from your hiding spot and point the gun at their backs. “Stop where you are.” You order, leveling it at the girl. “Put the gun down and turn around. Slowly.”

Joel curses under his breath, knowing he should’ve trusted his instincts. “Don’t be too hasty now.” Joel orders, setting his gun down and he orders a reluctant Ellie to do the same. Fighting with a gun behind his back isn’t the way he plans on going out. Ellie puts her weapon down and Joel slowly turns around, hands in the air as he waits to see his latest opponent.

Your eyes widen and practice is the only reason that your gun doesn’t drop. If you didn’t know that your eyesight was still good, you would swear you were seeing the ghost of your past. Same face, same eyes, although they look like they have a lifetime of sorrow swirling in their depths. There’s more gray in his hair than there was twenty years ago, a lot more. But still, he looks good and he’s alive. “Joel?” You choke out in surprise. “Joel Miller?”

Joel’s eyes widen and then they narrow in defense. “Who the fuck is askin’?” He demands to know, growling out the question when his need to protect him and Ellie grows. He searches your eyes, trying to figure out where he knows you from and when you lower the bandana from your face, his jaw drops. He whispers your name, unable to believe it’s you.

You’re alive. You are older, more lines on your features but you’re just as beautiful as he remembers. He had carried the guilt of leaving you behind that night. His need to save Sarah overtook the need to protect you despite the struggle it took for him to make that decision. In the end, he lost both of you.

You see the moment he recognizes you, still keeping your gun level on the two of them and not trusting him for a moment. This man told you that he would be back for you and left you to survive on your own. The anger that you had managed to get past for years, thinking he had died that night roars to life and you narrow your eyes. “Long time to be right back, Joel.” You spit, looking over at the girl and wondering if she’s his daughter. “Where’s your other daughter? Where’s Sarah?”

Hearing her name for the first time in years makes Joel’s heart twist. He knows he should’ve come back for you. He assumed you had died along with everyone else he had known pre-outbreak. “She, uh, she’s dead.” He rasps out. You lower the gun a couple of inches, the shock clear on your face and Joel clears his throat, “she died the night I left you.” He confesses and Ellie looks between you both, trying to figure out your history.

That might be the only answer that would have made you drop your rifle from where it is trained on them. “Oh my God.” You drop the barrel down to have it pointed at the ground, your face falling. There have been plenty of people lost over the years, everyone you’ve ever known, but there’s something especially horrible about knowing that sweet, smart Sarah died that night. “I- I’m so sorry.” You choke out, tears pooling in your eyes for the girl you had known.

He has cried so many tears over twenty years, always making sure he remembered Sarah’s birthday and the anniversary of her death. He stares at you, his heart breaking inside but it’s been twenty years. You could be a threat. “Thanks.” He murmurs, ignoring the look from Ellie as she stares at him. He doesn’t make a move, wanting to keep aware of his surroundings and he waits for you to make the next move. He’s on edge, not relaxing despite the fact that he knows you.

You see the wariness in his eyes. The way that his defense are still up and you don’t blame him, it’s been twenty years. You aren’t the school teacher you were when you were dating him. “This your daughter?” You ask and Ellie steps forward shaking her head.

“Not his kid.” She tells you, tilting her head at you curiously. “Who are you?” She demands, wanting to know more about you but you don’t answer her, still watching the man you used to love.

“Are you- are you traveling alone?” You ask, needing to know if there are more in the area. “I don’t like strangers in my area.”

“We are alone.” Joel answers, hesitant but he wonders if you have found a group. “Are you?” He poses the question with a deep grunt, raising his eyebrows at you. He’s anxious and seeing you again has brought back a shit ton of emotions he thought he had buried deep and shut away.

“I’m alone.” You look back down the road and sigh, knowing they won’t find shelter before the sunlight fades and your place is about as secure as you can get in these times. “I can give you shelter for the night.” You offer after a moment. “It’s ten miles to the next shelter and there are Clickers in that area.”

Joel is hesitant still but he doesn’t have a choice. He’s exhausted and so is Ellie. He needs to trust you somewhat right now. He can’t just keep walking because of an awkward talk. He nods, “we’d appreciate that.” He answers and carefully picks up his gun. “Lead the way, darlin’.” His nickname for you slips out after all these years.

You turn and disappear into the woods, sure that they will follow you. The road to your shelter, your home, had been camouflaged so that it was nearly invisible from the main road, keeping people from turning onto it and since it was a former government facility, it wasn’t on most maps. The fences had been reinforced and you had no problems here since you had found it nearly three years ago. Slowly making it your own space.

“Do you trust her?” Ellie whispers to Joel who offers her a tiny nod. He does trust you to an extent but this life changes you. He follows you, gun still drawn until you open the heavy metal door to a building that looks covered in moss.

“You’re alone?” He double checks when you gesture for him to head inside.

“Just me.” You know he probably doesn’t trust you as much as you don’t exactly trust him but it’s a way of life now. A lot of things have changed. You let both of them enter ahead of you and when you close the door behind you, a heavy metal bar that you have rigged up on a pulley lowers to lock the door into place. No one is getting through it. “And this is home.”

Joel steps into the building and he’s impressed. There’s a kitchen, living area and bedroom. All a reminder of a time long forgotten. He glances around, feeling like he’s back in your apartment. “You did all this yourself?” He asks with a slight tone of awe in his voice. He’s impressed and so is Ellie as she whistles her approval.

“I’ve had a lot of time on my hands.” You shrug your shoulders slightly and point towards an open doorway. “There’s still a working toilet and shower.” You tell him, that being a point of pride for you since you had found solar panels on the roof so that you could get the batteries charged up once the overgrowth had been cleared away to run the facility.

“Jesus.” Joel murmurs, impressed and proud of you despite the fact that you no longer belong to him. He turns to you, “this is impressive, sweetheart.” He says and Ellie nods in agreement, shrugging off her backpack and Joel follows suit.

“You got any food?” Ellie asks, her usually blunt personality shining through.

“Sure.” You grin at the girl’s uninterested attitude in luxuries that were far beyond her time. She probably hadn’t had much of that so it wasn’t a big deal. Instead, things that were tangible were. Food. “I have some stew that I was planning on warming up for dinner or some bread.” You offer, looking at her to see what she thinks. “Or some pickles, fresh made.”

“Pickles?” Her eyebrows raise, “I wouldn’t mind pickles.”

Joel chuckles at her expression and he shrugs off his pack, setting it down on the floor where it’s accessible. He walks over to the kitchen area, watching you prepare the food and he admires how you look nowadays. Still so heartbreakingly beautiful but you have suffered the weight of the world on your shoulders like he did. “How did you get out?” He asks, curious about what happened when he didn’t come back for you.

“I didn’t leave until a week later.” You admit, remembering how terrified you had been huddled in your apartment without water or power. Eating the food in the fridge before it had gone bad and realizing that Joel wasn’t coming back for you. “It was….terrifying, but I remembered that the horses at my friend's stable might still be there. Took my chance and managed to not break my neck learning how to ride for more than just the few lessons I had taken.”

Joel nods, proud of you for thinking so fast. “I, uh, I’m glad you got out.” He reveals, ignoring the curious look from Ellie as she inspects the jar of pickles. “I figured…you know? Everyone who was in town was…” He can’t finish the thought, rehashing those sleepless nights when he wondered what became of you.

“I would have been if I kept waiting for you.” You tell him bluntly, moving over to Ellie and opening the pickles for her. “I thought you died. Since you didn’t come back. Went to your house to look for you. But, of course, no one was there.”

Joel swallows the lump in his throat. “I- I was going to come back for you. Got on the highway but it was packed and then we went to Main Street and the infected were chasing. I just - I wanted to get Sarah to safety. I was gonna come back for you but - but she died and then I could barely function. Tommy drove through the night to get us north. I just stared out of the window, unable to process what the fuck had just happened. I should’ve come back for you. Maybe if I had, Sarah would still be…” He trails off, feeling that choking feeling in his throat.

You sigh softly. “It doesn’t matter now.” Reaching over, you touch his arm gently. “But I am sorry about Sarah. She was such a sweet girl. I would think about her- you, often when times were hard. Hoping the two of you were okay.”

“I thought about you too.” He admits quietly, glancing over at Ellie who is eying the books you have on the shelf, running her vinegary fingers along the spines.

“Sarah used to love reading.” You smile, remembering when you would talk to her about her latest read.

“She didn’t get that from me. From her mama, she was the smart one.” Joel snorts, “she used to tell me about your chats. Said you were her favorite teacher.”

“She was my favorite student.” You can sense he needs to talk about her, wants to talk about her with someone who knew her. “She always gave me a book review in the ones I suggested.” You laugh. “But she loved telling me about the ones she didn’t like more. Arguing on what would have made them better.”

He can’t help but chuckle, “sounds like my baby girl.” He smiles fondly, his eyes sad as he tries to remember those small details that fade with time. “I never did get her that fuckin’ cake.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a second. “I was workin’ all hours trying to give her a better life and then I- I should’ve gone home earlier. I should’ve told you not to go out. I should’ve stopped-”

“Stop.” You demand, placing your hand on his shoulder, “I’ve thought about what I could’ve done differently. The mistakes I made. For twenty years. But I can’t keep torturing myself, I - I had to live with those mistakes and move on.”

Joel growls at you, “you didn’t lose your fuckin’ child.”

You shake your head, “No I didn’t,” knowing it’s not the time to tell him, ‘but I lost you.” You hiss back and Joel freezes, staring at you like he’s seeing you for the first time again. He can’t say anything to argue that point so he pushes past you, needing to get away and Ellie watches as he storms into an adjoining room, unaware of what’s in there.

Watching him go, you sigh, remembering that he doesn’t owe you anything anymore and it would do no good piling on the guilt. It wasn’t like you could turn back time. Deciding to let him stew, you turn towards the kid, Ellie, and paint a smile on your face. “Do you, um, know how to read?” You ask gently, aware that things are very different now. Ellie snorts and tosses you a roll of her eyes.

“Of course I know how to fucking read.” She pops back, making you hum at her sass.

“Well, feel free to read any one you want.” You offer, wondering if you made a mistake letting them invade your sanctuary. Maybe the past should have stayed in the past.

Joel isn’t sure how long he sits in what he establishes is another bedroom. He wishes he could go back in time. Maybe if he had come to find you, he would’ve been able to save Sarah too. He would’ve have been on Main Street when that fucking plane crashed. He sighs and rubs his cheek, certain that you hate him for never coming back for you.

When Joel finally comes back out, Ellie is curled up in one of the seats, a book open in front of her while you start putting together a meal that will feed the three of you tonight. Unsure of what to say, you just watch as he walks over to check on the girl- making you curious as to who she is to him- but you don’t ask.

“You okay kid?” Joel asks Ellie who looks up from her book.

“I’m fine. You wanna go talk to your girlfriend again? I’m cool here.” Ellie says with a slight smirk and Joel wants to roll his eyes.

“She isn’t - she was- just stay here.” He demands, stomping over to you to see you heating up some food. “So, uh, you don’t live with anyone else…have you ever?”

“Yes.” You give a small shrug of your shoulders. “There was another couple that stayed in the room where you were hiding.” You stir the stew and sigh. “He got bitten when we were foraging for supplies and she didn’t want to put him down. So I did.” You shudder thinking about that, but it’s a part of life. “When she attacked me, I put her down too.”

Joel nods, understanding how harsh this life is but you gotta do what it takes to survive. “Are you- have you had another else since me?” He asks softly so Ellie can’t hear, stepping closer to you. He resists the urge to touch you, old feelings resurfacing despite him thinking he buried them deep down inside of him.

“It’s been twenty years, Joel.” You remind him, nearly rolling your eyes at the idea of pining away for him. “I’m sure you’ve had lovers over the years. But, no one’s ever stuck and I never let them get too close.” You bite your lip. “It took a long time to heal.” You admit softly.

“Heal? Were you hurt?” He asks, tone a little harsher. He has absolutely not right to feel jealous about the other lovers you had but he does. He thought you were dead and now, you’re here and in front of him. The only person other than Tommy who had known Sarah. The other person who had known him pre-outbreak.

You sigh, knowing that this will piss him off, maybe even gut him. “Joel.” You turn to him, putting down the spoon and looking into his eyes. “After- three months after your birthday- I- I nearly died.” You tell him quietly. “I had a miscarriage.”

It’s been twenty years and Joel can still see the heartbreak in your eyes from that tragic event. He chokes out, unable to say anything since he wasn’t there for you. “Darlin’, I’m so fucking sorry.” He manages to choke out, angry with himself for not being there, he should’ve been there. You had lost the baby, your baby, his baby. It kills him a little, a part of his soul dying with the news.

“It was better off that way.” You tell yourself the same words you had repeated for nearly twenty years. Telling yourself that this was no world for a child. Especially when you had no one else. “It would have been a bad life for a child. Especially in those early years.”

“It’s possible. I know others who kept a child safe. Just - they did it in a quarantine zone. Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.” He chokes, fingers twitching with trying to cup your cheeks but he doesn’t know if you want him to touch you. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Your eyes meet his before you look away, hating the regret you see swimming in them. “We make choices and we have to live with the outcomes. Life changed.” It’s strange to want to comfort him when you had been so distraught for him not coming for you for so long. But time heals and it’s not as bitter as it had been. “But I survived and so did you.” You clear your throat. “Tommy- did he-?” You wonder if he lost his brother as well.

“He’s alive. He’s in Jackson.” Joel reveals, “he’s - he’s doing good. Got a wife. He will be happy to hear about you. He always told me to make it official. Wanted me to get hitched again.” Joel smiles, remembering the lectures from his brother during their work hours. “He was right. I should’ve told Sarah about you. I should’ve asked you to marry me.” He sighs, full of regrets but he is happy you’re alive.

“You were doing what you thought best.” You remind him bitterly. “We didn’t know the world was going to fucking end on your birthday.” Your eyes widen slightly, realizing he lost Sarah that night, he lost his daughter on his birthday and that's heartbreaking.

He shrugs, knowing that he thinks about Sarah with every year he gets older. If he could've taken her place, he would've. Let her live instead of him. He's gone through every regret and thought he could in twenty years, including leaving you behind. "I - I have always thought of you." He admits quietly, not wanting Ellie to eavesdrop.

It shouldn’t warm you, but it does. You reach out and touch the back of his hand gently. “I’ve thought of you too.” You admit. “Dreaming about what could have been if everything -“ you break off. “It got me through some difficult times. I’m glad you are alive.”

Joel's entire body lights up at your touch. "Me too baby. I - I missed you." He rasps, shifting closer but the stew boils and you curse, turning to take it off of the heat.

"Ellie. Dinner is ready." You call out, looking at Joel to tell him to pause the conversation. He nods, leaning against the counter and Ellie comes over to the kitchen.

"Are you two done with your autopsy of your past?" The teenager snorts and Joel rolls his eyes.

You have to turn around so the teenager doesn’t see your grin. “Some people like talking about their past.” You tell her as you pull bowls down from an open cabinet. “Especially if they were nice memories.” The little girl frowns and you wonder if she had good memories or if she’s had something unpleasant. Deciding to switch topics. You dish up the stew. “Did you find a good book to read?” You ask, knowing that there’s a wide variety of whatever you could find.

Ellie shrugs, “yeah. I found this zombie novel. I love reading those. Seeing how people thought the world would end and it was all for fun. They didn’t think that shit would actually come true.” She snorts in amusement. She hasn’t known of anything but this world. She doesn’t know about going to the movies or going to a restaurant. McDonald’s or Walmart. She lives in a different world than when you were her age.

Joel takes the bowl you hold out, handing it to Ellie. “Eat.” He orders, wanting her to keep her strength up. “Thanks darlin’.” He says unconsciously when you take the bowl and Ellie chuckles under her breath.

There is plenty left over for seconds if they want and the way that Ellie tucks into her food after eating an entire jar of pickles makes you think it’s been awhile since they’ve had a good meal. You sit down and spoon up a bite of your own food. “So where are you going?” You ask. “If you can tell me.”

Joel looks at Ellie, knowing he trusts you but he wants her consent. She nods and Joel sighs, “we are heading to the Fireflies. They have the means to create a cure for the clickers. Ellie, here, she was bitten-” You freeze, spoon halfway to your mouth, “- relax baby. She’s not infected. She has survived. I need to get there so they can create a cure. We can put this shit behind us.” He says, knowing it’s unlikely but he has to try.

You went to believe Joel, you trust him more than anyone else in this world but it’s still something you need to see for yourself. “Show me.” You demand, turning your eyes towards the girl. She rolls her eyes and chucks her spoon into her bowl, and pulls her sleeve up to show you the ugly teeth marks from where she had been bitten, scarred over but it’s not showing any sign of infection. “Jesus.” You whisper, reaching out and touching the marks. “It could change things.” You murmur, turning and meeting Joel’s eyes. “It could be the beginning of the end.”

Joel nods and Ellie snatches her arm back, covering the marks. “So I gotta keep this brat safe until we get there.” He reaches out to ruffle Ellie’s hair, making her scowl.

“You’re gonna need supplies. I can give you some.” You offer and Joel shakes his head, “no. No. I can’t take your shit, baby.”

You snort and roll your eyes at him. “You can take supplies. I have cleaned out everything for miles around. Plus the canned things are from the garden out back.” You admit, the walled off garden is a godsend for keeping you fed.

“Thanks.” Joel murmurs, feeling guilty about everything and anything while you finish the stew.

“I’m exhausted.” Ellie yawns as she pushes the bowl aside.

“You wanna go sleep? The bed is set up.” You gesture to the cot in the corner that you normally sleep on. It’s the safest place in the compound and you want to keep Ellie safe for Joel. She nods, standing up, “thanks for the stew.” She says and stumbles over to the bed. Taking her boots off and sliding under the sheets, she’s out in minutes.

“We have been traveling for days. Taking turns to sleep and it’s been rough on her.” Joel says, helping you wash out the bowl for Ellie.

“Well you can shelter here for a few days.” You offer. “Get your bearings before you have to set out again.” You know that it had to be a hard road. “If you want to clean up, you can use the bathroom. The shower works and the water tank on top of the building keeps the water pretty warm.” You don’t know when the last time it was that he had enjoyed the little things, but you’re sure a shower and sleep sounds good.

“Can I have a shower now?” He asks and you nod, “of course you can.” The mere thought of standing under water that isn’t freezing has Joel thanking his stars he found you. “I’ll go now baby.” He says, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Thank you.” He murmurs, allowing himself a brief moment of softness, something he hasn’t allowed since outbreak day and losing Sarah. He steps away and makes his way to the bathroom after you point it out.

Hearing the water turn on, you don’t quite know what to do with yourself. Deciding that Joel can take the bedroom, you move into the room and pull the blanket that you had been using to protect the mattress off so you can put some sheets on it. Smirking to yourself as you remember how messy your bed had been on the few nights Joel had stayed over. It had only been a handful of times, but you had cherished it.

Joel showers, washing his hair and the weeks, hell months, of dirt that settled into his skin. He sighs and tilts his head back, just enjoying the shower but he doesn’t take too long, not wanting to be selfish. He stops the water, stepping out and grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. When he walks out, you are placing some sheets on the bed.

You look up and immediately feel your body heat up at the sight of Joel in nothing but a towel. He’s older, hell you are too, but he’s still painfully attractive to you. “Sorry.” You rush out, immediately looking back at the sheets. “I- I wanted to get the bed ready for you.” You explain, grabbing a pillow to put a case on it. “Didn’t figure you’ve had a bed for awhile.”

“No. Not for a long time. Where are you gonna sleep?” He asks, knowing Ellie has taken your usual spot.

“Oh I’ll take the floor.” You shrug and Joel shakes his head.

“No way. You are sleeping here. I’ll take the floor.” He watches you fluster slightly and he bites his lip to stop the smirk on his face. You’re still so damn beautiful. More mature but you wear it well.

“Joel….” You roll your eyes at yourself and huff. “We can share the bed.” You offer, knowing that it will dissolve into an argument if you don’t compromise. “It’s not like we haven’t before.” You murmur softly, glancing back at the bed before turning to him. “You deserve a good night's sleep and it’s safe here.”

Joel nods, “we can share the bed. It’s been a while but we are adults.” He can’t deny his heart pounds a little at the thought of being so close to you. “Nowhere is safe.” He murmurs, standing there in the towel. “I- I’ve missed you.” He whispers, almost scared to say the words out loud.

“You don’t have someone else?” You ask, wanting to touch him but you can’t. It’s been so long and he might have missed the thought of you and moved on. Despite the rules of the world changing, you wouldn’t do that to someone else.

Joel closes his eyes for a moment, thinking of Tess. “I had someone but she…we were each other's life line. It never - we never said anything but it was there. Trying to protect ourselves, I suppose.” He shifts to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I never stopped thinking about you though. I’ve always loved you. You’ve always been in my heart, next to Sarah. My girls.” He smiles, remembering how he used to imagine taking you and Sarah out, getting to spend time with the women that meant the most to him.

You hate that he’s lost someone else. It makes you shift closer to him after setting the pillow on the bed. Reaching out, you can’t help but rub your fingers through his damp, towel dried hair. “Joel…” you close your eyes and take a deep breath. “I love you too. You and Sarah and Tommy. I’ve missed you everyday.”

He turns towards you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. He needs to be assured that you are here, with him. He breathes you in and he’s almost complete again. Sarah is missing but you’ve restored a part of his soul that he thought was long gone. “I missed you.” He murmurs, letting you rub your fingers through his hair for another moment until he’s pulling back. His dark eyes focus on you and you lean in, letting him know what you want. He wants it too. He slowly leans forward, pressing his lips to yours.

Kissing Joel is and has always been something magical. You love the softness of his lips, the slightly chapped texture that you had always teased him that you needed to carry chapstick for him. Just to see him pout those lips. It takes a long time to start to build, both of you slow to take it beyond just a press of your lips but you start to press yourself closer and your hand slides up his arm to tangle into his hair.

Joel groans against your mouth, shifting to pull you fully into his lap to straddle him. His tongue slides along your lower lip, requesting more access that you eagerly grant. His hands caress your back, tugging on your shirt so he can touch more of your skin. He’s rougher than the last time he touched you, a consequence of his changed nature, he’s no longer the goofy yet strong man you knew. He’s been hardened by tragedy. “Baby, let me - I want you.” He murmurs against your chin, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass.

You shudder at the low rumble of his voice, the need that you hear in his tone. “Joel.” You whimper his name when he starts to kiss down your throat, “I- I - you can’t cum inside me.” You stipulate, knowing that despite the twenty years, you haven’t quite hit menopause yet. There is still the risk of him impregnating you.

“That’s okay. I can pull out.” He’s used to pulling out when he was with Tess. “It’s up to you. I don’t have to - we can just lay down.” He promises, not wanting to push you if you don’t want him. “There’s other things we can do.”

“No.” You pull Joel to his feet and look into his eyes as you reach for the towel that is tucked into his hip around his waist. “It’s been twenty goddamn years.” You tell him breathlessly. “I don’t want to wait another minute.” Pulling the tuck free, you let the towel drop to the floor and reach for your own shirt to pull over your head.

His cock is already half hard, eager to touch you again after twenty years. You’ve both changed, emotionally and physically but his cock hardens as you strip down, exposing your tits and then the curls at the apex of your thighs. You kick your clothes aside and Joel surges forward to press his lips to yours again, the fire ignited as his hands squeeze your hips. “Always been so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You huff against his lips, not believing him for a second but you aren’t going to waste your breath. Instead you wrap your arms around his back and caress his scorching hot skin, unable to believe that you are actually getting to touch the man you have loved for so long again. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan, shuddering as you feel your nipples harden against his chest.

His hands caress you and he kisses along your jaw, wanting you to be ready to take him. Who knows how long it’s been since you took a cock. He slides his hand down, squeezing your breast and he leans down to wrap his lips around your nipple.

“Fuck!” You gasp out quietly, aware that there is a teenager sleeping in the next room and you don’t want to wake her. Your eyes close and you lean back and let him do what he wants to with your body. Joel has always known how to touch you in a way that makes your body light up and you have missed it.

His cock is heavy between his legs, pressed up against your hip, and he ignores it in favor of hearing you gasp again. He switches to your other breast and his hand slides along your hip until he is cupping your cunt. "Fuck baby." He groans at how wet you already are. His fingers slide through your folds until he finds your clit, rubbing slow circles.

It’s easy to let him take the lead. You would let him do anything to you right now, just happy to have his hands on you. “Joel baby, you need to stop teasing.” You beg, biting back a moan when he presses his finger a little harder against the bundle of nerves. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”

He won’t tease you, laying you down on the bed, he kneels between you, cock hard and aching for you. A drop of pre-cum dribbles onto the sheet and his dark eyes meet yours. “You sure you want me?” He asks, knowing he’s a different man than the one you knew. “You need me to stretch you out with my fingers?” He offers, wanting you to be comfortable.You moan, nodding at the idea of having his fingers curling up inside you again. He had always been able to fill you like no other and you want it again. Spreading your legs in invitation, you watch as he stares at your cunt, his cock hanging heavy and you wish that you hadn’t missed out on so much time with him. “Come here, Joel.”

He groans, shifting to hover over you. His lips press against yours and he slides his hand along your thigh until he’s pushing two fingers inside of you. “So fuckin’ tight.” He grunts, pressing his thumb against your clit. He wants you to cum before he pushes inside of you, he knows he won’t last long. It’s been too long since he and Tess - he pushes that thought out of his mind and focuses on you.

“God.” You whimper quietly, bucking your hips up so he can touch you more. Those thick fingers are perfectly curled up and pressing inside you. “Fuck I always loved this.” Reaching down you grab his hand and start rolling your hips down against his hand, fucking yourself on him.

He watches you use his fingers, letting you angle his hand how you need him. He knew your body inside out but that has changed. He knows he needs to let you lead so he can make sure you cum. “Look so gorgeous usin’ my fuckin’ hand.” He groans, using his free hand to squeeze his cock.

“Jesus Joel,” you pant out, forcing your eyes open to watch him watch you. The rougher edges of Joel exciting you and you clench down around his fingers when you feel the drop of precum drip off his cock and fall onto your thigh. Making you moan as you look down and see him holding his cock.

He groans at the look in your eyes, fuck he has missed that. True fucking connection. He and Tess had a good thing but he kept his walls up. He can't do that with you. You bulldoze 'em right down. "Darlin', I need you to cum." He demands softly, wanting to be inside of you. He hisses when your walls grip his fingers and he pumps them harder and deeper inside of you.

It’s been a long time since someone other than yourself made you cum. And with it being Joel, the knowledge of that alone seems to skyrocket your orgasm up. Making you bite you lip to keep quiet while you steam ever closer to cumming with every curl of his fingers. Joel leans over and presses his lips to yours and it pushes you over the edge. Moaning against his lips while you soak his fingers in a wave of your pleasure as your body shakes.

“Fuck baby. You - you are still so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum.” He grunts, working you through it with sopping wet fingers. He pumps his fingers inside of you a few more times until he removes his hand. Wrapping his wet fingers around his cock, he pumps himself and shuffles closer. “You good?” He asks, looking down into your eyes that are now open.

“Yes.” You groan, opening your legs wider and reaching up for him. “I want you inside me Joel, I need to feel you.” Instead of it being twenty years ago, it feels like it was just yesterday that you saw him looking down at you like this, lust and want in his eyes. “Please baby, fuck me.”

He nods, shifting even closer and he swipes the head of his cock through your folds, wetting the head, then he pushes into you. He groans your name, “fuck baby. Still feel fuckin’ incredible.” He pushes deeper, feeling your walls envelop him.

Gasping, you are reminded of how good Joel feels inside you. Eyes closing as you tilt your head back and give a silent cry when he finally pushes all the way inside you. Grinding into you as he rolls his hips around just like used to drive you crazy. He apparently hasn’t forgotten how to fuck you. “J-Joel.”

He loves the way you moan his name. Grinding into you and allowing you a moment to adjust around him. "Need you to - to rub your clit. I'm not gonna last long." He warns you, kissing along your jaw and down your neck when he begins to move his hips. Your walls are wet, hot, and tight. Making him see stars as he sets a slow but deep pace.

Watching him move over you, your hand snakes down between you so that you can start rubbing your clit. Loving how his jaw clenches as he slides in and out of you, filling you like no other ever had regardless of how well they fucked. “Baby, I want-” You pant, listening to him groan. “I need you to cum for me.”

He shakes his head, “you first. Please darlin’. Need you to cum first.” He feels like he needs to make up for not coming back for you, for the pain of losing your baby, for not being there for twenty years. He should’ve been there for you. He hates that he didn’t go back. “Fuck.” He hisses, pushing deep inside of you with every thrust and he’s so fucking close.

Your eyes flutter and widen as your orgasm rushes over you, legs tightening around his hips as your walls clamp down on him. “Joel!” Your wrecked gasp of his name pours from your lips and your fingers dig into his shoulders.

He can barely thrust once more time before he’s pulling out of you, wrapping his fingers around his cock to jerk him until he groans your name. He cums over your stomach and tits, painting you with ropes of hot seed. “Fuccckkkk.” He pants, eyes squeezed shut.

It’s not the same as before, when his liquid head would flood you and fill every crevice inside your body. But it’s still beautiful when he cums, his mouth relaxed and open as he works himself free of every drop. Watching as he finally finishes and pants, hovering over you as his cock softens.

He pants, letting go of his cock and he flips down beside you. “I still fuckin’ love you.” He rasps, cupping your cheek to pull you close so he can press his lips to yours. It’s been twenty years and he still feels as fucking good as he did at 36. You’re incredible.

You close your eyes, savoring the words that you have wanted to hear for so long. From the man you had missed all of these years. “I love you too, baby.” You kiss him again and then turn your head so you look up at the ceiling. “How- when do you have to leave?” You ask, knowing that he has to leave. Ellie is too important.

He sighs, hating the idea of tonight ending. He doesn’t want to leave this bed. He’s lost so much time without you and he knows it’s going to hurt to leave you here, but he has to deliver Ellie. He could possibly come back for you, live the rest of your lives in a world that somewhat resembles what life was like pre-outbreak. Perhaps if Ellie is the path to the cure, this shit will be over soon rather than never. “Tomorrow. We have a lot of miles to cover.” He murmurs, caressing your side when you turn towards him.

You don’t care that his cum is cooling on your body but you reach down for an old shirt on the floor and wipe it up before you toss it back down. “I-“ you bite your lip and your fingers trace a scar on his side. It’s old but it wasn’t there the last time you saw him. “I could come with you?” You offer quietly, unsure of how he would take that. “To get Ellie safe? I have a car.”

“A car?” His eyes widen. The last car he had given out a few weeks ago. He had anticipated making most of the journey by foot unless he could find a horse. “Shit. You’d give me a car?” He asks, “baby. I can’t accept that.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes. He’s torn on taking you with him and leaving you here where it’s safe. He wants to be selfish but he knows you’ll be at risk.

You hear the answer in his words. He doesn’t want you to go. You won’t beg him, you aren’t that girl anymore. You know you can survive without him. “I’ll give you a car.” You confirm. “And as many supplies as you need.” It will hurt to let him go, but Ellie is important.

Joel desperately wants to take you but he can’t be selfish. Also, he knows that one day, it’s gonna be Ellie or him. He can’t decide between you and Ellie. It’s too much. He can’t stand to think about it. You’ll be safe here and he can come back once he’s delivered Ellie safe and sound. “I’ll come back. I swear to you, darlin’. I’m gonna take Ellie where she needs to go and then I’ll come home to you. We can settle down and just live our lives together. Like it should’ve been from the start.” He murmurs, caressing your cheek.

“You better come back.” You choke out, turning and burying your face in his chest. “Just stay tonight. Stay tonight and I’ll give you everything you need in the morning.” You beg softly, closing your eyes and holding him tight.

He wraps his arms around you, breathing you in, and he exhales shakily, knowing that it’s gonna destroy him to leave you again. He prays to whoever the fuck is out there that you are safe. “I’ll come back.” He swears, kissing your hair and he closes his eyes, keeping you close while you both drift off to sleep.

****

You close the trunk, extra gas cans stored along with the crate of food that you had insisted that they take over Joel’s protests. You know that anything can happen out there and you want to give them a chance. Turning to Ellie, you smile when you see the book in her hand, “Keep it.” You tell her. “You’ll need it when he’s snoring.” The joke makes Ellie snicker and Joel rolls his eyes as you look over at him. “Be safe.” You whisper, unsure if you can kiss him goodbye or not in front of the girl.

Joel doesn’t know when he will see you again. Sure, he’s gonna get shit from Ellie but he can’t leave and not say goodbye. “Get in the car.” He orders the teenager who protests. “Get in the goddamn car.” He growls and she huffs, opening the door to get in the vehicle. “I swear to ya, I’m comin’ back to you baby. I ain’t gonna let twenty more years pass. I gotta get her to the Fireflies and then I’ll come back.” He vows, cupping your cheek. Your eyes are full of tears and he hates it, leaning in to softly kiss your lips. “I love you.” He whispers, like it’s a secret between you.

“I love you too.” You promise him, throwing your arms around him and kissing him again like it will be the last time ever. “I always have, Joel Miller, and I always will.” You kiss him once more and then let him go, unshed tears in your eyes and you know it’s better this way. He needs to concentrate on his job. To get Ellie to the Fireflies. “You better come back to me, Joel.”

“I’ll crawl back to you if I gotta, baby.” He promises, kissing your forehead and he forces himself to step away, walking to the car. He gets in and looks to find Ellie smirking at him. “Not a fuckin’ word.” He warns her and she snorts, deciding that it’s best to remain quiet for once. Joel starts the engine and puts the car in drive. Hesitating for a second until he makes himself press the accelerator. He looks at you in the rear view mirror, leaving you behind yet again. He will come back for you though.

****

Ten years is a long time to wait for someone. It’s a long time to stay where you are since this is the last place he had seen you. Everyday his words ring in your ears. ‘I’ll craw back to you if I gotta baby.’ Words that you had taken to heart and everyday you searched for signs of him returning. Everyday your hopes sunk and you retreat into the bed you shared together. Alone.

Ellie finally walks out of the tree line towards the compound she remembers coming across ten years ago. Joel had written down the coordinates just in case he didn’t make it. She trudges along the path to the fence, calling out your name. She hopes you’re still here.

Things don’t change much in this world and as soon as you hear someone shouting, you are grabbing your gun, rushing outside to greet whoever is out there. Realizing that it’s your name being called. “Who’s there?” You shout, still not seeing them yet.

Ellie holds her hand up, well versed in how defensive people are to strangers randomly showing up. “It’s me, Ellie. ‘The not infected but bitten’ girl.” She hopes you remember her. She’s changed in ten years. You appear, face eager as you immediately look past her to see if Joel is with her. She has to swallow the lump in her throat and blink to stop her eyes from stinging. “He’s - he’s not with me.” She announces, keeping her hands raised.

You know that he’s gone. Of course he’s gone. Your lip still trembles and you lower the weapon in your hand. “When?” You choke out, closing your eyes and swaying slightly. He’s dead. Joel is dead.

“A few months ago. I- I’m so sorry. He tried to save me. The Fireflies…they could create the cure but to do that, they had to kill me. Joel wouldn’t let them and killed the surgeon. We went to Jackson to see Tommy, let the QZ take me in so Joel could come back here. He was getting ready to leave. He had his pack ready when - when the daughter of the surgeon found him and killed him. I’m so sorry. I-” Tears stream down her cheeks, still mourning the man she loved as a father.

“Mom?” You turn to see your son standing in the doorway, his own rifle in his hands, his eyes wary and watchful as he looks between you and Ellie, wondering if you made each other cry. “What’s going on?” He demands, sending Ellie a scowl for making his mother upset. He’s always been protective of you since he’s learned to hold a gun.

Ellie’s eyes widen as she takes in the child behind you. He can’t be more than ten years old. Ten years ago Joel left the compound to take Ellie to the Fireflies and this kid…he looks just like Joel. “I- is that - is he Joel’s?” She gasps, unable to look away.

You motion for him to come forward. “Yeah.” You murmur, leaning down to drop a kiss in his head and play with his hair before you look back at Ellie. “He’s Joel’s. Named after him too, but I call him Joey.” You had known right away when he was born you were going to name your son Joel, after the man who helped create him.

Ellie smiles, “that’s fitting.” She looks over at the boy who has his fathers scowl. She doesn’t ask how he was conceived. Joel had given her the talk, albeit the most awkward conversation she ever had with him, and he told her to never let a boy finish inside of her in case she wants to get fuckin’ knocked up. Accidents happen though and Joey is proof of that. “He wanted me to give you this…in case he didn’t make it back to you.” Ellie steps forward, holding out the smashed up watch for you.

You take a deep, shuddering breath as you reach out for the watch. Your fingers shake but you take it. Looking at the broken face and remembering how Joel told you Sarah had fixed it for that last birthday. That he had kept it to remember her by. It was his most precious possession in the world. Your rifle hits the found and you clutch your reminder of Joel close to you, the little boy unsure of what exactly is doing on but he knows it’s not good when his mother cries. “Thank you.” You manage after a moment, looking up at Ellie with a grateful smile. “Thank you for bringing him back to me.”

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