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ughthatimagineblog · 1 year ago

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yawn and reach

this was such a fun request it literally occupied my brain for the last 72 hours. tytyty anon!!!! summary: 'video game joel in jackson would be so awkward w reader. imagine they go see a movie for the first time in years and he does that thing w reader where he itches his nose to smoothly put it over reader’s shoulder' - requested by anon rating: 18+ warnings: lightly implied smut but no real smut at the end, cursing, age difference (reader is about 30-32 and joel is 54-56), tried to be as neutral as possible but i did write this with a feminine reader in mind. word count: 6.07k

Being in Jackson meant having clean water, a warm bed, guaranteed food, but best of all; electricity. The dam in town, monitored and worke on by the gracious townsfolk who took you in, keeps the water your bathe in warm and lights on all around the city at night. You’d forgotten the luxury of seeing so much in the dark.

Having been a young age when the outbreak began, the memories of what life before infected were blurred. Muddy water. Clear only in brief moments of light, smells, feelings and fleeting just as fast. Your mother, who also survived- or rather helped you survive- helped fill in the gaps on occasion and you were grateful for the life you clung to, even if it meant wandering in the dark for months at a time, unsure of where your next meal would come from. From youth to now, you and your mom watched out for each other. Now, you were part of a community that would take care of both of you. You both return the favor.

Being in a QZ meant enforced curfews and the military breathing down your back. Not allowed out, barely anyone allowed in. Escaping was easy enough. Surviving your way all the way to Jackson was not. Now, you and your mother roam freely at night and almost any other time if you aren’t on patrol. Music from bars pour out into the string lit streets. During the day, children play and learn. Hundreds of people found refuge here, and you now joined their numbers. You’d even met a few people you’ve become close enough with to say you’re friends.

Sometimes you get put on patrol with Dina, Jesse or Ellie, and while they’re both several years your junior, they entertain you, they respect your authority, and they also remind you of being that age, so you don’t mind. You spend some free time at the bar or help out in some of the kitchens from time to time and have grown close with a few others, all in varying ages. Joel, who you met through Ellie, being one of them.

Joel. Always brief with his words. Always to the point. Ellie would complain about him on patrol from time to time, but she would balance it out with credit to the man in the same breath.

“He’s always trying so hard. I just don’t know how to make it work now…” She trailed off on a ride home from the nearby abandoned town. It was your last stop and it was beginning to get dark. You’d given her a small nod of understanding in response. She huffed out a sigh. “I know he cares and stuff, but sometimes I need my space. I mean-” She paused to look at you, reasoning with her own conflictions. “I just would like one night out of the house. Or the garage, I guess. He’s done a lot for me… and I want him to know that I see that.”

You thought for a moment. “Maybe spend some intentional time with him. That way, when you want that night away, it will be earned and he won’t put so much pressure on it.” You suggested. She made a face off indecision but nodded anyway. “I think you’re right.” Was all she’d said on the matter the rest of the ride back.

Secretly, you admired the man. He was maybe ten years older, but you got along like you’d known each other for ages. You liked the energy the kids like Ellie brought to your days, but if they were your spark, Joel was your peace. You didn’t feel pressured to have to entertain, or keep him on the right path, or make sure he was being observant. Joel was a seasoned veteran when it came to survival and you felt an ease with him you couldn’t with anyone else. Because no one else could protect you like Joel could. No one other than the mother who helped a child survive the outbreak. And even that was highly lucky.

You were put on patrol just twice with Joel. Both times were eventful in wildly different ways. The first was in a positive way, you both found a new stash of medical supplies- an urgent care facility that’d gone unnoticed due to the decay of the lettering outside of the building signaling any kind of benefit to looting. Half of it was also caved in so you and Joel both worked to sort through the rubble that’d gone ignored for so many years. You’d both decided to check it out on a whim, and were very grateful you did.

The second time went a little differently. It was summer and the sun was beating down on the both of you like you’d never experienced before. Dehydrated and exhausted, Joel suggested stopping by the creek bed where you were to cool off in the water. Not a moment after relief began to set in, you were caught off guard when a small group of infected decided to jump both of you. In the calamity of racing back to your things, you’d slipped on a rock and fell so hard on your head you got a concussion. It rendered you unconscious and the only reason you were still breathing the next day is because of Joel.

You remembered the cold feeling of air rushing over your head wound, blood slowing, but still pouring out. Eyesight fading in and out, and when it was in, it was blurry. Unclear images of Joel fighting off the infected while keeping your body strictly behind him flash in and out of your memory. He’d patched up your head as best as possible and hoisted you onto his horse with him, tying your horse’s reins to his saddle horn to ride with the both of you back to safety.

He’d been muttering to himself the whole ride, all the way until you were passed off to the medical staff. Very faint sounds, from what you could remember, but you also knew to attribute that to the concussion. It was a fade out from being handed off, to waking up being carried further from Joel, the last image being of him staring after you as he grew smaller and smaller.

From that day forward, you two have been close. I guess saving someone’s life really does bring two people together. Your mother was fond of him as well. And not just because he saved your life- although you did figure that played a large part- but because of his manners, his honor. She’d mentioned how polite he was to you one day and, it wasn’t that you hadn’t noticed, but you hadn’t seen how deliberate it was. Holding doors open for you, fully listening when you spoke, considering your likes and dislikes. If he was behaving this way specifically for you, you couldn’t tell, but you did take note.

When you’d complimented him on such things, he- in his own Joel way- laughed in your face. Really, it was more of a scoff, but nonetheless it was just as dismissive. “‘M not polite, darlin’, I just treat people how I wanna be treated.” He answered plainly, but there was a hint of knowing in his eyes.

You began to keep an eye on these things he does that he brushes off and you found that, while yes, he does open doors for others and he is an excellent listener, he doesn’t listen to anyone else the way he listens to you. Undivided attention. When you speak, you’re all he sees. He’s holding onto every word of yours like if he doesn’t he’ll fall down. Even when you’re talking about nothing. When he holds doors for others, he looks relaxed and at ease, but guarded. With you, his shoulders soften and he’s often watching your every move as you walk by. He’s more awkward with you. Part of it is his own ambiguity in navigating getting close with others, but part of it is something else, and to assume it’s you would be highly narcissistic. Or so you tell yourself.

Meanwhile, Joel can barely contain himself. His time in Jackson had been peaceful, and had allowed him to grow comfortable. With Ellie safe and enjoying life, he’d forgotten what it meant to have room to care about anyone else. She’d been his priority for so long. Now that he met you… Just thinking about you made his stomach turn with butterflies. He felt juvenile.

It took him a week to discover your existence. Three months to patrol with you for the first time, and another three for the second time. Every patrol in between was filled with thoughts of you. Hope that you’d be paired with him again. After the second time with you, he was enamored. Your intelligence captivated him. You’d researched so much. Both about this new life and the life before the infected. You had stories on stories to tell of you and your mom, some of which were his favorite to hear. Joel knew better to pry whenever you’d get to a particularly hard memory in your stories. He’d often ask a question about a different part to get your mind off of whatever had you troubled, and even though you knew what he was doing every time, you let him. It was nice. Sweet. Two words most would not use to describe Joel. You would. And you’d said so.

That almost knocked Joel on his feet. When you told him you thought he was polite, and sweet. It made his heart nearly leap out of his chest. Feeling slightly guilty for laughing in pure shock at a fairly innocent compliment-turned-question, he’d given a finite and brief answer. You hadn’t complimented him since. Worried about rejection, you’d avoided doing so.

Finding himself thinking about why you hadn’t done so tipped Joel off to his growing, deeper, feelings for you. It bothered him, and under any other circumstance- anyone else- he wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t have crossed his mind. Much like many other interactions with others in the town. They weren’t on his mind like you were. But he also worried he was too old for you. He thought about what you’d think of Ellie who was essentially his own kid. His past was a heavy burden to carry, as well. He’d killed so many, watched so many die, and the thoughts of those deaths weighed on him heavily.

The last thing he wanted was for you to shoulder any of it. Joel knew that the first time he saw you laugh. He wouldn’t do a thing to compromise your happiness if he could help it.

Weeks later, you both were busy on your respective duties that would be ending sooner rather than later. It was the first Friday of the month, and the first Friday meant movie night. The electricity in Jackson was powerful and a few months prior, Dina and Jesse returned with a projector, VHS tape player and some VHS copies of several different movies. The town would not stop talking about it for a month afterwards. Aside from new medicine, food or healthy helping hands, this was the best news they’d received all year.

Movie nights became a regular, monthly tradition. Those not on shifts for the night would gather and watch different movies. There would be a vote beforehand on what would be played and the announcement would go out a week in advance so people could plan to be there. If you couldn’t make it due to a shift, you were sure to be scheduled in time to make it the next month and so on. It was a huge morale boost for everyone. Dina and Jesse have not stopped bragging about it being their find because of it.

Hanging up your apron, you made your way to the washrooms where you cleaned up after working every shift here. Your neighbor, a girl of similar age who got put on the same duty as you today, met you by the sink. “Are you coming tonight?” They inquired. You smiled and nodded. “Movie day. Never missing that.” You assured, scrubbing the smell of garlic off your fingers. No amount of soap would be enough.

“I bet Joel will be happy to hear that.” They wiggled your eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure he will. He’s my friend.” You assured. “Uh-huh.” They responded in an unconvincing tone. “Hey, all I know is, he’s bringing Ellie, but we all know where she wants to be. Maybe you can get some one-on-one time with him?” They suggested. You paused at this before reaching for one of the towels to dry your now-clean hands.

It was a good point. You recalled your conversation with Ellie from a few days prior. How she really was looking for an excuse to be out of Joel’s earshot for one night. You weighed your options. It wasn’t like you to blatantly ask someone to hang out, especially not Joel, and especially not under the current circumstances. It also wasn’t likely to get him to let Ellie go anywhere he wasn’t familiar. Maybe you could get Joel away from Ellie?

It was clear you liked Joel. You loved him, really. It was quite easy once you got to know him. If you asked him to see the movie with you, and you specifically, you weren’t sure how he’d react. You were confident he’d say yes, but to what degree?

Realizing you were overthinking something that was probably just all in your head anyways, you snapped back to reality to find your neighbor staring at your zoned-out expression, smirking. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” They asked, mouth agape in joyful surprise. You felt heat in your face and quickly dismissed them, pushing past the doorway.

“I’m thinking about going to see the movie later and nothing else!” You shouted over your shoulder, leaving your colleague and emerging to the main cafeteria. Turning on your heel, you were about to reach for your keys and bag that had been strewn on one of the tables when your face instantly collided with leather.

Stumbling back, and almost on your ass, you began to curse, “What the fu-” You began to say, but the feeling of two strong arms steadying you and the familiar face in front of you cut all sound in your throat short. Joel stood before you, the smell of pine filling your nose as he stood there looking as patient and understanding as ever in light of your fumble. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” He sheepishly apologized as you quickly regained your bearings. His accent was deep, thick. It made your heart flutter. The adrenaline of being caught off guard had not yet worn off. “No, oh my gosh,” You breathily laughed out. “You’re fine. I was just about to leave is all.” You smiled up at him, brushing some hair that had fallen into your eyes out of your face.

“Going to the movie tonight, I hear?” He asked, eyes darting to the hallway you just came from. If your neighbor was still here, they did not make it apparent. You silently thanked whatever was out there that they left. You didn’t need them making fun of your attraction to him to his face but behind your back. Your eyes darted from Joel nervously, remembering the conversation between your neighbor. Surely if they noticed your attraction, he would too.

“Uh, yeah, weirdly enough, I was on my way to you with a similar question, but you’re back from patrol early.” You grabbed your things off the table you went for earlier and turned back to see Joel’s look of amusement and curiosity. His eyebrows raised, a slight smirk on his lips that silently mouthed ‘Oh?’. Those lips. You forced yourself to look at his forehead.

Your heart was beating in your chest so hard you worried he could hear it in the pause. “Would you like to go with me?” You blurted out. It felt silly coming out. Like you were in high school, asking someone to the prom. But under different context. A non-romantic context. Because that’s what Joel would want, right? He doesn’t have the time or energy to deal with some romantic drama, you reasoned.

Joel’s face became unreadable. His mouth slightly opened as if he were going to say something, but closed again as he decided on something else. “Together?” He clarified. You ignored the way your heart sank. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I have some wine at my place, I thought maybe we could have a glass before we go. But if you have other plans…”

“I don’t.”

His response was quick. Joel saw the way your face fell at his initial response, and he quickly realized why. You thought he was uninterested in going with you personally. Something that couldn’t be further from the truth. Joel wanted nothing more than to go with you. Jesus, he had the opportunity to take a girl on a movie date. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. 20 Years was probably something like it. More.

His reaction was purely shock. Not distaste. He was shocked you wanted to go together. That you wanted to go with him. Be seen in association with him on purpose and not in a group setting. It was more intimate than he’d been with anyone recently.

“I’d love to go with you.” He clarified, realizing he’d only been staring at you since his response to having other plans. “Ellie can have the house to herself for a bit.” You reasoned with a smile meant to hide your giddy emotions and while Joel gave a short reaction at the idea of his kid-now adult- being home alone, he let it go just as easily, too distracted with thoughts of his movie date with you.

Deciding both of you needed a shower before the movie, you split up and went to your respective houses to shower and get ready. It was merely an hour and a half before the knock came at your door.

Swinging it open to reveal Joel, groomed and standing off to the side of your doorway. In one of his hands was a bouquet. Your eyes shot open and you pretended not to notice he got groomed and brought flowers to go somewhere with you. “Where did you find these?” You excitedly reached through the doorway to take them from him, immediately pressing your nose to the petals. It was a well done bouquet of wildflowers. You’d seen them growing several times on some of the patrol routes and found them beautiful everytime. Joel just happened to notice.

“I pulled a few strings.” He laughed, watching your face as you examined them carefully. He could stare at you for hours. You didn’t have to know the exact townsperson Joel bribed to get him those flowers ASAP and you certainly didn’t have to know the extra rations it took for him to keep quiet about it. Joel making an emergency request for flowers? Unheard of. And it will stay that way too.

“I don’t know what to say.” You said, breathless from inhaling the scents in front of you. “Maybe a ‘Thank you’, ‘Please come in’, ‘I have wine’.” Joel teased. You rolled your eyes and cleared the path for him to enter.

He was quick to follow you to your kitchen where you grabbed two glasses and filled them just under halfway. You both silently toast to each other and take a sip. The wine is sweet, but has a slightly bitter taste that lingers. And then, there was that silence. It slipped over both of you like a comforting fog. Both of you comforted each other just by being near one another. You were in sync in these moments and it felt like having a dance partner. Someone to anticipate your moves and flow with them. Being around Joel was as easy as breathing. He didn’t complicate things. In the silence his eyes were like weights on you and with every sip of your wine you felt his gaze follow your lips.

“Why did you ask me to come with you?” Joel asked, cutting through your beloved easy silence like an arrow slicing the air. You froze, not quite sure yourself. That wasn’t true, though. You were sure why you wanted him to come, but terrified of what that would mean. You scrambled for any other logical reason. A favor for Ellie? Personal interest?

“And it’s not to get me away from Ellie for a little while. She knows how to do that on her own…” He commented and you felt the heaviness at the end of his sentence. Crap. He knew you. That wasn’t his point right now. “You can bullshit everyone else, but not me, darlin’.” His southern drawl was accentuated in that nickname and it was enough to cover the nervousness in his voice. The nickname that flooded your mind constantly. The nickname that made you melt.

Finding any alternative to telling Joel your true feelings, you lied. “I didn’t want to be alone. Going alone to the movies alone is kinda lame anyways and my mom wasn’t feeling up to it.”

Joel made an ‘ah’ expression and looked away in thought. He wasn’t buying it, but it was something you clearly didn’t want to be addressed, so he dropped it for you. That doesn’t mean the real reason wasn’t swimming around his mind. Occasionally, he saw the way you looked at him. He knew you respected him and thought fondly of him. Just how fondly, he was unsure. While he hoped there was more, he couldn’t help but worry what you’d think of him. What you’d think of what he’d done to get there. What he’d done, he thought, in a way, to get to you.

“We’d better get going soon if we want to make it across town in time for it to start.” Joel commented with a clearing of his throat, taking a final swig of the wine, now long gone in both your glasses. Nodding, you quickly finished your glass and rushed to put the flowers in a spot you wouldn't forget about, meeting Joel by the door when you were done.

Twisting the key in the lock of your front door, you went to step down but felt a hand gently touch your back. Turning to Joel you saw his arm stretched out, but bent slightly. You looked at him in confusion.

“Oh c’mon…” He said, gesturing to his arm. “You know what to do.” He urged. Your blank expression answered his assumption with a resounding negative. Feeling a little ridiculous, not because of your confusion but because his own effort in sending signals were going unnoticed. He came up to you, grabbed your hand and looped it through his already-positioned arm. You smiled and said “Oh!” out loud, finally realizing what he’d been trying to do.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman.” You commented as you walked arm in arm to the gathering area the town held movie nights at, trying to ignore the way you were touching him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t before, but you’d repressed the way it made you feel before. It was beginning to be hard to hide it. Joel smiled slightly and shook his head. “Im telling you, I-”

“I know, I know, you just treat people how they want to be treated.” You finished for him. He stopped mid sentence and laughed to himself. “So you do listen.” His voice was gravelly but soft. Music to your ears. “Only when it’s you talking.”

Your response came out flirtier than you intended, the feeling overcoming both of you instantly. Despite ducking your head, avoiding his gaze, Joel felt his heart soar. “I’m a lucky man then.” It was your heart’s turn to flutter. Joel, once again plans to save the moment of being inquired upon further, noting your embarrassment. “How’s that?” You reply, desperate for every word. “I was able to get the most stubborn and independent person to actually listen. I don’t think any man has done so in history before.” Joel joked, a dramatic air to his tone, soaking every word.

You laughed at his jab and shoved his arm in response. “Yeah if you’re lucky for anything it’s because I tolerate your ass giving me a hard time.” He chuckled in response. “Now that is true.” His voice got quiet as you both approached the viewing area together. Finding a small section of grass that wasn't occupied, you and Joel grabbed one of the many chairs set out for people to use and you both sat together.

They were playing Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. A classic. Made before even Joel was born, but highly enjoyed in his childhood. He was looking forward to this movie when he heard it was the choice for the month. He was more excited about watching it with you, now. Your eyes fixated on the screen and as the movie began, everyone’s hushed voices and children's laughter all simmered to a pure silent crowd.

The movie played on like normal, maybe a glitch in the picture here and there but nothing too bad to break the feeling that comes with watching a movie. The ‘illusion’, some people call it. You’re laughing at a quip from Han to Leia when Joel subtly looks over to you. You’re too busy watching the movie to notice, but he can’t help but stare. Your eyes as they take in every moment possible, not wanting to miss out on a minute. Your lips are curved into a smile as you watch and Joel allows himself to wonder how they’d feel on him.

He notices a piece of your hair has fallen into your face and just before the thought of moving it converts to an action, you move to look up at him. Feeling panicked, he moves to scratch his nose and yawn. He stretches slowly and you look forward once more, unalarmed at first of his fidgeting. He was an older man after all. He was probably already getting stiff sitting still.

Joel’s stretch turns into an awkward hand on the back of your chair. This gets your attention. You can see his knuckles peeking over your shoulder and you wonder if the proximity was intentional. Inside, Joel is burning and tense. How could he be so stupid? The yawn and reach? Really? Did someone give him an ‘Oldest Tricks in the Book’ book?

Through his peripheral vision, he looks down to you, searching for any reason to give you any wanted space. He finds none. You’re content and still watching the movie. For the most part. In reality, your mind is reeling just as much as his.

Deciding to be a little more brave, Joel goes to rest his hand against your shoulder. Touching. He was touching you in a comforting way. Between this and walking arm in arm, just the slight contact makes him light headed. It’s been so long since he’s ‘made moves’ on anyone. He’s wracked with nerves and mostly stressed he’s lost his touch. That to you, he’s some cringe-y, single dad.

You feel his thumb starts to move against your shoulder in soft, slow, circles. Despite the motion’s intention to relax, you notice how tense he is. Looking down, his other hand is a fist, fidgeting with the hem of his flannel and you can see he’s watching the movie but every so often his eyes are darting around and down to you. It dawns on you just then that he is trying to make a move.

A mischievous smile spreads on your lips. If Joel was going to be subtle and innocent about his advancements towards you, you were ready to make this as easy on him as possible. After all, the man has been through hell and does deserve a win. Your mind ran a million miles an hour just picturing what might come next. Your attraction to him was at least somewhat reciprocated. It made thinking straight hard, but you knew you had to find some way to show him that he is more than welcome to be more comfortable with you.

You grin to yourself, knowing your plan is in place and you’re too excited to think of previous insecurities of his attraction to you. His sweaty palms and arm on your shoulder proved enough. Sighing lightly, you also feign fatigue, and carefully rest your head on Joel's shoulder.

You feel his upper torso tense and then relax as he processes what you’ve done. Feeling yourself move a bit to get more comfortable, he takes the opportunity to relax his own muscles, recognizing just how stiff they were beginning to get, and he moves his arm to fully drape over you and pull you in. His muscles loosening underneath you is your sign to move an arm over to rest on his leg.

His muscles were taught underneath his jeans. You felt the sweat on his palms, but it didn’t bother you. It actually made you smile. Joel Miller. A tough Texan who rarely let others in was a nervous wreck trying to get close to you. You stifled a giggle and adjusted yourself to be slightly more pressed into his body, almost crossing your leg with his.

Joel could hardly breathe. You were playing into it. It crossed his mind that maybe you’re being nice and don’t want to reject him. But he also noticed your hand on his thigh and how you sometimes would trace shapes or squeeze it lovingly there. It made him feel like a teenager, and he was basking in every second he got to feel his hand on your waist.

The only reason you both noticed the movie ended was when others began to stand up, grab their seats and the floodlights that lit the area came on. It made both of you jump a bit but no one rushed to untangle themselves from the other. He looked over to you, who began to slowly get up from where you were, cool air running over what had once been covered in warmth on his side. He tried to ignore the emptiness he felt without you being next to him so close, having grown accustomed to it for a couple hours.

“So…” You trailed off, not really sure what to say. Your anxiety was through the roof. Both of you weren’t sure if you should address what just happened, or go back to business as usual. Joel spoke before you could. “Let me walk you home.” He quickly insisted, standing and holding a hand to you. You smiled and took it, feeling a bit nervous. You knew if you didn’t address it immediately, it would definitely happen later. You hoped when he got to your door.

The walk home was quiet for the most part. A few comments on the movie, Joel told you a part he’s loved since he was young. You noted how nice it is to be able to do this despite the world’s circumstances. He agreed.

You’d just turned onto your street when Joel spoke again. “Can we talk?” He stopped mid step. It was a rare moment of bravery from him you wrote off as uncharacteristic. Startled by the abruptness, you stopped as well, disconnecting from his hand but not wanting to.

He watched as your arm fell back to your side. With a strong huff of air, he covered his mouth in stress. “I don’t know how to say this.” He said, honestly. You dreaded the worst. He’s going to tell you he doesn’t want this- or anything more. This wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t going to go home with you.

“Start with the first word.” You suggested, hoping you’d spark anything to get him to spit out what he was trying to say faster. Like a bandaid, you wanted the end of this to be quick and easy.

“You.” Joel said, clearly having more but working through how to put it. You gave him pause to gather his thoughts. “Y’know, you’re always on my mind but we don’t talk and then today you ask me to see the movies, but it’s just because you don’t want to go alone…” He begins to ramble. “Which I know is bullshit because you don’t mind going places by yourself.” Your breath hitches in your throat. He’s seen you this whole time. Why has he not said anything? Done anything?

“And then you spend half the damn movie basically in my lap and darlin’”- That nickname. “I am trying to be as respectful as possible but you just look so beautiful all the damn time and after tonight I don’t know if you feel the same, but I-I need to know. So I know what I can and can’t say to you. Say the word and I promise I’ll never touch you in that way.”

Dumbfounded, you just looked at him, mouth slightly open. It was the most Joel had ever said at one time to you, ever. He never vented. He spoke but in small bits and it was straightforward. He knew what to say. He always knew what to say. But around you he didn’t.

That one small fact had you lightheaded. And then his words dawned on you. Say the word and I promise I’ll never touch you in that way.

“No!” You blurted out. “I mean, I want you to touch me.” You cringed at how awkward it came out. “I mean…” A laugh from yourself blurted out at how hard this really was to put into words. “What do you want to say to me?” Settling on that, you looked into his eyes and found them pouring into yours. He’d smiled and chuckled in relief at your nervousness, giving him enough of an answer. Stepping forward, he traced the side of your face with a calloused finger, stopping after moving hair behind your ear. It gave you chills.

“I want to say,” He paused, looping a hand around your waist. “That I’ve been waiting to get you in my arms since we first met.” His words were enough to make the coldest person alive melt. “And you’re the only one who has got me wrapped around their finger like you.” His low voice rumbled in your chest as he closed some of the distance between you. He paused. Searching your eyes for any kind of resistance, hesitation… regret. He found none.

“I was going to say the same thing.” You grinned, closing any space between the both of you. His lips were rough on yours, his beard prickling the edges of your cheeks. Your fingers found their way into his hair and you sank into his grasp.

Joel felt like this was who he was supposed to be kissing. Who’s skin he was meant to be touching. His heart was thundering in his chest. He’d been falling for you for so long, he forgot the possibility that you’d possibly feel the same and settled on the idea you were better off without him. He knew now, under your grip which was soft but commanding all at once, you were just as deep in pining after him in return.

In reality, you kissed like that under the low street lighting for three minutes. It felt like an hour. Pulling away felt like diving underwater, far away from oxygen. Barely a foot apart and yet it felt so far.

“Do you want to come inside when we get back?” You asked, breathless. He chuckled, lips curving into a smile to match your own. “I want nothing more, sweetheart.” Joel’s gravelly tone lulled. It was rich with care and lust. Damn that voice. The voice that would drift you to sleep that night, whispering sweet praises under sheets you’d only slept in alone prior. It felt nice to have his breath on your neck, his bare legs tangled with yours, his soft skin on yours until morning. Ellie got the privacy she needed, and Joel got the night he deserved.

You’d worry about what to tell your mother some other time.

thank you guys for reading! hope you enjoyed. this has been my first official fully finished fic since returning to tumblr! i appreciate everyone's support :))

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rimunagenius · 2 years ago

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Lucky

Pairing: Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!reader , Benny Miller x Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x F!reader

Warning: angst! , mentions of divorce (reader and ex husband (Garrett) yes i did this on purpose) , foul language (like very derogatory terms used against reader) , and overload of Will x reader fluff!

Word count: 4.1k words!!

Summary: You found out your husband cheated, abandoned you and your guys’ baby for your bestfriend. Your best boys are their to comfort you through the nasty breakup.

Note: I absolutely loved the idea of the reader having a baby and being a single mom (mainly bc i’m not a fan of together parents [based from my experience]) because i would be able give most of the men in the movie a good ending they didn’t get other than Frankie. Frankie got his baby and the others just exist and the ending leaves very little to the imagination so i like the found family dynamic (BUT THIS IS STILL BEFORE THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN COLOMBIA). I also really want to explore the reader and Wills relationship further maybe? Idk lmk what you guys think.

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Numb.

That’s how you would describe the pain you felt—couldn’t feel, as you lie on the floor of your bathroom. Your chest felt like a ton of bricks had been piled on, one after another and the weight was ruthless as you tried to intake a breath.

You didn’t know what you did, why it happened, or what went wrong that caused the feelings to change. Why her? What did she have that you didn’t?

You ran through every scenario in your head, replaying every moment and words exchanged with him. What made him so unhappy in this relationship. You had a baby with him for god sakes. It didn’t change the fact that he left both of you. You and Tatum. Your 7 month old baby.

You don’t know when you ended up on the floor, when you decided that it was all too much that you took solace in the one area you haven’t cleaned in 2 weeks. It was gross. You were gross—felt gross. You couldn’t remember anything that happened in the last 72 hours other than getting up to feed your baby and go to the bathroom on a continuous cycle. You had ignored everyone’s calls. Either sending them straight to voicemail or just listening to the phone ring.

Frankie called and asked why you, your husband—soon to be ex husband, and Tatum missed the cookout Friday night. Benny calling because you missed his fight, the one you promised you’d make this time, the one they had the celebratory cookout for. Santi had the same reason as Frankie. Everyone was worried sick. You haven’t responded to any text and calls and that was unlikely behavior on your part.

Will didn’t know what to do. He had called and texted, a numerous amount of times. He even showed up to your house, knocking and waiting by the door for almost an hour when the guys called him and said you hadn’t responded to them either.

Will was your best friend. You’ve known him just as long as Benny. The Millers being your bestfriends since you were kids. They introduced you to their friends once they all decided to leave the Army. You soon became apart of their found family.

But Will, your the closest to. You were the same age, leaving an age gap to the youngest Miller, that’s why you got along and closer to Will; but you didn’t love and adore Benny any less. As all the guys’ failed attempts at trying to figure out what was going on, you just repeated the same endless cycle.

Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. All day for the last three days.

So you lay there, on the bathroom floor, Tatum asleep in her bouncer right next to you. You brought her in here when you had to leave the room to vomit as you couldn’t handle being you. You being so sick of yourself since it was was easy for him, your husband of 4 years, boyfriend of 6, to leave—cheat on you like all those memories, the baby you both made together, was nothing.

You decided to jump in the shower, not having showered in days. The warm water felt good on your skin, refreshing. All you could do was stand there. Enjoy the water washing away the sweat, tears, touch of everything you’ve experienced in the last 2 weeks. Washing away his touch. The lingering cheek kiss, side waist hug as he was leaving for ‘lunch with his boss’ so they could ‘talk about a promotion.’

You bet sex with Samantha, talking about him leaving to move in and to continue having a relationship while breaking the heart of the one they both were supposed to love most was fan-fucking-tastic.

As you finished washing your hair and body, even shaving your legs because you needed to feel clean, new, Tatum cried. Hopping out you wrapped your towel around yourself and bent down to place her pacifier back in her mouth. Her cries dying slowly and her eyes lulled to a close again.

Picking up the bouncer you walked back to your room, and put on your sleep shorts and oversized T shirt and took Tatum to the living room. Setting her in her bassinet that you bought last week for the living room, you grabbed the throw blanket that was on the couch and cover your legs as the TV played ‘Love Island’.

Wow, great choice for a time like this. God really loves me today, doesn’t he? You couldn’t help but let the tears that were in a relentless battle with your self control, roll down your face. It was just so hard to let go of all the memories. The years that you spent loving the man that you thought was the love of your life, but ended up being the love of your ex bestfriends’.

Brushing your hair behind your ears, a knock at your door interrupted your tears. Sighing, grateful you had closed the blinds and your car had been parked in the garage, so it wasn’t noticeable that you were home, you sat and waiting for whoever thought you were home, would give up and go home. You should’ve known better.

After ten minutes, the knocking continued and you growing annoyed, got up to answer. Your wet hair, dampening your shirt as you totally disregarded putting it up. “What the fuck, man.” You said as you approached the door, hoping whoever was there, heard.

You have a shocked look across your face as you find Frankie standing at your door, flowers and chocolates in hand. You sigh, a sad smile reaching your lips as you reach up to hug your best friend. “Hi, Frankie.” Tears fell down your face and Frankie was already worried but seeing the disheveled look you had and the sadness in your usually happy-lit eyes, his smile and emotions dropped. Seeing you sad made him sad.

He hugged you back, tighter and just held you. Didn’t ask any questions. As you let go you took the flowers and allowed him inside, but as you were shutting the door, three more people came barreling towards you.

“Wait, we’re here too.” Benny.

“Wait don’t close it, cariño.” Santi.

“We came too.” Will.

You fought the tears as you tried to smile as your boys flowed through the door as you let them. “Just be quiet, Tatum hasn’t been sleeping well.” As if on cue, Tatum started crying. That’s when you snapped. All the small tears and sniffles turned into loud sobs as the cycle began all over again.

You shut and locked the door before pushing past the guys, who all watched you in sadness as you couldn’t stop sobbing as you picked up your daughter and just held her as you wished she would just stay asleep. “Lemme take her from you. Uncle Benny has missed his partner in crime.” Benny walked over, taking off his hat and setting it on the coffee table, and swooped Tatum out of your arms.

You sighed as you sat on the couch and rested your head in your hands. It was so overwhelming, all of it.

“What happened, cariño.” Santi asked as he sat in the love seat in your living room. His question only prompted more tears and cries. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You spent the last three days numb because you had to be strong for Tatum. You couldn’t let yourself spiral. Now that the guys were here, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” Will kneeled infront of you, removing your hands from your face, replacing one with a hand of his own against one of your cheeks.

“He left.” Was all you could say. Croak, actually. You couldn’t speak as more sobs threatened to tear from your throat.

“Who? Garret?” Frankie asked, already having a strong idea as to what went down. He never liked Garret, never trusted him either. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t already mad.

“Yeah. He went out for lunch ‘with his boss to talk about some promotion at the firm’, but he actually met up with Samantha.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. Meaning to put air quotes around the words, confirming Frankie’s suspicions. You sniffled, grimacing at the sound as you were super congested from the crying you’ve been doing for the last 72 hours. It was fucken awful.

“That fucken bastard.” Benny and Santiago said together.

“He was a piece of shit, anyways.” Will mumbled as he pulled your head into his shoulder as he hugged you, remaining on his knees infront of you.

“I never liked him. Just thought i’d say that up front right now.” Frankie raised his hand.

“He didn’t even come back. He hasn’t come back and I sure as hell hope he doesn’t for the sake of him wanting to keep his manhood.” You sighed into Wills shoulder, eliciting a chuckled from the guys, including you. Surprisingly. “I found out by Samanthas roommate Nina, who by the way knew they had been fucking for 2 months now. She only told me because her and Sam got into an argument about the rent like a week ago. Samantha has been texting me non-stop about how sorry she is but he hasn’t messaged me once.” You pulled away from Will and looked at all the guys in the room. You were so grateful for these men. Your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like it anymore.

“Good. Cause if he calls, he’s not gonna hear the end of it from the Millers, and won’t be able to cheat on anyone when me and Frankie are done with him. Shit, he won’t be alive once the Millers jump in.” Santiago said as he turned his attention to the TV, noticing the Love Island playing. Turning the TV off immediately, not thinking it suit the moment.

You smiled softly, your sad smile returning as you wiped the stray tears. “Hi, baby! How’s my favorite niece!” You heard Benny as he was suddenly made aware of Tatums awake state as she grabbed at his stubble. She loved touching all the guys facial hair. You never understood it but whenever one of them was holding her, her hand was always on their face.

“Hey, dickhead! She’s not the only niece you have.” Frankie reminded Benny of his own kid, earning a groan from Benny.

“Dude she’s not even born yet. When she is, they’ll both be my favorite princesses in the world. Fun Uncle Benny is gonna be their favorite.”

Frankie nodded his head, rolling his eyes at Benny’s save. The room went silent as your phone rang, and the picture and called ID was on display to everyone.

“Fuck no.” Benny immediately said. “Shit! Aw damn! Jeez, sorry.” He immediately apologized for his language. Aware how you felt about the guys cursing around Tatum.

“Don’t answer it.” Will said, as you picked up your phone. All the guys protested but you didn’t care. You answered.

“What?” Your sadness immediately being replaced by anger and betrayal as he just now decided to call.

“What the fuck is your problem!? Your ignoring Sammy? She didn’t do anything to you.” Garret yelled over the phone at you.

What a fucken idiot.

“Im sorry, WHAT!? Your going to call me to bitch and moan about how im ignoring the woman you cheated on me with!? Your unbelievable.” You got up, all the men stood up with you.

“Im unbelievable!? Your just a self centered bitch who didn’t see that I was unhappy in our marriage! Jesus Christ! You were so fucking boring,” Garret said your name with such distaste and anger. It shocked you. Suddenly you didn’t feel mad, you felt sad and worthless again. The boys didn’t waste no time in jumping in.

“Hey, man. Watch your damn mouth.” Will said from next to you. The calmness in his voice was scary. It always was. The way he stayed calm during duress situations was scarier than him yelling.

“Mhnmhn.” Frankie shook his head from where he was standing.

“Earmuffs Tatum. Im gonna fucking kill him.” Benny whispered looking up. No matter how little Benny was, growing up, he protected you—tried to, whenever someone gave you a hard time. He’s done it all his life, and this time was no different. Even with your daughter in his arms.

“Dear god.” Santi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, what? You have your little bitch dogs with you. I bet your banging all of them, you fucken slut. You always had the hots for Will. Your a whore. This is why I cheated in the first place.” Garret yelled through the phone, Samantha being heard laughing in the back.

“Get your head out of your ass and put your bitch in check. They’re here because they’re helping me take care of your daughter. You know, the one you decided to abandon the minute you fucked another woman?” You cried into the phone. You couldn’t even be angry. All you felt was sadness. Everything hurt. It hurt to cry, to speak, to breathe.

“Look, im sorry. You gotta understand that I wasn’t happy anymore. I’m sorry, baby.”

“You do not get to ‘baby’ me. Your a sad excuse for a man Garret. Jesus.” You decided you didn’t want to just rip at him, you needed to get a rip at Sammy. “Sammy, don’t be sad when you wake up one day when you don’t see Garret in bed with you. He’ll probably get bored of you too, and fuck your roommate. Hell, he’ll fuck the whole complex.” You heard a distant ‘Fuck you’ before you let more tears fall.

“Baby, im sorry.”

“Garret, stop calling me that. We’re done. You don’t get to be nice and ‘baby’ your way out of this. You just finished calling me a slut and a whore!”

“But you get to invite all your men over!? How could you do that to me?”

“How could you cheat on me with my bestfriend!?” You choked back a sob, Will wrapping his arms around your neck from behind, kissing the top of your head.

Garret said your name, just above a whisper. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Your voice soft, tired, of speaking when all you want to do is cry. You did just that, cry as you got your final words out. “It doesn’t really matter, Garret. Cause in the end it all hurts the same. I’m done. I’m done with you, your little whore and your not coming back home. Expect divorce papers at the door of your house—oh, im sorry, your mistress’ house, in two weeks. Fuck you, man!”

“Can I atleast get my-“ You didn’t give him to finish his sentence as you hung up, unleashing all your pent up rage, sadness and overall overexertion. You turned your body into Wills, allowing him to hug you as you cry into his favorite hoodie. He doesn’t even care that his forearms of his sleeves are getting damp from your still undried hair, and his chest growin damp from your tears.

Benny, Frankie, and Santiago all joined in on the hug as you just cried. They knew there was nothing they could say or do but just hold you while you let it all out.

These were your guys, and nothing would change the way you would always be grateful to them.

Your boys, your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like home anymore.

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Will had made dinner for all you guys. You all sat at the table and ate together, Benny not letting go of Tatum once. She already had her uncle wrapped around her finger.

For the most part you guys ate quietly, and just talked about what you missed the last three days before apologizing that you had missed it all. None of them held it against you, understandably so. They talked about their work and what they’ve been up to and what they have going on, not touching on your situation any longer than they had to. You didn’t want ‘im sorry’s you just wanted to hang out with your friends. You didn’t want to feel sad anymore.

Not long after you all ate, you went and laid on the couch in bewteeen Will and Benny. You were leaning on Benny, curled into his side while Frankie sat on the other side of him and Will by your feet. You don’t remember much of what you were watching as you were in and out of sleep. Sleep that you haven’t been able to properly get as it was just you and Tatum. An insomniac baby is bound to catch up to you later. All you knew you had put on your favorite rom com but just didn’t remember exactly what part you were watching.

It wasn’t long before the built, muscled, and toned side of Bennys frame, turned into the soft cuddly teddy bear that was his personality. Long before you could fight the sleep until the guys left, your eyes closed and you fell asleep.

You had convinced the guys to watch your favorite rom-com. It only took you begging them quietly as Tatum fell asleep after you fed her, not wanting to wake her, and dropping the ‘hey, I just asked for a divorce against my cheating husband’ card and it was hard for them to say no to you.

Benny and Will knew that you falling asleep to this movie wasn’t uncommon. You did when it first came out when you were in middle school. The movies nights they let you pick and you’d pick this movie falling asleep around the same time, everytime. How to lose a guy in 10 days just gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt sad or whenever you just felt like falling hopelessly inlove with the perfect love story.

“Never fails.” Benny chuckled softly, noticing your soft snores into his side.

All the guys looked over to see you knocked out, curled into a tiny ball, wrapped in the small throw blanket. This was a calming and reassuring view for all of them. They’ve never seen you like this before. Sure they have been there ever since they met you and all the old boyfriends who didn’t deserve you, but the way you were today. Sad, betrayed, and angry…was something they hope to never see again.

They love the happy you. The you that jumped up and down whenever you met them at the terminal when they were back on leave. The you that laughed at the most unfunniest jokes because everyone deserves to feel special. The you that your smile brightens up the whole damn room and any of their bad days.

They saw you finally at peace, the most peaceful you of the day. Getting the rest you deserved they all felt successful in their efforts to cheer you up any way they could.

Frankie was the first to get up, putting his hat on. “I gotta head out, my girl is waiting for me.” He hugged all his friends goodnight, stopping at you to give you a kiss on our head. Santiago got up, being that Frankie was his ride. Santiago did the same.

Benny was harder to get up. He didn’t want to disturb the little sleep you have been able to get in the last couple of days, but again, Frankie was his ride. He grabbed a throw pillow next to him, and swiftly and stealthly switched it under your head. Your soft stirring causing all the men to stop breathing and moving, not wanting to disturb you.

Once the coast was clear Benny said bye to his brother and kissed your head softly. He walked over to Tatum and kissed her soft brown hair, covering her better with her blanket.

Will decided to stay the night with you. You had agreed when you sat down to pick the movie while the other guys cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. He offered to help you with his goddaughter so you can get whatever you needed done, out of the way. You appreciated the offer and agreed with open arms to let him stay. Him saying he’ll figure the ride out tomorrow, or whenever you didn’t need his help anymore.

The guys exited the front door, the sound of the truck starting soon disappearing as they pulled out and drove away.

No matter how much Will denied it to everyone, he was a sucker for the cheesy romance movies. He wouldn’t admit it, especially to you. These were your favorite and it was his duty as your bestfriend to deny he likes whatever you like. ‘It’s because im a boy’ he always told you. You thought he was so full of shit. He sat there for twenty minutes watching the movie he’s seen over a thousand times in his lifetime. It seemed to be working whatever magic it had on you and made him so tired. You guys both seemed to swap your liveliness.

Your sleepy state didn’t last long as you opened your eyes and let them wander around the room, as much as you could see, to find the house empty but Will and Tatum.

You sat up, and yawned. “How long was I asleep for?” You look at Will, hopeful that it was enough.

“Like, thirty minutes.” He rubbed his eyes as he yawned. His yawn being a little too loud as it woke Tatum.

You were moving the blanket off of you, getting up to get your daughter when Will beat you to it. “I got her. Sit back down, sweetheart.” You nodded softly your eyes still heavy from being tired.

“When did the guys leave?” You frowned having missed them on their way out. You didn’t say thank you.

“Like twenty minutes ago,” Hey, babygirl. C’mon. I got you.” Will bent over the bassinet, looking at Tatum. He cradled her in his arms. He watched as Tatums cries soon turned into whimpers which then turned into soft cooing. He smiled at her before another yawn escaped his lips.

The movie was still playing quietly, the end almost nearing. The soft background noise pulling you into your sleepy state yet again. You closed your eyes, shoving your arms and legs under the blanket forming a small ball again. The couch dipped next to you as Will filled the space, holding your baby girl.

You didn’t think twice before moving your body the other direction, to face Will before moving closer to his side. He knew what you wanted and he lifted his arm so you can get comfortable against him.

He threw his head back, finally closing his eyes as one arm held Tatum and the other held you against his chest. You couldn’t have been more grateful for this man. You loved him with every bone in your body. You were so glad that you were able to call him your bestfriend. You can count on him when the world let you down again and again.

You looked up at him, touching the side of his face. On contact, he moved his head in your direction, smiling softly as he was met with your eyes, full of happiness again. “Will?”

“Yeah, baby?” Your breath hitched at the nickname he hasn’t used for you in years. Atleast before you met Garrett. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Will picked up on everything, very observant, damn you Army.

“Thank you. Your too good to us.” You whispered, looking away from his face, nestling into the crook of his neck as you watched your daughter peacefully sleep in your bestfriends arms.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Anything for my two favorite girls.” He kissed your head, resting his head back on the couch, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes.

“I love you.” You whispered, closing your eyes too.

“I love you.”

All you could think about was how lucky you and Tatum had been to have a man like this in your life. A man who will move heaven and earth if you asked. How lucky you were to have men as good friends as the guys were to you. You couldn’t ask for a better family to help you raise your baby.

You and Tatum were so lucky.

You were both happy.

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A/n: I would absolutely love to turn Tatum and the guys relationship into a full series of one-shots. Like little moments as she grows up. I want to create a father-daughter dynamic with Tatum and Will because like i said i want to explore Will x F!reader more!! Maybe along the lines of them growing closer as Tatum grows up because as they figure the whole parenting thing out together, they also find themselves and figure out their relationship as well.

Let me know what you think!!! It would be greatly appreciated!!

#will miller #will miller x reader #will miller x you #will miller headcannon #william miller #triple frontier #triple frontier headcannon #daddy’s babygirl #together parents suck #sorry lol #dad!will miller #tumblrgirl #get this #i love my ocs #delusional #that should be me

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c0zmo-writes-archive · 2 months ago

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DadJuice AU (1/7)

Today I’ll be talking about my Beetlejuice dad AU, or DadJuice! There’s art at the end :) @possum-quesadilla

Here’s the DadJuice playlist.

Basic plot:

Beetlejuice is a father. The plot is very Beetlelands-y. Barbara is the mother, and Beej and Adam are the dads. They’ve got two kids, Bellatrix and Orion. I haven’t written much about this au yet, but it’s essentially Beej and the Maitlands figuring out how to be parents.

There’s some angst in it, with Beetlejuice being anxious that he’ll mess up his kids the same way Juno messed up him. Barbara was very anxious during her pregnancy, due to her past miscarriage. Beej tries to reassure her that their kids will be born dead anyways, but that doesn’t fully take away her anxiety.

Character info:

Bellatrix

She/her

She’s a very smart girl, and often is the one getting her brother out of trouble. She’s caring, logical, and pretty chill. She cares a lot for her family. She has a lot in common with Adam, and likes spending time with him. She likes watching him work on his model of the town. She's sort of expected to be the “calm kid”, which puts pressure on her.

Orion

He/him

Orion is Bellatrix’s twin brother. He’s very high energy, and gets himself into trouble quite often. His main problem is that his mouth moves faster than his brain. He takes after Beetlejuice the most, both physically and mentally. He’s rowdy, funny, but also struggles with fitting in. Luckily, he’s got Barbara as a mom, and she always tries her best to help him out. He’s a really curious kid. He was put on a leash for a while. The green patches on his body are skin; he was just born like that.

Orion and Bellatrix are, as my former science teacher once put it, oopsies children. When questioned by them, Beetlejuice calls them his surprise kids.

An interesting thing about them is that they look like demons, have powers like ghosts, but age like humans. Born deads are very rare, Beetlejuice being one of the few ones, so everyone’s sorta learning about each other at the same time. They have some traits that are completely unique to them, like horn color.

Lydia is like the fun aunt/babysitter. She loves hanging out with the kids, and they love hanging out with her.

Beetlejuice wanted the kids to go to a neitherworld school, but Barbara and Adam wanted them to go to a human school. They ended up making a compromise. Kids go to a human school during the weekdays, and on some evenings and weekends, they go to a neitherworld school, where they can learn more about their demonic side.

Both Bellatrix and Orion have human disguises. Bellatrix’s disguise has more of Barbara’s features, while Orion’s disguise has more of Adam’s features.

The two generally have a good relationship, ignoring the arguments they have over tiny things. Those problems get resolved within 72 hours. When they do have big fights, they can last for a while.

I came up with this AU a year ago. The first time I drew Bellatrix, I was at a restaurant and I drew her with my finger on my phone.

That’s about all I can think of for this one. Enjoy the art! Feel free to send me any asks about this or any other AUs as they come up!!

^^^ old art from 2023. First drawing is Bellatrix as a young adult, second is Orion as a kid, third is Bellatrix as a kid.

^^^ new art that was finished today! Bellatrix and Orion as adults. :)

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice au #DadJuice au #DadJuice #my art #I love looking back and seeing how my art style has changed oh my god

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saelterlude · 8 months ago

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lc musical clips pt.5!! can't believe this reaches 5 parts. to be fair, the more i watch the cooler the actors are and the more i love each of their quirks.

funfact before we start, if we exclude CMZ(bcs wtf. you are not 124 y/o CMZ), the average age of LG actors is 28 while the average age of CXS actors is 25 (I didn't take their birth month into account so give or take one)

The oldest being Du Guangyi at 34 y/o and the youngest being Jing Yangqiao at 20 (21 this April).

(pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.6, pt.7 here)

68. BONUS, the composer for the musical songs, metablue, posted a composing diary/vlog of her making 'forget about it' aka the encore sofa song. It's a really cool watch, and it's pretty short too.

69. 14/03/2024, Wang Minhui made Cai Qi laugh and break character so hard by sliding on the table that they skip rock paper scissors altogether. Thank youu shimmeringweeds for finding this clip, youre a life saver.

70. 15/03/2024, Zi Bowen is really fun/bratty during CX and his mom's song, he's also been really into that hat and his panicked face during 'Dive Back in Time' tutting is gold. Other than that, Ji Xiaokun and Guo Hongxu are fun as usual.

71. Zhang Jiahao short vid, I love how nonchalant he is. Who gives a damn abt rehearsals when you can play basketball. We got snippets of other songs. And where did he get the random card reader??

(ooh, i'm putting the side actor into focus for once. also, i just realized ZJH is the actor who started swinging when WMH mistook director Li Haolin's name lol i love him.)

72. 16/03/2024 day, blind dog Cai Qi is so funny plss and the way Wang Minhui just let him live with the consequences.

73. 17/03/2024 night, Du Guangyi focused but you can hear Teng Chunpeng cutely messed up 'Dive Back in Time' in the background.

74. 23/02/2024, I don't think I've shared this clip of Du Guangyi playing pattycake(?? IDK the english name. I call it mimimi) with Wu Hanglu.

75. 18/03/2024, Bai Zhuoming mic mishap here, aggressive feet flailing with Wang Minhui and Deng Xianling, and also extended rock paper scissors!

76. 17/03/2024 day, I'll be honest I miss Ding Xingchen. That said, him and Xian Dongyue are having the best sibling wrestle.

77. 17/03/2024 day, same performance as above, and there's Wu Yihan doing overhead RPS.

78. 16/03/2024 night, Guo Hongxu fumbles the sofa/leg choreo again (left leg first man!), Shu Rongbo blubbering bcs GHX twist his arm post-RPS, and Wu Hanglu being the teasing big sister ever.

79. 21/03/2024, he once did overhead, now Wu Yihan is doing hip-height RPS, and he cheated. Shu Rongbo being confused. And they once again give the cutest hug, even for a side hug.

(heh, funny how JXK likes to hogs/blocks the sofa to annoy LG meanwhile SRB is always clearing the sofa for LG.)

80. 23/03/2024 day, very fun performance with Wang Yifei, Zhu Hanbin, and Deng Xianling. I highly recommend watching this. It's so fun I wrote a whole post about it. Also, harmonizing.

81. 22/03/2024, very short but look!! A Jing Yanqiao clip!!! I'm happy, I recently brainrotted on him. I wish he could perform more since I really like his voice but unfortunately I'm pretty sure he's still in school and have a limited schedule. But I will make you all love him before his BDay!

Today's bonus clip is a voice reel of Du Guangyi as Enforcer from the game Arknights! It's very soothing, I can fall asleep to his voice. He's so cool, he's an actor in everything. Musical actor, stage-play actor, TV and films actor, voice actor, he was a child actor too.

But since that's not a musical and it's kinda cheating, here's an actual bonus clip of Zhu Hanbin in Dr. Bloodthirsty (? 嗜血博士) musical. A small 3 person play which is giving me Jekyll and Hyde vibes. He's playing Jonathan, a young psychologist called to examine patient 13. It's really cool, please check it out!

(if anyone ever have a request on who the next bonus clip should be (even the side actors) just say so and I'll do my best. i'm always up for exploring new things)

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blugnettabutterflies · 2 years ago

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CRIMINAL CASE CONSPIRACY CASE 52 SPOILERS

Now that I have seen this case, wrecking me apart... I have a few questions that probably I get out of the radar and I'm too stupid to remember.

I'll put them in read more because it can be sensitive.

And let me know what you think, I would love to see your imput!! And so sorry if I messed up

The questions and topics will go specifically into Jones's attempt's side of the additional chapter, because HOLY SPIRIT THAT FIRST SCENE SHOULDN'T HAVE HIT ME THAT BAD YET HERE WE ARE.

Ok everyone.

... You think Ramirez ever find out around Jones' Attempt?

Because Ramirez is heavily fond to him, he was the one who gave the player the idea to get to MARCONI'S SCENE to get the tapes. How so you think he reacted?

I mean, I feel eventually he found out about everything, but probably was the last one to know. Probably letting him be at his house to keep him company instead of just leaving him there on his own.

I wonder how his therapy sessions went after that.

Because as far as I knew he was going to therapy. Just.. imagine. Probably when we were finding the letter or taking care of the other side with Louis, his therapist probably gave him a visit. And even after the letter, those sensations doesnt go away that easily. No wonder they make him have an undefined leave. A lot going on.

You think he had to be put to the mental health facility? Or just went home?

I mean obviously not in the same facility, the one where Zoe was and some others want to make his life hell alreadybis the biggest red flag. Maybe another one, near town? Idk, just a silly thought.

After all, he had to go through a mental health evaluation for probably the next 72 hours he had to stay in the room since he woke up.

And let's be real, even when it's a game, a letter could be able to give someone the will to live. But it can be damaged with other stuff happening. It's not easy.

Is Astrid even alive at that point?

Because if she is, she would have ended up alone without her "Temporary" owner... man.

I mean she could have passed away from old age or something, Zoe met Astrid... if she is dead then there's another point to add to the culmination of things that led him to this.

Edit: Not only Astrid is probably alive at that point, DAVID IS ALSO HIS OWNER, THIS MAKES THINGS WAY HEAVIER.

... How is Gabriel doing?

Because I am so sure those were his sedatives. He was the one who at the start of the case gave it to him so he could rest up after his breakdown. And probably was trying for him to talk it out. And suddenly he finds Jones on the ground with an empty pill bottle, with other members trying to get him to a hospital. He must have had a lot of guilt.

Well I know that professionals usually have their techniques to not get so messed up over this kind of situations, let alone over mental health, but I believe some feeling was there.

#criminal case game #criminal case #criminal case The Conspiracy #David Jones #Zoe Kuzama #CCTC52 #Gabriel Herrera #Eduardo Ramirez #help why am i so worked up over this #help #head case #his is the prpblem with hyperfixations guys #it never ends well in my part

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anaesthesia-why · 1 year ago

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i've been thinking about rewriting a couple of 2000s-early 2010s russian tv shows that i used to like a bit before i became a radfem but with each new glimpse at them after i found rf i found more and more misogyny so... a question. i don't wanna be that hetero that just assumes things so I wanna ask actual lesbians if any lesbians in denial overcompensate by trying to date a lot of men to convince themselves they are "normal"?? or is it just a stereotype?

I just don't want to change the time setting, to keep it more or less realistic, even though the shows ran when i was just a baby, one started before my birth even if i remember correctly, so i don't know everything about the situation then, but i more or less have the grasp on what mentality people used to have. if i were to go all out i'd even research the types of phones and computers that were used/available then and political stuff too but for now i want to focus on the interactions between the main characters. like i've been thinking about the rewrites for almost 2 years??

so considering russia is a bit culturally behind europe and us, let's say 10-15 years, and the characters's birth dates from the first show were like 1970-1975 (the were 30-35 in 2003?? or smth) (or even earlier years) (i always assumed '68 and '72 more specifically though bit sometimes i thought they were the same age so i gotta figure out what works better)

i just. i want to write something but the story i started a couple years ago (and only write like a couple chapters every summer lol) is a naive bl (ye i found rf by that time but. habits). I'm bad at original stuff but i have a lot of passion to "fix" things that have SOME potential or when i want the characters to have justice. bc the way stuff happened in the shows is so frustrating. the amount of misogyny the characters had to put up with. competing for a worthless male's attention. and so on. in the other one turning a goth poet into a housewife and a mom by 19!! and smart girl loving a dumdum guy 4 years older than her and staying to help him in the grade she was in instead of advancing and going through the school program fast bc she's a genius. and then going to a police college instead of like any prestigious uni, also for him. been thinking about making goth girl a lesbian so she doesn't fall in love with the guy she married OR making him a girl with who she can have a normal relationship bcs he was a great character at first they just butchered him so fn much. the other girl should just not make friends with the dum at all and ever. let an intellectual character be a snob when a 17 yr old doesn't know how to write most of the words properly and needs help with every class. she's 13 and just has to formally finish school.

why did i write all this. i'm sorry the question from the 1st paragraph still stands. stereotype or real? can be used for writing or not?

#radfems do touch #radfems do interact #radfems please touch #radfems please interact #writing #rewrite

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comfortingevanbuckley · 2 years ago

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I don’t know what this is, but blame the height chart from the previous episode for getting me in my feels. I’m still not sure how I feel about it but it’s basically a phone call between Chimney and the owner of the home he wants to buy from the episode. And since the original character doesn’t know Chimney personally, he’s referred to as Howard mostly since it’s his pov.

I might post this on ao3, which would be a good idea since I need to know how to actually do that properly pretty soon. This was just an idea I had so here we go!

6x09 coda, original character pov. Canonical character death discussed from the episode.

Andrew Miller always loved to decorate for the holidays. It was something he enjoyed doing with his family, seeing how excited his mother would get to put the Christmas tree up and see the joy on her children’s faces. While his Aunt Dottie always had a solemn look in her eyes when she would come see them, she never let her story cut into their enjoyment of the season.

At 72 years old, he was having a little more trouble getting around. Luckily his granddaughter had come over, regaling him with a story about her newest love interest while adding some ornaments to the tree outside their yard.

The door opened and his son stepped out, “Hey dad, phone’s for you!”

Andrew nodded towards him before turning to Sarah. “I’ll be right back, kiddo.”

“Okay, gramps.”

Andrew went inside and took the phone in hand. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Andrew Miller who owns the house on 387 Nottingham?”

Andrew closed his eyes and shook his head. This was not how he saw his day going. “Look, I don’t know how you found me, but-”

“No, no, sir, listen. My name is Howard Han, I’m with the LAFD. I recently went to the house on a call. Don’t worry, the house was fine, just a short in the wires caused it to keep dialing 911.”

Andrew scoffed in disbelief. “Of course. I’m sorry if it caused you any trouble.”

“Not at all, sir. I was just…I found myself really interested in the house and not for the reason you’re thinking.”

“Oh?” Andrew took a seat on the chair beside the table where the phone sat.

“My long time girlfriend and I, we have a little girl and we live in a one-bedroom apartment that I’ve had since, well, since way before either of them came into my life.”

“Oh, how old is your girl?”

“She’s almost 2.”

“Ah, I remember when my kids were that young. It’s a fun age.”

Over the phone, Howard laughed. “Tell me about it.”

“So, why are you calling exactly?” Andrew had a feeling he knew, but at the same time, his Aunt’s face in his mind kept him from jumping the gun on whatever this man was speaking about.

“Well, with our daughter, her name’s Jee-Yun, growing, we’ve been looking into buying a new house. I saw your house and just…I don’t know. It spoke to me. And I know the history behind it, but I kept thinking about how perfect it would be for our family.”

Andrew hummed slightly. “Oh? And what do you know about the history?”

“That’s kind of why I wanted to call you. I’ve heard so many different stories, but I figured maybe you would know the real one.”

Andrew, of course, knew the legend behind the house. He didn’t know why no one ever bothered to find out the real truth. Or maybe people just wanted to glorify a family tragedy.

“I suppose my family’s tragic accident isn’t as exciting as a supposed murder, is it, Mr. Han?”

For a moment, there was silence. “Sir?”

Even though he didn’t know the man over the phone, something inside him told him that this was his chance. His chance to make sure his family’s story was corrected. It was the least he could do for his beloved aunt.

“Their names were Michelle, Lynne, and Jane. We called Lynne ‘Linnie’ and Jane ‘Janie.’ And their mother and father loved them. There was no murder at that home, Mr. Han. Yes, they did pass away with their father, Charles, but no one was killed.”

“Would you mind telling me what happened?”

Andrew could feel his son’s hand on his shoulder and he looked up to confirm he was okay. His son nodded, but didn’t leave his side.

“It was so close to Christmas. My Aunt Dottie was home wrapping presents and Uncle Charles had taken the girls out for ice cream. Even though it was cold, little Janie insisted on a treat. She had gotten a gold star on her class certificate so it was sort of a celebration treat. The other two weren’t going to go, but my uncle knew getting all of the girls out of the house would allow her to get the wrapping finished.”

Howard didn’t interrupt, which he was thankful for. If he could get through this story without pausing, it would be helpful. “Anyway, it was a rainy night, very rainy. The roads were slick and unfortunately a car bumped into them and Charles went off the road. They didn’t make it.”

“I…I’m so sorry to hear that, sir.”

“Please, call me Andrew.”

“Andrew. So…what about your Aunt Dottie?”

“She was devastated. Never the same after that. Once the funeral was over, she packed her belongings and left. Refused to sell the house or go back inside. She kept it until the day she passed on a year ago.”

“So you’ve been holding onto the home for her?”

Andrew shrugged, despite Howard not seeing him. “That and I didn’t want to put it on the market yet. I knew the lore and that no matter what I tried to say, the vultures would be out swarming. I couldn’t do that to her. She had done so much for me over the years, I felt it would be a disservice to her memory. To my Uncle and cousins.”

“Understood.��

“I haven’t been back there since…gosh, I think since 2012 when I was checking on the wires. Probably the reason there was a short since I hadn’t been back there in so long.”

“Listen, um, I was going to ask you and see if I could convince my girlfriend to at least look at the house. Would you be willing to take an offer on it without any of the…hoopla of putting it on the market?”

Andrew smirked, “If she’s not concerned about the history that no one else seems to care to learn about, go for it.”

“I can be pretty convincing when I want to be.” This earned a chuckle from the both of them.

“Listen. You can go to the house with her and if she agrees, then we’ll talk further. I appreciate you listening to my story, Mr. Han.”

“Of course. I’ll contact you soon. Thank you for trusting me with your family’s story.”

Months later, Andrew convinced his son to drive by 387 Nottingham. He could see a group of people with paint buckets and other tools needed to clean up the home. An older man stood beside Mr. Han on the porch, smiling as a brunette woman he recognized from previously meeting leaned into his side. On the lawn that once was unkempt, two men chased a tiny toddler as she giggled in delight waving a clipboard around.

Seeing this, he nodded, knowing he had done right by his aunt. The house would be a home again.

#911 #911 fic #chimney han #madney #canonical minor character death mention

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salmonthestoryteller · 2 years ago

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

I actually wrote this fusion RNM/The Most Wonderful Time of the Year ficlet back in January 2020. I didn’t end up posting it because of things happening in my life at the time took me away from the fandom for a bit. This year, I glanced at it again, and edited it a bit so I could post it. I may do a couple more holiday film fusions because cheesy holiday romances are my weakness.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

A Roswell New Mexico/The Most Wonderful TIme of the Year AU Fusion Ficlet

“I just didn’t think it was appropriate-” Noah started but was cut off by Isobel.

“To what? Write a very nice “Thank-you” note. Because that’s what this is. Would you care to read it?” She held out the note.

“No, I would never read your mail.”

“You would never read my mail, but you would steal my mail.”

Michael and Alex glanced at each other uncomfortably as the yelling on the porch continued.

“And that’s another thing! How could you propose to me in a room full of strangers? I don’t even know those people!”

“I thought it would be exciting. People do it at baseball games all the time.”

“Baseball games? Those people are idiots, Noah!”

“I think I’ll um… feed the puppy.” Michael retreated to the kitchen. Alex sent an exasperated look his way as Isobel and Noah reentered the house. Noah was putting back on his coat, and it was obvious he wouldn’t be spending the evening with them.

“Wait.” Isobel stormed up to him, pulling off the engagement ring she’d received the night before and holding it out to him. “Don’t forget this.”

Noah and her stared at each other for a moment, before he took the ring and left without a word.

Isobel paused in the entryway a moment longer before she wandered over to sink down and sit on the stairs. Alex left his place on the couch to join her. "What a mess." She told him. "I have been going crazy to make today perfect and now… Noah's out of the picture. And Kyle… he's probably on that plane to Denver right now and I'm never going to see him again."

"Probably…" Alex admitted. "But, on the bright side, there is turkey."

"Great. Max and Liz are having Christmas in Hawaii, you are here to spend Christmas with Michael… and I get a turkey."

"Or you could, y'know, get off your ass and go find Kyle."

Isobel stared at him. "What? Run to the airport on Christmas Day on the chance I might find him in time? That's crazy."

"Yeah, it is." The look in Alex's eyes reminded Isobel that this was the guy who wouldn't give up on her brother even when Michael wanted to give up on himself. "So go do it already."

Isobel pulled him into a fierce hug, before grabbing her coat. "The turkey will be done at four, if you or Michael eat any before I get back - I will kill you."

Alex only grinned. "I hear you." The next moment she was out the door and he glanced up to find Michael holding the puppy and watching him from the kitchen doorway. "This is shaping up to be a great Christmas."

"Did you plan all this?" Michael asked him.

"Me? Never."

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"I can't let you on without a boarding pass." The woman at the counter, Isobel was pretty sure her tag read Rosa, explained again.

"But I don't want to actually get on the plane, I just want to get someone off the plane."

"Wait, isn't this the same guy from yesterday? The one you wanted out of your house?"

Isobel sighed, leaning her purse on the counter. She didn’t notice when the bag accidentally hit the paging button on the microphone. "Look, I know this sounds nuts. I only met the guy 72 hours ago, and at the beginning, he drove me absolutely nuts. But he's great. He's great with my best friend, my brother grudgingly approves of him - and trust me my brother doesn't approve of anyone. He's witty, he can cook, he stuck it to my neighbor, which was really amazing, he's… beautiful. He made Christmas feel really special for the first time in ages."

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In a different part of the airport, almost to the head of the line, Kyle paused. He could swear the person talking was Isobel, but that was crazy. Isobel had gotten engaged to Noah the previous evening and would be having Christmas dinner with him, Alex, and Michael right now.

"I have never done anything this crazy, believe me." The voice on the paging system continued. "But I have to take the chance, because otherwise… I may never see him again. And I really want to… can you please just check for me? His name is Kyle Valenti. He's on the flight to Denver."

Kyle had reached the front of the line but froze at his name. "That is her. That's me. She's talking about me." A smile broke out on his face, and he tossed his pass at the bewildered attendant in front of him. "I have to go." Turning around he started to slide around the other people waiting to board to head back into the airport.

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Isobel bounced in place as she waited for Rosa to finish looking on her computer. She'd never dared anything like this. Surely it had to pay off. But the look Rosa gave her when she looked up from her screen was apologetic. "According to this, he already boarded."

Isobel felt her hopes shatter around her and her voice was small as she asked, "He did?" The other woman nodded, and Isobel gathered herself up as she picked up her purse. She was Isobel Evans, and she did not break down in front of strangers. "Thank-you." She told her and headed away from the counter.

She still had Alex and Michael, she reminded herself. She had Max and Liz, even if they had ditched her this year for the tropics. She had the damn turkey dinner she'd worked so hard on. She would be fine.

Her feet carried her through the airport, heading for the front doors, when a voice behind and above her drew her attention. "Isobel! Izzy!"

She whirled, and - inexplicably - there he was a floor above her, leaning over the balcony to shout down at her. She felt a smile light her face, and Kyle echoed her expression.

#rnm fic #kybel #au

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a-tortured-poets-quill · 4 months ago

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HAAIII i hope you're doin well!!! i love your bloggg! (tbf i just love creeps content in general and let me just say, you PROVIDE for us starving fans)

do you have any william headcanons? :3

Hello! I am doing well, I hope the same for you!

William Grossman Headcanons

Full Name: William James Grossman

He/They

Bisexual

Race/Species: Human

Age: 21

Birthdate: November 27th, 2003

Height: 5’11

Weight: 159 lbs/72 kg

Hair: Strawberry blonde; curly, thick

Eyes: Sapphire blue

Body Type: Lean and lanky

Skin Tone: fair, pale; lots of freckles

Ethnicity: American

Birthplace: Charlotte, North Carolina

His father left when Will was ten, which left him with just his mom to take care of him. His mom tried her best to take care of him, but unfortunately she was already hooked up on cigarettes and alcohol. She was working at a small diner to pay rent, which landed her and Will in a crappy little apartment building. When she wasn’t able to take care of him (either at work or passed out) Jack took care of Will.

I like to think LJ has a human form he’s able to turn into and he got a job as Will’s babysitter/nanny.

That being said, for Will’s whole childhood Jack was there helping to take care of Will in plain sight.

When Will was 15 him and his mom’s apartment was taken because they weren’t able to pay rent. Jack was able to move them into a small motel on the outskirts of the city, and Will got a job working at a small furniture store to help pay to stay there. Him and Jack started saving up money to get him and his mom out of the crappy motel and into a real home. Before they were able to do that, though, Will’s mom’s liver gave up from all the alcohol and she was put into a care facility. She was put on dialysis for the rest of her life.

That’s when Jack revealed his actual form to Will and asked him to come live in the underworld with him. Instead of running away like Jack thought he would, Will agreed. This was the man that had been helping take care of Will since he was a baby, and he had become Will’s best friend. Of course Will trusted him.

Jack doesn’t let Will drink alcohol. After seeing how it messed up Isaac’s father, and then Will’s mother, he’s scared to let Will get close to shit like that.

Even though Will is an adult, Jack still treats him like a child. He sees Will as another Isaac, and he wants to take care of Will best he can.

Will can play the guitar, and he’s pretty good at it. When Will was 11 Jack got Will his first guitar, along with a book that taught him about the different chords and how to play. Guitar is a coping mechanism for Will. He’s always wanted to start his own band, and has even written his own songs, but has never gotten around to starting one.

Will likes rock bands from the 80s like Metallica, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden.

He’s probably one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. His mother raised him to be kind, respectful, and compassionate, and because of Jack he’s always very goofy and loves making people laugh. He genuinely just loves making people happy.

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#eden writes #creeps comic #creepypasta au #will grossman #will grossman headcanons #laughing jack #isaac grossman #creepypasta headcanon

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amberjazmyn · 1 year ago

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criminal minds cast one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - no time to cry

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - mentions of horrific medical emergency for matthew, brother x matthew, crying, medical procedures, hospital

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - ryleigh gubler, matthew gray gubler's sister, a nurse at los angeles general hospital in los angeles, california was doing her normal night shift. the normal of normal work shifts when all of a sudden, she's given the one patient that would forever haunt her in her dreams more than any other patient she's taken care of in her entire working life as a doctor. that patient being her own brother, matthew gray gubler.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - this is the second time i've written this but decided to change it up for mgg

masterlist

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ryleigh gubler, the younger sister of criminal minds actor and former model, matthew gray gubler was having her regular same old shift at los angeles general hospital in los angeles, california. she had just finished dealing with a middle-aged lady who was maybe in her late forties, early fifties when she heard crying and the pressing of the button by the lady working at the front desk - which, obviously was common to hear in an emergency room but, for some reason, she could recognise who was crying. just hearing the recognisable crying raised alarm bells in the nurse's head and she booked it down the hallway in an instant. however, that isn't how the day started so, let's go from the beginning and how ryleigh got to that panicked place of the cry that she knew inside and out.

aj's pov

it had been a long but amazingly fun day on set for our new season of criminal minds. me, shemar, paget, thomas, joe, matthew and kirsten were about to leave for some celebratory drinks after matthew was going to be finishing some extra camera angles so, he allowed the rest of us to go ahead and he'll catch up.

however, after the six of us had been waiting and waiting for matthew to join us for the drinks down the block like we always did to celebrate, i shot matthew a text. yet, the response i got from the message i sent which was, hey we're waiting was not feeling it which gave me a weird feeling because that response just doesn't at all sound like something matthew would say. i then decided to call him and see what was going on just to make sure he was okay because, in all seriousness, why would matthew ever shoot down the opportunity for a free cocktail?

the phone call however just didn't seem to make much sense on his end the way he was talking about how he wasn't feeling it and like he was stammering and stumbling over his words. honestly, in my head, i just thought he was stressed because he was literally working his backside off for the last 72 hours and he was just in a matted knot of anxiety. hanging up after some more muttering on matthew's end, it clocked in my head that nothing that came out of matthew's mouth made any literal sense at all and for some reason, i can't explain why it makes no sense, it just doesn't.

i had also told paget and given her the phone just so i could have a second opinion and, paget didn't hesitate to agree with me on the fact that the way matthew was humming and huh'ing was very strange.

"guys, this doesn't make any sense, i'm going back to check on matthew!" i call out as i put my phone in my pocket as i stand up to leave back to the hotel to check on matthew

okay's and that really is strange, hope he's okay amongst other things were the responses i got as i pegged it outside of the pub and back to the hotel, leaving the free cocktail i had just paid for and recieved for matthew.

the walk back over to the hotel was a strange moment because i had so many things going through my head and, i just felt so cluttered that i was just hoping and trying to believe in the thought that it was just anxiety and that, matthew would be okay once i joined him again.

ryleigh's pov

i huffed frustratedly as i was paged again by the lady that i had just finished up with. what more does this damn lady need from me that she can't get from anyone else in this goddamn establishment? yes, sure, i'm her regular, routine doctor but, still, if it wasn't for her constant nagging and need for my attention, i could be dealing with someone who is actually cocurrently dealing with an illness or issue that i can help. despite the attitude and agitation this particular patient gave me, i still did adore her, i am just usually so flustered whenever she pages for my assistance. however, of course, due to professionalism and not wanting to lose my job, i can't show her attitude and i had to shut it off because on top of everything else, i knew she was sensitive to certain things and actions. she's just really pushing my buttons now and i hate it. yet, placing the attitude away i had towards her and went to give her the care and needs to requires which for all i know could just be a headache on my end from all the times she's paging for me in the last thirty minutes.

"knock knock...hello shelley, what is it you need now sweetheart/ is everything all okay in here?" my voice up an octave in what my family calls my "lovely nurse's voice" as she smiled meekly

"i was just wondering when i'm getting dinner..." she trailed off as i took in a deep breath and smiled, chuckling slightly to release the teeniest bit of anger as that was what she asked me five minutes ago and then the five minutes after that even though she was already given dinner earlier than everyone else because she wouldn't stop talking about it

"...you've already had dinner sweetheart, what do you mean? do you want dessert, is that what you're asking?" i question as i walk in a little bit more to look at the eating schedule on the edge of her bed to make sure i was doing it correctly

"oh, yeah, dessert, that's what i meant..." she trailed off as i bit my lip and smiled despite moments earlier i didn't want to as i look back up at her from her clipboard

"...okay, well, you'll be getting it in about three minutes by kelly, is that all alright?" i ask with a smile as i see shelley smile and nod her head as i smile and breathe out, moments from leaving when she asked me to stay back

however, for some reason, i wasn't mad. i turned back around to face her and see that her smile was no longer planted on her face anymore and, to be honest, it worried me. so, i acted upon her worry and asked what was wrong as, even though she does unintentionally annoy me with her constant ask for me, she is still my patient and one of the sweetest i've genuinely had in ages.

"what's wrong shelley, are you okay darling?" i ask softly as i walk over to her bed and hover over it and place my hand on her blanketed bed near her hand

"i...i'm scared it's gonna happen again, ryry..." she trailed off with a teary breath as my heart broke as i gulped and my shoulders relaxed

"...i know you're scared shelley but, we've given you the medication and it's worked on you perfectly. i have a high intuition that you'll be perfectly fine and that you'll be discharged by the end of my shift tonight," i smiled softly and i give her a cheeky wink to make her more at ease as she giggles softly

"you really think so, ryry?" she mumbled as i smiled and nodded my head as i actually went and grabbed her hand into mine and lightly caressed it comfortingly

"i know so, shells. since you were given the medication, you've been doing exceptionally well. i have no doubt in the world that you'll be out of this bed and jumping wall to wall by the time i am finished for the night, and if that isn't correct, you can page for me during tomorrows shift for whatever it is you need, even if it's just for a hi-five, deal?" i propose as shelley gives me a confused look as she opens her mouth

"seriously? i know how you feel about me most of the time because of how many times i page for you when i could ask for anyone else here, ryry. i see the agitation in you face every time you come in here and i can see the way you try to hide it and control it. it doesn't at all offend me or make me sad. it just makes me feel guilty but, the reason i page for you specifically is that you make me feel safe and, you remind me of my own daughter called ryleigh who was also a nurse at this hospital..." shelley trailed off as my heart broke but at the same time it burned - i seriously reminded shelley of her daughter called ryleigh?

"really? i remind you of your own daughter?" i am now the confused one as shelley tearfully nods her head

"yes, you even look slightly similar to her so, when i found out you were going to be my routine doctor, i knew i had to cling to you for as long as i was in here for after my stroke. i haven't seen ryleigh since she ditched california and left back to canada. so, i really miss her but, seeing you really makes me smile..." shelley trailed off as my heart swirled as i smiled at her

"...i...i am so sorry to hear about this but, i'm sure she still loves you shells--"

however, before i could even chat to shelley more, i suddenly heard a commotion coming from outside where the front desk was. it also caught shelley's attention and she instantly let go of my hand, making me look at her in confusion.

"--you're needed, ryleigh, go, i'll be okay on my own! someone needs your assistance out there!" shelley pushes me to go as i nod my head and rush out of her room when i hear crying

but, it can't be that person. why is she here? that was when i heard the one voice i never, ever thought i'd have to hear even step foot into this hospital.

aj's pov

after the onsite nurse decided that matthew was just having a panic attack and that he needed to sleep it off and that not giving me the most pleasent feeling, i decided to ring paget again who gave me the clear to know that we needed to send matthew to the hospital and as quickly as possible. something was not at all right with matthew and i wasn't at all just going to get him to sleep it off whilst i spend the entire night overthinking if he actually falls asleep or if it really is something dangerous that will very quickly make his current state worse.

thomas, paget and i were all just waiting as i started to freak out but wanted to try to seem calm, just, worrying msyelf out to exhaustion as the receptionist tried to get matthew to tell her his name.

"...hey, uh, my buddy here is having a hard time putting words and thoughts together. i'm a little concerned but it could be nothing," i speak up as the receptionist looks up and makes eye contact

"what's your friend's name?" the receptionist asked as i spoke up for him

"what's your name? his name is matthew gray gubler," i spoke up as she looked at me and then over at matthew who just didn't look good at all

"no, i need him to talk to me," the lady asked again as matthew then tried to say his name

"ma...ma..." however, before he could even uselessly try to say his name, i noticed a button underneath the lady's desk that she was pressing when all of a sudden, four doctors rushed over, one of them being ryleigh, matthew's sister

ryleigh's pov

hearing that alert that you get when a patient has come in with the signs of them having a bad medical emergency whether it's a stroke, heart attack, or something neurological was always terrifying because you never knew how bad it was going to be until you got to them. however, i wasn't expecting to be faced with my own brother and best friends who were his criminal minds castmates standing in the reception area of the emergency department.

"--nurse gubler...nurse gubler!" my name was called out twice by my fellow doctor, noah before i looked up to face him as i gulped

"yeah...yeah...what, sorry?" i just couldn't seem to fathom nor understand why my own brother was here, since children, he hadn't had any medical issues anymore, he had become the healthiest person i could know in my entire life

"we need you to work on the patient that has just come in, is that okay?" he spoke softly as i nodded my head and went to leave before he grabbed my hand, giving me a worried look

"wait...are you okay?" noah then asks as i look up at him, my breathing shallow as i gulp

"that...that patient is my...my brother..." i trail off as noah's eyes bulge wide as he then pushed me further out of the room he had pulled me into

"...then go! no time to cry, go save your brother!" noah spoke without hesitation as i nodded my head and ran into the room to see what happened and two, to see what needed to be done and what stage of his medical emergency he was in so i could manage it properly

no time to cry, ryleigh

paget's pov

the second thomas and i rushed into the hospital after aj, i knew exactly where we were. it was the los angeles general hospital, the exact hospital that matthew's sister, ryleigh works at. may i say, we had a lot of luck with this hospital being the closest because, from all the signs and symptoms that aj was telling me and that i was now seeing from matthew with my own eyes, it really did seem like he was having a stroke or another different medical emergency.

i was the first to notice ryleigh come down the hallway after the receptionist had sounded the button alarm from underneath her desk. however, she had to be quick and very, very vigilant and make sure that no more time was wasted so we could have our best friend back to health again and ryleigh could have her brother back again.

aj had now since started crying and it honestly tore me apart as did the condition that matthew was in. how and why did this happen, to him out of all people on this earth? but, i have all the faith in the world that ryleigh is going to do everything she can to make sure that whatever this medical emergency that matthew's having doesn't kill or permanetly damage her brother.

ryleigh's pov

since the alarm for matthew had been sounded throughout the hospital, we had now brought him into a hospital room to run him through some rests, one of them being a CAT scan just in case it was a stroke and some other tests to figure out what it is if it isn't a stroke and the severity of what this medical emergency is as from my standpoint, it seems as if aj and paget had caught it very early on which, applause to them because other patients that have walked through these doors with symptoms like or close to these have walked in too late.

"doctor gubler, are you able to let me take over whilst you go outside and tell the vistors what's going on and bring them in?" doctor ryan watson, another doctor that was working on my brother with me asked as i nodded my head

he knew that this was my brother and that the people outside were his castmates and my family so, he wanted me to do it so they felt more comforted about the words that were being told to them.

"of course i can watson, i'll be a couple of minutes, at least," i spoke as i slithered out of the room as i trusted in my partner entirely that he would keep matthew stable before grabbing the medication through the iv so i could then, with matthew's permission, administer it to him myself

rolling my shoulders back, i walked out of the room that matthew was in and down the hall to the waiting room where i noticed thomas, aj and paget anxiously waiting for anything on their best friend and fellow castmate.

"family of matthew gubler, please follow me," not going to lie, it did sound weird referring to my brother as "matthew gubler" and just those words coming out of my mouth in general considering it was my brother but, i have no regrets as the two women and man who i considered my uncle and aunties all stood up without hesitation and rushed over

we had all walked over into the room that matthew was getting prepped for the iv placement as he kind of looked around in confusion as aj just looked up in worry

"is...is he okay, ry?" aj was the first to ask as i sighed and wiped the unusual patch of sweat that was forming on my palms to my doctor scrubs as i looked over to my fellow doctor who had also looked up

"we're giving him some medication, which will be injected through this iv and released into his bloodstream which when we get the results, will tell us what is wrong as well as cross out what isn't wrong with him so we don't have to worry about getting something wrong and misdiagnosing him. the medicine he needs, i need to give right now, there is a 30% chance it does nothing in regards to the test results, there is a 50-55% change it will improve and reduce the damage of whatever this medical emergency is and then there is a 15-14% chance it will kill him because he'll bleed out and we'll still have no idea what caused it until the autopsy is conducted..." i explain as i watch the worry and fear just go up to a hundred

"ry...ryleigh..." matthew mutters out as i smile and look over to him and start talking to him

"...yeah? what's up, gube?" i ask as he then mumbles out 'mom' as my heart broke hearing my older brother mumble out for our mom

"mom..." matthew strained out and i had speak up even though it broke my heart to say it, i had too

"...mom can't help you right now, gube," i tried to be as stoic as i could considering despite having to treat my brother, i still had to be professional and that included telling him that mom isn't the person that can help him right now

"woah," aj was quiet as i felt awful as i saw my aunties and uncles just look at each other as they started laughing

"motherfucker!" aj whispered or so she thought as i smiled and shook my head, this was not the best time to be crisis laughing but, i guess if it was bringing light to the situation, they were doing what made them feel better

"are you wrapping his arm to give him the drug right now?" aj then turns to me as i turn to her

"i am as soon as he nods his head yes. if he was unconscious, i would have already given him the drug, since he's conscious however, by law, i have to get his approval. the second he nods yes, we're pushing in the drugs and we'll find out in 48 hours if it does nothing, if it helps or if it kills him," i speak professionally as i watch as aj looks over at matthew and starts to cry and i can't help but feel awful and a pain in my chest and i bet right now without a doubt that matthew was thinking this is fucked

"if i don't give you the medicine, you'll keep getting worse or you'll stay like you are and that's no way to live," i spoke as matthew wasn't able to speak

after matthew, aj, thomas and paget laughed and cried for a bit, matthew finally came to his decision and started nodding his head "yes" for me to give him the drugs. that then gives me the all-clear and i start to give him the shot of drugs that were either going to a: do absolutely nothing b: helps him and we find out what is wrong with him or c it kills him and i lose my older brother on my medical watch.

administering this drug to matthew was obviously the worst and the best thing i could ever be doing to him but, knowing i had three options regarding whether if he'll get better, straight up die or if he'd stay the same. i know i had to trust in the work i was doing because there was no way i could be taking my time on this. i should have administered this drug ten minutes ago yet, the fact i was doing it now was all that had to be done to make sure i don't wake up forty-eight hours later to the news that could be the possible death notice of my own older brother.

once the drug had been administered, it was now just a big waiting game as i then left the room as i had been paged by my boss as i then said goodbye to aj, paget and thomas so i could then have my debrief with my team.

aj's pov

five minutes ago, ryleigh administered a drug through the iv in matthew's arm that gave him three options regarding whether if he'd get better or not. true, it was horrific seeing matthew go through all of this but, knowing him and the work of his sister, gorgeous ryleigh was doing to help him, i had full faith that he was going to be fine and he'd be right as rain.

"...guys, i am so sorry to tell you this but, i am needed by my boss so, if you guys wish, you can stay in here with matthew for as long as you want. however, if something doesn't feel right or does clearly go wrong, just press that button on the side and it'll page for me straight away, got it?" ryleigh spoke apologetically, looking at paget, thomas and myself as we nodded our heads as she smiled and then left

"thank you, ryleigh," i all but softly spoke out as ryleigh smiled and nodded her head

"it's all in a day's work aunt aj, i love you guys and i'll see you shortly!" she smiles as she nods her head and leaves us to be with matthew who was now eyes closed and laying on the hospital bed as the medication started to do its thing

"and now, we just wait," thomas sighed as i nodded my head and wiped away the remaining tears on my cheeks as i sighed in response

"yep, it's all we can do now," i sigh as paget then speaks up, sounding more hopeful than thomas and i did

"i'm sure he'll be perfectly fine, sure, it'l take him time to recover but no doubt that ryleigh worked her magic perfectly and he'll be right as rain after recovery," paget smiled as i turned to look at her and, it made me smile with the way she was so optimistic about matthew and his possible recovery

"you really think so pag?" i question as paget smiles and nods her head

"i know so, just think of how many more people before her own brother that ryleigh has saved," paget winked as she was right, ryleigh has saved so many people and is like, one of the top doctors here in la for a reason

"that is true..." thomas countered as he trailed off as i nodded my head in agreement

"...you're not wrong," i mumbled as i just sat and watched as i wondered as to what was going to happen to my best friend and if he'd be okay

***

six months past and it seemed as if matthew had recovered absolutely perfectly and brilliantly. he was back to talking, making jokes, acting and being the comedic genius he was all at the same time. they were back in los angeles for a media interview about the new season of criminal minds that filming had just concluded and for once after working for so long, doctor gubler was finally able to come and watch just like when was younger before she left for nursing school.

since it was a live interview, ryleigh was watching at the side wings as her uncles thomas, shemar and joe had joined her brother and the rest of the cast, kirsten, paget and aj to then tell the story of what happened last time they were in la filming for criminal minds. it still boggled and haunted ryleigh that she was the one that actually had to save her brother's life in the way she had to by administering an iv and medication into his arm and have no clear knowledge what way it was going to take her brother and if he'd survive or not. however, whilst aj, paget and thomas knew the story, they then decided to pull a quick one and invite ryleigh on stage for the live interview to tell her side of the story as in an earlier interview during the morning, the three of them, aj, paget and thomas, had recently told the story and it was still unknown that it was actually ryleigh that was the one who had saved her brother's life.

"--but, instead of paget, thomas or myself telling the story, i think it's actually time we have the person who was the one who saved our friends life that day tell it..." aj introduced as matthew instantly became emotional and avoided eye contact because it was his sister, ryleigh

however, the fans had no clue as all they had seen was a photo of ryleigh and matthew at a different live interview maybe a couple of months after he had been cleared to leave the house and it didn't have any clues to suggest the fact that it was ryleigh herself that saved him that day six months ago.

ryleigh then grabbed a mic from thomas and walked next to the free seat next to him and matthew as the crowd went insane, some of them even crying as they then realised that it was their favourite actor's own sister that was the one who saved him and nursed him back to the person and health he was right now.

"...hey california, how are we all today? isn't it great to have our dr spencer reid back?!" ryleigh causes the uproar of the criminal minds fans in the arena like room as matthew pulls his sister closer to him as she doesn't hesitates and leans closer

"so, as aj, paget and thomas have all maybe touched on, six months ago, right in this very city that these guys film their tv series in, my lovely brother was finishing up some last minute scenes for the season and was about to head on out for some cocktails and dinner with the rest of the cast when all of a sudden, he just couldn't speak anymore and he was sort of shutting down," ryleigh explained as the fans were all on the edge of their seats even though they knew what happened, hearing it from matthew's sister just made it even more suspenseful, especially when they were about to be given the shock of their lives

"it's all known here that once it was realised that maybe something wasn't quite right with matthew, aj, paget who had now grabbed thomas rushed matthew to the nearest hospital and, out of pure luck and i'd like to say god's and all the angel's, that the hospital turned out to be los angeles general hospital, the exact hospital that i work at and was on shift at that very time on that very day that matthew was brought in. as soon as the receptionist realised that my brother couldn't even tell her his own name, straight away she was pushing the emergency button and myself along with three other doctors was deployed out. i was the one who administered the drug that ultimately became the key reason as to why my brother is standing up on this stage doing this live interview, speaking, ranting and telling his long-winded storytimes that we all love and find such joy and hilarity to with the rest of his castmates and his loving fans and i--" just before ryleigh could continue anything else that she was saying, the crowd roared in applause and all stood up for the sister of matthew as she shrunk in her seat and giggled in anxiety as she lowered the microphone as she looked at her uncles, aunties and her brother

the interviewer then quietened everyone down so ryleigh could continue what she was saying.

"--i had never been so stressed yet so professional at the same time in my entire job as a doctor. one thing that i'll never forget that matthew said was, just as i as inserting the iv into his arm so i could then later, after getting his consent as he was still conscious, insert the drug that, he mumbled out "mom" who is obviously our mom..." ryleigh trailed off as everyone just went silent as others gasped quietly as she then continued as she felt matthew's hand clasp hers tightly

"...and i said, and i quote directly, mom can't help you right now, gube and it was the weirdest sensation but i knew i had to say that as the only person who could save him was ultimately, me," ryleigh spoke as she then turned to aunty aj

"however, let's not forget the fact that despite the fact she had so many other patients, ryleigh was always the only doctor who gave herself permission to take care of her brother. like, if another doctor or nurse tried to even step foot in matthew's room, ryleigh would be on the verge of being aggravated she wouldn't allow them to help her," aj added in as ryleigh nodded her head as she smiled as she then spoke up again

"matthew, i am so glad that you were able to recover so quickly in the span of the last six months. it truly haunted me the moment i had seen aj, thomas and paget in that reception area as i heard you frantically try to tell the receptionist what your name was and you just couldn't. having to tell aj, paget and thomas the percentages of whether you'd survive, stay the same or die is always the worst thing to tell the family and friends of your patient but, because you're my brother, it hurt me so much that those percentages haunted me for those entire 48 hours as we waited to see whether or not you were going to survive the medical emergency or not..." ryleigh trailed off as matthew smiled at his sister and pulled her in for a hug

"...i'm so sorry you had to see me like that and then have to be the one to take care of me but, i'm so glad it was you at the same time, ryry, you did an amazing job of taking care of me, i love you so much ryleigh!" matthew whispered as ryleigh smiled and hugged him. tighter

"i love you too gube!" ryleigh sighed in contentment as the audience and interviewer applauded and cheered which made the brother and sister giggle as aj had gotten emotional as had a few of the other cast members just like she had done at other interviews as a memory then arose in ryleigh's memory as she brought the mic up to her mouth

"no time to cry..."

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ok, the ending of this and the middle-ish of this wasn't as good as i thought it was going to be which is kind of saddening but, whatever i still enjoyed writing it! also, just to let you know, the hospital part where ryleigh gubler was informing aj, paget and thomas about the medication percentages and everything, were all things that happened in real life to a different actor who legitmately had a stroke years ago but decided to change because i didn't want to have matthew have a stroke but a medical emergency that has similar symptoms to a stroke, hence why i talked about the cat scan and the stroke info.

ily xx

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thedcvilherself · 1 year ago

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"What exactly does that have to do with me Emira? Are you forgetting that I was fucking you when your husband was still just an over-emotional boyfriend?" She said able to count on her hands and feet the number of times she made the other woman cancel plans with her now husband so Tempest could use her. Sometimes she'd make her leave dates early or just show up unannounced. She hadn't respected their relationship then so why exactly should she now.

"And watch how you talk to me. No one who choked on my cock gets to have a tone with me. As for your family, there is a good chance you got that kid from a breach of contract going by their age. Or did you forget the things you signed when you became my breeding bitch? All pregnancies are reported to the other party within 24 hours of finding out. Appropriate actions are to be taken no less than 72 hours later. All it would take is a court-ordered paternity test and a few videos from back then to have your cute little house of cards falling down around you."

Tempest went silent for a moment as if deep in thought as she watched the other woman. She let her eyes settle on a family photo on the table a malicious smirk appearing on her lips.

"Send your kid and nanny to the park or something. I want you to show me if that mouth of yours is as good as I remember. If you get me off and swallow all of my cum I'll let you continue to play house. If you fail you'll have to go back to your old job as my personal cumdump."

Emira doesn't know why any part of her had even hoped Temptest would have changed, that the cold and calculating part of her would slip away with age rather than worsening the way it seemed it had. Of course, she hasn't forgotten; the way she allowed herself to be used as little more than a toy, at the woman's every beck and call, even if it meant everything else in her life had suffered and it had. Her social standing, school, friends, her relationship — it's likely why she'd remained with Charles despite the strains of their relationship, guilt for all she'd put him through and now it seemed, was going to continue to put him through.

"It's not...it's not that simple." It was and it wasn't. The contract had been clear and she knew the rules, she knew the other party was meant to have been contacted and that steps were meant to have been taken but she had found out far too late and even if she could have done as she was supposed to, Emira wouldn't have been able to bring herself to do so. The moment she'd seen the ultrasound, the moment she'd seen her daughter growing in her womb, she knew that no matter the circumstances of her conception, she wasn't going to give her up. The same remained true now.

A trembling breath is drawn in, knowing this was a game she couldn't win. It never was with Tempest. She was still merely a pawn on her board.

There's only a momentary pause, trying to keep her composure, before she exits the room to do exactly as she was told. There's the sound of conversation between her and the nanny, the excuse that details and payment needed to be discussed, 'I love you's' exchanged with her daughter before the sound of the front door closing and Emira reappearing. Her eyes refuse to meet the other woman's own, wordlessly getting on her knees, gaze stuck on the floor until all at once, her face is pressed pathetically against the woman's hip, breath heavy. The mere position of kneeling before Tempest has submission rushing over her like a heavy wave, as if the woman's mere presence was enough to remind her where she belonged. Hands ghost over Tempest's member, drifting to the buttons of her slacks and working to undo them.

"I'll be good." It's barely audible, a battle between her two worlds. "I'll be good just...don't take her from me."

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marieiswishingon-a-star · 1 year ago

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If I was a Replicant Blade Runner 2049 story - Part 2

The man still held me until I stopped moving around. “Tyrell really made you perfect”. He said, his hot breath in my ear. My eyes widened "O Shit he Know's I'm a Replicant" I thought. "Wait! Tyrell -Wallace still makes Replicants they just make them special order to buyer’s these days. But I'm not like the Replicant's of today. I come from the days of Rachael.

"My names Alexander Donovan" he whispered in my ear breaking through my thoughts, "Everyone calls me Alex". As if that explained why he is holding me so tight against his body. He took me with him still holding me close walking out of the dark corner slowly making his way back to the to the busy street. Malcolm was nowhere to be seen. It's 2:00am it's late and all the running, I’m getting tried. I have not had a chance to power down in the last 72 hours or (sleep) in human's terms. My Heart was starting to beat really hard against my chest not knowing what Alex wanted from me or if I could trust him? He didn't seem to want to let me go. I struggled a bit more in his arms he took his hand away from my mouth. "Please I have money”. I told him. I can make you a rich man ". I pleaded with him. "Let me go"! He still held me tight. "I can't" Alex explained "I was following Malcolm when I realized he's following you." You'll have to come with me, he knows now where you live". It's not safe for you there". "How can I trust you"? I asked him over the crowd. "You don't have a choice". Alex said matter of fact. "What's your name". "Mara” I said. He finally put me down but made sure I stayed right next to him as we walked through the crowded streets to his place. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already". Alex said. As people passed us some men stared at me. I was used to that. Most men stared at me. One almost walked into a light pole he was staring at me for so long. When I was first made, I hung out with other Replicant women like me. Replicant’s never grew old we stayed the same age during our lifecycle. I will always be a 25 year old women with long blonde hair dark green eyes with a perfect body. One woman laughed telling me a man was staring at me she smiled at me saying "He wants you". The human man was tall with stringy hair. I asked her "What does he want from me". I asked being naive." He wants to have sex with you". The only thing I knew about sex was from the steam filled sex rooms I saw. Which wasn’t much.

"Well Mara you have a real problem". Alex said taking me out of my thoughts. "Malcolm has been following you for the last few weeks". "Have you seen the papers and what he does to Replicant's when he catches them". he asked me. I was quiet. One article I read said Malcolm bathed in Replicant blood. Most humans don't care about Replicant's we are nothing but a skin job after all. I really hated that name "Skin Job". You could see everywhere they place on signs “Fuck off Skin Jobs”. Sometimes I get lonely, but there's no one I can trust. When feel lonely I stay up all night searching for relics, in the sand dirt and time. I was really tried now with him chasing me down my wrist started to blink a light red. Alex didn't look tried at all. We came to the back door of a high-rise building. He looked over his shoulder to make they weren’t followed then opened the door to an apartment on the 3rd floor he unlocked the door and had me go in first. Not knowing what else to do I went inside his apartment. He locked the door be hide him. "You can have a seat" he pointed to his gray couch. I sat down on his large comfortable couch. Alex had a nice place it had a kitchen bathroom, living room and a stereo player. I hadn't seen a stereo player in a while. He took off his jacket he had two guns and holster on. “You trust me? I am a replicate, I’m fast”. Alex didn’t answer. "You a cop"? I asked him. "Something like that". “Are you a blade runner”? I asked Alex quietly afraid of his answer. He didn’t answer he started undressing Infront of me. shoes and socks then his. shirt it has some blood on it, he took it off. "You can do that in the bathroom". I told him has he reached for his pants "No" Alex continued on. Then his pants dropped I tried not look but I couldn't help but stare at him. I couldn't breathe the man is all muscle, wide shoulders a tapered waistline and long strong legs and tall. He finally went into his shower room and shut the door. I could finally breathe again. He was so prefect I almost wondered if he is a Replicant? The scare on his back said otherwise. Replicants didn't scare like that.

My system started to blink on my wrist; I'm shutting down. I haven't done this in a while. I used more energy than usual. I laid back, fear taking over me I didn't have my revive system with me. My eyes shut and my system started to blink red. I didn't know if I would wake up my eyes started to close.

Alex came out of the steaming shower. Hot steam filled the room. Wanting to shower before asking Mara more questions. A towel wrapped around his waist he had never he seen a more beautiful replicant than Mara and hoped to have her in his bed soon very soon. She's in more danger more then she knew. Alex had been following Malcolm for a while. When Alex saw Mara for the first time, he couldn't take his eyes off of me. He lost Malcolm a few times distracted by her beauty. Malcolm said he was just a bounty hunter for replicant's, Alex wasn't buying it, not just because he found Malcolm more than just repulsive and made his skin crawl the man smelled and was fat with his cruel dark face. Alex had a feeling Malcolm was doing the same thing to human women as he was doing to Replicant women he just couldn't prove it yet. Malcolm liked torturing women.

Looking towards his couch he saw me laying there not moving. with my eyes closed. I looked passed out. Color had drained from my face "Mara" he said my name. When I didn't respond he checked the place where he had held me tight under my bra thinking he might have injured me somehow. Lifting my shirt there were no marks where he held me only perfect soft skin and breasts covered by a sheer pink bra. Hot blood shot straight to his dick. "Damn" he said out loud in pain. He put my shirt down. that hurt. I looked like an angel laying there. Alex finally looked at my wrist there was a small red rectangle flashing. He pushed it. A red-light box came up flashing low energy revive system needed the box filled the room with red light "Revive system what the hell is that"? he thought. Looking through my black purse he didn't find a revive system. Alex remembered an old friend Ron who lived on the 4th floor and sold replicant parts.

Getting dressed in a hurry Alex left his place and locked his door. Alex took the stairs to the 4th floor and knocked on Ron’s door. Ron half asleep shouted at his door “Wow the Hell is it” “It’s Alex” Ron opened his door halfway stuck looked out of the door he complained about what time it is and why the hell he was there. "Do you have a revive machine" Alex asked. Ron thought for a moment grumbled something and went back into is apartment and shoved a black box with a cuff on it into Alex's chest. "Look man if you have a Replicant in your room you'll want a newer model this machine is from the early 20st century" and slammed the door. Alex ran back to the apartment looking be hide him he didn't think he was followed and locked his door. The light glowing from my wrist was there but starting to fade. He looked at the revive machine and Alex decided to place one piece around my wrist to the black box with small tringles that went from red to yellow as soon as it was hooked up to the wall's power source. My face instantly had color and my breathing got deeper, unable to resist Alex kissed me on the lips and put my legs on the couch so I laid down and covered me with a blanket.

I woke up must be around noon. I looked down at my wrist and a revive system pulsed through me showing green. I pushed it my wrist and the color went away looked like normal skin. Alex must have found one. "I was beginning to think you would sleep the whole day". Alex said as I pulled the machine cuff off my wrist. Alex was dressed in clean clothes like the ones he had on last night. I found Alex handsome rough around the edges some lines on his face showed character. He smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat. “am I attracted to a human” I thought? I must have stared at his lips for too long he came to the couch and sat down next me. He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me passionately I have never been kissed before. I started to feel hot. As he kissed me my eyes closed my heartbeat faster as he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it gently it made me purr. Alex held me even tighter it felt good. He stopped to pull his T- shirt off and then my jacket and pink blouse. Alex made a growling sound when he looked at my breasts in the sheer pink bra. He pulled down the strap's then used his teeth to pull it off. The whole bra snapped off and flew against the back of the dark gray couch. It scared me a bit I grabbed the blanket to cover myself. "I'm not going to hurt you" Alex said as he went back to kissing my lips to my eyes back down to my lips again. He continued on pulling down my dark pants and underwear. I only had socks on now. He continued to touch and kissed my body everywhere. The stubble on his face made me jump a time or two when he rubbed it against so sensitive areas on my body. No part of my body was off limits. I would have returned the favor only he wouldn't let me. He sucked on my breast the next thing I know I am sitting on top of him with something hot and wet entering me long and hard in the deep core of me. I held my breath has Alex moved me up and down heat started to build inside me fast. I grabbed on to the couch back. Then a sudden Brust of a pleasure washed over me, I cried out. It felt wonderful. I tried to catch my breath. Alex moved me off of him and laid me in his arms. "Was that your first time"? he asked me. I buried my face deep in his chest. "Yes" I replied. he held me tighter and smiled, he lightly rubbed my back.

"We have to leave: go off world somewhere" I told Alex". "No" He got serious "I need to catch Malcolm first". I have a plan he reassured me. I’m worried about you “if Malcolm catches you-your gone. I looked at him “yes like a real girl.

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greycaelum · 2 years ago

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Hi Grey! Can I submit a request for Kaleidoscope Series: Love Me Now, Love Me Never Chapters. Scene #1 and #72.

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Request 1 & 72 [ List is here ]

—goodnight kisses & burying the head in the spaces of his/her neck

Notes & Warning: fluff, clingy & touch starved Satoru, a pinch of angst if you squint, domestic eve, Word Count: 1.2k

"Thank you for joining, I hope you like it!" —Grey

Sheets

What is a good evening? If you were to ask Satoru that question years ago, without hesitance he would answer a mediocre type of night. 'take out for dinner, a cold bath, and uninterrupted sleep'

It was when his cold sheets and aircon in the full blast were enough to drown his exhaustion, his curtain blind shut, and not a single ray of moonlight could irritate his sensitive eyes for the next three hours of the wee morn.

"Which mask do you want for tonight, 'Toru?"

But it isn't the same evening he wishes for anymore.

You strut into the bedroom and climb on the bed. Satoru paused the game he was playing and took off his glasses at your cute figure crawling up and straddled his lap, two packets of face masks in your hand.

"Is this the one you bought last week?" His lips pursed to point to your right hand whilst his hands found your legs to steady you above his abdomen. Your sweet weight crushes him just the way he wants it to be. He could admire you sitting on top of him doing this quixotic domesticity for hours.

"Yeah, your skin is so dry."

He can't argue with that. Not that sleeping at 1 in the morning and getting out of bed by 4 will rejuvenate him. Taking off his glasses and setting them aside. You rip off the lid and slowly lay the cold damp sheet above his face, careful fingers padded the sheet to play with his angular cheeks.

"Your jaws are so prominent 'Toru," you mumbled to yourself making him chuckle.

"Well, ain't you lucky? Snagging a guy such as me with pretty jaws." He hummed in confidence and closed his eyes.

You shrug and your fingers slowly travel to his supple pink lips. It is hard to comprehend how such lips could be this naturally glossy to the point of envy. They're the very same lips that never fail to take your breath away from every kiss Satoru offers.

"...!"

Satoru's eyes shot open. A soft and moist touch captured his lips in a gentle manner and left as quick as it arrived. He stared as you lick your lips and giggled unabashed.

"I thought you're gonna sleep." You reasoned out and made a move to get off of him but Satoru grabbed your thighs, putting you back in place.

"Continue what you were doing." He grunts.

"I wasn't doing anything," you nonchalantly replied and pulled away, this time Satoru let you off. A slight drop from his eyes while he watches you saunter to the bathroom and get ready for bed.

The nights of tossing around wide awake with demons under his bed looming over him the moment he closes his eyes have become a distant memory that Satoru barely remembers. Since you came along, nights of tranquil domesticity became a norm, perhaps the only routine that he will get used to no matter how repetitive it is.

He hates routines, the idea of doing the same thing over and over again makes Satoru's muscles stiff, reminding him of his monochrome childhood that barely had anything good to remember. But the way you go under the covers and pull them up your shoulder, like second nature your head buries in the juncture of Satoru's neck with the tip of your nose faintly nuzzling his skin.

"Night," you murmured leaning upward to press a chaste kiss on Satoru's puckered lips.

He quickly captured your lower lip and nibbled on it before letting go and giving you one more loud smack making you giggle and hit his chest.

"G'night Baby,"

He cooed at your sleepy yawn, long arms snaking over the back of your shoulders, rubbing circles as Satoru watched over you to fall asleep and bury your face into his chest. You look so precious squeezed against him. Pressing one more kiss on your forehead he shifted you closer and let sleep overcome him

In the middle of the night, your parched throat woke you up. Satoru has long turned to his side of the bed, curled up, and thrown the covers off his feet. It's amazing how he can sleep with only his boxers on and not get a stomachache in the morning from the cold.

Pitter-patters on the roof slowly turn into huge drops of rain, and lightning and thunder soon followed. The thunderstorm from tonight's forecast seems to have moved earlier than expected. Hopefully, you won't sleep in the morning, everyone knows how hard it is to leave the bed on a cloudy day.

You finished the glass of water and tiptoed down the bed to close the curtains. Satoru easily wakes up with the movement of light but surprisingly not a sliver of movement or sound came from him. Walking back to the bed you brush the fringes that fell over his forehead and pull the blanket up his stomach. He mumbled inaudible words completely freezing you in place as he turn to sleep on his back.

A sharp flash of lightning followed by the whipping sound of booming thunder almost made you jump, even Satoru frowned in his sleep but didn't wake up anyway.

You stared at his slightly ajar lips, Satoru lightly snore every time he takes a breath. It's terribly rare to even catch Satoru sleeping like a log. Propping your elbows to support your head you watch him sleep, he looks cute and lovable like this. Satoru is only cute when he's asleep, when he's awake he's a menace. An obnoxious but your lovable menace. The thought made you smile, a little bit tempted to pinch his cheeks smooshed against your shoulders.

"Sleep lots," you whispered adoringly, hoping he would sleep as much as he wants without any bad dreams. You lean in to press your lips over his, nudging his cheeks with the tip of your nose, and went back to your side of the bed with a smile.

"Baby," Satoru raspily groaned, pulling the blanket off his waist and wiggling his way to you. One blue eye opened, staring at you drowsily as he press his bare torso body against you, tangling his legs with yours.

"Awake? Sleep some more." You murmured between the rain drops pouring on the roof. Pulling back the blanket he has thrown away you cover it over your waists. Amidst the chilly blast of the aircon and the coldness of the rain, the faint coziness and warmth of the sheets cocooned the two of you.

"Why're you not 'sleep?" Satoru slurred, burying his face into your neck. He took a deep breath and softly sighed. It was almost your imagination, but Satoru nuzzled the tip of his nose to your neck and clutch you tighter, like a child seeking warmness from the algid winter.

"Stop talking and sleep," you yawned and threaded your fingers into his hair, a pleasure you know he is addicted to, something that easily melts your unbridled man-child into a purring and sleepy mess. And just as you expected, Satoru languidly litters whatnot kisses on your neck that slowly faded and he fell asleep just the same as you did. Clutching each other under the sheets with sleepy murmurs and kisses.

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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Unrequited Love || Part Three

masterlist | part two

pairing - 1980’s!stefan salvatore x fem, vamp!reader

type - angst, fluff, smut

note - cannot be read as a stand alone! click on my materlist to find the pervious parts :). 16+

summary - after 64 years apart, you and stefan meet again

warnings / includes - language, alcohol and food consumption, fighting, crying, cheating, steamy make out scenes + fingering and oral (f receiving). lots lots lots of dialogue in this one!

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*gif isn’t mine*

the wait for friday was the longest wait you had ever experienced in your life. chase was also anticipating your leave as you told him you were traveling with marcy for the weekend. you knew it wasn’t totally foolproof as chase could talk to gabe anytime and gabe could spill the beans, but luckily marcy was already traveling to indiana for the weekend to help her grandkids, so you two would get back home at the same time. you just hoped chase didn’t get nosy and ruin your weekend.

“have fun, but not too much fun,” chase smiled. “no promises,” you chuckled.

“i’m serious,” chase said, gripping your arm roughly.

you looked up at him, glaring at him lightly. “yeah, i was just kidding,”

“good,” chase nodded. “call me when you get there.”

“i will,” you nodded. you grabbed your suitcase and backpack, slinging it over your shoulder. you walked out of the garage and to your car, opening the trunk and setting your things down.

“see you monday,” you said. “c’mere, give me a kiss and hug goodbye,” chase opened his arms to you.

“alright,” you smiled.

you wrapped your arms around him tentatively, feeling uncomfortable as he pulled you into him.

ever since you and stefan shared your kiss a few days ago, you had been slowly distancing yourself from chase. kissing and hugging him didn't feel the same, sleeping next to him didn’t feel the same, even looking at him didn’t feel the same. you still loved chase, but you were quickly falling out of love with him, and you knew he was noticing you change.

chase became more protective and controlling, and with good reason — the protective part. you were always thinking about stefan, smiling randomly and laughing at the memories you made in those 72 hours in the ‘20s. your mind was full of the kiss, both of them. you felt both the sadness and tenderness you felt then and now.

if you thought about the kiss hard enough, you could feel the way his lips moved against yours, how he held you, what he smelled like. it was tearing your relationship with chase apart, but it’s not like you were going to stay very long anyways.

chase had always been controlling and harsh from the start, but he was charming and could be kind when he wanted to as well. the constant fights were what made you grow farther and farther away from him, even before stefan. maybe stefan could be the courage and strength, and reason, you needed for leaving chase.

“have a safe drive,” chase said as you pulled away.

“i will,” you gave him a small smile. you pecked his lips, wishing they were stefan’s. you slipped out of his grasp as quickly as you could. you got into your car and drove away, meeting stefan at his hotel.

“get out, i’m driving,” he said as he approached you.

“alright,” you nodded. you went into the passenger seat, buckling up and waiting for stefan to join you. as soon as he got into the car he noticed your sadness and irritation.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, putting his hand on your leg.

“nothing. i just couldn’t wait to get out of there,” you exhaled.

“did chase do something to you?”

“he just… he is being more controlling than usual. he knows something is up.”

“does he know who i am?”

“no. i don’t talk about past relationships with current ones.”

“what if they ask.”

you shrugged, “i just say i’m not a virgin and move on.”

stedan chuckled, “solid answer. what else do you tell them? what age do you use?”

“i tell them i’m 22, which is what i was turned at. i say my birthday is august ninth, 1964.”

“seems like you got it all figured out.”

“yeah, for the most part,” you nodded.

“how often do you move?” he asked.

“every 5-7 years.”

“and your relationships?”

“they last a couple years if i’m with a human. i dated a vampire a long time ago, he was actually the first one i dated after you. we lasted almost a decade.”

“what happened?”

“we just wanted different things. he wanted to adopt a kid, i wanted to stay childless. i wanted to move states, he wanted to stay near family.”

“wow. it’s almost like a real human relationship.”

you chuckled, “it was the best i’ve ever been in, honestly. it ended amicably, too.”

“what was his name?”

“ryan,” you answered. “do you still talk to him?” he asked.

“no. he, uh, died ten years ago.”

“i’m sorry to hear that.”

you looked at stefan, a hard, apologetic look was on his face was he stared at the road. you smiled a little, placing your hand on his and intertwining your fingers.

“it’s alright. we used to be friends, too. i hope he’s found peace.”

“he has,” stefan nodded. “well, what about you? any lucky ladies?” you smirked.

stefan laughed, “not really. it’s just been lexi and i.”

“what about klaus?” you asked.

“who?” stefan questioned.

you furrowed your brows. was he playing a game again?

“klaus, the vampire who helped you train me. actually, he’s a hyprid.”

“klaus mikaelson?”

“yeah, him,” you nodded. “i…i don’t remember. i think i do, but, it’s all fuzzy,” stefan frowned.

“no, it’s alright,” you said. maybe klaus had erased him memory? it seemed like a very klaus-thing to do. or maybe stefan had blocked out the horrible memories of his ripper days. either way, it was obvious stefan didn’t want to reminisce hurting you.

“how is lexi?” you asked. “she’s great. she wants to meet you someday,” he answered.

“she knows who i am?” you were shocked. you knew who she was from stories stefan told you, but you didn’t think that he would ever tell her about you.

“yeah, she was the one who helped me find you, actually.”

“wow,” you couldn’t help but grin. “i’ll have to thank her.”

“she’s a miracle worker,” he nodded.

you set your eyes back onto the road, your smile staying for a while.

“you look so beautiful,” stefan spoke.

you turned to him, your smile getting wider. “where did that come from?”

“i just wanted to to tell you,” he shrugged with a grin. “you’ve always been beautiful.”

“you thought that 60 years ago?” you asked. “of course. you know, all the teasing wasn’t totally to play with you,” he said.

you giggled, “good to know.”

“i just wish i could’ve felt a little more, otherwise we could’ve been together for the last 64 years.”

“i’m kind of happy with how it turned out,” you said.

“really? why?” he asked. “maybe we wouldn’t have worked then,” you explained.

“who says we’ll work now?” he asked with a grin.

you rolled your eyes, hitting his arm. “whatever. anyways, where are we going?”

“the airport,” he answered.

“what? i don’t have my passport. we don’t have tickets.”

“we’re vampires, babe. we don’t need that stuff,” he snorted.

“where are you taking me?”

“chicago,” he answered. “ch-chicago?” you stammered.

“yeah, i wanted to have our very first date at the speakeasy i saw you in.”

“oh,” you gasped, your body relaxing and your eyes softening. “oh, that’s so romantic.”

“i’m quite the romantic, you know.”

“oh, really?”

“yeah! i just haven’t had time to show you, is all.”

“i can’t wait to see,” you grinned.

you two drove for an hour to the airport. stefan and you compelled your way onto the plane, finding first class seats. stefan ordered some champagne for the both of you as you two got situated.

you sat against your seat arm, putting your legs across stefan’s lap.

“comfortable enough?” he teased. “very. you make a great footrest,” you grinned

“glad i could be of service,” he smiled.

the flight attendant bought back your champagne, handing them to stefan.

“thank you,” he smiled at her. “you’re welcome. anything else i can get you?” she asked.

she bite her bottom lip, batting her eyelashes as she smiled at stefan. you scoffed in disgust. you didn’t want to insult her confidence and courage, but stefan was very clearly with someone, you.

“i think my girlfriend would like a sandwich. right, sweetheart?” he looked to you.

you grinned, a little shocked that he would reject the flight attendant like this. you played along, sitting up and cuddling into his side. you intertwined your hand with his, looking up at the attendant who was red with embarrassment.

“i would like a sandwich. thank you, honey,” you confirmed.

“right away,” she nodded, scurrying away.

you looked at her retreating figure in satisfaction.

“why did you look so shocked?” stefan asked. you set your eyes on him, shrugging. “it’s just weird that you played that card, i guess.”

“well, you’ll be my girlfriend soon. might as well get familiar with the title,” he smiled.

“yeah, you keep dreaming,” you grinned. “do they even have sandwiches on 3-hour flights?”

“i’m sure she can find one,” he shrugged. you chuckled, “you haven’t changed a bit.”

“how so? i have my humanity on now.”

“yes, but you’re still very sarcastic and a little… broody. you still don't give up and don’t stop until you get your way.”

“you’re making me sound like damon,” he grimaced. “well, maybe you two aren’t as different as you think. you two are brothers,” you stated.

“yeah, but he’s supposed to be the one who is pushy and pessimistic,” he said.

“i never said you’re pushy or pessimistic. you’re just determined and focused. not to mention very handsome,” you smirked.

“you think i’m handsome?” he hummed. “oh, i know,” you winked.

“good to know i haven’t lost my swagger.”

“if you say that word again then you will,” you snorted. “well, you definitely haven’t changed, either. little-miss-attitude,” he remarked.

“that’s what makes me attractive,” you giggled. “true, and you’re incredibly good looks, beautiful voice, stunning smile, pretty eyes, warmth and kindness,”he listed off.

“if complimenting each other was a contest i think you'd win.”

“good. i like winning,” stefan said.

“i know,” you sighed contently.

you two spent the rest of the flight talking. you eventually had fallen asleep on stefan’s lap when you had about an hour of flying left. you were curled up against his stomach, his t-shirt bunched up in your hands. he had slung his coat over your arms after seeing you shiver. he spent the rest of the time planning your weekend in chicago.

later that night he was going to take you to the speakeasy to have dinner. then he would take you back to your hotel and would spend the rest of the night however you liked. saturday you two would go on a hike and have lunch, then he planned on making you dinner. sunday was when he was taking you back home, but before you two would get on a plane, he was going to make you breakfast in bed. he hoped nothing got in the way of this weekend, namely your boyfriend. this was his chance to show you that he was the right man for you, and that he was sorry for his past actions. hopefully after this weekend, or even during it, you would choose to break things off with chase.

“y/n, we’re getting off the plane. you need to get up, sweetheart,” stefan whispered in your ear.

“mmm,” you hummed, swatting his face away. “five more minutes.

“you can sleep on the way to the hotel. c’mon, sweetheart,” he nudged you gently.

you sighed, sitting up slowly and yawning. you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, looking out the airplane window, jaw dropping in amazement.

“it’s just like how i remembered. just more clean,” you said.

“it’s even more amazing outside,” stefan smiled.

you nodded, standing up and walking out of the plane. you two got your luggage, walking outside of the airport only for you to start crying.

“hey, what’s wrong?” stefan asked.

“i just… haven’t been here in fifty years,” you exhaled. “shocking isn’t it?” stefan looked at the city with you.

you nodded, “i can’t wait to stay here for the weekend.”

“good, i’m glad you’re excited. let’s go check in to our hotel, shall we?” he suggested.

“yes,” you agreed.

you two grabbed a taxi and stefan gave the driver the hotel location. the whole ride there you looked out of the window, admiring the buildings and familiar streets you used to run across with your friends when you were a child. it almost seemed like a fever dream, living in chicago.

you had only gone back once for a day to search for stefan, and you never went back. you thought that all the bad memories would be too painful for you to endure, but really, the only memories that came to your mind now were happy. they made you a little nostalgic, but you found yourself smiling the whole car ride.

“hi, a room for two under the name stefan salvatore,” stefan told the front desk.

you looked around the hotel as stefan checked you two in. this hotel was a lot more suave than hotels you had been to in the past. it had a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a fire place and lots of furniture in the main room. you could only imagine what the rooms looked like.

“ready to go?” stefan walked next to you. “yep,” you said, following him up to and up the stairs.

you two used your enhanced speed to get onto the tenth floor. he unlocked your room door, allowing you to go in first.

“i hope you like it. it has a kitchen, two beds in case you didn’t want to sleep next to me, a television, and a jacuzzi,” he said.

“wow,” you gasped. you turned to him. “you didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“i did.” he set your luggage down in the makeshift kitchen. “i have so much to make up for.”

“you’ve done enough,” you smiled, appreciating his intentions. “hold those words until after this trip. hopefully you’ll still think the same,” he said.

“oh, i’m sure i will.” you looked into the bathroom, surprised at how big it was.

“maybe we’ll put that to good use.” stefan came up behind you, gesturing to the jacuzzi.

you turned around to face him, smirking. “don’t count on it.”

stefan chuckled, “ready for dinner?”

“yes. that sandwich didn’t do anything,” you said, putting your hand on your hungry stomach.

“we can walk to the speakeasy. it’s a couple of blocks away,” he said.

you nodded, grabbing your purse and making your way towards the door. before you stepped out, you remembered you had to call chase.

“hey, can you wait for a minute? i promised chase i would call him.” you gave him an apologetic look, but stefan smiled and nodded understandingly. “of course. take your time.”

“thank you,” you sighed in relief, kissing his cheek before going over to the phone.

you dialed your house phone, chase picking up right on the first ring.

“hey, i got here safe,” you smiled.

stefan watched as you talked to him. you were telling the truth the night he came to your house, you did love chase. he obviously made you somewhat happy as you kept laughing and smiling while talking to him. stefan just hoped he made you a little bit more happy than chase, and that you loved him just a little bit more.

“alright, i gotta go. we have dinner reservations. i’ll talk to tomorrow. i love you, too, bye.” you hung up the phone, standing up and walking back to stefan.

stefan painted on a kind smilie even though hearing you say ‘i love you’ to another man pierced his heart harder than he was sure any stake would.

“sorry about that,” you laughed awkwardly. “no worries, i understand. ladies first,” he held his arm out to the hallway.

“what a gentleman,” you giggled, stepping out and making your way to the stairs.

you two walked go the club, stefan immediately getting you two a table. it was the same table you were sitting at with you and your friends.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you were trying to traumatize me,” you chuckled once you got seated.

“do you not like this plan? we can go somewhere else,” stefan suggested, worry written all over his face.

you furrowed your brows, placing your hand on top of his. “no, i love this. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said that.”

“it’s okay. i just… have a lot of shame surrounding what i did. believe it or not.”

“i believe you. i appreciate you making all these plans for us. it shows a lot,” you gave him a warm smile.

“you’re welcome. you deserve the best,” he said.

“so do you,” you stated. “eh,” he shrugged.

“i’m serious! this is the most anyone has ever done for me.”

“what about ryan?” he raised his brow.

“he had his moments,” you nodded. “i can’t compare you two, though. you two were very different people, and i dated you two decades apart. it would be unfair to compare.”

“that’s fair,” he nodded. “well, i hope that i at least do more than chase.”

you chuckled, “you do.”

“good,” he grinned. “not that this is a competition, but if it was…”

“you’d be winning, and you love winning. i know,” you smirked.

“not the only thing i love.” he looked into your eyes, a smile creeping up his lips.

you looked down bashfully, averting your attention to the menu in front of you.

“they have the same foods from the ‘20s,” you commented.

“yeah, just more healthy and clean,” stefan said.

“i think my vampire digestive system can handle “dirty” food,” you chortled. “do vampires still come here a lot?”

“eh,” he shrugged. “most of them have relocated to california or new york.”

“i see,” you hummed. “like us.”

“exactly,” he nodded. “so, what are you thinking of getting?”

“not sure. maybe pasta,” you skimmed the menu.

“well, order whatever you want. my treat.”

“do you have money?” you asked. “yep,” he nodded.

“do you have a job?” you asked. “i’ve had jobs here and there. most of the money has come from my father, though,” he explained.

“ah, i see,” you nodded. “what about you?” he asked.

“like you, i’ve had a few jobs here and there. i, uh, actually went to college 30 years ago,” you smiled.

“really? that’s amazing! what did you study?”

“social work,” you answered. “i know, kind of… weird, but i loved it. i spent ten years helping families in florida.”

“it’s not weird. i’m happy to hear you were able to study. i know you talked about it a lot, but you talked about nursing. what changed?”

“it just felt too basic, i guess. i wanted to help people non-medically. if i were a doctor, i would just give my patient my blood and they would be discharged within the day. i wanted the work i did to matter. i was able to save lots of children in orphanages, abusive homes, and change and provide broken families a new, fresh start.”

stefan smiled as he listened to you. his chest filled with pride and joy as you spoke about your work. he loved the way your eyes lit up, the wide smile that took over your features as you told him a few cases you had dealt with. he was happy to see you happy.

he would never admit this, but he was relieved you had moved on from him and with your life. although he wasn’t too pleased to hear about your lovers, he knew it was a normal part of life. he had other relationships, too, so he couldn’t single you out. he was proud of you for achieving your dreams and finding something you were passionate about.

“i do like being a vampire, though. i loved my enhanced abilities, getting to live through every decade. i just like being able go fit in, too. i made lots of friends that have now since died, or we have grown apart. i hope i never forget any of the amazing memories i made there.”

“i understand that,” stefan nodded. “i had a job in atlana for a while. for eleven years i spent my time “human”. it was refreshing, honestly. i was able to make friends as well, and while denying myself the privilege of compelling people, it was the best eleven years of my life. i never realized how hard humans had it before then, either,” he chuckled.

“oh, i know. if you sprained an ankle, you had to be on bed rest for a few days. if you got pregnant, then there goes your whole life. and if you’re angry at someone you can’t compel them to stop being annoying,” you laughed.

“being a vampire is a blessing and a curse,” he said.

“i’ll drink to that.” you held up your glass, clinking it against his. you took a sip of the red wine, setting your glass down.

“what job did you have?” you asked.

“history professor in a college,” he answered.

your raised your brows. now that was a surprise. “i didn’t know you were interested in history or teaching.”

“i love history, and i happen to be a master at it since i’ve lived through it,” he smiled.

“did you re-write the textbooks?” you smirked. “i wish,” he laughed.

“which college did you teach at?”

“harvard.”

“you must be very smart.”

“i don’t like to brag,” he shrugged with a smile.

you giggled, “i could never be a teacher. i hate teaching and talking about the same things over and over again. i need change.”

“is that why you move a lot?”

“well, that and if people notice i’m not aging, they’ll get suspicious. you know that, though.”

“i do,” he hummed.

“where was the longest place you stayed?” you asked.

“north carolina for 15 years.”

“how did you get away with that?”

“i bought a ranch house and lived alone for five years. i then started going out more and meeting people.”

“did you get lonely?”

“no, considering i had my humanity off.”

“really? you don’t feel loneliness or sadness with your humanity off?”

“i don’t. i mean, i can get sad and think about sad things, but i don’t really feel it.”

“must be nice.”

“it’s not. i’d much rather feel than not.”

“why?”

“because then i am able to be with you.”

your jaw dropped softly, turning into a smile. “there you go again with making the butterflies in my chest flutter.”

“i make you have fluttering butterflies?” he hummed.

“of course you do,” you rolled your eyes. “who knew.”

stefan laughed, “you have that effect on me, too, you know.”

“i do?” you brows raised, totally shocked. “from the day we met,” he confirmed.

“ha - liar.”

“it’s true! you were beautiful and witty and caring. that attracted me to you even when i had my humanity off.”

“at least you weren’t totally heartless,” you smirked.

“i’ve always had sensitivity. i got it from my mother.”

“is she a vampire, too?” you asked. “uh, no. she died when i was a kid,” stefan frowned, looking at his glass of wine.

“i’m so sorry. i-i had no.. idea.” you lowered your eyes to your own wine glass.

“it’s alright. you didn’t know. i never talked about my family,” stefan shrugged, giving you a forgiving smile.

“yeah, that’s right. only about damon,” you said. “yeah, i have a hard enough time talking about him,” he snorted.

“i have a hard time talking about marcy, too,” you nodded.

“really? you two are best friends.”

“not since you came to town.”

stefan frowned, “i’m sorry.” “it’s alright, she’s just looking out for me. she thinks i’m going to get my heart broken again. and maybe she’s right, but i’m an adult. if i get my heart broken then that’s my fault and i’ll learn my lesson,” you shrugged.

“i don’t want to be the person that comes between your sister. you two are blood, i’m just this guy kinda ruined your life that you happened to fall in love with.”

you smiled, “you’re very nonchalant.”

he shrugged, “that’s my middle name.”

your waiter came to your table, taking your order. you and stefan talked about your plans for the weekend. you two went home with full stomachs, deciding to de-stress in the jacuzzi.

“i’m surprised you brought your swimsuit. i didn’t tell you to pack it,” stefan said as he stepped inside the tub.

“well, it’s summer so i thought there would be a chance we would go swimming or something,” you shrugged.

“we can go swimming tomorrow after our hike, if you’d like,” stefan suggested.

“i would like that,” you smiled.

“i’ll add it to the agenda,” he said. he slipped into the bubbling water across from you. “would you like some champagne?” he asked.

“no, i’m all alcoholed-out,” you chuckled. “well, i hope you don’t mind me drinking some bourbon,” he said.

“not at all,” you shook your head.

you laid your head back in the jacuzzi, closing your eyes and sighing into the water. the jet massaged your lower back muscles, allowing you to relax even more.

“you look so pretty,” stefan spoke.

you smiled, keeping your eyes closed. “thank you.”

“you’re very welcome. i like your suit. the color looks nice on you.”

“well, thank you,” you said. you slid over to him. you sat up on your knees, putting your hands on his chest and letting his roam up upper body. “you don’t look too bad yourself, you know,”

“i have been told that before, thank you,” he smiled.

“have you always been this built?” you asked. “only when i became a vampire,” he said.

“oh, so muscles come with vampirism?”

“no, i just started working out,” he laughed. “well, it definitely payed off,” you hummed, admiring his chiseled chest and prominent abs.

“glad you thinks so,” he gave you a toothy smile.

you looked into his eyes, giving him a mischievous smile. he quirked his right brow, tilting his head.

“what are you thinking?” he asked.

“nothin’,” you said. “you’re so pretty,” you hummed as you got lost in his eyes.

he blushed, looking down shyly in response. “thank you.”

“you're welcome.” you bit your lip, looking at him with wide eyes through your lashes.

you leaned close to his face, moving your lower body so you were now straddling his waist. stefan set his bourbon down, placing his hands on your waist, pulling you as close as the hot tub would let you be.

“i’ve waited for this day for so long,” stefan mumbled, looking into your eyes.

“you’ve been waiting to be in a hot tub with me for decades?” you smirked.

stefan laughed, “you know what i meant.”

“i know. me, too,” you nodded.

you brought your hands up, water trickling down your arm and onto his collar bones. you ran your fingers through his soft hair and making it damp.

you two enjoyed admiring each other in the silence. you’d never had a more intimate moment than this one. not even sex came close. this was the best way, in your mind, to spend time with your romantic partner. in the warm water, holding each other, getting lost in each other’s eyes — it was perfect.

“i really like this bathing suit,” stefan broke the silence.

“thank you. it’s actually new. this is the first time i’ve worn it.” you looked down at the suit. it was a navy blue suit with white straps and a white stripe around your waist, white lining the seams of the suit. you had actually bought it in preparation of going to florida with chase, but you thought this would be a better use.

“oh, you bought it for me?” he grinned. “you’re not that special,” you giggled.

he shrugged, “as long as i’m the first one to see you in it.”

“you might be the only one, too,” you winked.

“oh?” he raised a brow. “i wonder if i’ll be the only one to see it on the floor, too.”

he lifted his head up to your neck, placing soft kisses and nibbles on your skin. you closed your eyes, reeling your head to the side to give him more access. your hands went to the back of his head, gripping his hair at the nape of his neck. he kissed a hot, wet trail up to your lips, his hand taking the back of your head and pulling your lips onto his.

a thrill ran up your spine as you two kissed. your pushed your chest up to his, your hips beginning to move on top of his. breathy moans left your lips as your clit rubbed against his boner. stefan’s hands dug into your back, where the swim suit opened, surely making half-moons.

you were about to slip your swimsuit straps off when the phone rang. you pulled away immediately, causing water to flood over the tub ledge. you got one foot out of the tub before stefan grabbed your arm.

“let it ring. whoever it is, they’ll leave you a message,” stefan urged you to come back.

you shook your head. “it might be marcy.”

“and it might be not. come back, please? we don’t have to do anything but just sit here and talk,” he begged.

you sighed, taking your other foot out and sitting on the ledge.

“i’ll be back.” you leaned over and planed a kiss on his forehead. you pulled away, getting up and wrapping yourself in a towel as you hurried to the phone. you picked it up, hoping it was marcy, but it wasn’t.

“finally, you answered. i was getting worried.”

“oh. hi, chase,” you sighed.

“what’s wrong? you sound disappointed,” he asked.

“nothing, i am just so tired,” you gave him a fake laugh.

“what did you do today?” chase asked.

“oh, lots of things.”

“like what?”

“drove around, went to indianapolis, had dinner” you answered.

“how was downtown?”

“fun.” you smiled as you thought about the plane ride.

“what did you guys do?” chase asked. “um… lots of stuff,” you replied.

“like what?”

“fun stuff.”

“why are you being so vague?”

“i-i’m not,” you frowned. “yes, you are. is there something you’re hiding. wh-why are you lying to me?” he asked.

“i’m not! you’re just making things up!” you lied. you began to bite your nails. you didn’t like that you were lying to him, although you had been for the past week and really, for the past three months. but you knew that when he would find out the truth, and he would, he would be in so much more pain than he was now.

“stop lying to me! you’ve been lying to me for the past week. what have you been doing behind my back? s-seeing another guy? wha-what is it?”

it broke your dead, cold heart to hear him cry.

“no, i-it’s not like that,” you shook your head, your voice getting more quiet with each word.

“then what is it? you’re killing me here, baby.”

“i’m… i’ve been trying to get into medical school.” you bit your lip nervously.

he was silent for a few moments. you were about to throw up.

“oh, well, why didn’t you tell me? i would’ve helped.”

“i just um…” you let out a breathy laugh. “was embarrassed.”

“oh, baby. you don’t need to be embarrassed about anything. i know how much you love helping people and how smart you are. i-is it a money thing? you know my dad has —”

“no! no, no, no, it is not a money thing, trust me,” you sighed. “i just felt silly, is all. i mean, i’m at my prime child-bearing age and i know you want kids someday, so i don’t want to throw that dream away just because of my career.” you cringed as you spoke. you couldn’t believe what you were saying, it was a load of bogus, but it was what you knew that chase would accept.

“we can have kids whenever! i don’t care. you do whatever you want, babe.”

“thanks,” you smiled genuinely.

stefan came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. you turned your head, eyes widening and jaw dropping as you noticed he didn’t have his swim trunks on anymore. the towel hung low, low enough to where you can see his defined v-line going all the way down.

“y/n? are you there?”

“o-oh, yeah,” you nodded, not taking your eyes off of stefan.

stefan smirked at you, leaning against the wall and flexing.

“um, i gotta go. marcy wants to walk around the city to see the lights,” you said quickly. you didn’t even know what you said. you hoped it made sense.

“alright. have fun and stay safe. when you get back we can talk about medical school and i can help you.”

you took your eyes off of stefan for a second, looking to the ground and smiling at chase’s words. he could be so sweet when he wanted.

“thank you. it means a lot.”

“of course. i love you.”

“i-i love you, too,” you whispered, hanging up the phone.

“you want to go to medical school?” stefan asked.

“i did before. i wouldn’t be opposed to it now,” you shrugged.

“i’d like to see you in the office with a white doctor’s coat, sitting at your desk with your name on a plaque,” he stated.

“i have a few plaques already, actually,” you said.

“oh? well, can i see them?” he asked. “sometime,” you nodded.

“what do you want to do now?” stefan asked, walking over to you.

your eyes fell from his eyes to his chest, down to his hips where he left nothing to the imagination.

“my eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

your eyes lit up as they met his. heat flushed your face and you smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed.

“sorry. you just look so… good,” you sighed happily.

“you think so?” he hummed. “mmhm,” you nodded.

“you do, too,” he smiled, looking you up and down painfully slowly.

you shook your head with a laugh, butterflies fluttering around your stomach. “no, i look like a drowned rat.”

“then put some clothes on and dry off,” he shrugged. “or take them off and i can help you get dry.”

you breath hitched as you eyed him, a little surprised at his suggestive-ness. boy, you had missed out on a lot in the past 64 years.

you stood up, walking over to him. you put your hands on his chest, looking him in the eyes, trying to match his energy.

“wanna undress me, then?” you hummed.

“oh, i’d be happy to,” he grinned.

his hand went up to your shoulders, pulling down the right strap of your bathing suit slowly. you waited in anticipation, your legs moving back and forth as you watched his hand drag your strap down your arm.

he was so warm, it gave you goosebumps. his hands were so big, his fingers long and meaty and so gentle as they ran across your skin. just looking at them made the heat grow between your thighs, but them on you almost made you go crazy.

“have i told you how much i like this bathing suit?” he asked.

“a couple times,” you nodded.

“well, hope you don’t mind me saying it again. you look gorgeous with it. i love the blue against your complexion, how the white outlines your curves nicely,” he complimented.

you smiled, “you’re too kind.”

“nu-uh, i’m just tellin’ the truth,” he shook his head.

you parted your legs slightly to let the swimsuit drop to the floor. you suddenly felt shy and colder. you put your hands on your stomach and waist, not looking at him in the eyes, only looking at the swimsuit pooled at your legs.

stefan brought his hand up to your chin, lifting your head up slowly. your eyes met his, noticing the lust and love that clouded his eyes.

“you’re beautiful. no need to cover up unless you absolutely don’t want to do anything,” he said.

“i do i just… don’t look as good as i usually do,” you sighed.

“darling, trust me, you look amazing. there is no such thing as “not looking good as usual” because no matter what you wear, makeup or no makeup, if you’re tired or super awake and bouncing around the walls, you will look gorgeous always.”

“oh, you’re such a charmer,” you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“i’m telling the truth,” he repeated.

you put your arms to your sides, moving closer to stefan so your chest met his.

“so beautiful,” he muttered, his eyes gazing at your breasts.

you giggled, “you’re so handsome.”

your eyes ran over his chiseled chest and strong shoulders. you noticed the tattoo he had on his arm, putting your fingers on it and tracing the pattern.

“when did you get this?” you asked.

“about fifteen years ago,” he answered, glancing over to the tattoo. “it was a skull at first, but then i realized how dumb that looked, so i had them re-trace over it.”

“it’s pretty,” you hummed. “you think?” he asked.

“i do,” you nodded, looking at him again.

both of your hands ran up his shoulders and to the back of his head. you buried your fingers in his damp, cold hair, bringing him impossibly closer to you. his towel came loose and dropped to the floor. you could feel him on your hip. you gave him a cheeky smile as he gave you a bashful smile.

“have a bed preference?” you asked.

“this one will do.” he grabbed your waist and threw you onto the bed, climbing on top of your and crashing his lips onto yours.

you moved up on the bed, laying against the pillows without breaking the kiss. stefan’s lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and nipping roughly. you let out a breathy moan, calling his name out and making him bite you harder. he trailed love bites down to your breasts, attaching his mouth to your swollen nipple. you bucked your hips up to meet his, your hands pulling at his hair and finger nails digging into his neck.

“stefan, oh,” you whimpered as his teeth tugged at the bud.

one of his hands went in-between you two, his fingers tip-toeing down to your pussy. you gasped as he spread your legs open and found your clit, circling the pearl with the tip of his finger.

“fuck, stefan,” you panted. “feel good?” he lifted his head up.

you nodded furiously, tilting your head back and pushing it into the pillows. he scooted down, running his tongue down your stomach, making you giggle.

“that tickles, stef!”

“oops,” he chuckled, replacing his fingers with his tongue.

you grabbed a handful of his hair, jerking your hand as his tongue circled your clit and applied pressure. his fingers slowly slipped into your pussy. he couldn’t help but moan at the warmth and wetness. you spread your legs wider for him, anxious for him to start moving his fingers.

“eager, are we?” stefan hummed against your skin.

“please,” you breathed out. “i’ve been waiting for this for 60 years.”

“long time to be waiting.”

“y’know, sometimes i think about you when i’m kissing chase,” you said absentmindedly.

“oh, yeah? you ever say my name?” he asked. “almost,” you moaned, moving your head from side to side.

you could feel his smirk on your skin. he pressed a sloppy, wet kiss to your pussy. he curled his fingers inside of you, moving back and forth and hitting your g-spot effortlessly.

“oh, stefan, stefan!” you called out, moving your hips in rhythm with his fingers.

he lifted his head up, adoring the way your eyes were rolling back, mouth open with whines and moans coming out, back arching. you looked perfect.

“good thing we have all night for you to say my name.”

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