#oh brian please keep smiling

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Like no one is watching

summary: a little stream rekindles feelings that had been lurking somewhere in between the lines. Or have they?

a/n *hits chest* guilty, guilty, guilty... yet I had to write this because I was about to go insane. Don't come for my head. Had never written for this man before. Enjoy. 🤍🫧

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It was supposed to be a chill night. Nothing big. Nothing special. All Vince wanted was to hang out with a couple of his old friends and mess around for a bit on stream. He needed to get his mind off the last couple of games that weren't his best. And it was just that—a good evening filled with goofy jokes—until Brian went quiet for a minute before saying, "Uuu, Y/N is coming over," and Vince's body nearly had an out-of-body experience. One that makes you fella as if, suddenly, you are standing a foot away from your body, and it almost feels like tunnel vision, but then it all snaps back into place. Yet Vince pulled the most neutral facial expression he could master before saying, "The one from the game?" making Brian simply hum in confirmation as he typed out a message to you.

The thing was, that it was stupid to even pretend that Vince didn't know you. Or that he only had seen you in one of his games as Brian's plus one. Well, besides being one of the NHL investor's daughter—a tag you shook off with a frown every time. You had made quite a name for yourself on your own. You had graduated from medical school with honors. And had opened a boutique in downtown Chicago... Not that Vince was keeping tabs or anything.

The truth was that he had never paid much attention to you at sports events or gatherings. Not that you were there often. But something about you standing there in the stands during his last game had messed with Vince's brain chemistry, and Vince just hadn't been the same ever since. He had, of course, asked Brian about your friendship and felt even more whiplashed when his friend casually shrugged while saying that you two had known each other for years. A friend of a friend. And since the energy was comparable, you had stayed in touch.

"Vince, keep the chat entertained while I let her in," Brian got up quickly, but not before stopping to address chat too, "Guys, your favorite person is here." Vince was once again left wondering how many times you two streamed together. And kicking himself for never really finding the time to watch his friends' lives. Laughter echoed from the hallway, and Vince had to mentally tell himself not to look back so he wouldn't come off too desperate. Paying extra attention to the sea of messages about how everyone was so excited to see you.

"Make some noise, make some noise," Brian shouted as he sprinted back, clapping his hands. He pulled the mic to his lips, "The one and only, Y/n Y/L/N." Your laughter filled the room, quickly followed by the clicking of your heels. "You are insane," you muttered, stepping through the door. A slight surprise washed over your face when your eyes fell on Vince, sitting in one of the chairs, but it was quickly masked by a warm smile. "Oh, hey, Vince," you muttered before leaning forward slightly to wave at the camera.

"Hey guys, long time no see. Please tell me that you've been making fun of Brian for me", you smirked, sticking your tongue out at him. "Changed my mind; I don't want you here," he huffed, playfully pulling at your hand. Vince blinked a couple of times. Finally realized that he had been staring at you the whole time, but then who could blame him? You had caught his eye back then with a messy bun, baggy jeans, and his team's jersey on. Now, with a black dress, heels, and full of glam. Lord was on his side, and he was sure glad that he had been sitting.

"Do I know Vince?" you read, your eyes darting to the awfully quiet hockey player to your right. "Yeah, we met. Was at his game, actually", you nodded slowly. "I should know all the rules by now, but..." Pulling a face, you shook your head. You avoided the games like a plague. Daddy's girl in the stadium. Those words alone made you want to run. You would rather fall face-first into dog shit. "We'll get you to more games, and you'll get it in no time," Vince's voice made your head snap back to him. The fucker dared to smirk too. Oh, but you knew his type. Heard all about it, and two could play this game. "Is that an offer?", you asked innocently. Vince only shrugged as he leaned back in his chair, "A fact." Your eyes stayed glued to each other. You hated how you could never get a read on him. How could a guy look both like the biggest mistake and like a gift from the Lord himself?

"They want to see your fit, Y/n," Brian's voice made you blink. Turning your attention back to the camera, you muttered, "Oh, wait," you backed up slightly. Trying to fit at least most of your body in a frame. "Do a twirl," Brian clapped his hands like a kid, making you shake your head. "Of fuck you, that's stupid," you muttered. "No cap, do a twirl," he motioned with his finger for you to do as he said. You rolled your eyes, but then you did feel cute today, so a little hype has never hurt anybody. "It's nothing," you said as you twirled a couple of times, "a black dress and these awful heels." You lifted one of your feet slightly, showing the sparkly, black heel.

"My turn!" Brian shouted, stepping up front as he went on a rant about what he was wearing. You stepped aside with a giggle. He was way too excited to do this, so alcohol had to be involved in this steam in some way. "Sponsorship event?", Vince said under his breath, clearly only trying to catch your attention. "You know it...", breathing out, you let out a sigh. People might call you ungrateful for this, but you hated attending anything that involved your father and his money. You were like a shiny toy for him. "Do you hate them?", he asked, catching a slight frown on your face. "Tell me about it," you said, laughing under your breath. "I ain't a fan as well," he added with a nod. "Oh, I know", you muttered, stepping aside from his chair.

"I will go for now; I need to get out of these before I start bleeding all over the floor," you chuckled, pointing to your feet once you found a minute of silence. You didn't want to just get up and walk out, so one way or another, you would have to find a little excuse to slip away. "Just get them off here," Brian muttered, not seeming to care as he scrolled through his playlist, looking for a new song to sing along to. "And flash the chat while doing so?", you rolled your eyes, "You wish for free content like that." You were about to wave your last goodbye when Vince cut in, "I'll get them." For a split second, you had hoped that you had misunderstood his intentions. So you just shook your head with a polite, "It's okay," but Vince scooted his chair closer. "No, no, I got it," he muttered, bending over.

A breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hands on your skin. "No, Vince," you muttered. But he just continued pulling at the strap; his warm fingers touching your cold ankle, sending shivers down your whole body. He fidgeted with it for a moment, but with an awkward angle, it sure wasn't an easy task. You were hoping that he was just going to give up, but his palm grasped your leg just slightly above your knee as he nudged it to a more comfortable angle for him. You nearly let out a shriek, but it turned into you biting your lip. Your hands pressed against his shoulder as you steadied yourself.

But God the feeling of relief once he finally pulled the scrappy shoes off. Near heavenly. Making your head fall back as you hummed in delight, "Remind me to boycott high heels from today," you muttered. Not to mention that you didn't miss the way Vince's hands lingered on your skin before he pulled back away from you. His gaze moves upwards to catch your eyes. And the urge to just take his face between your fingers and... Pull yourself together, Yn. You turned away quickly. Hoping to hide the slight blush on your cheeks. "It was nice seeing you guys", you waved your hand to the camera before quickly picking up your heels and padding out of the room.

Vince's heart was beating so hard against his chest. He was toying with a dangerous line. Girls like you were off-limits for a reason. The rules were pretty clear, too. It was bad enough that this was on the internet. One stupid move and his head would be drilled raw with people screaming at him. Nor did it help that your daddy dearest had spent some pretty coin on his team this year. Yet Vince was itching to get up and follow you. Little could be done with the cameras on, but outside this room, where no one could see you...

"Do you want another drink?" Vince said, causing Brian to shake his can, which, to Vince's luck, was indeed empty. "I'll get..." Brian had started, but Vince was already up and out of his chair. "I've got you, man," he said, tapping his friend's shoulder. He only had one shot at this. You can only get lucky so many times. But he didn't even need to go looking for you because the moment Vince rounded the corner to the kitchen, you were there. Leaning against the counter with your hands crossed over your chest.

"You're following me or something?", you muttered, tilting your head to the side. Vince tossed the empty cans out. "Or something," he muttered back. "Now you think you're funny?", you raised an eyebrow at him, pushing back from the corner to step closer to him. "What do you want, Dunn?", you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. A smirk tugged on his lips. That devilish one. One that turned him from an angel to a man of sins in seconds. "Back to the last name once again; you know I like it." His words were breathy and low as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, causing you to pull back.

"You look really good," Vince muttered, letting his eye fall down your body. Following your curves before your laughter filled the empty place. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, frowning slightly. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shook your head, "You came here to tell me that I looked good?". This guy was something different. Yet your fingers reached up to his jaw, brushing over his jawbone. "You're adorable," you muttered. This time it was Vince who was pulling away, "I'm not adorable."

You bit your lip, trying to keep a serious face. Of course, he would get offended by a comment like that. "Yeah, I forgot that you're an angry puppy, my bad," you said with a firm nod of your head. Vince let out a huff, licking his lips as he stepped forward once more, towering over you. "Careful," he breathed out, leaning closer to your face. "Or what?", you urged him, not willing to back down. Your own hands moved to rest against his chest as you stepped on your toes. His warmth seeped into your palms. Vince's arms were pressed on either side of you. Caging you within his arms, "Or you might see a very different side of me." Your smirk matched his now as you bit your lip, tilting your head to the side. "Like..." you pushed on, wanting to see just how far he would let himself go.

"Not afraid that daddy will get mad?" The warm feeling in your stomach turned to ice. The smile faded from your lips as you reared back. "Oh, fuck you," you hissed, pulling at his arm to get away from him. You should have known better. "Y/n," Vince tried to grasp your arm, but you yanked it away quickly, "Forget it, Dunn." With a quick look around the kitchen, you grabbed your stuff and headed straight to the door, cursing yourself for willingly choosing to come here in the first place.

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Hihi can you please do a Luke x reader where it’s basically an unrequited love like reader is so in love with Luke and he has no idea so she moves on and years later she’s over him and confesses to him like a oh I thought you should know and the whole time Luke had been in love with her, kinda base it off that one TikTok audio where it’s like “I’m not in love with you anymore” “I never knew you were” 🩷🩷

OHH YOURE FEEDING MY ANGST BRAIN WITH THIS ONE. buckle up lets break some hearts

edit: this ended up being WAY sadder than i originally intended. i am so sorry anon oh my god

i gave you a rare gift (but you didn't want it) — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

content: angst, major character/reader death, unrequited love, mutual pining, reader is part of kronos' army, luke and reader are doomed by the narrative, [Y/N] used (sparingly), alcohol mention, description of injury

listening to: bloodfest (from mizumono) by brian reitzell

You are twenty-two years old, sitting on the rocky beach of a lake somewhere in the forests of upstate New York. Light, gentle fog hangs in the air around you, and the only sound is the tap-tap-tap of Luke skipping rocks across the water.

Come dawn, the world will burn. The gods will be dethroned. Every demigod will either be free, or dead.

But now, at midnight, you are twenty-three and Luke turns to you. He's holding a small, squashed cupcake in one hand. "Happy birthday," he says, "to my right-hand man." He pauses. "Woman. Right-hand woman."

He holds the pastry out to you and smiles, but something behind his eyes is empty. Hollow. He hadn't been sleeping recently. As much as he tried to hide it, he couldn't stop you from seeing when he came to you every morning for a cup of coffee and to debrief for the day.

Perks of being the revolution leader's best friend, you think. His right-hand woman.

Luke's eyes flick from the cake to your face. "Do you like it?" He asks, and for a split second, you swear there's a note of hope in his voice. "I wanted to do something, y'know," he says. "Twenty-three is huge. It's a monumental age."

You nod, but stay quiet.

He pauses for a second. "You remember how you always said you wished you never had a birthday?"

When you were twelve, nearly thirteen, your mother drove you across the country to go to summer camp.

"It'll be like a road trip," she said, tossing your duffel bag into the back seat of her battered car. "And then, hey, you'll only stay at camp until the end of August, and then you can come back and go to school. See all your friends again." She squeezed your shoulder and pushed the car door closed. "How about that?"

"Sure," you said. "Super fun."

And it was; you were actually kind of excited. You'd never been to New York. It seemed a million universes away.

And it was your birthday tomorrow. Maybe this was a gift, something that your mother had put together to make up for the years of being too tired and too drunk to make a cake, or get presents, or anything.

Your mother put her hands on her hips and sighed. "You know how I feel about the attitude, yeah? Let's not do this today."

"I wasn't even trying to—" You cut off as your mother glared at you, her face tense. You knew that look: the biting-the-inside-of-her-cheek, trying-to-be-understanding, trying-to-be-a-good-mom-despite-it-all look.

You hated that look.

"Just..." She sighed. "Just get in the damn car, [Y/N]."

You did, fighting back the tears building in the corners of your eyes, and the slam of the car door closing was as loud as thunder.

Twenty silent minutes of city streets and highway merge ramps and cold, empty stretches of asphalt and concrete passed before either of you spoke.

"Mom," you said, thirty-three seconds into minute twenty-one, "I'm sorry for talking back earlier." Your voice was quiet, shaking, cupped in your throat like a scared animal.

She didn't answer, keeping her eyes fixed on the road.

"I don't like being like this, Mom," you said, looking over at her. The silhouette of her through the driver's side window, backlit by the streetlights, was shapeless. Impassive. "I don't like doing this with you all the time."

She scoffed.

You pulled your legs to your chest, tucking your head between your knees, and tried to find sleep.

You weren't sure how long you slept, but you woke up to the sound of music playing softly over the speakers. Exit signs whizzed past you at what felt like breakneck speed. You wondered, briefly, if you would break your neck if you jumped out of the car right now.

Ultimately you decided against it. You didn't want your mother's last words to you to be, get in the damn car.

That would make her feel guilty, you thought, and that guilt would make her hate me even more.

"I don't wanna fight," you tried instead, picking at a loose thread in the cuff of your jacket sleeve. "Mom, I'm sorry, okay? I don't want us to be mad at each other anymore," you said. A sob caught in your throat, heavy and wet and choking.

Your mother sighed and reached one hand from the wheel to tuck your hair behind your ear. "I know you don't, sweetie," she said. "I don't want to be mad at you either."

"Then why do you do it," you asked.

When she turned to look at you, her eyes were wet. She smiled, or tried to. "Sometimes, certain people just…can't help but fight," she said. "It's just part of who we are, I think."

"Did you fight with Dad?"

Your mother inhaled, quick and sharp through her nose, as she flicked the turn signal to right and guided the car down the exit ramp from the highway, her eyes locked ahead. "Yes," she said. "Sometimes. Sometimes I think that's where we get it."

You swallowed. "Do you ever miss him?"

She doesn't peel her gaze away from the road. "Every day."

The two of you made your way through bustling streets and across too many bridges to count. You thought you fell asleep again, for a minute or maybe a year. Maybe it was all a dream.

"Mom," you asked as she turned onto a worn dirt road, the sunrise barely stretching over the horizon, "why are you bringing me here?"

She didn't answer for a moment. Two moments, then three. Through the leaves, you saw one tree standing impossibly tall. A pine tree.

Your mother parked the car and turned to you. "Because I don't know what to do with you, [Y/N]," she said. "I don't know how I can keep you," she paused, "safe. How I could do this, on my own, in any normal way."

She got out of the car and grabbed your bag, shoving it against your chest. "Camp is just up that hill there," she said, gesturing in the direction of the large tree you'd seen earlier. "They’ve got people up there waiting for you."

"Mom," you said. "Wait, I—I wanted to talk to you—"

She shook her head. "I can't come with you, sweetie." She smiled, the curve of her mouth falling just short of her eyes. "You just remember that I love you, okay?"

At that moment, you knew: she was going to leave you here.

“No,” you said, tears rolling down your face. “No, no—Mom. Mom, please.”

“Before you go,” she said, her voice tight and sharp, “I wanted to give you this.” She reached into the back seat and pulled out a jacket, worn leather with patched elbows. “It was mine in college,” she explained, not meeting your eyes. Like she was reading from a play or book, and you were the unfortunate audience. “I figure, it doesn’t fit me anymore.” 

She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday, baby.”

It was the first time you had ever felt like your mother loved you. You knew she liked you, sometimes. But you were never quite sure if she loved you until that moment. 

And then she got back into the car with one final, teary nod. 

And you never saw her again.

“Yeah,” you tell Luke, shrugging. “I think I’ve got a pretty good reason, though.” Your lips curve into a smile.

He laughs and tilts his head. It’s a habit of his; he’ll say something and twist his neck just a fraction, narrow his eyes. A nervous tic that not even years of training and fighting and killing could stamp out.

You used to think about kissing his neck when he did it, but now you’re not sure whether you would know the difference between kissing and ripping his throat out. 

“True,” Luke concedes. You laugh, too, unrestrained and loud. “Gods, your sense of humor is dark.”

“You laughed first,” you remind him. He grins.

The cupcake he offers you, despite its lumps and smears of frosting, is pretty good. You split it apart with careful fingers and hand half of it back to him.

“You’re celebrating with me,” you laugh, “so you get half. That’s the rule.”

Luke simply smiles at you and takes the crumbling cake from your hand. “Whatever you say.”

You roll your eyes, grinning back. “Damn right.”

Luke’s laugh rings out again, sharp and bright against the night sky. Firelight flickers across his face, painting him in brilliant streaks of orange and gold. 

“After tomorrow,” Luke murmurs, pulling his knees up to his chest, “we can do this whenever we want.” The wind ruffles his hair almost fondly, floppy brown curls stirring and settling back against his skull.

You raise an eyebrow. “This?”

He gestures in a wide arc. “Be here, like this. Just be people, instead of demigods or heroes or revolutionaries.” Luke’s voice picks up, conviction surging into his words. “I mean, seriously—when was the last time you thought you would ever have a normal life?”

You’d never understood the demigods who joined Luke’s cause without knowing him. The plan itself seemed crazy—the only way anyone would follow it was if they knew their leader could pull it off. 

You have to know Luke to know he was capable of that, you think.

Until now. Now, you see what you think everyone else sees—a real leader, a revolutionary. A force for change with a silver tongue.

He makes it all seem so possible. You almost think he might pull it off.

Luke looks over to you. “We’re going to change everything,” he says. 

Almost.

“We’re going to change the rules,” Luke said, spreading the map over an empty cot in his cabin. “If we want to win, we need to be thinking six steps ahead of the enemy.”

A few of the campers huddled around the makeshift table shuffled and coughed awkwardly. 

“Every strategy’s been done before,” a tall girl with bubblegum-pink hair and an eyebrow piercing shouted from the back of the group. “How are we going to out-war the god of war’s kids?” 

Murmurs rushed around the table, soft and susurrant. There’s no way we’re going anywhere here. We’ve gotten our asses beat six weeks in a row. What are we even doing?

Luke smiled. “Ares is the god of war,” he said, “not strategy.” He slung his arm around one of the campers next to him and inclined his head in the direction of the map.

Quietly, almost too quiet for you to hear, he murmured into the girl’s ear. “Don’t doubt yourself, Bethy,” he whispered.

You learned three things in the ten minutes that she spent explaining your team’s new strategy—

—one, your team was going to kick some major ass—

—two, your strategist’s name was Annabeth Chase, and she was the smartest eight-year-old you have ever met—

—and three, Luke was right.

Annabeth’s plan took the rules of Capture the Flag and threw them out the window. She split the team into four subgroups, each with a delegated leader. Luke nodded along as she talked, marking the map with a stubby pencil. 

When Annabeth’s eyes, dark and piercing, searched the crowd and landed on you, you felt your heart stop.

“You,” she said, “are you good with a sword?”

You raised your eyebrow, pointing to yourself—just to confirm this genius child was speaking to you—and Annabeth nodded. 

“I guess?” You said, shrugging. “I know some basic stuff, and I’m good at disarming.”

Annabeth’s face broke into a smile. “Work with Luke on the first wave of offense.” She gestured to the map. “You two will take points B and B-one,” she explained. “My group will take the A-points. You wait for our signal to move in.”

You met Luke’s eyes across the table. Hey, you mouthed. 

His eyes flicked up and down your form. Hey, he mouthed back. You ready to win?

You smiled and nodded.

Good, Luke said, all teeth. Let’s go.

He stood and grabbed his helmet. You did the same.

“I’m [Y/N],” you said as you followed Luke through the forest. “We, uh—we met when I first got here, like, a year ago.” I was sobbing my eyes out because my mother abandoned me, you didn’t add. It was kind of pathetic. I think I threw up from crying so hard.

You suddenly hoped Luke didn’t remember meeting you, actually. That would be less embarrassing.

He turned and caught your eye. “You live in the same cabin as me. ‘Course I know you.” 

Of course he remembers.

You laughed, flushing red. “Oh. Yeah. Of course.”

The silence was so thick, you could have cut it with the sleek bronze of your sword.

In the end, it was Luke who broke the silence. “You wanna play a game while we wait out here?”

You shrugged. “Sure,” you said. 

“Twenty questions,” Luke replied. “So we can learn enough about each other to actually work together.” He smiled. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Low-hanging fruit,” you said, your voice just barely taking on a teasing tone. “It’s green.” 

Luke laughed, loud and full and bright. “Apologies,” he said; mirth crept into his words, staining everything with a tinge of that laughter. “I’ll go for the more gut-wrenching, intimate questions next time.”

You flushed red again. Intimate questions. What the hell does he mean by that?

“My turn,” you said instead. “What do you want to be when you get older?”

“We’ll be heroes,” Luke whispers. “Real heroes. Not figureheads propped up by the gods.”

You wish you could believe him. He’s lying on the beach next to you, his head resting in the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Over the treetops, the stars are beginning to fade from the sky.

It’s almost time.

Your throat feels like someone has sanded it down to expose your vocal cords. This is a bad idea, you want to say. We shouldn’t do this. Tell me we can still not do this. 

“Wanna play twenty questions?” You say, crackling and hoarse.

Luke turns to look at you. “Yeah,” he murmurs. 

“My turn first,” you whisper. Luke nods.

You take a deep breath, in and out. “Are we going to die doing this?”

Luke inhales sharply. “Maybe,” he says. Slowly. Deliberately. “But we’ll do everything we can to make sure we don’t.”

“I got another question,” you say. Luke raises an eyebrow. His knuckles brush yours as you sit up.

“Are you scared?”

It’s your birthday. 

You think you’re going to die. 

Luke is kneeling over you, the palm of his hand pressed against the wet opening in your stomach where someone had caught you with a spear. The shaft of it is still sticking out of you, you think. You’re afraid to look down, afraid to see it. 

“No,” Luke gasps, “no, no, no.”

You watch as the gold fades from his eye, leaving behind the honey-dark brown you remember. His hands are slick with blood—most of it’s probably yours, it has to be yours. You’re bleeding out, after all. 

You tug on Luke’s sleeve weakly. “Hey,” you breathe. “Luke. It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“No,” he says. “You’re—you’re hurt.”

“I know,” you rasp. “I know it hurts. I’m the one—” 

You break off as a cough sticks in your throat. It feels wet. Oily. Desperate to get out. You taste the blood in the back of your throat before you can even take another breath.

“—I’m the one who’s feeling it,” you finish, your voice tilting up at the end. A joke. Gods, your sense of humor is dark.

Luke laughs weakly. “Don’t talk,” he says. “You’re gonna be just fine, [Y/N], just fine.”

He meets your eyes. You see him realize it in slow motion.

Tell him. Tell him now. He’s never going to know otherwise—he could die any minute—

“Luke,” you murmur. “Luke, did you know I loved you?”

He freezes. “What?”

You cough again. Blood spills over your lips. “I loved you,” you repeat. “Since we were campers. Had the…the biggest, stupidest crush on you.”

Luke shakes his head. “No, no,” he says. “You—”

“You’re my best friend,” you continue. “Whatever feelings were there, you’re my best friend.”

Luke’s palm against your stomach is warm. It feels safe. It feels like sleeping side-by-side in the cabin, like shared meals and shared secrets. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Luke says, “why are you—why?”

You blink, just once, but it takes everything you have to open your eyes again after closing them. “Because I’m going to die,” you whisper. “And even if—even though I moved on, I wanted you to…to know.”

Luke bows over your body, pressing his forehead to yours. Tears slip from his cheeks and fall onto yours, driving little rivers through the blood smeared there.

He’s crying. Why is he—

“You idiot,” Luke says brokenly. “I loved you too. I loved you too.” He cradles your head in his lap, brushing your hair away from your face. “[Y/N], I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes slip shut.

I loved you too, Luke’s voice echoes. I loved you too.

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Sam and reader's relationship is fairly new. They've been keeping it a secret from everyone, even Colby. But, it soon gets unveiled to him by some tricksters that spook Sam and reader during their investigation.

Warnings: some SMUT18+, strong language, scary and creepy things done to reader by ghosts such as touching and being spoken to, oral (f), fingering, hair pulling, comedic fluff with a slight dash of smut

Word count: 6.5k | not edited

Disclaimer: I made everything up for this story, straight off the top of my head. Enjoy!

"What's up guys." Colby says loudly with a smile, "It's Sam and Colby. But you already knew that." He laughs and you shake your head.

"Today, we have a very special guest. You probably have seen her in a few of our other videos." Sam holds his hand out towards you, "Y/n."

"Hey guys!" You wave, "I'm very. Very excited for this one today and I'll let the guys explain why."

Sam gives you a smile and looks back at the camera, "Today we're investigating the Seebold Manor." Sam looks at Colby.

"The Seebold Manor is like no other place we've explored because today, we won't just be dealing with normal ghosts and or demons.."

"We are going to be.. drum roll please." Sam starts to pat his knees, you and Colby following along, "What we were told are trickster spirits."

"Y/n. Why don't you tell them what that means." Colby motions and Sam watches you as you take a deep breath, "So. We will be dealing with trickster spirits, as Sam said. These spirits are basically what their name says. They like to play tricks, basically moving stuff around. Tapping your shoulder, generally non-harmful stuff."

"I was told by the owner, that one person- or.." Sam looks at Colby and holds up two fingers, "Was it two people that were tripped on the steps?"

Colby presses his fingers to his chin and thinks for a moment, "I think Brian said two."

You glance over at Sam as he continues talking, and all you can think about is how no one knows that you're dating, and how good Sam looks.

"Y/n."

"Y/n."

You blink, breaking your stare from Sam and quickly cover it up, "I saw something standing over there."

Sam smirks slightly, covering his lips with his hand to hide it, knowing that you were definitely looking at him, "Where?"

You point, "Over by that one cement pillar thingy."

"Oh shit." Colby shakes his head, "They're probably thinking, this group of nimwits will be easy to mess with."

You all laugh and you nod, "You know, I was honestly thinking that, too." Sam looks at you, "I third that. We're in for it tonight."

"We are going to go ahead and get set up.." Sam points to the camera, "See you guys in a minute."

As you make your way towards the house, Sam's hand gently brushes against yours and you smile at him. You head snaps towards Colby as he turns around and you cross your arms.

You wanted to tell Colby, you really did. But you like the idea of sneaking around right now. The adrenaline from possibly getting caught.

You and Sam both knew that Colby would only be mad because you didn't tell him right away, and you were fine with that.

This is something that only you and Sam knew about, and you wanted to milk it just a little while longer.

"Alright. What shall we do first?" Colby claps his hands together, "I definitely think we should just kind of sit stuff out, see if we can catch it being moved?"

"That's a really good idea. I brought a third camera, just in case we'd need it. We can set it up in the living room area to watch our other thing." Sam looks around, clicking the camera on, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" You and Colby say in unison, looking to where Sam is looking.

It's quiet for a second before you speak up, "What did you hear?"

"Like a rubber dodge ball being bounced. Like the echo of it, you know what I mean?" Sam whispers as he looks to you and Colby. He snaps his head back, "There it was again."

You shake your head, "I didn't hear any of that. Did you?" You point to Colby and he shakes his head, "I didn't hear that, but when we were walking down the steps it felt like someone walked past me, you know that feeling?"

You and Sam nod, "I thought someone else was with us, like there was five when we came back down stairs." Sam motions behind him, "Like they were following close.”

You shake, "oh, I just got goosebumps."

Sam gives you a sympathetic look, wanting to comfort you but not wanting to give it away just yet, "I had them the second we walked in, actually."

"Alright. I'll go get the other camera so we can set that up first." Colby points to the door, "Do you guys have anything on you that you could set out in the meantime?"

You take your backpack off your shoulders and unzip it, "I have my water bottle and for some reason, an extra pair of socks."

They laugh and Sam turns the camera off before he takes off his backpack, "I have a water bottle too, and I have a few of our stickers we could set out."

Colby nods, "I'll grab something from the car. I'll be right back." As soon as he leaves, Sam pulls you in by the waist, "We should just tell him. I can't stand playing this, we're only friends game.."

You sigh, laying your hands on his chest, "I know. It's hard keeping my friendly distance from you."

Sam presses his lips to your forehead, "At any time you get scared you can come to me." Sam looks down at you and you nod, "I know. I will.. but.." you bite your lip, smirking, "I had an idea."

"Uh oh." He smirks and tilts his head, "Let's hear it."

"While we were doing the tour.." you glance to the door, making sure Colby didn't come back yet, "I've kept a mental note about rooms."

"Rooms?" Sam raises a brow, "Tell me more."

"If we.. ya know.. split up.. we could meet up in one of the said rooms.." you smirk, "Do I need to keep going?"

Sam shakes his head, cupping your cheeks, "You're an adventurous little devil aren't you?"

You shrug, "Figured it could add to the exhilaration."

"I don't have any doubts about that." Sam gives you a quick kiss and steps away as the door opens and Colby walks through, "So I grabbed one of my extra sweatshirts, I figured we could fold it a certain way. See if it gets moved or something?" Colby walks over, "it's the only thing I could find."

"That should work. I'm sure they'll move stuff that's already here too. So we just need to make a mental note-" you stop and look down the hall, "Clapping. Like a quick-" you clap your hands together and look at them.

Sam turns the camera on again, "Y/n just said she heard clapping.. I didn't.. did you?" He points the camera to Colby and he tilts his head, "I thought I hea-" Colby gasps, eyes going wide as he points, "That."

You nod, "Exactly that."

Sam points the camera down the hallway, "y/n. Clap twice."

You clap your hands together, twice like Sam asked. You wait a few moments and the clapping sound happens back.

"No fucking way." Sam shakes his head.

"Holy fuck." Colby pokes your arm, "Do it three times this time."

You take a deep breath, clapping your hands three times slowly, and sure enough, three claps come back, "Oh my god." You shiver, "That is fucking wild."

"Let's do the REM pod. We can set it at the entrance of the living room." Sam sighs, "this is going to be good."

He cuts the camera and you walk down the hall, jumping as you hear a loud clap almost next to your head, "Fuck." You laugh, "Someone clapped again.. but it was like right next to my head this time."

"Yeah I definitely heard that one." Colby takes the pod and turns it on, setting it down on the ground, "Okay." He looks at the camera once Sam gets it rolling, "someone clapped right next to y/n's head as we were walking down here. So that means something is here."

You all back away from the pod and Sam hand the camera to Colby before speaking, "So as you all know, and if you don't, this is what is called a REM pod. It lights up red when something gets close to it, just like this." He walks up, lifting his shoe to get it to light up red, "Has to be pretty close for it to light up so.."

Sam clears his throat, "My name is Sam, this is Colby and y/n. We're here to do an investigation, get to know this place a little bit better. We mean absolutely no harm to you or anyone else that might be here."

"We heard you clapping for us, so if you're here with us right now, can you make that little red light flash just like my friend Sam did?" Colby asks and keeps the camera on the pod, waiting for it to flash.

And it does.

"Great. Thank you." Colby blows air, "If this is one of the members from the Seebold family, can you make it light up again?"

After a few moments of glancing at each other and waiting, it lights up red.

As you're standing there, listening to them ask more questions, something brushes your leg and you jump, "Shit." You look around, "Something brushed or rubbed up against my leg."

Colby turns the flash on the camera, moving it around, "There's nothing here. Where was it at?"

You point to your calf, "It honestly felt like a cat, you know when they rub up against your leg."

"Maybe they had a cat?" Sam suggests, "I don't know if they had any animals or not but I'm sure it's possible."

You shrug and the pod lights up, "Can you make that light up again if you had a cat."

Instant red.

"Well. I guess they had a cat." You laugh and sigh, "That was so weird."

"There's that sound again." Sam turns, "The rubber ball bouncing." He holds his hand out to keep you and Colby from talking, "Can you do that again so my fri-"

You raise your eyebrows, "I hear it."

Colby nods, "Yeah. I hear that, too. That's fucking.." he laughs, "Oh shit."

"Thank you." Sam looks at you and Colby with a nervous smile, "So they like to let us know they're here."

The pod lights up red and you laugh, "We appreciate you being so active with us." It lights up again and you look at Sam and Colby, "They must like us or something."

"Alright, so should we let that here with the camera on and go to the other rooms?" Sam glances at you and you look down to hide your smile.

Colby nods, "We can set out stuff out all over. Put the camera up right there on that table." Colby walks over to a table and sets the extra camera down, "Does this work?"

"Yeah, that's perfect, yes." Sam starts setting stuff out and you fold Colby's sweatshirt in a specific way.

Hood tucked under and the sleeves in the hoodie pocket. You tie the strings into a bow, "That look specific enough?"

Colby walks over and chuckles, "that's better than what I was going to do."

You laugh, "Colby. I've seen how you fold and I think it's a good thing that I did this." He scoffs and sighs, "Yeah. You're right."

You gasp, jumping towards him as you feel the same feeling on your leg, "That fucking ghost cat. I swear to god."

"I'll have to ask Brian tomorrow if they had a cat for sure. But I'm going to just assume that with that lighting up red." Sam motions to the pod, "Means they did."

"Alright guys." Colby says into the camera, "So from the looks of it.." he starts laughing, "Y/n is going to be tormented by this ghost cat for the rest of the night."

"Glad you find humor is my time of horror." You laugh and move over next to Sam, "We should set something at the top of the steps. See if anything knocks it down or something."

Sam nods, "That's a good idea, too."

You look around the room, "Did you turn that camera on, Colby?" Colby nods, "Yeah, I turned it-" he looks t the camera, "It's off. I swear I turned it on."

"I'm pretty sure you did. I watched you." Sam hands you the camera and walks over to Colby, "The light was on for sure."

"Y/n."

"What?" You look up at Sam and Colby and they look at you confused. You laugh slightly, "Did one of you not just say my name?"

They shake their heads and Sam points, "I was messing with this camera and Colby was talking to me about it."

"That's so weird. It sounded like.. actually it sounded like Colby's voice saying my name." You step closer to them and look behind you, "I know they aren't going to hurt us, but I can't help but feel anxious."

"Are you okay?" Sam asks and you nod, "Oh yeah, I'm fine." You laugh slightly, "Kinda comical if you really think about it."

Sam laughs and looks at Colby, "Alright. Well if this doesn't stay on, we'll just have to make sure we record with this one where everything is placed."

Colby nods, "Alright. Yeah. I hope this stays o-" he whips his head around and lays a hand on his cheek, "Something just kissed me." He looks at you and Sam with wide eyes and he laughs, "I swear to god, it felt like lips on my cheek."

Sam turns the camera around on him and sighs, "I just want to say that If Colby doesn't leave with us, it's because he's staying with his new ghost girlfriend."

You cover your lips to hide your laughter and Sam looks at Colby and full out laughs, "I'm sorry. I had to, brother."

Colby rolls his eyes, "Let's just.." he laughs slightly, "Get out of here."

Sam pans the camera over everything that's set out before you leave the living area.

"I think we should go to, what did he say, Malcom's room?" Sam looks over at you and Colby, "Maybe we can find out how the fire that burned the original down."

"I brought the EMF meter, so we can ask yes or no questions." Colby digs into his bag and pulls it out, "I think his room was the third one on the left upstairs."

As you make your way down the hallway, Sam trips but catches himself, "Alright." He laughs slightly, "Colby did you trip me?"

"As much as I thought about it.. no, I didn't trip you." Colby smirks and looks around, "y/n. Did you trip Sam?"

"No." You shake your head and look at Sam, "Are you okay?"

He nods, "Yeah, no I'm good." He looks around, "That was like, right in front of you." He point to you and you raise your brows, "you know, as we were walking, it did feel like we walked through a cold bubble."

All three of you snap your heads behind you as you all hear what sounds like people running.

"I didn't like that." You step towards Sam and grab his arm, "That was close."

Sam holds onto your sweatshirt sleeve, "Yeah, that was almost like they were running towards us."

"Don't say that, Sam. Fuck. Now they'll come running at us." Colby laughs nervously and shakes his head, "Let's just.. get upstairs."

All three of you now walk at a quicker pace, still looking behind you and laughing when you do it at the same time.

"Careful on these steps." Sam tells you as he walks in front of you. You nod, holding onto the banister as you follow him up.

"Right here is where it felt like someone was with us during the tour." Colby motions to the stairs, "But it was when we were coming down."

"Wait.." you tap Sam and point, "Do you hear that? It sounds like the REM pod going off, like constantly."

They're silent for a few moments before looking at each other, "I bet you they're moving our stuff." Colby shakes his head, "Wanna go check it out now or?"

"Let's give it a little bit yet. We can go up here first." Sam looks up the steps and continues walking, "can you imagine tumbling down these steps though?"

You laugh slightly, "I feel like they're wide enough you wouldn't really get hurt if you tuck and rolled." You look at Colby and he shakes his head, "I'm not doing that."

"I want going to-"

He cuts you off, "I know you, y/n. I'm not tucking and rolling down these steps." He laughs and looks at the stairs, "Although.. it would be fun."

Sam laughs, "Let me know how you make out with that."

You reach the top of the stairs, looking both ways before continuing straight on, "Oh. Here." You point to the door that has Malcom in cursive letters.

Colby places his hand on the knob, twisting slowly as he pushes the door open, "Malcom, we're here to ask you a few questions."

You follow Colby in, Sam behind you.

"Hi Malcom." You look around and Sam walks in, "Hey Malcom, so we brought up our little device that allows you to light up green for yes and red for no as answers to our questions."

Colby gets it out, turning it on, "Alright. Who wants to go first?" You look between them and raise your hand, "I will."

You watch as Colby places the device on the stand and you look around, "Malcom.. are you here with us?"

A few minutes goes by, nothing.

"Is anyone here with us?" Sam asks and the reader lights up green, "Is this Malcom?"

The reader lights up red.

"Are you one of Malcom's brothers?" Colby asks and the reader lights up green. Colby looks up, "Hmm. Okay. What were his brother's names?"

"Miller and-" the reader lighting up green cuts you off, "Is this Miller?" It lights up green again and you motion, "It's Miller."

Sam laughs slightly and smirks as Colby shakes his head, "Thanks. I had no idea." He laughs and crosses his arms, "Miller, can you tell us if the fire that burned this house down was an accident?"

Lights up green.

"Was it caused by a prank you and your brothers were playing?" Sam asks and it lights up green then flashes to red.

"That's weird." You look between them, "Is there someone else here with you, Miller?"

Lights up green.

"Is it Monroe?" You nod as it lights up green, "I remember Brian saying that one of the kids was a trouble maker.. he took the-" you put air quotes, "Pranks.. too far."

"That's right." Sam nods, "Monroe, was it you that started the fire?"

Lights up green.

"Was it an accident?" Colby asks in a softer tone and it lights up green, "You didn't mean to light the house on fire?" Colby asks again and it lights up red.

You shiver slightly at the mixed signals, "I just got a chill." You feel the same cat-like rubbing against your leg and you jump, letting out a slight scream, "That fucking. Cat!"

You move over by Sam, standing close to him as you're dead set on laying eyes on this ghostly cat apparition.

"Again?" Sam turns, "What the hell is up with that?"

"Kitty likes y/n." Colby laughs and you glare at him, "At least I didn't get kissed by a ghost."

His laughter stops and he goes serious, "Shut up."

You snicker and take a deep breath, "I like cats... don't get me wrong.. but I like the ones I can actually see." Sam lays his hand on your back, keeping the camera on Colby, "You aren't scratched or anything are you?"

You shift to pull the leg of your pants up, "No." you shake your head, "nothing is here."

"Well that's good, at least." Sam looks to Colby, "Should we go to the parents room? See if we can talk to them?"

Colby nods, "Yeah but if I get kissed again, I'm out."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam laughs and you follow him to the door, "Thank you Miller and Malcom."

Colby walks out behind you, shutting the door, "If it wasn't for posting this.. I'd say we never speak about that ever again." He laughs.

"They like you, honestly can't blame them." Sam purses his lips together and looks away. Colby smirks and pretends to get shy, "oh shucks. Sam. You know how to speak to me just right."

You almost told Colby to stop flirting with your boyfriend but you caught yourself, laughing as you shake your head.

"Alright. Alright." Sam laughs, "I'm thinking we try and get something out of the next room then we go down and check our stuff."

"Works for me." You nod and Colby nods, "Alright, let's do this."

You make your way to the room at the end of the hall, opening the door and making your way in. As you walk in, you gasp, "I swear something moved."

"Where?" Sam points the camera to where you're pointing, "Like a figure?"

You nod, "Yeah, like a white figure just moved into the wall. It was quick."

"That could either be Matthias or his wife, Molly." Colby looks around and you nod, "They really like the M names, don't they?"

"I don't really know anything about that, but I've caught onto that, too." Sam motions to Colby, "Set out the EMF, Colby."

Colby turns it on, setting it down on the bed, "Is anyone here with us?"

Lights up green.

"Is it Molly?" You ask and it lights up green, "Was that you that I saw when we first came in?" It lights up green again and you sigh, "We mean no harm, Molly. We just want to ask you some more questions if that's okay."

It lights up green and you look at Sam, "Should we ask about Monroe?" He nods, "I mean, I think we should." You nod and look to Colby, "Your turn."

"Were you afraid of Monroe?" Colby asks and it lights up green then shuts up quickly. Colby looks at Sam, "That would make sense."

Sam nods, "Yeah. If he felt outcasted or something, you know?" Colby nods, "We're you scared of him because of his pranks?"

Lights up green.

"Did he want to cause harm?" Sam asks and you watch as it flashes from green to red repeatedly, "Are you unsure?"

Lights up green.

"Okay, Molly. That's fine. Thank you." Sam looks to you and then to Colby, "Should we go downstairs now?"

Colby nods, "Yeah. I'm actually curious to see what was moved." He walks over to the door, "Did you close this when you came in, Sam?"

He shakes his head, "No I left it open."

"Did you close it?" Colby looks at you and you shake your head, "I didn't touch the door." Colby looks to Sam, "Fucking hell. Okay." He tries to open the door but it doesn't open.

"Is it locked?" Sam asks walking up to him, "Hold on let me.." Sam bends down, using the flash on the camera to see.

As you're standing there, waiting for them to get the door open, you feel something grab your ankle. When you lift that one, something grabs your other one and you let out a yell, "Oh my god! Oh my god!"

You move over to Sam and Colby and point to the end of the bed, "Something grabbed my ankles." You squeeze between them and Sam wraps his arm around your waist, "I moved the one it grabbed first then it grabbed my other one."

"They just wanted to see you dance, y/n." Colby says, "Are you okay?"

"They could have just asked me. Damn." You laugh slightly, "Yeah. I'm good. Let's just get out of here." You turn to grab the knob and the door opens, "They did it on purpose, little shits."

Sam and Colby laugh quietly as they follow you out of the room, "Oh. Did you want to set something at the top here?" Sam points to the steps, "We can put.." he looks around and walks over to grab something off the stand, "This here."

You nod, "That'll work." Your eyes follow him as he sets the circular object down. Sam stands back up, "Alright. Let's head down."

You stay close to Sam as you walk down the steps, glancing behind you every so often. Colby does the same, "Ever since we came down these the first time I can't shake that someone is with us."

Sam nods, "These stairs are weird." He turns at the bottom, making sure you come down safely, "I don't know how to explain it, but you know what I mean."

Colby walks down, "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like there's just something that lives on the stairs or whatever."

You look down the hall, "The REM is going off again."

"Is it?" Sam points the camera down the hall, "Yeah it is. Holy fuck." He looks at you before he starts walking, you and Colby follow.

"Wait." You stop, bending down to pick up one of their stickers but it's stuck to the floor, "Sam. Colby." You move back, pointing to the sticker, "Something stuck that here."

"No fucking way." Sam moves the camera over it, trying to lift it up, "That's actually insane."

Colby bends down, looking up at Sam, "I hope we can't get in trouble for this." He laughs slightly, "we didn't do that."

"That's actually scary." You run a hand through your hair and it feels like a strand is lifted up, "Oh my go-" you move away, running your hand over your hair, "Did you get that?" You look at Sam and he nods, "I honestly think so. Fuck. Here."

He cuts the camera off and replays what he just recorded. Sure enough, you see the strand lift up and you jump away, "Oh my god. You got it." You look up at him and Colby takes the camera, replaying it, "That's actually fucking crazy."

You laugh, "I can't believe that." You point, "let's go see what else is moved." You walk with them to the living room area and look over the room.

Colby's hoodie isn't on the table, folded like you left it. It's actually no where to be found.

Your water bottle is on its side, on the other table.

Sam's water bottle, is empty, but there isn't any water in it.

"I hope you weren't thirsty and I hope you didn't like that sweatshirt." You shake your head in disbelief, "Oh, my socks are separated and one is here and the other is... gone." You turn to look at Sam and Colby.

"I liked that sweatshirt." Colby's voice is in a higher tone and he pretends to pout, "Damn it." He laughs and Sam walks over, "There's only one sticker left. I laid out three. So the second one is.." he looks around, walking around the living room area, "I can't find it."

"Is the camera still on?" You point and Colby walks over. After a few seconds of messing with it, he looks up, "Come watch this."

You walk over, along with Sam and stand on either side of Colby. You both watch as Sam's water bottle slowly uncaps and falls over, almost like someone was gently laying it on its side.

"That's so weird." Sam laughs nervously, "Oh, y/n. Your water bottle just falls over."

"Does it show Colby's sweatshirt moving?" You ask and Colby shakes his head, "I don't think-" the camera shows Colby's sweatshirt moving and then it's almost like it lays over the camera before it shuts off, "..so."

"So.." Sam stands up and turns, "Your sweatshirt.. covered the camera.. then the camera cuts out... and now your sweatshirt is just... gone?"

You lean on the table with one hand, "Tricksters." You laugh slightly and shake your head, "I'm sure we'll find it somewhere. It has to be around here somewhere."

Colby looks around, "thats actually really good footage, when though we don't have much." Colby runs a hand over his face, "The fact that it's just gone.. my mind is blown right now."

"Why don't we split up?" Sam suggests and Colby snaps his head towards him, "What?"

You smirk and look away as Sam explains, "We have three cameras. Two of us take each hallway down here. One goes upstairs."

You quickly put your finger on your nose for going upstairs, "No nose goes."

Sam quickly puts his finger on his noses followed by Colby and he groan, "Fuuuuck me."

You laugh, "Have fun upstairs, Brock."

"Have fun with your ghost cat, y/l/n." Colby chuckles and you shrug, "At least mine doesn't try to kiss me."

"Alright children." Sam laughs, "Let's get y/n set up with a camera and then we can get started." Sam sets the camera down on the table to get into his backpack to get you your camera.

After getting situated, Sam starts rolling, "Alright guys. So we are splitting up." He looks between you and Colby, "Well each have a camera. I'm sending Colby with the REM pod. Y/n will have the EMF. I'll just have me myself and I."

"Yeah, that's what you get for making me go upstairs." Colby laughs, "Let's just do this. Meet at the bottom of the steps in what? Thirty minutes?"

You and Sam nod, "that sounds fair enough." You look at Sam and he smirks, "Works for me." He looks to Colby, "let's go."

You all walk to the bottom of the steps and say your jokingly goodbyes before you all part ways. You were honestly kind of nervous to be on your own, but you knew you were meeting up with Sam any minute now.

You walk down the hall, looking at each door and picture frame that was hung on the wall, "That's the family guys." You point the camera to the picture of the Seebold family and take a deep breath as you continue walking.

You round the corner and stop when you hear the faint sound of footsteps, "Fuck. Okay. There's footsteps.. like someone is walking.. somewhere." You whisper to the camera, "Oh my god. I'm actually shitting my pants right now."

You laugh quietly and force yourself to keep walking. You reach your hand out, feeling the wall end and you go to turn the corner but you run into something and it grabs your arm.

You scream slightly but Sam turns his flashlight on, pointing it on himself, "Hey. It's me! It's me!"

You let out a sigh, "Holy fuck, Sam." You lay a hand on your chest, "I didn't know these hallways connected like this.”

He nods, "Neither did I."

You catch your breath and look up at him, and it's instant fire. You were finally alone with him.

And you had thirty minutes to spare.

"Come on." Sam smirks and pulls you into one of the rooms. It's mainly empty, but you didn't need much.

Sam turns his camera off and sets it down, along with yours and his hands are instantly on your waist, pinning you against the wall.

"Ever since you said something about it, it's all I could think about." He mumbles against your lips. You nod, "Mhm."

Your hands slide up his chest, intertwining your fingers with his hair. He slides a hand down, slipping it into the band of your leggings, "gotta be quick and quiet."

He drops down to his knees, pulling your leggings down to below your knees. You nod, watching as he slides his hands up your thighs. He pulls your panties to the side and rises up slightly.

You spread your legs as far as your leggings will let you before Sam leans in, lips wrapping around your clit.

You press your hand hard against your mouth to muffle your moans. Your other hand is on his head.

He lowly groans against you as he digs his fingers into your legs. You roll your hips forward, everything becoming nothing but you and him right now.

His tongue drags against your folds and you whimper. He looks up at you, moving to stand up as his fingers replace his tongue.

You moan as he pushes his fingers into you. He rests his forehead against yours, "You're so wet."

You tilt your head back to look up at him and his lips crash onto yours. You wrap an arm around his neck, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Wait.." you pull away breathing heavy, "wait."

"What, babe?" Sam looks at you confused and you look at him, "That sounds.. I swear I just heard Colby yelling."

He pulls his fingers from you and you hike your pants back up, "Like it sounded faint which makes sense because he's upstairs, but like."

Sam looks at you, "That?"

You listen for a minute and nod when you hear Colby yell again, "Yes. Yes that!"

"Sam! Y/n!"

You and Sam grab your cameras, turning them on when you get out into the hall. Sam takes a deep breath, "Yo Colby!"

Nothing.

"Okay. So I ran into y/n. We didn't know these hallways meet, and now we hear Colby yelling." Sam explains as he points the camera to him.

"Wait. Sam. What if they're just mocking him? Like trying to trick us? Isn't that what they did earlier to me when they said my name and it sounded like his voice?" You look at Sam and he looks at you, "it could be, but I don't want to take any chances."

You and Sam make your way down the hall and you stop, "Did you light these?" You point to the lit candles on the stand and Sam shakes his head, "No."

You look behind you, "Sounds like someone's walking." You look to Sam and back behind you, "Colby? Did you light these candles?"

Nothing.

"Alright let's just go fi-"

As you and Sam round the corner to the steps, a cat meowing at you both on the corner of the stand, makes you and Sam let out a loud ass scream, catching you off guard.

Sam grabs your hand and pulls you with him, dragging you with to the bottom of the stairs, "What the fuck?!"

"A fucking cat!? Was that a cat!?" You yell, looking up at Sam, "There's a real life fucking cat!?" You scream, clinging to Sam as your breathing is rapid, "What the fuck? Colby!!"

"Colby!" Sam yells, holding you close, "Colby there's a fucking cat!"

The ball shaped object that Sam placed at the top of the steps comes bouncing down, causing you and Sam to freeze.

You slowly turn your head, looking at Sam until you hear the sound of footsteps coming at you. You grab onto Sam tighter, letting out a scream, "Colby! Sam there were footsteps coming at us."

Sam pulls you closer,"Yo, Colby. Come on man!" He looks around, catching glimpse of the cat comes running over, but it doesn't register with him right away, so he takes off running.

"Sam!" You scream, "Where are you-" you let out a scream as the cat rubs up against your leg and Sam comes back quickly to grab you to pull you with him, "I thought you were behind me!"

"I'm over this!" You yell out, laughing slightly, "There's no way that's a cat. And that ball. What the hell."

"Yo. Colby!" Sam screams as you walk back over to the steps, "Let's go man!"

"What the fuck is happening down here?" Colby yells as he comes down the top flight of stairs, "All I heard was you both absolutely lo-"

Colby trips, rolling down the steps with a grunt, "oh fuck."

You and Sam run over to him, kneeling down next to him, "Colby. Hey. You with us?" Sam taps his face and he nods, "Yeah. I landed on the camera."

"I honestly think I got that on camera." You cover your mouth and try not to laugh. Colby chuckles but grunts in pain, "I need to see that."

The cat that's been following you all night, runs up and sits on Colby's chest. He does a double take, pointing, "It's a fucking cat."

You nod, "It's a fucking cat."

"That cat about made me shit my pants." Sam sighs, "We came around the one corner, because we heard you yelling and it was sitting eye level on a shelf and just meowed."

"So it's not a ghostly cat." Colby scratches its head and furrows his brows, "Wait." He goes to sit up and Sam helps him, "You said you heard me yelling?"

You and Sam both nod and Colby shakes his head, "I was chillen in the upstairs library the whole time until I heard your guys ruckus."

"You were right." Sam looks at you and you nod, "They were tricking us."

"Wait.. again.." Colby looks between the two of you and points back and forth, "Why were you two together?"

"The hallways meet. I kept following it and I ran into her. Scared the shit out of her." Sam laughs and you nod with a smile, "Yeah, I thought I was dying."

"Your smile tells me different, y/n." Colby tilts his head, "Is there going to be sex footage on those cameras?"

"Oh my god, Colby. No!" You stand up, holding your hand out, along with Sam's to help Colby up. He grabs both of your hands, standing up then reaching down to grab the camera.

"You turned your camera off right?" Sam leans in and whispers as quiet as possible. You nod, "Yeah. Did you?"

Sam nods, "I think."

"Secrets don't make friends." Colby clicks his tongue, "Just tell me my assumptions are right."

"And what are your assumptions, Colby?" You cross your arms, tilting your head. Colby smirks, nodding from you to Sam, "Yall are dating.. aren't ya."

Sam's the first one to break, "I wanted to tell you, brother. But this was just something that we.." Sam trails off and looks at you to continue speaking, "We were living in the moment of being the only two that knew. We planned on telling you tonight, I swear."

Colby stares at both of you, "So no one else knows?"

You and Sam both nod, "Right."

"So I'm the first person to know?" Colby raises his brows and you nod, "yes. Colby. You're the first person to know.”

He celebrates, "Yes!"

The sound of an echoing laugh cuts your moment short, “I hate to rain on everyone’s parade, but can we just get our shit and get out of here?”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

I feel like this sucks, but it’s something for now. I’ve also been violently sick for the last few days, but I’m coming out of that and hoping to get some good shit out to you!

Thank you for reading!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated 🖤

[ihrtsevyn]

Can you please write something about Johnnie getting jealous🫶🏼

— JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY . . . 𖤐 | j.g x reader

moved to: @kiemiu

synopsis small scenario + headcanons of johnnie being jealous !

warnings slightly aggressive behavior?, cursing, lowercase intended, no specific race/gender/age specified. use of gender neutral terms. reader is intoxicated in the scenario. talks of insecurity.

wc 1.3k

masterlist | main page <3

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SCENARIO:

johnnie would like to think that he isn't a jealous person, but undeniably he is. there's not a worse feeling than seeing the person you love fawn over another.

the feeling that grows in his stomach is unsettling, it makes him want to throw up. do you always scrunch your nose up when you laugh? is this guys jokes really that funny? the way you throw your head back and let out a loud cackle makes it seem so, but johnnie fully believes you're putting on a show. johnnie's funny too. you would know if you weren't so busy cuddled up under...brian? brad? whatever his name is, it doesn't matter. that should be him.

jake had been talking johnnie's ear off for the past 15 minutes about a small brawl that happened between two girls, or was it two guys? johnnie couldn't remember, his eyes had been laser focused on you the entire evening, his ears only picking up bits and pieces of jake's story. the sight hurt him, truthfully. it really shouldn't have because you two weren't dating but he did believe there was something going on between you two. an unspoken mutual attraction.

"dude, you haven't blinked once in the past twenty minutes i've been talking to you." jake worriedly mentioned with raised eyebrows.

jake's small comment easily caught johnnie off-guard. he rubbed his eyes with his free hand before rapidly blinking. his taller friend was joking but it was comical to see the emo get red in the face from embarrassment.

"just go talk to them." jake muttered, following his friends gaze. "they're busy, can't you tell?" johnnie mumbled bitterly before finally tearing his eyes away from your form for the first time that night.

he looked down at the solo cup that he maintained a loose grip on, woefully swirling the alcohol in choppy motions. he couldn't even remember what he was drinking at that point. ever since he laid eyes on that familiar face it's all he's been thinking about. you. you. you.

as well as the fact that all of your attention was on some other guy when it should be him.

jake scoffed before taking a quick sip of his drink, head shaking in disappointment. "just go talk to her, i can't stand to see you looking like a kicked puppy all night."

he tapped johnnie's shoulder a few times before escaping off into another conversation.

johnnie's gaze followed jake's form until he was fully out of sight, turning his full attention back to you. what he didn't expect was for your eyes to already be settled on him, making him freeze in the spot.

you offered him a kind smile before waving him over. he hesitated in his steps before taking quick strides over to you. what happened to that guy you were talking to?

"hey." he quietly muttered with a tight lipped smile. "hey, are you enjoying the party?" you asked. from that sentence alone, johnnie quickly came to the conclusion that you were fucked up. your smile was wide and blissful, eyes glossy and spaced out, not to mention the drunken drawl in your voice.

"sure, are..are you okay?" johnnie asked, a worried tilt in his voice. you nodded your head with closed eyes. the way your head lolled to the side and the cheshire grin on your face made johnnie think that you weren't fully aware of how drunk you had gotten.

"have you met my new friend brandon? he just went to go make us some more drinks. but he's so funny, i swear you'll love him." your pronunciation of words was all over the place and you could barely keep your eyes from closing.

oh, right. brandon was his name. johnnie rolled his eyes at the simple mention of the man before sighing and taking the seat next to you. even with your dazed state you could see the clear annoyance on his face. "i think it's time we get you home, hm?" johnnie muttered, eyes softening at your doe eyed stare.

"you don't like him, do you?" you asked quietly, completely ignoring johnnie's last statement. his eyebrows furrowed at your comment, slightly caught off guard by your question. "what? what do you mean? who don't i like?"

"brandon. you've been staring knives at us the whole time we've been talking."

shit. you saw him? "i-i dont even know the guy enough to hate him." johnnie nervously croaked out, his smile fell weak as he avoided your gaze.

"if i didn't know any better id say...you're jealous." you muttered, a sly smile growing on your lips. "what? no! come on, let's get you home, you're talking nonsense."

"don't you wanna wait for brandon?" you asked looking up at him as he grabbed your arm, pulling you up. "no." he immediately answered with slightly widened eyes.

you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your mouth as you leaned into him for support. "you're definitely jealous." you quietly stated another muted laugh following after.

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HEADCANONS:

he gets quieter. johnnie himself isn't the loudest most out-spoken person but when shuffles to the side and stops inserting himself in certain conversations, you'll know something's wrong.

becomes passive aggressive. he doesn't really mean to, it just comes naturally. the person that you seem to take a liking to makes a joke at someones expense and johnnie will find a way to turn it back on them. adding in snippy comments whenever they talk open their mouth and scoffing in disbelief when you laugh at one of their corny jokes.

tries to act unbothered. he'll force a smile and shrug his shoulders if someone asks him if he's okay. his responses are curt and have a monotonous tone, his voice straining sometimes as he forces out an "i'm good." he thinks he looks cool and unbothered when in his jealous state but instead he looks spaced out and miserable. it's very noticeable how frigid his posture becomes, his jaw clenching in annoyance as he stares daggers at whoever is taking up too much of your time.

overthinks. johnnie has been hurt before and he doesn't want it to happen again. his mind starts to go to a dark place and insecurities start to rise to the surface. he hates feeling this way so once he realizes these harmful thoughts are starting to come back he won't hesitate to voice his thoughts to you. you mean a lot to him and he'd hate for your relationship to go off of the rails because of a lack of trust or because of an insecurity that's been uprooted.

will isolate himself. if he's feeling jealous to the point of anger then he'll outwardly avoid you until he cools down. he goes to the quietest place available and is just alone with his thoughts, which isn't the best idea when he's starting to lose confidence in the role of being your boyfriend.

seeks comfort. in all honesty johnnie doesn't get jealous that easily, it's a rare thing. but when it does happen it's kind of hard to pull him out of that self-deprecating headspace. he won't outright ask for your comfort but as you build your relationship and notice his habits, it's easy to realize when he's in need of some reassurance.

he'll become a fidgety and nervous mess. his thoughts becoming more clouded and loud as time went on. half of his thoughts are telling him to grow a pair and the other half are worriedly expressing their concerns about the state of your relationship. he really just needs to hear you say that he's all you want/need.

once he gets that reassurance that he's the love of your life accompanied with an unwavering confidence from you, he starts to feel all better. even a bit cocky when he hears how you fawn over him. his once congested thoughts become clear of any and all doubt and he's suddenly smiling from ear to ear. he realizes how stupid it was to feel any type of jealousy when it's clear that the love you share for each other is equal.

. . .

thank you sm for the request! i really enjoy writing for johnnie lol. hope you guys like it <3 :)

requests are still open if you guys have any ideas :)

[justagalwhowrites]

Stitches: Part of For You - A Collection of Requests Benefitting Palestine

Joel comes into the clinic after getting hurt on the job. A non-canon one shot set in the Lavender universe.

^Gif not representative of reader's appearance, just here for the vibes.

Event Terms: Commissioners could choose to donate between $15 and $50 via Ko-Fi for one fic of 1-2k words to be written by April 1, 2024. Payment due after completion of the fic. Donation with a match by the author to be paid to PCRF on April 2, 2024 in honor of Pedro Pascal's birthday ❤️ Commissioners had the option to choose to keep a fic private and all fics may not be shared here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender, QZ era

Warnings: Brief description of injury. Angst. Smut (P in V sex). No use of Y/N, Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 4k

A/N: Sooooo this one got a little away from me (shocking, I know.) I can't promise all of this collection will be this long but apparently I really missed Joel and Doc. Written for @suzmagine after she requested QZ era Joel and Doc with angst and smut :)

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Sunday, September 20, 2015 

“I’ve got one more for you,” Marta hovered outside the patient room, a file folder in her hands. 

You groaned. 

“Another one?” You asked. “Shouldn’t we be done for the day by now? Shouldn’t we have been done for the day an hour ago?” 

“I’m not any happier about this than you are,” she replied. “I’m the one who’s been pulling double duty all day because Andrew’s out…” 

“And I’m the one who’s had twice the patient load because the entire QZ has the flu,” you sighed before you pinched the bridge of your nose. This wasn’t helping either of you. “Alright, just… Please tell me this is the last one.” 

“Last one,” she said. “Doors are locked.” 

“Speakeasy after this?” You asked, opening the folder. 

“I would but Brian and I are going to a friend’s place tonight,” she smiled, almost sheepishly. “Sorry.” 

“It’s alright,” you sighed. “I just need to get a life….” You glanced down at the intake notes. Just stitches and antibiotics, on order from FEDRA. “This looks basic, why don’t you head on out. I can finish up here.” 

“Really?” She asked. You just nodded and she squealed a little. “Thank you so much!” 

You tried to not be jealous of the fact that she had a life to go home to. In all reality, you shouldn’t be upset about staying late at work. It’s not like you had anything else going on. Once Tommy left the QZ and Andrew and Jess started spending more time just the two of them while she was down for the count because of her pregnancy, you pretty much spent your time not at work at home, doing a lot of nothing. 

“I need a hobby,” you muttered to yourself before making your way down to the exam room where your last patient was waiting for you. 

You knocked once on the door and gave the patient a moment to answer before you opened it, reviewing the intake notes as you did.  

“Hi there,” you said, looking up from the file. “I’m….” 

Your voice trailed off. Joel was sitting there, perched on the end of the exam table, his eyes ranging over you. 

“Don’t think you need to introduce yourself, Kid,” he said, giving you a wry half smile. 

You looked back at the file. In the name field was just J.M. - FEDRA. You frowned and looked back at him. 

“FEDRA sent you in?” You set the file down on the counter before going to wash your hands. “Why, did you pick a fight with a guard?” 

“No,” he quirked his jaw. “Just some equipment on sewer duty.” 

“Lucky you,” you said, pulling your chair up beside the table. You sat down, closer to him than you’d been since you’d been almost blown up before Tommy left the QZ. “Well, I’m sure you’d rather see anybody else but I’m afraid there’s something going around and I’m the only doctor who’s here right now. Since you’re here on FEDRA orders, I can’t really let you leave and come back another time…” 

“S’fine,” he cut you off. “It’s not… I don’t mind. That it’s you, I mean.” 

“Oh,” you said, a little taken aback. You tried to hide it as you pulled on your gloves. “Well that’s… good. Why don’t take off your shirt, looks like the injury is on your stomach?” 

“Yeah,” he said, unbuttoning his top. “They put a bandage on me there but said I’d need stitches and shit to keep it from gettin’ infected.” 

“Yeah, I feel like dying from an infection that doesn’t turn people into monsters in this day and age is a bit of a raw deal.” 

Joel snorted and shrugged out of the shirt. You saw a bandage, stained with blood, near his belly button. You winced a little, even though you’d seen so much of Joel’s blood at this point you thought you should be used to it. But it never got any easier, knowing he was putting himself at risk, knowing he was in pain. 

Blood was a good distraction, though, when you thought about it. Joel without his shirt had always been a weak spot for you. Blood was one way to keep you from focusing on things you shouldn’t. Like the fact that his chest was broad and firm and you knew just what it would be to rest your head against him there and listen to the steady thrum of his heart as you fell asleep. 

“I’m going to remove the bandage, OK?” You said, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. He just gave you a single nod and you pulled down the bundle of gauze and tape to expose a jagged cut that dipped into the muscle of his abdomen. You hissed a little in sympathetic pain. “What’d you do, Joel?” 

“Had to jump to dodge an out of control truck,” he said. “Ended up landin’ on something sharp. Hurt like a bitch but… had worse.” 

“Had worse is a damn low bar for you,” you said, gingerly examining the wound. “Good news is, this is even cleaner than I expected. Actually, you’re cleaner than I expected, you don’t smell like you were on sewer duty.” 

“Yeah, well, figured patchin’ me up wouldn’t do much if I was covered in shit,” he said, voice beaten down by the misery that was QZ life. It was a tone you knew well. “Showered before I came.” 

You nodded slowly. 

“I’ll numb you up and get this all closed,” you said, sitting back from him. “Go ahead and lie back for me while I get set up.” 

You gathered what you needed and came back to find Joel flat on the table, his hands folded over the base of his chest. The cracked face of the watch glinted in the florescent light and you tried not to think about how his arms looked bare. You hadn’t seen his arms bare in so long. 

You cleared your throat and pulled the chair back up alongside him and changed gloves. 

“Small poke,” you said as you injected the local anesthetic. He grunted but stayed still. You gave it a few minutes to kick in before you gently prodded the wound. “Feel that?” 

“No,” he said. 

You nodded and set to work, flushing out the wound and aligning his damaged skin to stitch it closed. 

“So,” you said after the silence was heavy in the room. “How’ve you been since Tommy left?” 

His body tensed a little. 

“Fine,” he said gruffly. “Just a bit quiet around the apartment.” 

You nodded slowly, focusing on your stitching. 

“I hope you’re not just sitting in there all alone,” you said, half teasing half serious. “Even you need social contact now and then.” 

“M’fine.” 

There was something in his tone that made you feel like he was not, in fact, fine. As much as you tried to forget, you carried so much of the intimacies of Joel Miller within you. How he looked when his face was relaxed in sleep, how he felt when he held you like you were the only thing he had left in the world, how he sounded when he was in pain. He sounded that way now. 

“Are you?” You asked, lifting your eyes from his stomach to look up his body to his face. His head was raised just enough to look back at you. 

“Not your damn business what I am or what I’m not,” he snapped, lowering his head back to the exam table. “Leave it.”

“I’m just…” you paused as you finished the last stitch. “I worry about you sometimes is all. I know you don’t have a lot of people, Joel, and…” 

“I’m not your fuckin’ problem,” he bit out, sitting up so fast that you shocked back from him. “I don’t need you pokin’ around my life and fuckin’ it up anymore than you already have so just leave it, alright!” 

“Alright,” you said quietly, tears pinching at the back of your throat. 

“You done sewin’ me shut?” He snapped. You nodded, still trying to resist the urge to cry. “Good.” 

He snatched his shirt up and stalked out of the room, not even stopping to put it on. 

You took a deep, shaky breath, staring at the place where Joel had just been. You tried not to think about how, for just a few minutes, there had been a quiet intimacy there like there had been with him before. How he felt comfortable and safe beside you, where you could run your fingers over his skin and see where his hair was starting to gray. 

You gave yourself a few minutes to calm down before you started cleaning up, trying to focus on getting home so you could curl up in a ball in your bed where you were warm and safe, even if you were alone. You were starting to clear the tray of tools when you realized the syringe of penicillin was still there, shiny and full. 

You’d never given him the antibiotics. 

“Shit,” you muttered, voice wet. 

You set it aside and finished cleaning up before grabbing a bottle of pain killers and an oral course of antibiotics and setting out to Joel’s place. 

He answered quickly, all but ripping the door open and looking surprised to find you there when he did. 

“What do you want,” he snapped. 

“You still need antibiotics,” you said quietly, fighting to not flinch back from him. You held up the small bag with the syringe, bandages and pills inside. “You left before I could give them to you.” 

He quirked his jaw but stepped aside, opening the door wide enough for you to come in. You set the bag down on the table and started taking off your coat. 

“Didn’t say you could fuckin’ stay,” Joel said, voice still sharp. 

“I figured you’d want me having full range of motion with my arms when I’m sticking you with a needle,” you said harshly before closing your eyes for a moment, forcing yourself to calm down. “I need to get at the wound again so… shirt off.” 

He ground his teeth but obeyed, pulling the shirt off. You sat down at the table and got the syringe ready and he stood beside you there and you had the strangest urge to kiss his stomach. You pressed your lips together instead. 

“If you didn’t run off this would probably hurt less,” you said. “But the anesthetic might be wearing off already so… small pinch.” 

You pressed the syringe into his skin and pushed down on the plunger. He flinched once and that was it. 

“Just going to bandage you up,” you said, not waiting for a response. 

“Why’d you come here,” Joel asked as you taped the bandage over his damaged skin. You looked up at him, frowning. His eyes were on yours, deep and warm and chocolate brown. 

“You needed…” 

“Don’t give me that,” he cut you off. “You could have fuckin’ left it, told you enough times that I don’t want shit to do with you now so why are you really here? Not like FEDRA was gonna come and check and make sure I was on their ordered drugs so what is it?” 

“Do you really think I’d just let something happen to you?” You asked quietly. “You might not care if I live or die anymore but I care about you. I’m always going to care about you.” 

You didn’t wait for.a response. You looked back to his stomach and finished taping the bandage in place before taking the pills out and setting them on table before getting up and pulling your jacket back on.

“Instructions are on the bottles,” you said. “Take all the antibiotics, every last one, I don’t care if you’re feeling well and your cut is magically healed, still take them. Change out the bandages every 24 hours for the first few days, come by the clinic if there’s a lot of blood or discomfort. Pain medication as needed. I’m sure you’ll just sell whatever’s left…” 

You grabbed the now empty bag off the table and turned to go to the door but Joel’s hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back around. You frowned, looking at where he was touching you before looking back to him. 

“Joel…” 

“You really think I don’t care about you?” He asked, voice heated. “You really think I don’t give a shit? Hm?” 

You shrank back from him as much as you could while he held you in place, his grip on you tight. 

“Joel…” you said again but he cut you off. 

“You think I don’t care if you live or die?” It took you a moment to realize that he didn’t sound angry. He sounded… hurt? Offended? Both? “Jesus…” 

“You’re hurting me, Joel.” 

He scowled but dropped your wrist. 

“After everything I’ve done,” he snapped. “After everything we’ve been through, you think I don’t fuckin’ care?” 

“Why would I think you care?” You tried to sound mad but you just sounded hurt, your voice quivering. “All you’ve done for years now is tell me how I hurt you, how you wish you’d never met me, how you don’t want to see me again! Even when you’ve done something that you say is for me or because of me you act like your obligated to me in some way but you’re not and I wish you’d just leave me alone! I can’t keep doing this with you, I’m so tired of being your burden, Joel!” 

You tried to turn to go but his hands were on you again but on your shoulders this time, his fingers digging into your flesh there. His eyes searched yours for half a moment before he pulled you sharply to him, his hands flying from your shoulders to your face to tilt your head to just the right angle, gripping you tight and desperate, before his lips crashed into your own. 

It took you a second to fully understand what was happening but your body responded before your mind. It might have been years since you last kissed Joel but your lips knew his. They conformed to his like the familiar ground they were, giving to the hot press of him as he licked into your mouth. 

You moaned and wrapped your arms around his waist, forgetting, for a moment, that he was injured. He hissed in pain and you tried to pull back but his grip on you grew tighter, fingertips pressing into your skull. Your body curved against his and you were suddenly acutely aware that he was shirtless, that you could feel his skin on yours if you could just take your own shirt off, too. 

His hold on you eventually loosened and he pulled back from you, the brown of his iris almost entirely swallowed by his pupil now as he panted for breath. His thumbs traced the arch of your cheekbones. 

“I care,” he said, voice hungry and low. “I care more about you than about any other person left on this godforsaken planet…” 

“Joel…” you were breathless, heat and tension pooling at your core. 

“And I’m tired of tryin’ to stay away from you.” 

He pulled you back against him, gently that time. His lips were soft on yours, his tongue tracing the seam of you until you opened for him. You could properly taste him now, the mint of his toothpaste and the bitter tang of liquor and the familiar flavor of his skin. You drank it up, needing it like water. His hands left your face, sliding down your body to your waist. He pulled at your shirt, separating from you just enough to pull it up and over your head, taking a moment to look down at your body, an expression of almost reverence on his face as he panted for breath. 

Joel tugged you toward him again, his mouth quickly finding yours, as he unhooked your bra. He slid that off your body, too, and cradled you to him. 

You moaned into his mouth, you couldn’t help it, as your arms went around his neck. His skin was everywhere, so soft and so warm and just like you remembered. He felt so good against you, like home, and the ache of missing him flared to life inside your chest, sharp and cruel. 

Part of you knew you should put a stop to this now, before it went any further. He was only going to push you away again, just like he had after Boston. It was only going to hollow you out and leave you feeling more desperately alone than ever. 

But you couldn’t resist him. You’d missed him too much over the years, he was too much a part of you to ever dream of pushing him away. You needed this. You needed him. 

You let him guide you toward the couch, his fingers prying at the button of your jeans before pushing those and your underwear down your body, too. You stepped out of them and your shoes together before Joel gently lowered you, completely bared to him, to the rough, aging fabric of the couch. You watched as he stood over you, your eyes wide, as he opened his own pants, freeing his cock and swiping his thumb over his leaking tip before stroking himself in long, slow strokes. 

“Tell me you want this,” his voice trembled. “We can stop right now…” 

“I need you,” you cut him off with a needy whisper. “Please.” 

He didn’t need any more prompting. He shoved his pants and underwear down before he nudged your legs apart and settled between them. He gripped the root of his thick, heavy cock and trailed his tip over your leaking slit, moaning as he did. 

“Missed this wet little pussy,” he notched his head at your entrance before thrusting halfway inside you with a short, sharp stroke. You gasped at the stretch of him, your back arching and fingers scrambling at the tattered upholstery. “Fuck, still so fuckin’ tight. Gotta be fuckin’ dripping for me or I’d never get inside you…” 

He pulled back just a little, his thumb finding your clit and pressing into you there, working you in a slow circle. He thrust back into you, a little further this time. 

“You get this soft and hot and wet for anyone else?” He asked, a possessive edge to his voice as his eyes ranged over your naked body. “Or you save that just for me?” 

“Just for you,” you didn’t care that you sounded desperate and pathetic. You just needed him inside of you, filling you totally. “It’s all for you, I’ve always been all for you.” 

“You all mine, Baby?” He asked, pulling back and thrusting deeper. “This little pussy all mine?” 

“Yes,” you rocked your hips up against him but he pressed down on you, holding you in place and making you whimper. “Fuck, please…” 

“How about the rest of you?” He asked, his hand leaving your clit as he lowered himself onto you. His skin was on yours, the plush swell of his stomach against you, his chest tight to your own. His hand came up to brush your hair back and cradle the crown of your head, his thumb tracing over you there. His eyes searched yours and, for the first time in years, you saw the Joel you’d fallen in love with so long ago. The quiet strength of him, the gentle care, the fierce love, the raw and aching whole of him there with nothing holding him back. “Want all of you, want that so much more than your perfect fuckin’ pussy…” 

“Joel…” 

“Say you’re mine,” he thrust deeper and you keened at the feel of him inside you, so close to having all of him within you where you’d known he belonged from the first time you’d taken him into yourself. “Tell me I’m not gonna lose you.” 

“You’re not going to lose me,” you breathed. “I promise, you can’t lose me.” 

He pulled back a little and you whimpered at the loss. 

“Say you’ll let me protect you,” he thrust in, almost to the root this time, and held himself there. Your channel tightened around him. 

“Joel,” you were having a hard time remembering how to say anything but his name, that single word the most vital one you’d ever known. “Please…” 

“Tell me,” he ground himself against you, his skin on your clit, his cock pressing into your most sensitive places. “Let me take care of you, protect you. Say it.” 

“You can protect me,” your hands found their way to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin there. “You can take care of me, I promise…” 

“Let me love you,” he pulled back again but it was his words and not how he was moving inside you that made you gasp. “Say it. Tell me I can love you, that it’s safe to love you.” 

You reached up and gently traced his hairline before threading your fingers through his curls, your eyes on his. 

“I haven’t been the one stopping you from loving me,” you whispered. 

“I never stopped,” he rocked himself part way into you again before pulling back. “Always loved you, always. But I need it to be safe, I can’t love you without it destroyin’ me if it’s not. Please, baby. Tell me. Tell me I can love you.” 

“You can love me, Joel,” you said softly. “It’s safe. I’m safe.” 

He kissed you, his mouth claiming yours and he pressed all the way inside you then, making your back arch and legs go tight around his hips. You moaned against his lips as he held himself deep within you for a moment before pulling back again. 

It might have been years but your body knew Joel’s. You knew just how to take him and he knew just how to make you come, his hips grinding down into you when he was fully seated inside of your tight channel, making his cock tease your most tender places while his hips worked your clit. He fucked you deep and hard and greedy, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like he wanted to lay claim to all of you. 

The tight band of pleasure inside of you wound tighter and tighter until it snapped when he was pressed deep, your walls fluttering over him. He moaned against your lips and fucked you through it, never slowing, never letting up, making it so your orgasm never really subsided. It just rolled into building the next one until he pulled his desperate and needy mouth from yours. 

“Not gonna last, Baby,” he ground himself deeper, as if to make his point. “Where -” 

“Inside me,” you panted. “I need to feel you, please don’t leave, please, inside me, please…” 

He kissed you again, fucking you a little harder and faster, driving the band of pleasure tighter and higher until you felt him press deep and pulse inside you, triggering your next orgasm. 

You came with him, your pussy rippling over him as he throbbed, emptying himself into you. 

His body went slack for a moment before he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes returning to their normal color. They looked over your face for a moment before locking onto your own and you had a moment of fear that the walls would go up again. That the cold, disconnected Joel who had taken over since he’d come to the QZ would be back. But his eyes stayed soft and open and warm, his large palm still cradling the top of your head. 

“Tell me you meant all that,” you whispered even though you were afraid of what the answer was. 

“Oh, Baby.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead before trailing his nose over your own. “I meant every word. I promise.” 

You smiled, looking into Joel’s eyes and realizing that, even though you were still stuck inside the QZ, you were right where you belonged. 

[endataraxia]

sage forest mental institution.

chapter 2: live, and upon the rest rains death. word count: 2.3k also on AO3. here is the link.

Toby is barely even a man, having just left boyhood, with a kill count too large for even his master to keep track of.

In his hands, only just having shed his childhood’s fat, yet callused and worn from wielding weapons, he holds a syringe. Over his head looms his master, grumbling, pleased. He’s reached the point of obeying without question. The point of needing only a glance at his master and being able to discern his intentions. The point of retrieving the tranquilizer syringe, fingers brushing the pallid palm of his master’s hand, free hand simultaneously reaching for the button to call you. 

His dead expression lightens into one of an innocent boy’s, pulling his childhood exterior back up over his head. He doesn’t remember, not one bit, of who or what he was, and yet the muscles in his face pull his features back into place, back into the mold of his childhood body. 

His master vanishes as you enter the room, bright and sunny and full of the outside world’s essence. 

Calculated, the voice of a little boy leaves his lips. Words calculated, pauses, syllables, intonation, everything is calculated. His master desires, and so his master will have. 

The boy, the man, plunges the syringe in without a second thought, through the window between your hairs and your uniform, and pushes, liquid entering your bloodstream–oh, he can almost feel it flow through it himself.

And as he stands over your seemingly lifeless body, he almost desires you for himself. To grab you and run, away from his stupid colleagues, far beyond his master’s gaze, in the shadows. To have you for himself. 

You are beautiful.

“No, Toby, stupid Toby,” he scolds, hitting his own head with his fists, more of an echo of the past he can’t remember, the pain he can’t feel. But even he knows now is not the time to dilly-dally. 

He exhales forcefully. Rips the bandage off his cheek, restriction now gone. Unhinges his jaw, feels the skin and flesh tearing apart ever so slightly. Realizes how restricted the bandage does cause him to feel, and how he is now free.  

Air escapes from the thin gap between his lips, rhythmically. He chuckles, then laughs, for the first time in ages. He reaches down, still smiling, and slings your body over his shoulder. Nods once at the camera in the top corner of his room, and it blinks once in response. The door clicks unlocked, and he pushes it open to greet the new day of bloodshed.

“Took you long enough,” scoffs Tim, who takes note of the clear absence of a bandage on Toby’s cheek. “What, couldn’t just rip off the band-aid?”

“I don’t feel pain,” Toby mumbles. 

“Enough time wasted,” comes Brian’s voice from behind his frowny-faced mask. “Let’s go.” Tim snorts and places his own mask upon his face, the fit snug.

An elf bearing shocking resemblance to Link from The Legend of Zelda pops out from the camera in the hallway, dumping Toby’s things onto the ground. “Go time, go time,” snickers the elf. “Special delivery for one Tobias Rogers.”

Toby growls lowly at the mention of his full name and swipes at the elf, but the latter is quick enough to disappear back into the camera. Begrudgingly, he transfers your body to Brian’s shoulder, and speedily changes into his gear.

Mouthguard on, goggles on, hatchets in hand.

Brian returns your body to him, and strangely he feels relieved. “Go time. Master needs some extra food this time, so…”

Slaughter, massacre, and blood everywhere. 

Souls rise from the corpses,  into the monster’s gaping maw.

--

“Wakey wakey, sunshine!” Chirps a cheerful voice.

You wonder who said that. Did you fall asleep at work? 

No.

Thud. You remember now.

Your head hurts. “Ow,” you mutter as you crack your eyes open for the buzzing fluorescent lights to penetrate your retinas.

Except they don’t. The room is dim. Curtains. A dark ceiling, and a simple door to your southeast. 

And orange goggles, familiar brown eyes peeking through. And on the figure’s mouth…is that their teeth peeking through from the side of their cheek?

You scream and jerk upwards into a sitting position, immediately noting the softness of the surface you’re on and the restriction of your legs’ movements by a blanket. A bed? Why are you in an unknown room in a bed? 

“Woah, hey, hey, calm down, we’re not here to hurt you!” The same voice yelps, hands out in front of them, a poor attempt to calm you down. Toby. The same voice that asked you stupid questions and made stupid requests.

“Toby!” You exclaim. Then the gravity of the situation hits you. “What on God’s green earth–did you fucking kidnap me, Toby?”

Toby “erms” and “uh”s.

“Answer me, Toby,” your voice trembles, somewhere in between a seething rage and a beg for answers.

“I’ll, um. Uh! Haha.” He scratches his head. “I’ll let Brian answer!”

Brian is in on it too. How fucking wonderful. Absolutely marvelous, in fact. 

“BRIAN!” Hollers Toby, which startles you. No response from the former. 

Then, footsteps. Heavy. Up something creaky, perhaps stairs.

Now clothed in a bright yellow hoodie, Brian peeks in through the gap in the door. His eyes flit to Toby, then to you. “You’re awake.”

“Fucking astute, Brian,” you spit. “Why, I should sock you all in the face right about now.” Your wrists register the clear absence of ropes, or some form of binding. “But seeing as I’m not restrained right now, I’ll give you five seconds to explain what the FUCK went on in your heads. Now.”

Toby flails around, perhaps in a panic to answer within a literal five-second timespan. Brian holds a hand up to him, then opens the door. “Please, feel free.”

Your heart falls off the Grand Canyon into your stomach. “What.”

He opens the door, wider than before, with an ear-piercing creak. “Feel free, Y/N. I believe this will give you some clarity.”

This has absolutely got to be a joke, but you bolt anyways. The sheer strength in your legs startle you as they propel you off the bed, past Toby and Brian, down the stairs, down the hall, and you don’t know where you’re going. By some miracle, you make it to the front door without any sense of the house’s layout—where did they get the money for actual real estate property?--and heave it open, revealing…

Nothing. A grand sum of nothing but tall, skinny trees and grass. A forest.

I can’t afford to lose any more time. Maybe these lunatics will change their mind.

So you run, and you run and you run, lungs screaming for air, your muscles screeching for oxygen, burning from lactic acid. Past the trees, all a blur, past whatever the fuck is in this damned forest. 

You have to get back to civilization.

You almost sob in relief as you approach a large cabin after god-knows-how-long of running, so you get up on the porch and bang on the door. “Help!” You cry. “Help! I need help, please, help me!”

The door opens with a scarily familiar creak. Tim. 

“Tim?” Your eyebrows raise on their own. “Tim, what are you–”

You don’t finish your question. Toby’s head peeks over the man’s shoulder.

Fuck, I definitely ran in a circle.

You barely have any strength, but you do an exact 180-degree turn and sprint. 

And you see the same cabin. The same wood, the same shitty architecture of the building, but the back of it. 

What the fuck.

A 90-degree turn it is.

Barely a minute passes until you run onto the same porch again. 

Your lungs heave. Your legs are on fire. And so are your eyes, and your cheeks warm with a familiar salty liquid. Collapsing onto the dusty wooden flooring, you let yourself break down. What’s happening? Why is this happening?

Through the cloudiness of your tears, you make out a pair of black shoes. Leather, and polished to a shine. 

You lunge backwards as best as your burning legs will propel you in a kneeling position, and your head snaps up to meet their face.

They have no face. HE has no face. 

White, ghastly skin, with indents and bumps for facial features. As you open your mouth to scream, though your vocal cords may not allow you to, hands grab ahold of your skull. You don’t recognize the scream you hear, but your throat hurts, and you conclude that it must be your own. 

But oh, the emotions you’re feeling. Is this love? Care, compassion. For whom?

For my servants. The words, weighed by gravitas, force their way into your head. 

Servants?

Treat them.

Abhorrence. An abhorrence so powerful you feel your hand fly to your mouth, and warm liquids flowing through the gaps in your fingers, down the gap between your palm and your chin. Are you throwing up? But oh, why did you ever try to run away? Why would you ever leave your patients? 

Work is stressful. The pay is shit. The world is insufferable, the doctors at work even more so. How the world had hurt you. How deep the scars it left are. Your parents, they were good for nothing. Your memories fly through your head, comically akin to a video tape. Nothing you see is good. All of it, horrific. 

The buzzing in your head that you never notice finally lifts. And you hear a foreign sobbing, coming right out of your vomit-stained mouth. 

The last thing you remember through your blurry vision is clinging onto a man’s neck, one who smells suspiciously like Tim, a flash of yellow, and the chattering of someone else’s voice, choppy words that you barely-register.

--

The same figure appears in your fevered dreams. You squirm and you writhe, cold sweat dripping down your temples and cheeks, but you’re unsure if that’s within the dream or with your real body. But the lines between waking and sleeping blur, and you wonder if this is the sleep paralysis that some patients mention, and for a brief moment you irrationally wonder if you’re becoming criminally insane too. 

Static numbs and blurs your thoughts, engulfing them with foreign obsessions and compulsions. They’re unclear at first, but your brain seems to still be somewhat functioning as it deciphers the strange intrusive thoughts for you.  

They are ill. They are in need of treatment. Only you can provide that.

“I don’t want to.”

Your throat burns, and you spring up, darting to something, anything, and hurl. When you come to, you’re stooped over the porcelain of a toilet bowl. 

Something looms behind you.

--

Since then, every time you have tried to rebel against these strange compulsions that came to you every five minutes, you’ve either thrown up, passed out, or found yourself before the toilet bowl, dry heaving. 

You’ve taken the last remaining room in the shithole of a house. “It’s never been there before,” Toby had pointed out. Strange. Then he added, “You can have it.” As you peeked into the room, you found that it bore a horrifying resemblance of your old, childhood room.

And now, you stare down the horrifying face of a pale, nearly white-skinned man with long hair dark as ebony, unnerving, unblinking eyes, and a smile carved into his face. 

He stares you down, too. Raises a hand, and, as if prevented from hitting you by some invisible force, recoils, and crumples to the ground.

That same compulsion takes over your skull. Without thinking, the words fall from your mouth. “Hey, are you okay?” Your hand appears before you, outstretched to the man.

He swats it away forcefully, jet black irises glaring back at you. You stare into the abyss, and it stares back at you. You’re nearly lost in there, till he gets up shakily and mutters a weak “Fuck off,” then trudges away.

He’s a weird guy, but something tells you that you’ll see more of him later on.

Just as he disappears from your sight, your stomach rumbles at an embarrassing volume. Shit. Have you even eaten in the past 24 hours, not including the time you spent passed out?

Wandering around an unfamiliar house isn’t one of your usual pastimes, but when necessary, apparently it is. You scour the rooms for something remotely akin to a pantry, until you come across a kitchen with a refrigerator. Oh, how many things it must hold, the treasure chest of solutions to your problems.

You open its door, and– nothing. Nothing in the cooling section. 

Sighing, you close the door and open the freezer section, and you’re met with a ton of red meat. Beef, perhaps? Just as you lean in to take a closer look, the door slams close.

You whip around, and your eyes are met with black.

No, not black, exactly, but black cotton in the shape of a hoodie. A very, very large hoodie. Your eyes trail upwards, and the cavity they meet reminds you of the eyes of the strange, pale man from before. Except this time, they leak a strange dark liquid over a dark gray surface. Skin. The monster’s (?) features are inhuman, with sharp shark-like teeth bared at you, darker gray lips drawn back to reveal a snarl. 

“You shouldn’t be snooping around in there,” rumbles a deep voice, deeper than that of the strange faceless man’s. The figure towers over you, eyes or lack thereof staring into your soul. You wonder what kind of expression you might be making right about now, but it seems that it’s exactly what causes the figure to draw back. 

“Sorry,” it mutters. “Just don’t do it again.”

In a daze, you walk away to the sound of human organs being devoured– that’s what you realize they are, in hindsight, in the fog of your dissociation.

He’s probably not human. They’re all murderers. HE is not human, and you’re in danger.

[mrsstarkey1]

mastermind - drew starkey

SUMMARY: requested by @willowpains - could I request a drew blurb with cast mate reader based on the Taylor song mastermind?

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

WARNINGS: none

“Alright, I’m here,” you spoke into your phone quietly, shifting through the crowd of guests to get to the restroom.

“You’re sure he’ll be there?” Madeline asked you, no doubt biting her nails in anticipation to see how your plan played out.

“Absolutely,” you said with a small smirk. You let the bathroom door close before bending down to check for any other people in the restroom. You let yourself breathe when you found no occupants of the stalls.

“Where are you right now?” Madeline asked.

“In the bathroom,” you said, walking over to the mirror, giving yourself an in-depth look. You put the phone on speaker, setting it on the countertop by the sink.

“You can’t hide in the bathroom the whole time,” Madeline said.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m just making sure I look good. I can’t run into him as soon as he gets here anyways. Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” you reminded her with a small proud smile.

Madeline chuckled, “you’re right, sorry, I always forget that you’re practically a criminal mastermind. I mean seriously, how do you come up with this stuff?”

The bathroom door swung open, two ladies walking in. You gave them a friendly smile, and picked up your phone, “gotta go Mads, I’ll keep you updated.”

You adjusted the fabric of your dress one last time, mentally thanking yourself for picking the red one. Once satisfied with your appearance, you slipped your phone into your purse, and exited the bathroom.

Your eyes scanned the large room, almost immediately finding who you were looking for. Drew was dressed in a dark blue suit, that you were almost positive he’d taken from Rafe’s wardrobe. His skin was tan, much like yours, as you were just filming in the scorching sun not three days ago. You kept your eyes on him as he spoke to the guy next to him, moving cautiously closer to him while he was distracted.

You placed yourself between two people at the bar, about 4 people away from where Drew was standing.

“Vodka lemonade please,” you asked the bartender with a smile.

As soon as Drew looked to his right, he undoubtedly would see you as you innocently sipped your drink. All you had to do was wait, and make meaningless small talk with the stranger beside you.

No more than five minutes later, you felt a hand on the fabric covered part of your shoulder. “y/n?” you heard a familiar voice behind you. Your lips twitched into a smirk, and strategically changed into a shocked smile when you turned to face him. “What are you doing here?” Drew asked you, eyes trailing down your body unwillingly. He’d never seen you in a dress, so he couldn’t help himself. Exactly as you intended.

“Oh I know Melonie and she invited me last minute,” you waved off. You didn’t know Melonie. “What about you?”

“My buddy Brian invited me and I didn’t really have much else to do,” he said with a shrug. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he added with a wide smile, one that you hadn’t seen when he was speaking to his buddy Brian.

You smiled back at him, “I know, such a small world. We haven’t really seen each other much outside of set, have we?” you said as if it was the first time you’d had the thought.

Drew thought for a moment, “no we really haven’t.” A small smile played at his lips when he thought over his next words. “Seems like the universe has given us a chance to change that, eh?”

Your face flushed red and you let yourself smile, “I guess it has.”

You spoke at the bar for the better half of the night, only reminded that there were other people around you when the man playing the music had announced the last slow dance.

Your eyes met Drew’s as the music began to play, a question twinkling in Drew’s eyes. He took a couple steps toward the open area where couples had made their way to. You glanced down at his hand that was held out to you, waiting to be accepted, “shall we?”

You placed your hand in his, and God, if only you could put the feeling you got into words. If the red tint on Drew’s face and the smile on his lips was any indication, he felt it too.

You let Drew guide you to the dance floor, giddy smiles on both of your faces. Drew’s hands rested on your hips, and you placed yours around his neck comfortably. “You look gorgeous, y/n,” Drew spoke softly, eyes fixed on yours, “I should have said that earlier,” he added.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Drew,” you returned the compliment, an ear-to-ear smile on your face.

You leaned in to rest the side of your head on his shoulder, swaying to the song you’d requested at the beginning of the night.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“You’re positive you want to meet my parents?” you asked Drew, giving him one final chance to opt out.

Drew gave you a look from the driver's seat, “well we’ve already driven 3 hours, so it might be a little late to change my mind,” he said with a grin, keeping his eyes on you for a moment. “Of course I want to meet them,” he added more seriously. “We’ve been dating for 6 months, it’s time I met the people who raised my favorite person in the world," he said sweetly, reaching over and placing his hand on your thigh comfortingly.

You let yourself relax, feeling slightly less nervous now. It was still terrifying though, Drew meeting your parents. They could be... difficult at times.

You made it to your hotel a little less than an hour before you had to be at dinner. You freshened up in the bathroom while Drew sat on the bed watching the TV.

“Almost ready, baby? We should get going,” Drew called out, standing up to get his shoes on.

You came out of the bathroom with a sigh, “I guess.”

Drew moved to you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you in for a hug. “It’s going to be fine y/n. They’re gonna love me. I mean, what’s not to love about me?” he said into your hair.

You chuckled, shaking your head into his shoulder. “Nothing, you’re perfect. My parents are just protective, you know?”

Drew ran his hand up and down your back soothingly, “I get it. But I’ll work my charm on them and it’ll all work out,” he said confidently.

You chose to believe him, and you mustered up the courage to leave the hotel room, hand in hand with Drew.

You made it to the restaurant a couple minutes before the designated time, but you could already see your parents sitting at a table. “Oh God, they’re here,” you muttered into Drew’s shoulder, taking in a deep breath.

Drew’s arm tightened around your waist, “It’s gonna be fine, alright?” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head.

You made your way over to the table, hand tightly wrapped around Drew’s. Your moms face lit up when she saw you, and she stood up to greet you immediately. You hesitatingly dropped Drew’s hand, letting your mom pull you in for a short hug, then your dad. You watched as your parents shifted over to Drew, silently praying that they behaved themselves.

“You must be Drew,” you father said, holding out his hand for a firm handshake.

Drew nodded his head curtly, a smile plastered on his face, “Mr. y/l/n,” he turned to your mom, “Mrs. y/l/n, it’s lovely to finally meet you both.”

You watched your parents exchange a look, and then smiles appear on both of their faces. Your mom pulled Drew in for a hug, and your mouth nearly dropped to the floor.

You composed yourself when Drew and your parents sat down at the table with you. “I’m so glad you two could finally come to see us,” your mom said, reaching across the table to grab your hand.

You were shocked, to say the least to witness this behavior from your parents. They were being genuinely nice. Maybe it was because it had been so long since you’d seen them?

You came out of your trance and smiled sweetly at your mom, “sorry it took so long.”

You all ordered your food, and fell into a comfortable conversation.

“So you guys had worked together for a while before you started dating, what changed?” your mom asked the two of you.

Your lips twitched into a smile as you remembered the night that changed your friendship with Drew into something much more.

You let Drew tell your parents the story while you reminisced about your greatest achievement; your most elaborate master plan.

"...it really was fate that y/n was there that night," Drew finished the story with a twinkle in his eyes.

Your mom grinned, looking between the two of you, “what a lovely story,” she said truthfully. “You’re sure it was fate? She’s always been a tricky one, that y/n,” she added, and you gave her a warning look. “Always gets what she wants,” she said with a small smirk, taking a bite of her steak.

Drew chuckled, locking eyes with you and raising his eyebrows.

“Come on Mom, don’t make me seem crazy,” you joked with a dismissive wave of your hand, “speaking of crazy, how’s aunt Jen?”

The rest of the dinner went much better than you could have ever expected. By the time your father had paid the bill, you felt like Drew and your parents got along even better than you got along with him. You'd take that over them not getting along any day.

You hugged your mom and dad goodbye, "it was great to see you guys."

"You too, sweetie," your mom said with a smile, turning to Drew. "It was great getting to know you, Drew. I sure am glad that fate brought you and my daughter together," she said, looking back at you and offering a not-so-sly wink.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Drew asked you, once you’d made it to your hotel for the night.

You shook your head admittedly, taking your earrings out and placing them on the dresser, “they were like completely different people, Drew, I swear. They are never that welcoming to my boyfriends.”

Drew laid down on the bed with a sigh, a proud smile on his lips, “I’m not just any boyfriend, y/n.” He held out his arms for you to join him on the bed. You complied, rolling over his body onto the space beside him, lying halfway on his body.

You wrapped your arm around his middle, resting your head on his chest. You lied there for awhile, becoming nearly relaxed enough to fall asleep as Drew rubbed your back.

“Hey Drew,” you said, unable to stop yourself.

“Hm?”

“Remember my mom said at dinner, about the night we became more than friends?” you asked him, tilting your head up slightly to look at him.

“Mhm, I remember. Why do you ask?” he asked you.

“She was right,” you said softly, meeting his eyes, hesitantly awaiting a reaction.

Drew’s expression changed into a wide smirk, eyes twinkling with a familiar look of admiration, “I know,” he whispered.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what?” you breathed out, eyes scanning his face to see if he was telling the truth.

“I knew the whole time, baby,” he said, a satisfied smile plastered on his face, pulling you back down to lay on his chest. “It’s why I love you, my little mastermind,” he whispered into your hair.

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angsty hcs?

I hope that breaking up headcannons are angsty enough! The ask wasn’t super specific and I had a hard time coming up with stuff so this’ll have to do.

CREEPS BREAKING UP HEADCANNONS

JEFF THE KILLER

He looked at you like you were absolutely stupid when you said those words

“I want to break up.”

You want to what?

No.

He laughs in your face.

No. Absolutely not.

He’s not letting you go now that you’re his! Now that he’s gotten what he wanted.

Jeff would lock you away. Telling you to think about your decision more thoroughly, just so you can make a good final choice. Making sure to emphasize the word final.

Regardless of what you chose, you’d still be staying with him. He wouldn’t change how he acted at all either. You’re his whether you liked it or not.

EYELESS JACK

He just stood there silently

Huh? He thought things were going well between you two…

He gave you anything you could possibly want, why would you want to leave him?

It hurt his feelings to know you didn’t want him after all he’s done for you

He protected you against all the creeps and their… Creepy… Advances.

If he figured out it was because you liked someone else, he’d bring you their heart on a platter. If you wanted it so bad, there it is.

TIM/MASKY:

Another to laugh.

He thought you were joking!

“Tim I’m serious… I don’t want this anymore…”

Only when you said that did his smile drop.

You can’t leave him like everyone else did…

He wouldn’t be able to see straight. He’d fall into an episode, dragging you up to his room and locking you there. He needs you. You’re the last person left.

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Another creep who stands in silence. You feel his eyes burn holes into you.

He’ll give you a kiss on the forehead, lifting his mask up only half way to do so before opening the front door for you

You’re surprised he let you go so easily after all the work he put into keeping you here

You hesitantly walk out the door, sprinting when you get outside

He lets you go, only for a little while. He’ll let you get just to the edge of the forest before he drags you right back.

It’s downright terrifying how quickly and quietly he can get to you. You’d never get away. You only got that far because he let you.

“TICCI” TOBY:

He’d either break down and cry or lose his goddamn mind

If it’s the first option then he’s 100% on his knees, grabbing desperately to your pants and begging you to stay.

“Please! P-Please… I need you Y/N! I c-can’t live without you!”

If it’s the second option… Uh oh…

He’s chasing you around the house, hatchet in hand, screaming about how you could even think about leaving him.

“You’ll never leave me!! N-never! You’re mine Y/N!! MINE!”

[hyukasmiles]

soft dom!soobin overstimming sub!reader with a vibe while whispering praises into her ear ahhh

—Soobin—

Description: Listen! Soobin calls his partner bunny as an inside joke you cannot change my mind. Also‼️ i’ve gotten a lot of asks in all at once (tysm my loves) and i’m tryna write them all so please give me a little grace 🫶

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW// overstim// use of a sex toy// pet names (bunny, sweet thing, pretty)// NOT PROOF READ

—

“You’re doing so good, bunny.” Soobin laughs, pressing the rose shaped vibrator into your clit. “Why ‘ya crying?”

“It’s…” You draw out the s as your sentence falls off. Your body doesn’t know what to do and your brain is no help as your hips jump away from the vibration at the same time you try to push closer to Soobin.

You try to squeeze your thighs together, desperate for something you hope it will solve but Soobin doesn’t let you, pinning one of your legs down with his knee. “It’s what sweet thing?” He laughs, slowly moving the device in little circles.

Soobin starts talking again but you can’t hear him over the ringing starting in your ears as he pushes you farther and farther. Your eyes roll back, your legs shake, your thoughts slip out of your brian, everything is just too much. “… so stupid.” He coos, kissing you on the corner of your mouth. “Bet you’re feeling so good, huh, bunny? You’re gonna cum right?” You try to grab at him but he jerks away from your hands each time, laughing a little as he does so. You smile when you do catch him by the collar of his shirt dragging him down to be level with you. You whine and roll your hips into the device, wanting him as close as possible.

“You’re ok, pretty.” Soobin smooshes it even more into your clit, the vibrations marking your whole body shake as you finally cum against him. He leaves it on as you ride out your orgasm and then past it, looking at you with one eyebrow raised.

You try to whine out for him to stop but you’re cut off by yourself crying out for him to keep going. “Soo…” You can hear the fabric of Soobin’s shirt stretching as you pull him towards you. He’s far too close to making you cum again far too quickly, your legs fighting against his knees as you try to close your legs again. “Oh-!”

Soobin smiles as you cum again, taking away the vibrator and laughing as you sigh in relief. “Tired?” He presses kisses against your neck, cradling you in your arms. And when you nod he smiles again, seemingly done for the night.

You’re finally calming down when Soobin sits back up, grinning and pushing your unpinned knee into the mattress before turning the vibrator back on.

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Inbox always open ❤️

[nana-71926]

Author's Notes: Aaand here's the next chapter. Brian is a riddle that Roger is determined to get to the bottom of. Enjoy! XD

Excerpt:

May 1865

“It’s getting late,” Roger said, slowly rising from his seat, “and I am keeping you from your rest. I hope you have been sleeping well lately, my friend?”

He was pleased to see color flood Brian’s wan cheeks. “Very well, thank you,” Brian replied, reluctantly leading the way through the narrow passageway to the door. “I’ve been having good dreams lately.”

Roger smiled as Brian looked away, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “That is good. You ought to rest as much as you can to get your strength back.”

Brian’s answering smile gave way to a look of consternation as he opened the front door. “Oh,” he said at the thick, swirling fog. “Oh, no.”

“No matter,” said Roger bracingly. “It’s just a slight mist which will lift in no time. I can find my way home.”

“It’s as thick as pea soup,” Brian protested, dismayed. “You can’t go out there. There might be wolves, or…or something worse.”

Roger would have laughed at the thought of something worse than he, lurking in the dark.

“Stay,” pressed Brian, the urgency of the situation lending him some eloquence. “Stay the night. Here. With me.”

“Are you sure?” Roger queried, brow furrowed. “I do not want to be a bother—”

“You are no bother,” said Brian quickly, growing bolder under Roger’s gaze. “Stay with me.”

Roger gave him his small, sharp smile and said graciously, “Alright. If you insist.”

Buy the Muse some ko-fi to show her some love (and to make her write faster!) ^_~

[dreamingkatie]

Shrove Tuesday

Brian tosses his bag on the floor and lies back on the bed. Our flight into New Orleans was an easy, quick one, and the rental car process was blissfully smooth, as was check-in. It’s not hot yet, but the air is heavy and the pollen leaves a sickly yellow dust on the surface of the pool, the chairs, the pavement. 

“I’m gonna take a little rest while you put away clothes,” he says. He closes his eyes. 

“Brian?” 

“Hm?”

“You said that you’d let me come today,” I whisper.

“Baby, I’m exhausted,” he sighs. “Can you please get us unpacked?”

I nod and unzip his bag. I hang his clothes and hang my dresses and hear his breathing deepen. I take out the fash wash and the razor, moving in and out of the bathroom quietly. When I’m finished I sit on the balcony, look out on the courtyard, and read the McCarthy novel I’ve read three times before. Laughter and shouting drifts over and up from the Garden District. I squeeze my legs together. 

“Kate,” he says. 

I stick my head back into the suite. I smile. Brian unbuckles his belt and motions me in. I smile, searching his face. My hands are sweaty. I shut the door with a click, feeling strangely, unaccountably shy. I climb onto the tall bed and stretch out against him. 

He pushes my head down.

“But –”

“Kate, c’mon,” he says, his fingers sliding into my hair. 

“It’s Fat Tuesday. Brian, you said…”

“Please stop talking,” he says. His voice has an edge and I stop talking. I pull his cock out from his pants. I try to look up but he tightens his fist against my scalp. 

“Go on, sweetheart,” he says. “Good. Just a little deeper – good. Stay right there and let me talk to you.”

“Uuugh.”

“I know. Are you paying attention, Kate? I was thinking on the plane, and then I was thinking again while I was lying here and, honey – here, take a breath – I can’t let you come.”

I sob. His cock throbs in my throat.

“It’s so hard, isn’t it? But I feel like God is calling me, calling us, to start Lent right now. What does that mean, Kate?”

He pulls me off him. I swallow.

“Sacrifice,” I sputter.

“Yes,” he says, pushing back into my mouth. “And denial. Little faster now, Kate. Self examination. What else, baby?”

“Mmm.”

“Repentance, right?” He groans. “Discipline. You know what sex is for. You know how we have to do this.”

I feel like I’m drowning.

“So we’ll stay the course, ok? You aren’t supposed to come, and it’s just selfish. Selfish for you and it’s irresponsible of me. Oh – Kate, I’m going to come soon.”

Brian loosens his grip and I carefully wipe my mouth and move away from him. I lie on my back and close my eyes and he pulls up my dress and pushes my panties to the side. He is careful, pushing his cock in slowly, making certain not to touch me, holding my legs wide. I could be so close, so close in just a minute…. But he knows that, too, and he’s quicker and smarter and he knows better anyway. When he comes and I feel him soften and go slack against me I want to cry. I want to grind against him. 

His breath is hot against my neck and his weight is crushing. “I know how hard it is.”

“You don’t,” I whisper.

He sighs and pulls up his pants. He pulls out his belt. 

“No, I guess I don’t. Turn over, Kate, feet on the floor. No, keep your panties down. I think this is going to be an especially hard lesson.”

The blows begin, the shadows grow long, the revelers get louder and I lie still and let him remind me.

[denaliwrites]

Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Alec partake in the annual Broadchurch Pumpkin Carving Contest, but things go rather sideways.

Soundtrack: Pumpkin Cowboy by Brian David Gilbert

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Alec is not a basic white girl.

You had thought that convincing the Broadchurch DI to enter the annual Pumpkin Carving Contest would be fun, help him integrate into the community better, and meet people in a context that did not involve crime.

You had been wrong.

Sure, the actual contest had gone swimmingly up to a point. You didn't win, but it was fun. Until it wasn't.

First, one of the local pub owners had gotten too drunk and caused a scene. Then, one of the village kids had gone missing (he was found an hour later eating a candy apple as if nothing had happened). Then, someone had injured themselves with the carving tools (how? you were unsure).

Overall, it was just hard to really focus on the activity at hand.

Also, your pumpkins sucked.

You blamed the multiple distractions.

You did get a consolation prize of a free drink ticket, which you used for a pint of Guinness, so at least there was that.

"I'm sorry," Alec said as you walked home. "I know you really wanted me to be normal today."

You sighed. "It's not your fault." He had his arm around your shoulder, making it easy to lightly bump against him as you walked. "I know it's hard for you to shut work off... especially when it just keeps coming at you like that."

"It really did," he groused, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. "Just one thing after another, all day."

The two of you walked in silence for a stretch after that, until Alec brought you to a halt outside a coffee shop. "Would you like something?" he asked, tossing his head towards the cafe. "Something to make up for today."

"You don't have to do that," you said, smiling. "But, sure. Large pumpkin spice latte, please."

"Y'ken," he said as he parted from you, "I've never had a pumpkin spice latte."

He did not give you the opportunity to respond. He was gone in an instant, stepping inside to order your drinks. You waited outside for him to come back, your stunned expression never leaving you.

He eventually returned, handing you your drink. It took him a minute to notice your shocked look.

"What is it?" he asked, and you could tell he was totally oblivious.

"You've never had a pumpkin spice latte?" you finally asked.

"... No," he answered unsurely, blinking. "Should I've?"

"Well... I mean... probably? Maybe? It's just that, like, everyone's had at least one by now."

"Except me."

"See, that's where you're wrong, because I have a pumpkin spice latte right here, and you're going to try it." You plucked his coffee out of his hand, replacing it with your latte.

He stared dumbfounded at it for a moment.

"You're supposed to drink it," you said in amusement, watching him. "It won't bite, Alec."

Hesitantly, he took a sip. The expression he made afterward was not entirely pleased, but it wasn't completely disgusted. In terms of Alec's reactions, that wasn't a terrible sign.

He handed the latte back to you and took his own coffee back in one swift move, then took a palette-cleansing sip of his drink. "I never want to taste that again," he said, motioning to your latte.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad!"

"Is this because we lost the pumpkin carving contest? Are you punishing me?" he asked jokingly, turning to look at you. "I did say I was sorry."

"It's not that!" you whined, shoving at his shoulder playfully. You were met with a chuckle. "Do you really not like it?"

"It's... fine," he answered honestly. "I'm not gonna go orderin' it but it's not the worst thing I've ever had, either."

Well, for Alec, that was a win.

"I'll get you," you said jovially with a smirk. "One of these days, you'll like pumpkin spice."

What he couldn't bear to tell you, was that he'd hated it. Could not stand the taste of it. And the idea of having to ever have that terrible flavor anywhere near his mouth ever again terrified him.

But, the idea of "converting" him made you happy, so he played along, hoping for his own sake that he did end up liking the stuff through sheer force of will.

And, he still felt bad about the pumpkin carving contest. While you were still asleep in the early hours of the morning, he snuck out of bed and ran to the shops, picking up two pumpkins and a carving kit for the two of you to enjoy alone at home.

When you woke up and saw his gift, not only were you pleased as punch, but you insisted on carving them right away.

The previous day had had some bad spots, but that day was perfect.

[lemondoddle]

get you a man who will be your (emotional) support bra- spiritual successor to this post!

[I.D. four images of a pencil comic featuring jay and tim from marble hornets. the comic starts with jay hunched over and angrily editing while tim lays on the bed in the background staring at him. he asks "you doin' okay?" an agitated jay replies "is there even a point to that question anymore?" tim makes a very unamused face and responds "ok you're pissy, got it. but this is different than usual, what gives?" jay curls his arms in on himself and looks to the side saying "nothing it- it's stupid." tim, now sitting up, prods "jay..." jay covers his face with his hands and exclaims "UGH well thanks to you i haven't been binding and i can feel my chest too much and its'-UGH!" tim begins to get off the bed with a concerned look. he approaches jay and rests a hand on his shoulder with a solemn look, saying "I- that sucks, man." jay is still looking away, one hand to his face. he then glances to tim asking "yeah, don't suppose you know anything that might help?" tim makes a blank face as he has a sudden recollection and then answers "i.. might have an idea.." while blushing and looking to the side. jay turns to him and asks "oh yeah?" tim brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck and nervously answers "yeah just- don't freak out?" he then looks to the side and says "turn back around" through this jay looks at tim confusedly but complies. tim pulls up a chair behind jay, who's still hunched on a stool. tim positions himself behind jay and begins to reach around as jay lets out a quiet "uh..." tim then wraps his arms around jay, right under his chest. jay sits up with a shocked expression and thinks a very large "UH." while jay keeps a shocked and heavily blushing expression, tim rests his chin on jay's shoulder, looking down with a slightly embarrassed expression and saying "uh-yeah. i found this helped me a lot before my surgery. i can stop though." jay looks to the side with a wobbly smile and replies "no it-its fine. it's a good distraction. but uh, since you're here, mind helping me crack these codes?" they stay like that and idly chat for a panel when it comes back to tim looking over jay's shoulder and saying "... i'm sorry you were feeling shitty but i'm glad you're taking better care of yourself." this flips to jay's side where he smiles and says "... me too. thanks for looking out for me." they continue on, a panel zooming out to view them from a window, part of a hooded figure on the side leaning on the wall and seemingly humming pleasantly. back to tim who says "hmm, could be-" when a sleepy jay lolls his head into frame. tim turns to look at him and with a sweet smile says "let's call it quits for now, huh?" jay tiredly responds "mn, ok." end I.D.]

+ a bonus of when tim would deal with it:

[I.D. a simple two panel comic with panel one showing brian sitting on a couch eating popcorn as tim stands behind the couch sadly leaning his head on brian and groaning "briannn.." brian asks "need a lift?" tim answers "few minutes please" and brian responds "on it boss". the second panel shows tim having joined brian on the couch, brian wrapping his arms under tim's chest. tim now holds the popcorn bowl and chews while holding up a piece for brian. end I.D.]

[thissugarcane]

Don't know why, if I'm gonna write Brian's pov, that this is where I went. not even sure if this is going to be more than a few lines, but brian, post-prom.

~

it's four in the morning.

...it's four in the morning a lot in Brian's world.

Right now, it's four in the morning and he's waiting for... news.

Michael sits beside him, worried and anxious, touching his hair, his neck, avoiding the scarf around his-- Brian would be furious at the care if he were anything but dead inside, feeling weight crush, oh, everything.

He thinks to himself, if he survives, I promise I'll stay away from him. He prays, please, if he's just okay. I'll never see him again.

Time flows strangely in the hospital. It's four in the morning. Somehow it becomes lunchtime, Michael thrusting a dry, horrid sandwich in his hands. Brian eats it mechanically, because fighting is too much work. He sleeps upright for a while, trapped in vague nightmares, the sound of wood on--

He wakes, silently, drinks the bottles of water Michael forces on him, stares down the hallway. Paces one end to the other. Goes outside for more cigarettes than is healthy. Distantly, Brian knows he should go home, shower, sleep. Get better.

"Is there anything..."

Michael. Good old Michael. Brian's voice is raspy. "Go buy me some more cigarettes, and for fuck's sake, quit worrying."

Won't happen. Brian has to try.

At some point, Daphne comes to find him in his endless hallways in this endless wait, and Brian's emotions perk up, then plummet; news, then. There's tear-tracks on her face, salt on her cheeks, but she's smiling. "He opened his eyes," she confirmed. "They... they won't know too much more for a while yet, maybe hours, but he--"

She keeps talking, not that Brian hears it. The crushing weight is gone from his lungs, a strange grief takes its place. That's that, then. And he promised.

He walks out of the hospital without a word, abandoning Michael to explain-- nothing at all.

~

Brian goes home, showers, sleeps for fourteen hours, and convinces Michael he should go to Portland. He powers through another week of Novotny worry with xanax and a lifetime of lying about nothing being wrong. Michael gets on a plane, and then it becomes four am all too often.

No one else notices.

Brian spends four am staring through the window at Justin's sleeping face; makes nice with the night nurse so they'll break confidentiality regulations for him. Either something in his face or Justin's file means the nice one is willing to share what she knows; Brian never asks if Justin actually put something down that he gets whatever information he wants. The kid is eighteen now, so his parents don't get their say, not first anyway.

The nurse tells him, without being asked, that he's on the list of approved visitors; one that gets longer and longer the longer Justin's in the hospital. Steadily improving.

Brian never goes in, never talks to Justin.

~

He knows prayers are bullshit.

He knows god is bullshit.

But Brian can't help but be superstitious. And besides. he doesn't break promises. not ones to justin.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XI

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

More than desire

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, p in v, dirty talk, orgasm delay, talk of punishment, etc.

“That must be your dad?” Bradley asks on the way down the escalator as he sees the ‘Rowan & Bradley’ sign being held up. As if he doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb with his red hair.

“Yep, that’s him, and oh, Laura’s here too!” You say before running into their arms.

“I missed you guys so much, I thought you had to work today?” You ask Laura as you pull back from their embrace.

“I took the day off, wanted to see you.” She smiles, wiping a tear.

“Dad, Laura, this is Bradley, my boyfriend.” You turn to Bradley, “Bradley, this is my dad, Brian, and my stepmom, Laura.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles as he shakes your dad’s hand. Laura pulls him in for a hug, which he returns naturally.

“How was the flight? Are you guys hungry?” Laura asks, wiping another tear. She cried when you filled her in on Bradley’s history on the phone, her heart breaking for him.

“Flight was good, Bradley said the pilot should’ve landed it better but I didn’t notice,” you laugh. “Yes, I’m starving, Bradley?”

“Yeah, I could eat,” he smiles.

They take you to a little diner on the way back to Springs. Your dad asks Bradley a lot of questions about his job and time in the Navy; he was a marine before you came along, choosing to get out when Mom had left. Even though it wasn’t your fault and he assured you that owning the bar was the best job he had, you always felt guilty for it.

Laura sneaks you a smile and squeezes your hand under the table as Bradley takes it in stride, your dad doesn’t realize how intense he can be sometimes, especially when he is discussing something he loves.

Conversation comes easily as they drive you the rest of the way home. Your dad helps Bradley with the suitcases and you fail to stifle your yawn, you’ve been up since 3 AM.

“Why don’t you guys get settled in your old room and take a nap? We’ve got to run to the store in a bit, and Lyss and Jen are bringing Carter over later for an early supper.”

“Oh good! I can’t wait to hold him again. He’s getting so big.” Your stepsister, Alyssa, and her wife, Jen had sweet Carter via surrogate a few months before you left. “A nap does sound good though,” you yawn.

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You show Bradley to your old room. Thankfully your dad and Laura took down the embarrassing posters that littered your walls.

“Your dad doesn’t mind that I stay with you?” He asks as you plop down on the bed.

“No, not at all. He knows we’re adults. I think he’d appreciate it if we keep it down when we fuck though.”

“Jesus Rowan,” he says, his eyes widening.

You laugh and tug him down behind you, between you and the wall. He wraps his arm around you. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Mmm, I know” you smile as you drift off.

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The house is quiet when you wake up a few hours later. Which is good because you’re throbbing between your legs.

Bradley is kissing the back of your neck and you moan quietly as his fingers work you over in the front of your leggings.

“Woke up with your pretty ass pushed up against me. Even in your sleep, you like to torture me.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Please baby, I need you.” You whine, grinding your ass against him.

He pulls your leggings down to your thighs and pulls himself out of his pants, pushing into from behind. “That’s so fucking good,” you sigh, turning your head for a kiss.

He fucks you slowly, drawing a sweet orgasm from you before increasing his pace.

“Ask permission before you cum” you pant, your second orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Fuck, Row. Can I cum? Please?” He grits out, getting close too.

You shake your head and he whines. “No. Not yet. I want 2 more orgasms before you do.”

He nods against the back of your neck, circling your clit faster, pushing you over the edge again. His hips stutter and he chokes out a groan as you flutter around him. “Fuckkkkk, I don’t know if I can, baby. I’m close.”

“Not yet, one more first. You don’t want me to punish you under my dad’s roof, do you?.”

He whimpers, shaking his head but his cock jumps inside you. Oh, he so does.

“Come on Bradley, one more and you can fill me up. It’ll be dripping out of me while we eat, coating my thighs, staining my underwear…”

He slaps a hand over your mouth and fucks into you harder. “You gotta stop talking, I’m too close and your dirty mouth isn’t helping.” He pants.

You let out a guttural moan and clench tightly at the action. He’s so close that your clenching is enough to set him off.

“No no no, not yet,” he groans into your neck, pumping you full of his cum. He circles your bundle of nerves, a little harder and you fall over the edge again too.

You hear the front door open, your dad and Laura are back home.

He pants into the back of your neck. “Does that count? I got you there two more times.” He asks, hopefully, and yet not…he’s curious to see what this punishment entails.

You breathe out a laugh. “I said two more times before you could come. You came before the second one. So no, that doesn’t count.”

He whimpers, but his softening cock gives a twitch. You spot your old wooden hairbrush on your dresser and you know exactly how you’re going to punish him.

He pulls out of you, careful to not stain the sheets and tucks himself back in, and pulls your pants up over your ass after he gives it a pinch.

You turn over and press a kiss to his lips, bringing a hand up to cup his face. “See that hairbrush on my dresser?”

He glances over to it before his eyes meet yours again and nods, not catching on yet.

“It’s going to become well acquainted with your ass the next time the house is just ours, so no one can hear you cry. I think that should get you to listen better. Do you understand me?”

His eyes drift close and a shiver runs through him at your words before he nods. His cock is hard again at your thigh.

“I need to hear you say it. Use your words, Bradley.”

He opens his eyes, glassy with arousal. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You prompt.

“Yes, ma’am” he whispers.

You smile and pat his flushed cheek. “Good boy”.

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You clean up in the attached bathroom and head to the kitchen, giving Bradley a few minutes alone to calm down, he doesn’t want to greet everyone with a boner.

Alyssa and Jen come in a few minutes later, Carter wide awake in the carrier. Lyss wraps you a big hug and Jen hands you Carter next, knowing you won’t ask but are dying to hold him.

You feel a presence at your back, “Hey buddy, you got a strong grip for a little guy.” Bradley says when Carter reaches for his finger.

Introductions are done next and you and Bradley are ushered to the living room while your dad and Laura finish up the meal. Jen and Lyss offer to run to the store together for some drinks that were forgotten while they were out, happy to have a few minutes of quiet time.

Bradley can’t keep his eyes off you while you play with Carter, and holds his hands out to take him when he spits up on you.

“I’m gonna run through the shower quick if you don’t mind?” You ask as you hand him over. You would’ve just changed, but it got in your hair too.

“Yeah, we’ll be alright, won’t we big man?” He says, and Carter gives him a gummy smile.

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15 minutes later you pad back into the living room, and your ovaries nearly explode at the sight before you. Bradley’s got Carter tucked into his chest, and is rubbing a finger over his pudgy cheek.

“I hope it’s okay that he fell asleep now. Do you think it’ll mess up his schedule for tonight?” He asks, concerned. So sweet and thoughtful, like always.

“Nah, I think it’s fine.” You say and snap a picture on your phone. “You’re a natural.”

“Yeah? You think so? It’s been a while, I don’t remember the last baby I held.”

“Yeah, Jen and Lyss always talk about how hard it is for them to get him down. I was gone 15 minutes and he’s out.”

He smiles, looking down at him. “He just leaned right up against me, I rubbed his back and he was out like a light.”

Laura cries (again) when she sees Bradley holding him and takes him to lie down in the bedroom so you can all eat. You show Jen and Alyssa the picture you snap and they both coo. Your dad rolls his eyes, muttering “women” to Bradley but gives him a wink.

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Carter sleeps through supper and you’re convinced Alyssa is serious when she asks if Bradley can come over to put him down tonight. “I’m not sure about tonight, but why don’t we watch him for a night before we leave so you guys can have some together?”

They readily agree and say their goodbyes, promising to see you again on Christmas.

Your dad insists on pulling out the VCR to watch some old home videos. Bradley laughs til he cries at how much of a spitfire you were.

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Laura and Brian head off to bed and Bradley reaches under the tree to hand you a gift.

“I know it’s not Christmas, but this one is time-sensitive.” He answers when you give him a questioning look.

You open it and find 2 tickets to the Colorado Avalanche game scheduled tomorrow night on top of a hoodie in your size.

“Oh my God! Bradley! Seriously?!” You squeal.

“Yeah, I couldn’t find your dad, but I did find Laura on Facebook and messaged her to make sure there’s nothing planned for tomorrow night. I had the sweatshirt and tickets sent here so you wouldn’t see it in my suitcase.”

You put the box on the coffee table and proceed to show him how grateful you are.

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You’re up early the next day, letting Bradley sleep while you get ready, taking your time with your hair and makeup and donning your new sweatshirt, jeans, boots, and thick vest.

You make the drive to Denver with your dad’s truck he offered you two for the day and show Bradley some of your favorite things from your old city.

You skate circles around him in the outdoor downtown rink and he dips you for a kiss in front of the Mile High Tree. You break away laughing when he pulls you up and you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Sorry if this is weird, but I snapped a few pictures of you two in front of the tree if you want me to airdrop them to you?” A sweet older woman tells you.

“Sure, thank you!” You say as you receive them.

“You’re welcome. I remember what it’s like to be young and in love. You two were so cute standing there together, and when he dipped you for a kiss, I just couldn’t not take some” She smiles, squeezing your arm.

“Thank you again, and Merry Christmas!”

You show Bradley the pictures and melt, they are cute.

Your heart skips a beat when his eyes meet yours. “Bradley, I-I love you.”

His face lights up. “I love you too. I have for a while. You’re all I can think about. I love that sweet smile you give me in the mornings before you even open your eyes. I love the way you take care of me. I love the way you ask me questions about my parents and want me to talk about them. I love the way your nose scrunches when you laugh. I just…love everything about you.” He breathes out before bringing his lips to yours.

Tears are streaming but you kiss him back until you’re both breathless. He puts his forehead to yours to catch it. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, Rowan.”

You smile. “Me either.”

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The game is incredible, but Bradley’s reactions are even better.

“That was awesome! They don’t show you the fights on TV, not like that at least.” He says, opening the truck door for you.

You laugh and agree. He holds your hand the entire drive home.

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There’s a note on your bedroom door from Laura when you get back

‘We’re going to see my dad in Boulder tomorrow morning. We should be back around 4. Love you!’

You smile, wishing you could go with but Laura’s dad suffers from dementia and doesn’t remember her most days even, it’s stressful with a lot of people there too.

You look over your shoulder at Bradley. “Looks like we’ll have the house to ourselves tomorrow.”

He stiffens behind you, in more ways than one.

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A/N: I think it’s obvious I have a spanking kink lol. Sorrynotsorry.

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