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pedgito · 1 year ago

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𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 ╳ SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter Six: Epilogue

Chapter Summary: You spend a year trying to forget about Joel, with no avail. And Joel, who's life has changed in ways he never anticipated lead to a year full of obstacles, until one fateful day when he sees you again.

Chapter Warnings: (6k) : no outbreak, the aftermath, lots of feelings, some parenting issues within joel's relationship with sarah's mom, reader still having no idea wtf to do with her life, intense feelings between joel/reader, underlying lust for each other (i mean, are we surprised?), open-ended ending

Life doesn’t just fall back into place, as much as you wished it had.

For you, it takes more than a few days or weeks, rather several months to not ache from the loss of Joel, something so special to you for such a short period of your life. His gift, the small carved wolf he’d given you for Christmas sat beside your bed, something you fell asleep to and woke to every morning—after a while, fortunately, it was less of a burden to look at and more of a beautiful reminder.

Your relationship with your family slowly improves, though it is rocky at first. You’re an adult, but it doesn’t stop the constant prying questions and worries about your life—something you have to set boundaries around. But, as a whole, you find that giving them a chance to improve and better their relationship with you is better than nothing at all.

And you want to say that you’ve figured out college and exactly what you wanted to do with your life, but it isn’t even close to being on your radar—and you enjoy your job now, working as one of the few employees at your local bookstore along with a serving job at the diner down the road, closer to the suburbs. You still keep your apartment in Austin and the commute from the city to there isn’t horrible, but it could be better.

There are long weeks, a few moments when Joel fades from your mind almost completely—but as fate would have it, something would remind you of him.

At first, it was nearly everything.

Coffee in the early mornings when you walked beyond the coffee shop beside the bookstore, the smell of coffee beans like a pavlovian response, heartbeat skipping at the memory of Joel, smiling softly around the rim of his cup as he sipped away. Sometimes so noisy that you know it was only to annoy you.

Or, it’s music. God awful country that had you grimacing at the first note, knowing Joel would be nodding his head along without a problem, somehow managing to find some enjoyment in it. Other times, it’s the music you listened to often, knowing he’d take interest in and probably like himself. Usually you would have a quiet playlist of music playing over the radio in the bookstore and even that takes a few months to feel like less of a thing.

Sometimes, it was nothing at all. A gruff clear of the throat could make you think Joel was in your presence, the sight of that green flannel he never took off, worn on a body that didn’t belong to him.

You’d like to think that Joel didn’t matter to you. That he didn’t matter at all.

But, that was so far from what was believable.

And to his credit, he does get you the money for the cabin refunded.

It comes a few weeks after you arrive back in Austin, toward the end of January. It didn’t have any other note than a ‘Sorry for the inconvenience over the holiday and that you couldn't stay—here's your refund for the cabin’. So, essentially, Joel had lied to them.

You couldn’t even blame him, really. He’d done well on his promise.

For Joel, there are waves of intensity when he thinks of you.

He doesn’t go out often anymore, keeping himself inside rather than finding a reason to go out on weekends and late nights after a rough day at work—he’s found easier ways to cope with the loneliness, taking up his wood carving more seriously. He set up a small area in his bedroom that he spends most of his time in now, carving out and selling personalized items for extra money on the side.

Sarah had to explain him through setting up his own shop online over the phone, but once it was said and done, he was able to manage fine.

And, maybe it was some other-worldly being sending him a gift, but a few months after he arrives back in Austin, still reeling, he gets a call from Sarah—mostly her crying and a lot of Joel consoling her down to an understandable, calmer state. In that time, he learns of just how much has changed since he’d went away for that month and in the short period that he didn’t have contact with Sarah due to her mother and her resistance to allowing Joel any leeway or fairness in their strained relationship, if you could call it that.

Sarah was hysterical, going on and on about how she was never going to see him again.

“Babygirl, slow down, please,” He begged, struggling to make out anything beyond the sobs, “I can’t understand you when you’re cryin’ like that. Are you okay?”

“I’m—I’m not supposed to call you.” She stammers, her cries dying out slowly, “She said I was grounded and took my phone but dad—she’s going to get me in trouble when she finds out that–that I called you.”

“That’s not possible, alright?” He tells her, trying to remain level-headed, “You can call me anytime you want, you know that.”

“She—She won’t tell you,” Sarah’s voice is hushed, like she’s hiding and trying not to get caught as she talks over the other line, “but mom got a new job, it’s in Las Vegas.”

Joel feels the anger beginning to build quickly, having a faint idea where this was heading but not wanting to direct any of it toward his daughter.

“Baby, go find your mom and put her on the phone.” He tells her soft but stern, feeling his phone pop under his grip, hoping that he hadn’t cracked it, but trying to simmer down his rage for his own good.

“She’s gonna be mad, dad.”

“Sarah,” He tells her once, and it’s enough, “Get your mom.”

The talk doesn’t go well, but it also doesn’t go horrible either.

“You’re not takin’ her from me,” It’s the first thing he says, not allowing a word from her as he hears her breath over the phone, “and you’re not gonna get her in trouble for tellin’ me either.”

“Joel—”

“No, I don’t want to hear what excuses you have this time.” He continues, “We have a custody agreement—you break that, I’m takin’ you to court without a goddamn second of hesitation. You already keep her enough from me as is, knowing she likes it here more. You’re never around, you leave her with a nanny all the fuckin’ time. And you want to up and move out of the state without tellin’ me?”

“I was gonna tell you—”

“What, when you were already moved?” Joel retorts, “That why you took Sarah’s phone away, because she was tryin’ to warn me about all this? You’ve got a lot of fuckin’ nerve to think you can just take her like that.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t been so irresponsible you would have her more. It’s not my fault you made choices that endangered our daughter and uprooted my plans, having to become the sole provider because you’re goddamn alcoholic—”

“Look, I know the choices I made. I’ve paid for them, for years now. It was one—one fuckin’ time in my life. If you think I’m gonna let you take her from me now, like that, you’ve lost your mind. I will take you to court over this.”

In the end, it does end up going through the process of rearranging custody—Joel no longer tied down by his charges and his willingness to openly test as asked, whenever, and that he take primary custody of her in the weeks that her mother would be away in Nevada for work, which ended up being about a week within every month.

It’s a big shift for Joel, but one he takes on willingly and with so much confidence that it doesn’t phase him, in fact, it feels like nothing has changed. Just that Sarah is a constant in his life, physically, rather than something out of his reach.

By July, she’s with him full-time when she’s not with her mother, and even those weeks are often cut short, called off for emergencies and ultimately ending with Joel having to pick her up after a few days—it didn’t bother him, it never would.

And he’s thankful for Sarah, because she occupies his mind entirely.

He feels bad for the days he doesn’t think of you at all, so wound up in his own daily life and routine that he doesn’t even have a minute to think about anything else—but, maybe it was better that way.

But, there’s a brief moment when the first snowfall happens that year, later in November around the time that Sarah is taking a break from school for the holidays, that she hits him with a question he doesn’t expect, nor does he understand how she even came to the conclusion in her own mind.

“Hey, dad,” She speaks curiously, head turned to him over the couch to look at him where he stood in the kitchen, “who took that picture last year that you sent?”

“What are you talkin’ bout, babygirl?” He asks, standing over the stove as he cooked dinner, lounging in his pajamas and cooking something of a semblance of what could be Thanksgiving–but, it was just him, Sarah, and Tommy, so it wasn’t as extravagant as it needed to be.

“That picture of you with the snowman last year—for Christmas?” Her eyes are searching his face, not for an answer but rather because she has that innocence that children and young teen hold, the obliviousness to everything but what is going in their world—Joel shakes his head, your face flashing in his mind as he white knuckles the spoon he’s using to stir and thinks about lying.

He wants to lie. He should.

But, he can’t remember a time he’s ever lied to Sarah outside of something for her own protection—and this was something Joel thought of fondly, his time shared with you.

So, he doesn’t lie.

“I, uh—met a friend there. She helped me out and took a picture to make sure I could send somethin’ to you, seein’ as I didn’t get to spend the time I wanted with you last year.”

“Oh,” Sarah chews at the inside of her cheek, “a girl?”

“Yes, babygirl.”

Sarah nods—the meticulous and intelligent child she is, she catches the lingering smile on Joel’s face and leans in, arm slung over the back of the couch as she asked another question.

“So, when you say friend—” She purses her lips together, eyes squinting with accusation

“Sarah.” It’s a warning to ease off, but if anything, it makes her giggle.

“Oh, so, not a friend.” She surmises, “Got it.”

She was too damn smart for her own good.

“Do you still talk to her?” She asks, fully aware of how things were with Joel and her mother, that they didn’t get along from the jump despite their willingness to work together to make sure she had some semblance of a normal childhood with both parents in the picture—it was never the way she wanted it to be, but it was out of her control.

She was fourteen now, she had the right to understand things. She questioned Joel everyday, sometimes about things even he didn’t understand. And he’s thankful to have her around, knowing she keeps him on his toes, never knowing what to expect.

“No, babygirl. I don’t.”

Joel’s bitterness about it isn’t evident in his voice, but she sees it in the way his eyes flick away briefly, toward his room. But, the knock at the door is a lifesaver, pulling them both out of the moment.

“Should be uncle Tommy, get the door.” He tells her.

She doesn’t ask about it again, thankfully. Joel doesn’t know how much more he could handle explaining to her, knowing you were only a memory to him now.

Christmas comes quick too, the year flying by as Joel switches into full dad mode without a single hesitation. School, sports, teenagers—it’s a big change but he handles it with as much ease as he can, along with work and everything else he’s taken on.

“Dad, you remember that bookstore we passed the other day?” Sarah asks, bugging her dad from the passenger seat as they leave their third store for the day, giving Sarah free-range to spend her money she’d accumulated over the holiday. “Next to that coffee shop you like to go to sometimes.”

“Yeah—that your last stop for the day?” Joel asks curiously, but also silently hoping she’d agree, exhausted out of his mind and ready to take a nap on the couch the moment they got home–a mix of older age and being a parent, never feeling like the sleep he got was enough.

“Yes, I promise.” Sarah smiles, settling into her seat comfortably and clicking the seatbelt into place.

Luckily, it isn’t too far of a drive from where they were, a few blocks down and a couple of turns later and Joel is taking an open parking spot in front of the coffee shop, not anticipating how busy the bookstore would be and Sarah can see it all over Joel’s face.

“People still read, dad.” Sarah chides, “You know that, right?”

‘Course I do, smartass.”

He was well aware of a certain someone’s reading habits.

The day after Christmas is almost never calm, packed to the brim with kids eager to spend their parent’s money on books and toys and things that would inevitably get trashed or lost eventually—but it’s nice. The shift will fly by, you’ll make a lot of children happy, and you’ll go home. An easy day.

So easy that it seemed too good to be true.

You find a lull in the rush, slipping into the backroom to grab a box of books for reshelving, too busy in your own head as your crouched on the floor behind the counter to open the box, unaware of the presence of a couple customers that loomed near the front entrance, circling a trove of books while a crowd of others filtered out through the front doors. The bells ring and despite looking, you still let out the normal greeting and a few kind words.

“Welcome in, I’ll be with you in a minute.” You say sweetly, tucked away and out of sight.

“Oh, that’s alright—my daughter is just havin’ a look around.”

And if there was a surefire way to make your heart stop—it was that voice.

That voice you knew so well that there wasn’t even the smallest doubt in your mind.

You take a deep breath, lugging the open box in your arms as you haul it to a nearby table and Joel doesn’t even think before he’s offering to help, still blissfully unaware of the trap he’s set himself up in, only freezing when you push his hand away gently.

“I’ve got it, Joel.” You say softly, your face tilting up into view and his eyes pulling to yours in an instant, the mix of panic and relief setting in at the same time—the feeling so intense he almost forgets where he is. “It’s fine.”

Joel clears his throat, glancing over at Sarah who is a few aisle deep, in her own world as she sifted through the selection of books.

“Well, I guess you found me.” You said playfully, a way to ease the worry that you could see crossing his face, thinking that he’d crossed a line unknowingly. Joel never asked where you worked, never even put together the connection or possibility that you could work in a bookstore this close to his home, the area he visited almost weekly. He’s gotten coffee next door more times than he can count on two hands and the idea that you were just a few feet out of reach—something dies inside of him. “Hey.”

His fist curls, restraining the instinct to reach out and touch you, held tight at his side as he trades a few quick looks between you and Sarah, like he’s fighting a losing battle within him.

It’s been a year. A year since he’s seen you, months since he’s thought about you like he did those first few weeks, vivid dreams like he was back in the cabin all over again. It all rushes back in an instant and you can see it in the trading gaze you share, your breath shallowing, slightly turning away to continue the task at hand, organizing the books in neat piles. Joel looks on the brink of saying something again before a young girl, bright and shining smile and ringlet curls that frame her face perfectly, bouncing at her shoulders as she comes to stand beside Joel.

Sarah. This was Sarah.

“Dad, come on,” She yanks at his wrist, fingers curling around his forearm, “I need you to carry the books I wanna buy.”

“O—okay, babygirl.” He nods, a responding touch as he placates her impatience and nods, “Let’s go.”

And when he leaves, even if it was just briefly, you have a moment to breathe. It stings, eyes squeezing closed as you force away the threat of burning tears, staring out at busy street to force yourself to think about anything but Joel—you were finally at a place where things felt normal, like you hadn’t been reeling over him for most of this time.

The roles were switched, where Joel should’ve been the one still caught up with the idea you, he was moved on and focused on other things—but you, it was the most intense heartache you’ve ever felt seeing him again.

He’s so much softer around her—a color to him that radiates around him. He hasn’t changed in the sense that he mostly appears the same. Same ridiculous flannel over a plain shirt, straight-cut jeans over heavy boots, for work or not. That same watch snug around his wrist, hair slightly grown out and curling at the ends, facial hair in full force.

It was like no time had passed.

But clearly, so much had.

Eventually you wrap up, hiding behind the counter again as you store the empty box away, tapping mindlessly at the surface of the counter as you try not to look his way and fail, catching his gaze everytime. He was looking at you too and he couldn’t stop—looking helpless as he hauled a mountain of books in his arm, pulled along by the younger girl.

Time passes slow, feeling torturous until Joel and Sarah finally make their way to the front counter, a forced smile flashing across your face that no one would be able to see through—it was perfected for times like these, feeling so out of your body that you worked on auto-pilot, scanning the books with a few off-hand compliments of how much you loved a certain one or if you enjoyed it, earning an innocent giggle from Sarah.

Joel smiles subtly, a hand on Sarah’s shoulder as he squeezes.

You note it, glancing up at Joel kindly.

He was happier, so much happier than you met him a year ago. And you had a good idea why.

You read out the total and Sarah hands over a wad of cash that you sift through, gathering her change and carefully placing her books in the paper bag, listening to Joel and Sarah’s idle conversation.

“Oh, can we stop at the coffee shop next door that you like to go to?” Sarah asks, “Please? Last stop, I promise.”

It hurts, the instant it leaves her mouth you feel the way Joel locks his eyes on you.

He’s been there, right under your nose this entire time.

How long? How long had this been going on? Before? After?

The coincidence of Joel being the one in that cabinet seemed insignificant then, but not now.

“Yeah—yeah, uh—can you wait in the truck for me?” He asks, praying she doesn’t ask any more questions. “I’m gonna check if they have somethin’ real quick.”

Sarah eyes him weirdly, glancing at you briefly before she shrugs. “Okay.”

Joel watches her leave, waits until she’s in the truck and out of sight before he speaks.

“I didn’t know.” Joel says immediately, “I swear—god, if I would’ve just—”

“Hey,” You stop him, placing a hand against his palm that is pressed flat against the counter, “you’re fine. It’s okay.”

Were you okay? No.

Working so hard to get him out of your mind was all for naught now, his palm turning face up to curl around your own briefly, his eyes flicking up slightly.

“I gotta go or she’s gonna bite my head off,” He tells you, but is quickly reaching for something in his back pocket.

His phone, which he swiftly slides across the table.

Is he asking for your number? Duh, of course he is.

“Just—in case you need anything.” Joel offers lamely, but you take it. “I—I thought you said you lived in the city?”

“I do,” You punch your number in quickly, without hesitation, “doesn’t mean I work there too.”

Fair point.

He wants to talk. You can see it on his face.

But, not here. Not like this.

He swipes his phone back, pocketing it with his free hand. And he nearly slips his hand from your own before you’re gripping him tight, holding him prisoner under your gaze.

“I’m free,” You tell him quickly, “L-later, after seven. Just—just text me, okay?”

The please felt too strong, so you restrain it in your mind.

A year—an entire fucking year. Wasted. There were so many questions you had, so many things you wanted answered. But, more importantly, you just wanted Joel.

Joel in whatever form he could offer, even if that was just a few minutes of his time after your shift, just for closure. Closure was all you needed to get over him.

“Got it, darlin.” He nods, pulling his hand from your grip gently. “I’ll be seein’ you.”

At least this time it was true.

Joel’s never been so thankful for Tommy in his life, cancelling his plans at the drop of hat for Sarah—which, given that it was his favorite and only niece, it was never an issue.

Joel didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone, even at her age, and having Tommy around offered some peace of mind—but it also led to a line of questioning Joel wasn’t ready to answer.

“Got a hot date then?” Tommy jokes when he shows up at his front door later that evening, “Who is it?”

Joel closes the door with a silent click as he ignores his brother, walking back into the kitchen to pocket his car keys and sending a quick text to your number.

Joel: Now a good time?

You: I’m closing but I’ll be off in the next half hour.

Joel: Okay.

He was leaving already anyways, his mind itching for answers to lingering questions and the urge to be near you again after so long—his once clear head now filled with the thought of you, distant memories now vivid scenes playing in his head.

“Give me a couple hours,” Joel tells him, “that’s it—Sarah’s in her room, doubt she’ll come out for the rest of the night.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow in question, searching in the fridge for a beer he won’t find—it was a bad habit he was trying to break himself, so he settles on a can of soda and taps the top of the aluminum can before opening it.

“Some kind of project—I don’t know,” He didn’t try to understand anymore, Sarah was always working on something and Joel didn’t need to know everything, so he let it be, “just two hours, alright?”

“Got it, brother.” He tips the can gently in a way of saying get the fuck on already and leave, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

As if there was anything Tommy wouldn’t.

Joel rolls his eyes and leaves without another word.

When he pulls up around the back of the line of shops, the lights are already off in the surrounding businesses and he can spot a shadow by the backdoor, fumbling with a doorknob. He rolls down his window so you can see his face, like you might’ve forgotten the truck he drove—the same hunk of metal he brought with him then.

When you turn, you spot him with a smile. You hold up a finger in wait as you toss you belongings in your car, quickly locking the vehicle and pocketing your own keys into your jacket as you made your way to his truck, brimming with anxiety and uncertainty as you climbed inside, welcomed by the warmth of the air coming from the car vents, settling in as comfortably as you could.

It was exactly the same, aside from a small picture of Joel and Sarah that hung around the rearview mirror—it looked new, it had to be. You smile again, unsure and awkward.

“So, uh—”

“I didn’t know.” Joel quickly interrupts, easing the curiousness you had around the one question you were terrified to ask.

Had he known the entire time? Had he just been avoiding you until he couldn’t anymore? It seemed unlikely, but the doubt slipped in regardless.

You nod slowly, squeezing your hands together, the cold still prickling your skin uncomfortably.

Joel notices, turning in his seat to reach toward the back, pulling out a spare blanket he kept in the back for no particular reason other than just to have it—but suddenly he’s eternally thankful that it’s there.

“Thank you, Joel.” You tell him, draping it over your crossed legs.

He’s missed the way you say his name so gently, like he wasn’t the monster he constantly viewed himself as.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?” Joel asks softly, hand gripping the steering wheel firmly, the other resting relaxed against his thigh.

“Uh, sure—I don’t really feel like going anywhere public, if that’s okay.” You tell him honestly, “I’ve been around people all day and I just need a minute.”

Joel understands, “I got the perfect spot for that, darlin’.”

And for a moment, you’re shifted back to before, the gentle smile he throws your way like a sudden flash of the Joel you’re familiar with.

Joel found the spot by accident, really. Years ago. It was on the outskirts of the neighborhood he lived in, a small cutoff near a flock of trees that led out to a larger opening and a small cliff—only a few feet of a drop off, but it granted a nice view of the city and businesses that lined the surrounding neighborhoods. And luckily, on a night like tonight with no glow of the moon to cast down, they were nearly invisible from where Joel had parked under a hanging tree, turning his truck off with finality as they were soon shrouded in darkness and silence, only the luminescence from the nearby streetlights allowing some type of visibility.

“So, how has your holiday been? With Sarah and all?”

You knew it was his turn this year, he’d explained that much. You felt terrible for pulling him away from her, even if it was just for a brief, selfish moment.

Joel laughs quietly, fumbling with his keys in his hands.

“Yeah, about that—” Joel doesn’t see why he needs to make up an excuse or be vague, considering how much you knew then and how much you know now, so he tells you, “she’s been with me since around the end of summer, not full time but mostly—to answer your question though, it’s been good.”

“O-Oh, and that’s…good, too. I’m hoping?” You ask hesitantly.

“Her mom was tryin’ to move without lettin’ me know—Sarah told me because she was scared. It was a long process but we eventually worked out an agreement with stipulations. Regardless, I’m happy with how things are now. Her mom was never around much for her anyways—like she was more of a chore to her than anything.”

“You deserve her, Joel. Sarah. I think she’s good for you, being around and stuff.” You tell him, despite how much you didn’t know or understand. He seemed lighter, happier, less burdened by his own thoughts.

“Thanks,” He says softly, “—and you, how have you been?”

He drops his keys in the cupholder and turns more toward you, knee hiked up slightly onto the seat—mimicking his actions you move too, feeling like you were back on the couch in the cabin, amped up and ready to talk for hours about nothing and everything.

“I’ve been okay,” You pull at the sleeve of your jacket, running your finger along the pattern of your sleeve, the bumps in the stitching, “I spent Christmas Eve with my parents, if that’s any indication.”

Joel smiles wider than, knowing you listened and took his advice.

He was lucky to have a second chance—sometimes that’s all anyone needed.

“I missed you—” You utter quietly, overwhelmed with the feelings as you look away, eyes turned downwards and stinging with tears that you couldn’t stop from flowing, blinking them away and wiping at the even quicker, “fuck, I’m sorry.”

Joel has an arm open to you silently when you look up, no pestering or ordering you around, allowing you to make the choose to seek comfort from him if you felt comfortable with it, knowing that a year without someone was a long time—and even longer when you had no inclination of ever seeing that person again.

But really, there was no way you would have been able to avoid each other any longer.

This had to mean something.

You scoot into his arms, adjusting the blanket over the both of you and crying quietly, the low hum of the wind picking up outside of the truck causing the cab to sway slightly. Joel squeezes you gently, hand tucked and curled around your bicep.

“It took me months to stop thinking about you,” You admit, “I tried—so hard, nothing worked. And then the one day that I don’t have a moment to stop and let my mind think, you walked in. What the fuck does that mean, Joel?”

Joel wipes your tears wordlessly, letting the emotion flow through you, feeling a rush of them all at once. He had learned to bury his own, keeping that steely gaze as he tried to remain steady for you, like an anchor.

“You know–Sarah asked about you a few weeks ago,” Joel tells you suddenly, pulling your gaze up to him in subtle shock, “not—not like that. She doesn’t know about you, but she asked about that picture, about who took it. I didn’t even think about that at the time, but she’s so damn intuitive.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her what she should hear,” Joel explains, “That I had a friend there—’course she knew it wasn’t just that. But, she’s young. She doesn’t need to know about any of that.”

You nod quietly and Joel sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I just—I feel guilty for being so caught up in all of the shit going on in my life that I haven’t thought about you in so long. But, then I saw you today and it’s like my brain can’t focus on anything else. And I know if I let this go it would bother me more.”

“So, you need closure?” You ask hesitantly, wondering if that was the purpose of this.

And you could accept that. You would have to, no matter how much it hurt to do.

Joel’s brow furrows in frustration, “No—no, that’s not even—”

Joel sighs again, heavily through his nose.

“Darlin’, I don’t know what I want anymore.”

You stare up at him sadly, chewing at the inside of your bottom lip as he looks down at you too, looking just as distraught.

He does know one thing he wants, but he’s not sure in what capacity he was allowed to have it—after all, you did say that he and you would never work in the real world.

Those words were more apparent than ever, Joel feeling forced to hide you. He didn’t want that, he couldn’t live like that. But, here he was—staring you down with nothing else on his mind other than the urge to kiss you, consume you, and keep you here with him for as long as he could.

He didn’t want to let you go again.

You need him to kiss you, hoping that the desperation in your eyes comes across to him, feeds him the signs he’s so desperately seeking and that you could pretend this could work for a brief time.

Neither of you ask, instead you both move at the same time. Lips connecting in a gentle kiss that is riddled with hesitancy, Joel’s hand slowly coming up to cup your cheek. The press of soft flesh against each other, inhaling sharply as you parted briefly before returning the kiss more forcefully, leaving Joel desperate to have you around him. He’s pulling at your arm, hoping that his silent conveyance of urgency will help.

You hike your leg over his, spreading yourself out over his lap easily, lips never disconnecting, too caught up in the moment to allow for even the smallest breath of air, kisses traded in a messy battle as Joel squeezes and grabs, like he’s trying to memorize you again, leaving no part of you untouched.

“What do you want, Joel?” You ask through a slew of kisses, finally able to fist his shirt and push him away a few inches, catching his lustful gaze, pupils dilated.

“Baby—I,” He chuckles, a sad noise that doesn’t come across as humorous, your head cradled between his hands, thumbs rubbing at the underside of your jaw, “I’m used to wanting things I can’t have. This ain’t new to me.”

You don’t speak, feeling he has more to say as he kisses you once more, a slow and passionate press of your lips before he parts again, briefly.

“My luck has changed. I’m aware. And everything in me is tellin’ me to push it and hope that I won’t have to let you go again, but that isn’t up to me.”

“There’s things you can’t separate yourself from, you know that.” You tell him, “And if you tie yourself to me, the things people will say about you—that they’ll say about me. You can’t be okay with that, can you?”

“I don’t care about them or any of that,” Joel tells you honestly, “the only thing I care about is the people in my life—baby, I want you in my life. Doesn’t matter how. But, if we cut ties here, tonight. I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. I worked so hard to stop thinking about you and I can throw that away for some half-assed closure.”

Sex. He meant sex, knowing you both were already halfway to the point of thinking it.

“I just—how do we know if this is real?” You question him.

It’s a valid thing to worry about, knowing how different things are on the outside, not miles away in a cabin that was only accessible to the both of you.

“I can show you, if you give this a chance.” Joel counters—and you try to search his face for any sign of hesitancy or uncertainness about you, but all it bleeds is adoration.

Something akin to love but not quite.

“How about a date first?” You ask softly.

Joel laughs heartily now, letting you slump against him as your foreheads pressed together.

“Alright, a date first.” Joel agrees.

“Think you can handle that?” You tease.

“Baby, I can handle you just fine.”

It isn’t what you’re asking, but the answer makes your heart thump rapidly all the same. You weren’t sure where this would lead, but you were willing to take that risk for Joel.

Thank you for anyone who has stuck with this all the way through with my weekly posting or anyone who is binge-reading this all at once and has finally reached this chapter! I appreciate you, thank you (again), and please always feel free to come yell at me!

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x fem!reader #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fic #my writing #MMITW #pedrostories

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skibidilando · 9 months ago

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A day at quadrant: LN4

Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx

Lando x quadrant fem reader

Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..

Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)

I woke up late again today. The mornings aren’t made for me. I just can’t do it. I love the feeling of sinking into my bed for 20 hours. But I can’t today, I have 4 people with cameras recording waiting for me to bloody get up and start filming a video for quadrant. But I’m not complaining because this is my job and something I like to do. I try to be in most videos and do my part, but it’s not like Lando gets that mad if I miss a few videos, but from my fucked sleep schedule, I don’t think he will like if I miss another one after I skipped the last 3.

I realise the time and see Lando, Ria, Ethan, and Max spamming my phone to get on. Fucking hell. I don’t even think to get changed, i just checked all my lash extensions were on, tied up my hair, and brushed my teeth. I probably look like shit but I did this to myself. “Better late than never I guess” max says rudely to take the piss out of me. Everyone knows my bad sleep schedule and how moody I am in the morning and after he’s done that, I’m not having it.

“Sorry guys my alarm didn’t go off but I’m here now ahaha” you say trying not to make an unhinged comment to clap back at max. “Y/n girl I missed you where have u fucking been!” Ria says. Ria is my bitch, we ride together, we die together, Ria is my best friend. “Me too Ria!” I say back politely.

“Alright enough mucking about we have to record this video mate” Ethan jokingly says and makes Ria and I laugh. “What r we even playing again” i question. “we are playing gartic phone you muppet” Lando tries to say but starts laughing at Y/n. “Why r u laughing mate” I say confused then realise wtf I’m doing. I’m wearing my pajamas, not my normal pajamas my fucking tiny, tight lace top that could pass for a bra if you squint your eyes. It hits me and I shit myself realising I have a camera filming me and recording everything.

“Omg I’m so sorry fuck I forgot let me change” I panicked in saying quickly. “Who said to change” Lando bluntly says. I was stopped in your tracks. Excuse me? Lando? As if he just said that. “Um my tits are almost exposed on camera and i look like a hoe” I say. My manager is definitely gonna get me in trouble for that. “Woah y/n you fucking hottie” Ria says when she looks at me from my camera. I get nervous in my stomach and naturally run to go grab a hoodie, luckily i live in a small apartment so it didn’t take me long. “Um sorry guys sorry let’s just move on I forgot sorry sorry” i say nervously.

“Yeah alright let’s go I’ll send you the link Y/n” Ethan kindly says which is unlike him being a dickhead most of the time as a joke to piss me off. I like Ethan though I think he’s funny and actually caring about us all and our business. “So do we write a prompt then get someone else’s to draw and keep going” max says like he didn’t ask to play it. “Yeah but make it funny about us and f1 the viewers will fucking love it” Lando says. I still can’t believe what Lando said. I join the game and wait for everyone else to join. I started to feel the panic caving in on my chest and texted Lando.

lando wtf was that?

I send quickly

what was what?

He replied back

The fucking comment like I know I’m sorry and shouldn’t have worn that before chucking something on top but why did you say that Lando

I started to let everything out on accident, but I had every right to, he was my friend and said that I should not have changed from my top that was basically lingerie.

fuck I was just joking

He replied back bluntly.

Why do I feel sad that he said that. Did he think I looked bad in it? Did he think I was looking like a hoe? Fuck why did I talk to him like that he’s my boss!

“Alright we’re starting now lock in don’t say any dumb shit” Max says right before filming the intro and starting the game. I don’t know what prompt to write. Then I get an idea to do Ethan and ginge in the sauna with Lando from a video they did a week ago. I submit it and then recieve a prompt. I bursted out laughing when reading it in my head and looking at my atrocious drawing. It’s a drawing following the prompt of Max’s bunda blocking Landos old fiat jolly, but I drew their hair orange on accident. I kept playing the game and do a few more rounds and have a laugh until we stopped recording.

The rest of the day was pretty chill as I was tired and it was a week day so i stayed at home until I feel asleep watching a movie. I wanted to get sleep like I always do but extra sleep tonight because tomorrow we were all hanging out for lunch and a chat to talk about future video ideas. Was it bad I wanted to look really good? Surely not right?

I woke up and this time remembered to change my top. I picked out a cute off the shoulder knit long sleeve top and some jeans. They made me look good with my tanned skin and made me feel just as good. I straightened my hair, brushed my teeth, and did my makeup ready to go to the cafe we were meeting up at. We always watch the video our editor puts together while we meet up at the cafe spot every week, it’s basically a routine.

Ria and I hugged each other then went to the table both fashionably late. I saw Lando, Steve, Aarav, Max, and Ethan sitting there on the big table with two spots saved. One next to Steve, and one next to Lando. After my short blunt convo with Lando I decided I wanted to sit next to Steve, but that was overruled when Ria already sat down. Well fuck isn’t this awkward. Can I order a gun?

“Hi Y/n” he says looking at me. Why is my stomach already curling into a ball. “Um hi Lando” I say quietly. I am a bit too close to home for my liking as the table was a bit small but it’s fine. We all ordered our food and I ordered some avocado toast trying to be healthy and aesthetic knowing well I end up eating some of everyone else’s food lol. Lando like the child he is ordered pancakes.

“Im sorry about what i said yesterday, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or anything it just came out im sorry”. Lando says politely. Did I misinterpret his message? Why is he nice now? Why is my stomach tied up into knots? WHY AM I WEAK IN THE KNEES?

“Oh it’s all good I’m sorry idk why it didn’t click to change out of that fucking slutty top like a normal person” I blurt out. “Woah why are you so hard on yourself, calm down Y/n it’s completely fine and it was a nice top anyways, it looked good on you.” he said. EXCUSE ME? “Thanks?” I said confused. Thank fuck the food came otherwise I would have fainted at the awkwardness.

The food was good, Lando didn’t talk nor did I the rest of the lunch. Then we watched the video that came out. My heart sinks. The start of the video showing our cameras in the intro has me at the start or the whole morning, in that fucking top on YouTube. “Wait-fuck what why am I in there wearing that how did the editor get that clip it’s not even from the same time frame. I panicked. I was about to cry. All the comments were already flooding in hating on me saying I was attention seeking in that top. “Please get it down, please please ” I started crying already in Rias arms. Lando looked angry. “Who the fuck put that clip of her in it” he said angrily. He calls the editor who made the video on speaker. 0.00001 seconds after the editor answer Lando is already yelling.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THAT CLIP OF Y/N YOU DIDNT EVEN ASK HER OR CARE YOU PURPOSELY DID IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST DID! GET IT DOWN NOW”. Lando yells before hanging up knowing the editor got the message. I’m are still shaking and trying to not bawl your eyes out with just a few tears. “Lando it’s my fault you didn’t have to yell at him like that sorry” i say weakly. “NO ITS NOT YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT WAS FILMED AND CLIPPED YET AND HE PURPOSELY DID IT, ITS LIKE HE WANTED TO HURT YOU. FUCKING DICKHEAD”. Lando yells. Out of instinct i just run and give him a long hug. My head sinks to his chest. He holds me tightly as i hold onto him for a while.

I go back to your apartment that night. I’m just sad. Especially after reading all those comments about me. I try to ignore them all but they keep flooding in like rapid fire. I automatically give in and go on my phone. But to my confusion I’m getting tagged on twitter instead.

Fucking hell. When I thought this couldn’t get worse.

There is a video going around with hundreds of thousand of retweets already. It’s a sex tape of a girl which confuses me so I click onto it. Oh my god. It’s a deep fake of my face and that lacy bra thing on a random sex tape. I can’t do this anymore. I wish I didn’t exist. Naturally i call our quadrant group chat. Everyone answers immediately leaving me to realise they have seen it too. “Guys, I am fired” I say while bawling my eyes out. “Y/N I’m coming now with Lando” Ria says while in her car on her way to my apartment. I can’t even process what Ethan and Steve are saying cause my mind is just blurry and I’m a mess.

5 minutes later a knock is on my door and it’s Ria with Lando. I just cry in her arms and start rambling on about how my life is over. “Y/n that editor is going to jail, the YouTube vid is down and all of our socials are deactivated for now, talk to us if you need now” Lando says calmly to me. I just hug him tightly. “Can you tell everyone that’s obviously not me please” I say weakly. Ria is making me mac and cheese cause she knows it’s my favourite. “Of course I will and I will get this fixed Y/n for now just let us take care of you and get better.” Lando says. His touch is making me feel better if I’m being honest. “Thanks guys for coming over tonight, can you guys stay I’ll sleep on the couch and you guys take my bed” I say calmly as I’m starting to get her my bearings and feel a little better about everything.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Lando and Ria both say straight away after my words. “Lando has a race next week so he should fuck his back up on the couch again like he did that one night he got drunk at the club last month” Ria says jokingly. “Is it okay if I’m in the bed with you?” Lando says maturely (shocking I know). “Yeah it’s fine if it is fine with you” I say back. “Yes it’s completely fine.” Lando replied quickly. I go to change into my pajamas. I see that bloody top. I don’t think twice after ripping it into pieces with my hands and teeth before chucking it out. “Fuck that ahahha” I said laughing as all the lace misses the bin but I ignore it. Ria Lando and I all start watching a movie together, Ria asks me which movie and I try to think of a normal movie I want to watch but I’m not sure why ratatouille is speaking out to me but I choose ratatouille like the wise mature person I am. Lando starts laughing obnoxiously which makes Ria and I start to as well. “It’s a good fucking movie shut up” I say defending myself laughing.

We are watching ratatoullie all together while I’m snuggled up in between Ria and Lando feelin comfortable and safe. My mind starts to forget a little bit about the stupid video situation. I don’t know why but my legs somehow ended up over landos. Whoopsies. I feel happy and safe with him, he had always been a good friend to me and always fun to be around. We all get tired after the movie ends and go to bed to sleep, well Ria goes to the couch to sleep.

Something inside of me wishes this isn’t the last time Lando is in my bed.

I myself am going to bed too xx

thanks to these lovely authors who inspired me to write ahahahha:

@mariahcarreyyy @f1goat @uglyducklingofthe2000s @vivwritesfics

#lando norris #lando x reader #f1 fanfic #fanfic #f1 #lando fic #quadrant

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thebestandrealestever · 1 year ago

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NOT YOU TOO PART 2!!

1610 miles morales x black fem reader(?) hobie brown x black fem reader!

part 1: https://rb.gy/bfwe9

warnings : cussin, use of n word, rebound(?)

sum:hobie kinda 🤭, miles tried to apologize. a/n: HEY BOOKIES LMK IF YAAL LIKE IT, PSA : READER CHOOSES HOBIE/HERSELF!!! SOSORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT, I HAVENT BEEN FEELIN THE BEST!!

the next morning u woke up alone, to a note on your nightstand that contained : “i had a late night mission wish i could’ve stayed longer. i seen your ig story, tryna pop out with me already pretty?” you pick up the note and smile as you read it then dropped your face in your hands you remembered the events of last night. sighing as you open your phone to 1 new text message from “hobie 🎸” 10 new text messages from “my boy 👦🏽.” 20 new instagram dms from “miles morales”. 3 new text messages from “gwen” 35 new instagram dms from “margo kess.” 20 new story reactions from instagram. you audibly groan at all the replies but what did u really expect, one day u were in the happiest rls and the next you flicking up w a new nigga. before reading all the messages you went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at how tired you looked. your eyes rimmed with red from all the tears when hobie was asleep. even though he hurt u, your feelings didn’t just go away in a night. you took a long shower to digress, once u got out u finally checked your phone. through the sea of apologies, “can we talk”, and margo bein confused asfc the only message that matter to you right now was “pav’s throwin a party @ 9, wanna go?” kicking your feet when u flopped onto the bed you replied “yea, pick me up .” it was only 1pm, so u had the whole day. you called margo to come over and when she did you asked her about the party. “hobie invited me a to a party tonight” you said like it was nothing as u we’re getting in the car on your way to the mall. “WHATTT?? wait is it pav’s party?? cause if it is yk miles AND gwen gon be dere.” you rolled your eyes at their names “they can be there idgaf, i’m going to dance on my man and have a good time. i don’t know nun bout that.” margo wheezed and got out, as you both were shopping for outfits amongst other things you needed. when you got from the mall it was 6:30 giving u 2 hrs nd 30 minutes to get ready. margo decided to get ready at your place so you told hobie that she would take u and u guys would just meet there. after you got ready u n margo took a pic, posting it on ur ig story “pregaming w my fav 👯‍♀️” was the caption and miles slid up almost instantly “what party? pavitrs?” you laughed at how desperate he sounded leaving him on read. when you got there margo ditched u for her man, leaving you to roam the halls under blasting music and harsh color changing lights. you and margo had smoked a blunt before you came so you were a lil buzzed. as you scoured the house for a familiar face you were met the one you wanted to see the most, you strolled up the hobie looking up at him. “hey, why u wallsittin?” you quipped at him before joining him on the wall, he sipped whatever concoction was in his red cup and laughed, lowly and raspy. “was waiting for u” he glanced over his shoulder down at you and your stomach did flips u couldn’t even do. you pull out your phone and take a picture of y’all two captioning it “🫶🏽🫂.” and again miles slid up on sum more bs.

“wtf (name)?” you showed hobie the text and he huffed. after you put your phone back into your pocket you grabbed hobies hand “dance with me baeee” he didn’t say anything back but just followed you to wherever everyone else was dancing. miles irking ass mustve been looking for u cause you saw him out the corner of eye so you just turned the other direction and continued swaying w the fine nigga behind u.

MILES POV!!

“(name) won’t fucking respond, gwen doesn’t mean anything to me. she was upset ab-about her dad! and i was tryna be there for her. i don’t love her i love (name) with everything in me. i would never hurt her. and hobie really? his big lanky ass is built like a deep breath. he stay plotting on my relationship.” miles said out loud to his empty car trying to convince no one but himself. he scrambled his mind for an excuse but it always came to one thing. “shit, how i do that to her. why would i do that to her.” he opened his phone to 5 new messages from gwen. he didn’t read any of them just replied “it’s over, i don’t love u. and i don’t wanna see u again.” he went on instagram to pass time, clicking on your store first he saw hobie, ‘this nigga again ima beat the fuck out of his wide neck ass.’ he thought while getting out of the car and walking into the party. he talked with ganke and 42 miles before seeing u, and him. y’all made eye contact before he saw you turn around. ‘this nigga MUSTTTT wanna get fucked up, why he all up on my girl??’ he said under his breath as he walked up to the pair, “i need to talk to u.” you and hobie stopped dancing and faced miles, hobie looked him up and down and put his arm around your shoulder while miles acted like hobie wasn’t even there. “we have nothing to talk about.” the bluntness in your voice made miles eyes lower. “please baby l-“ “don’t call me that.” “please. let me explain” miles put his hand on your arm with pleading eyes, the same eyes he gave you when you first met, when you first kissed. he saw your face soften and he let go of your arm. hobie saw your face change too, as he turned around and you were about to follow him hobie grabbed your hand with a ‘are u sure?’ look, you smiled at him and he let go allowing u to catch up with miles.

he lead you to a secluded room and closed the door. when you turned on the lights the look on his face made you sympathize with him, his eyes big and lips pressed into a thin line. you decided to speak up first, “you really hurt me. ian done nothing but be good to u. why would u do that?” you say trying not to let your voice betray you. he snaps his head up at you hanging on to every word moving closer to you to make damn sure he didn’t miss a single syllable. “i love- i loved you miles. why didn’t u just be straight up and say u didn’t wanna be with me anymore.” you say refusing to look at him, especially in the eye. knowing if you did your mind would betray you. “i don’t know. i love you not her. i promise. remember our first anniversary? i told you i would never hurt you. but i did, i fucked up a good thing and im so sorry. you gave me a piece of your heart and i wasn’t careful with it like i should’ve been. like i will be. i need you princess, my pretty pretty princess. please.” he said grabbing your chin so you could look at him, he almost sounded sympathetic..?

YOUR POV!!

could he mean it? could he be sorry? your eyes softened as you looked into his own. you didn’t want to fall into his trap that was his gaze again, but you couldn’t help it. you never could, “i can’t trust you miles. i didn’t give you a piece of my heart, i gave you the whole thing. and i guess she did too, but you can’t hold two hearts in one hand.” u say breaking your face away from his hand, you were not going to let miles see you vulnerable again, he doesn’t say anything. “i think i need to distance myself. you don’t love me, and i refuse to put myself in the position to get humiliated again.” you say pushing past him to open the door as he stood there humiliated. his eyes filled with tears and he left the party, not wanting to see anyone. you walked back to the main room your throat burning as you held your tears in. you spotted hobie and said to him quietly “can we go?” he only took your hand and led you outside through all of the people. as you got in hobies car you texted margo, “hobies taking me home, text me later.” she didn’t reply probably because she was dancing or doing whatever w her bf “what happened?” he glanced at you over his shoulder as he drove to your house. “miles tried to apologize or whateva.” you said softly trying not to cry. hobie’s heart skipped a beat, he had feelings for you and if you went back to the same boy who messed up such a perfect thing, he was gon blow the top off this bitch. “yea? whatchu say back?” he say rubbing your thigh trying to play it off but it was really eating him up inside. “i told him i couldn’t be with someone i didn’t trust.” you say to him looking at him as his face relaxes and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “that’s good, you deserve so much better. you deserve everything.” he whispered the last bit but you heard it all too clear. you widen your eyes before turning your head out the window. “are you hungry? we could go get something to eat whatever u want.” “i think i just want you to go home with me.” you said turning your head to look back at him, u could hear the grin in his voice,

“okay pretty. let’s go home”

#black reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #hobart brown #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #black fem reader #margo kess #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar

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chlobliviate · 5 months ago

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Wolfstar Microfics - Crack Fic

Words: 986 😅

@wolfstarmicrofic

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Moony

(13:47) Sirius, I’m going to fucking murder you in your sleep. 😌

Padfoot

(13:48) you can try

(13:48) but

(13:48) i’ve been awake for hours

Prongs

(13:48) What did he do now?/

Moony

(13:48) He knows what he did.

(13:49) I said I shouldn’t go out last night.

Padfoot

(13:49) and yet out you went

Moony

(13:49) And yet, out I went. 😔

Prongs

(13:50) Pretty sure I just heard Moony sigh through the wall.

(13:50) So what did Pads do?

Padfoot

(13:55) O NO

(13:55) o nooooooooo 😬😬😬😬

Wormtail

(13:56) ???

Padfoot

(13:56) i may have given us all personalised ringtones on moonsss phone

Prongs

(13:57) 😂😂😂😂😂😂WHAT WS MNE?!??!!?

(13:57) Moony don’t bang on my wall to punish me for shoddy spelling when Sirius hasn’t used a capital letter since 2008.

(13:57) BUT WHAT WAS MINE

Padfoot

(13:58) do-re-mi from the sound of music

Prongs

(13:58) I am less excied about this now.

Padfoot

(13:59) naturally pete’s was rat-a-tat-tat by fall out boy and courtney love (absolute banger btw)

Prongs

(13:59) Nvm I’m back on board!

(13:59) What about yours?

Moony

(14:00) You Belong with Me.

Wormtail

(14:02) Ah. 🙃

Moony

(14:04) So Benjy suggested we ‘take a break’

Padfoot

(14:04) fuck im so sorry moons

(14:05) i can text him and tell him it was a joke

Moony

(14:06) Nah, it’s ok. I care a lot less than I thought I would tbh.

(14:10) James. Your headphones are unplugged.

Prongs

(14:10) SORRY SORRY FUCK ITS NOT WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE

Padfoot

(14:10) wow moony’s having a crisis and you’re having a wank

(14:11) harsh

Moony

(14:12) I’m not having a crisis. I’m fine. That’s probably not a great comment on my relationship though?

(14:12) JAMES! HEADPHONES!

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Wormtail

(20:27) Lads, 😱😱 I think Benjy’s on a date

(20:28) Just showed up here with some guy

Padfoot

(20:28) moony sleeping 🤫 wtf we need details

Prongs

(20:29) Nvm, Sirius woke him when he yelled wtf

Moony

(20:40) Yeah, I bet that's David. He’s on Benjy’s course and he may have come up a few times.

(20:41) He didn’t even give it 8 hours. Wow. What a prick. I’m not surprised though, which probably also speaks volumes.

(20:41) Fuck. 😂

Padfoot

(20:41) you have four minutes to make yourself presentable moons then we’re coming in with tea and chocolate and a movie

(20:42) three minutes

Moony

(20:42) 👀👀👀 What’s happening next door?

Padfoot

(20:43) TWO MINUTES dont change the subject

(20:43) new neighbours

(20:43) all girls

(20:43) james is in love already 😂

Prongs

(20:43) I AN NOT

(20:44) BAD PADFOOT

Moony

(20:44) When did you meet them?

Padfoot

(20:44) one minute moony moon also we did not meet them but james spent a lot of time peeking out of his windoe this morning

(20:44) winDOE AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA 😂😂😂😂😂

(20:44) let the record state that i was assaulted with a wooden spoon 😔

Moony

(20:44) 😏😏😏

🌙✨🌙✨🌙

Moony

(10:01) Just met the neighbours.

(10:01) They asked what James’ ‘deal’ is.

(10:01) You were not slick at all. 😂

(10:02) They invited us over for drinks tonight, though.

Prongs

(10:02) It’s not my fault they were so loud moving in that I had to see what the commotion was.

(10:02) There was Beyonce and shrieking. I was merely a CONCERNED citizen. 😌

Moony

(10:02) That’s your story and you’re sticking to it?

(10:03) Benjy and David are already Facebook official. Wow.

Prongs

(10:04) Moony. He is a massive twat. You have terrible taste in partners.

Moony

(10:05) That is not at all reassuring.

(10:06) I’m going to drink so much tonight. 🙃🙃🙃

Prongs

(10:07) oh yeeeeah? Anyone from next door ccatch your eye?

Padfoot

(10:07) moonys only got eyes for me thank you very much 😤😤

Moony

(10:08) Don’t get me wrong, they’re all pretty, but no.

(10:08) Plus, I CLEARLY only have eyes for Pads.

Prongs

(10:17) So… whats her nameeee? 🫠

Moony

(10:18) Who?

Prongs

(10:18) YOU KNOW WHO

Moony

(10:19) Drawing a real blank here.

Padfoot

(10:20) hes just giggling at his phone

Moony

(10:20) Traitor.

Padfoot

(10:20) MOONY EHY MuST YOU WOUND ME SO

Wormtail

(10:20) Did you two sleep together again?

Prongs

(10:21) I mean the red headed, fiery goddess who lives next door and laughs like a witch.

(10:22) Ooooooooooh? 👀👀

Moony

(10:22) Emphasis on the word SLEEP. Yes.

(10:23) No homo.

(10:23) I mean, partially homo, I guess. 😂

Padfoot

(10:23) FULL HOMO BIG HOMO ENERGY IN THIS ROOM ;)

(10:23) get over it wormy

Wormtail

(10:23) I didn;t mean it like that!!!! It’s fine if you want to do that!

(10:24) I only request that you do it in Remus’ room, bc Sirius is next to me and I don’t need to hear his cum noise.

Padfoot

(10:25) let the record state that moonbeam laughed so hard at ‘cum noise’ that he banged his head on the wall and dropped his phone down the side of his bed 💀💀💀

Prongs

(10:25) Is his hed made of lead? That was so loud fuck.

(10:26) That means your cum noise is gonna be loud too. Ew no. go fuk by Pete.

Moony

(10:27) We’re not fucking, wow.

(10:27) We’re all very aware that I’m not Sirius’ type.

Padfoot

(10:28) what is my type

(10:28) fite me

Prongs

(10:28) dumb, obscenely pretty, easy.

Moony

(10:29) One out of three. Damn. 🙃

(10:29) Also you misspelled *bite. 😌

Padfoot

(10:30) which one what moony what wait what 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

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zaynes-nieve · 3 months ago

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Spoilers for all of Thorns Under the Moon

Back into Aether core lore. Let's go!!!

We got some new hunter models

Bruhhhh, even Carter's model looks slimey 😭

Zayne did not want me to take those flowers lmfao. Not that I would. Who tries to poach people's patients wtf

Yeahh we already know Carter is batshit insane.

This entire scenario is a little too much like Finding Tobias 😭

Greyson showing us the videos of the hospital and this dimensional Wanderer is making so obvious we about to isekaied into DawnBreaker world bruh.

I'm tried of people playing god with these protocores especially cause Astra is an asshole 😭

Yooo Zayne and Greyson in scrubs???? My man is great with his hands lmfaoo. No but fr really good surgeon ten out of ten, no one is better than my boy Zayne.

God damn these metafluxes wtffff. Where tf is this Wanderer.

Not the Wanderer taking out a sandwich. What do you mean he woke up???? Ain't no way he is awake already. Wtf is Xander Sciences doing???

This man is raving mad. Wtf is the dawn breaker world. Is it an alternative universe? A spliting timeline? In the future? In the past? Now yall telling me it's a protocore dream?

Oh shit we finally fighting this Wanderer? Or we getting....yup we got isekaied now the question is...

Dude is that Zayne or Zayne.

Cause he is wearing the Dawnbreaker fit. I think he is straight up lying to my face rn. He is trying to pretend that he is our Zayne. Or is it our Zayne stuck in Dawn Breaker. Or are we not even in Dawn Breaker world just Zaynes dream.

Bruh this dreamception is too big brain for me at 8 am in the morning.

This is definitely Dawn Breakers house. It's got those weird energy drinks. But Our Zayne could have easily seen this just like Dawn Breaker could see our Zaynes life. Idk anymore.

Lying about the chocolate is crazy work. Not carrot flavored 🥕🍫

I'm like 85% certain this is Dawn Breaker. He is just slightly enough different to be not our Zayne at least fully. But the dark ice and light ice is confusing me again. Are they merged in this one? Cause William is our Zayne, but George and his mother is Dawn Breaker

Also this resonance isn't it. To me it doesn't look like it's working very well. Especially when It looks like we got knocked out cause of it. Also he is taking the ice from us. So is it like an Astra thing or when we do that resonance to take the ice from Zayne we end up taking it for ourselves?

Also, I haven't fought with a non-exclusive companion in so long. Seeing the Dawnbreaker fighting set is crazy again XD. Just make him an exclusive set, too, with the myth story I beg 🙏🏾

It's implied that we know that that wasn't our Zayne. So I guess that was Dawn Breaker. It isn't the first time that they've made reference to the fact that we can recognize Dawn Breaker as separate from our Dr.Zayne either. But Zayne was also sucked into the protofield, too.

Zayne needs his rest. I hope he won't have anymore nightmares 😔

Ain't no way that Wanderer was summoned by that fucking tool, are you kidding me??? Bruh when I get my hands on Carter, Xander Scicnes and fuckign Ever. I swear I'm pulling up with a demolition squad.

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givethemsmut · 4 months ago

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The Pack | Chapter Three

Characters: Dylan O’Brien, fem!reader

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien, Dylan x You

The next morning I woke up naked in Dylan’s bed in absolutely nothing but his buttery soft sheets.

I reached for my phone that I couldn’t find until I leaned over the edge of the bed. Snatching it off the ground I read the time: it was 9:30 AM. My head was rattling and the hand over was in full effect.

There was no way I would have let some stranger take my virginity. Kiss? Sure, we were both drunk. I sat up covering myself. I had no idea if I should wake him or just leave when I opened an app to order an Uber to come pick me up in 15 minuets.

I swiftly got out of his bed and put my clothes back on. Every few seconds I was checking his bed for movement, any signs of him catching me escaping.

I had no idea if Alex was still here. I had ten texts from my dad worried sick and five from Alex about kissing Tyler. I put my converse back on when I noticed a used condom on the floor of his bedroom. Carefully tip toeing to his bedside I lifted the covers to see if he was naked too and he was. Every slender muscle was on display and my body reacted before could be mortified.

I lost my virginity while drunk to a stranger and can’t even remember.

I snuck down stairs and headed to the kitchen to splash some water on my face when he scared the life out of me. “I’m a morning person. Dylan is not.”

“Sorry I didn’t know we fell asleep. Mind if I just wash my hands?”

He pointed to the sink in a form of a yes, “Fell asleep huh?” I shook my head, not entirely sure. I thanked him for inviting and told him I had to run. He simply asked, “Want to me to give him a message? Or Alex? She also fell asleep in my bed. Making us breakfast if you want any.”

I must of looked confused because he returned the look, “Why would I want you to do that? I don’t even know him. Anyways, thanks.” I left ready to get into the Uber that arrived.

Finally home my dad was sitting on the couch looking pensive. He immediately stood up as I stormed through the entrance and started his dad type rant. “Where the hell were you?! You can send a text letting me know not to expect you to come home at all! I was worried sick! I even called Brody!”

I replied, “You did what?! DAD! I’m not speaking to him!”

He poured himself more coffee no doubt he didn’t get any sleep, “Where the hell were you this whole time?!”

“Don’t freak out. Alex and I went to Tyler Posey’s for a party and we didn’t feel comfortable driving so we slept on his couch.” It was a half lie. I know I’m horrible.

He was beyond angry now, “You expect me to believe you slept over Tyler’s house and nothing happened?”

That was his one rule: I had to stay away from his actors.

I sallowed hard. There’s no lying to my dad. “Actually, I got drunk. And technically I fell asleep in Dylan’s bed. He’s in Teen Wolf too.”

He paced behind the kitchen island furiously, “Dylan Fucking O’Brien’s bed?!! I know who he is young lady! I also know his girlfriend of 6 years! I also know he’s a wildcard! You better have used protection!”

Biting my lip, “Well actually I think they broke up. I just want to remind you I’m an adult now and of age to drink.”

He rubbed his face, “Last I knew you were a virgin despite the shenanigans you and Brody put me through.” Which wasn’t weird information for my dad to know. I was open about being a virgin and proud of it. So many girls were having sex at 14 and getting abortions at 18. I didn’t want that life. I didn’t acknowledge his last comment but went up stairs to showered and nurse my headache out the door.

I finally texted Alex after my shower, ignoring Brody’s messages entirely.

ME: Hey girl. I got so drunk. I feel awful.

ALEX: Tyler said you left this morning. You stayed over?

ME: Fell asleep in Dylan’s bed. And then I woke up naked…

ALEX: WTF. You finally had sex?!

ME: It’s all a blur. Can’t remember. But I think the used condom proves it… You and Tyler…?

ALEX: We just made out and watched a movie! Omg!! You’re not a virgin anymore! Celebration?

I didn’t respond. I was trying to dig for memories. I ended up falling back to sleep in my robe. I woke up remembering pieces like kissing him, getting tangled up, him reaching for a condom. Or at least hoping they were memories and no pure fantasy after seeing his chiseled body.

The rest didn’t come to me until I had some coffee and headed back to my room. More memories of Dylan taking off my panties, push down his boxers, pushing inside me, How the condom felt slippery and cold.

I pulled out my Mac to start some homework when my phone buzzed against my leg, it was from Brody. “Your dad called me saying you didn’t come home. I told him you’re too much of a goody two shoes to be in trouble.”

Which was a half truth. Everyone I knew was comfortable popping pills, smoking, drinking and having sex by fourteen. They all blamed growing up in Hollywood while I avoided everything.

I’ve gotten drunk before, Not last night drunk but enough. I’ve smoked. Broken the law. Virgins doesn’t mean you’re 100% pure. I could be evil too.

I quickly texted, I slept over Dylan’s House, full well knowing he has no idea who that was. I didn’t until last night either.

Another memory became less foggy – the feeling of ecstasy. How it felt when he pushed my body over the edge and he kept pushing himself inside me while I came. I felt him shake inside me. I felt him get even harder between my legs. Solid. I got goosebumps remembering. Almost turned on by the feeling, memory.

My dad yelled up stairs that he was going to work and text him if I’m leaving the house. I shouted okay back.

D Y L A N ‘ S P O V

We both had scenes to shoot today. We both popped three Advil and chugged water followed by ginger ale. Today was gonna suck. Posey drove us into the lot today. I had sunglasses and a beanie on in 85 degree weather of sunny LA when he finally asked, “You had somebody stay over?”

I laughed, “Oh Shit! You heard us?” He looked confused, “You know, we were jumping on my bed?”

I watched him crack up as he turned into the lot for check in. He asked, “You didn’t have sex? What about Britt man?”

I got angry remembering, “Fuck her. Oh fuck yeah I did. You know how long it’s been since I’ve gotten any? Britt was gone for 3 months and I didn’t cheat.”

“Bro. We gotta talk.” Pulling into his usual spot and turned off the car, “The girl you fucked last night? He’d dad is Wes. Our producer.”

I was trying to put it all together. “Wait, Wait. That’s why she was on set. Not for you. Holy. Fuck. I’m fucking dead! I fucked our boss’s daughter! What the fuck!” I was paranoid around every corner he was gonna surprise me and murder me for what I did. We had a table read today and two scenes each. We walked into the board room for the read and he was at the head of the table with his arms crossed.

Posey was always seated closer to Wes, and I was next to him, a one one person buffer. I sat down and didn’t look up when I heard, “Ty switch with Dylan.” Of course we had to he’s our boss. Hunched over I was quiet the whole read until my lines.

During a lines taking place at the other end her dad leaned over and said, “Heard you guys had a party. Heard my daughter fell asleep in your bed. Better have been it.”

I didn’t speak, I didn’t want anyone else to hear, I can’t be the guy who fucks crew’s daughters or get blocked by Wes from other jobs. The room cleared out when I felt his hand on my arm stop me from getting up. I looked up and he said, “You can explain then I’m gonna talk. Go.”

I said, “Posey and I had a party. That’s true…” I trailed off hoping it was enough. He waited for me to continue, “We had a lot to drink. I didn’t expect anything to happen. I didn’t even know she was your daughter. I thought she was here visiting Posey when I ran into her the other day.”

He spoke, “My turn. My daughter was a virgin last night. Last I checked you had a girlfriend I’m fond of, Britt. Ring a bell?”

My mouth dropped, “Wait. What. I – I – um – she. What.”

Her dad passed my shoulder and got up without clarifying. I went to my trailer after. I had to get my head back on. I had a job to do but all I could think was I took someone’s virginity without knowing it.

Tyler was waiting in my trailer and asked what happened when I shouted towards him, “She’s a fucking virgin!”

Posey thought he was being a smart ass by saying, “Well not anymore bro.”

I looked at him in anger, “You fucking think! She didn’t tell me that! We were both wasted. She didn’t even bleed.”

“Why would her dad know that information?? She probably just wants him to think that. She’s our age.”

I sighed heavily like a huge weight was lifted off of me as I slumped down on the couch. “Yeah, you’re totally right. You got her number?” Pos shook his head but he had Alex and that leafless good enough for me, as long as she was willingly to give that number up.

#dylan o’brien fanfic #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan obrien #dylan obrien smut #dylan o’brien x reader #Dylan O’Brien fanfiction

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tainted-heartz · 2 years ago

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Its mystery person AGAIN >:) also I have another wally x reader! 👹👹👹

So what if THEY WERE GENDERBEND FOR A DAY SO FEMAKE WALLY AND MALE Y/N I think that would be so funny just imagine him waking up looking in the mirror then be flabbergasted (cue him having a high pitch scream even as a male or gn😭) and y/n is just like "wtf happend" but like a couple hours later he's just being a ✨pretty princess✨

Also I wonder what the others would think/say?? 🤔 🤔

| CLASSIC GENDERBENDING IS MY FAVORITE HEHE plus fem!wally would be very pretty... |

- it was normal night before bed , just you and wally chatting before bed but when wally woke up he felt..strange. he shrugged it off and stood up , slipped his robe on and slowly walked over to his vanity. he sat himself down to his daily routine but he felt like his hair was a lot longer than usual as he slowly opened his tired eyes to see well..not him. he had longer and a slightly more feminine body,it wasn't noticeable much though. it was all so sudden but he- or if I should say, she let out a high pitched scream causing you to wake up.

- “ wally what the- why are you screaming it is 8 in the morning! ” “ i-..i.. ” as you sat up she noticed you looked different as well. “ oh goodness you changed as well! you're more..masculine. how on earth did this even happen! ” she started to panic and pace back and forth. you'd never seen wally like this before in the longest time. “ wally , hun we're fine! we'll just have to deal with this today..calm down. ” you picked wally up and held her close with a sigh. “ let's just get ready , okay? ” “ ..alright. ”

- you helped wally get ready and style her hair , since it was a tad bit longer you just worked with it. over the time of you doing wally's makeup he seemed to be accepting this pretty quickly. you weren't very bothered by the sudden gender change but wally clearly still was. “ hey dear should I wear this or- ” “ JUST PICK ONE I LOVE YOU BUT PLEASE. ” poor girl just needs help with outfits-

- wally was practically attached to your arm the entire day you were out. now everyone quickly realized the difference but the one who was confused the most was well..barnaby. his friend didn't sound or look the same but WAS wally. she had to sit the big guy down and explain it was probably just a day thing (she hoped). julie couldn't help but ramble about how much prettier wally was , even offering to style her hair a bit and ramble some more. (yes she'd probably do yours as well no matter what because its a hobby of hers ).

- once home she asked to try your stuff on which..wouldn't fit her well but she couldn't help it she was just curious! sadly only a pair of overalls and a rainbow turtleneck you had fit her but either way she was over the MOON with how she looked! “ I'm even prettier than before! not that I wasn't before..and you my dearest are still beautiful as before! ” she smiled and pulled you down to give her a small kiss. “ wally I swear- ” you laughed and picked her up. “ that's enough of you being VERY out of character. how about I do your makeup and text out some styles before we sleep? ” she smiled and nodded. “ pretty please? ” “ pff- of course. ”

#welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home wally x reader

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magicandmundane · 4 months ago

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Humor me for minute here, I need to scream and cry about the ballroom scene in Enchanted.

So.

For starters, Giselle and Robert are completely matching. His shirt and her dress are basically the same shade of purple, and his jacket and the cloak she wore when she walked in are the same velvet-y navy blue. They didn’t plan it. (I’m screaming.)

Side note: you know who may have planned it? Morgan. That’s right, she went shopping with Giselle, and her dad had probably shown her his fairytale-worthy fit earlier. Morgan already adored Giselle, and she could see her dad falling head over heels for the almost-princess despite his best efforts. So I’d be willing to bet good money the little shit (affectionate) did her best to influence Giselle’s choices and squealed as soon as Robert closed the door and went to the ball.

Anyway, Giselle and Edward get there, and Robert just stops. (I’m swooning.) We already know that Giselle had had a dream about Robert in that blue jacket, but do you think that he had a dream about her? Do you think that he had a dream about this fairytale princess in purple? That he woke up one morning and shook it off like it was nothing? That when he stopped and his jaw dropped at the sight of her, he suddenly remembered that beautiful dream? Because I think yes. NYC got dropped into a fairytale for a week, of course Mr. Just-Some-Guy-in-the-Real-World Robert had a dream about the love of his life.

And then that choreography. (Ugh my heart.) So beautiful, so intimate, so happy, so loving. Like every step they took they just fell deeper and deeper in love. Holy shit, that eye contact. Everyone else moving to the edges of the dance floor to give them space to just pop off. Robert whispering the lyrics of a song that was written just for the movie. “now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come. so far, we are so close.” He had no reason to know those lyrics, just like everyone singing “That’s How You Know” had no reason to know that song and leave him constantly making a wtf face. But now the man is leaning into the fairytale. Because he loves her. (Someone just kill me already.)

Another side note: poor Nancy and Edward omg. They are witnessing what is quite possibly the most romantic ballroom dance of all time, and they were both planning to marry one of these idiots (affectionate). The matching “respectfully what the fuck” faces they both make will never not be hilarious to me, even though I feel for them.

And then there’s the quiet misery when they walk away from each other. (Cut my heart out with a rusty old spoon, why don’t you? It’ll hurt less.) Giselle and Robert are resigned to the lives they had previously chosen but no longer want. The look on her face when Narissa is handing her the apple is just gut wrenching. She would rather forget the love of her life than live without him and know he’s out there.

Last but not least, true love’s kiss. (I’m bawling.) Robert was Losing It™️ seeing Giselle inches from death, and then this idiot has the audacity to deny being her true love. But of course it’s him. “Please don’t leave me.” and “I knew it was you.” are just so so beautiful, tender, and intimate. Like that was for them and them alone, we are intruding. That kiss was so gentle and heartfelt. Then she pulls him even closer for a hug, and he cradles the back of her head. They are so relieved, they love each other so much.

Don’t even get me started on Robert’s “over my dead body,” Giselle going after the dragon, and that rooftop kiss in the rain. My poor heart just can’t take it right now.

#oof that’s a long one #what can i say? i’m a hopeless romantic #and these two just make me Feel Things #GIVE ME MORE ROMANCES LIKE THIS DISNEY *shakes fist*#disenchanted did robert so dirty and i will stay mad #disney #enchanted #giselle x robert #where tf is the robert to my giselle. SEND HELP

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hughesmedicine · 2 years ago

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just a bunch of swifties 7| t. zegras

trevor zegras x hughes reader

jabosml(masterlists)

ending this series and I’ve loved it so much so let’s end it with a bang🫶🏻 also tried to make it cute but it’s not them without joking, thanks for the support on the series this whole time🧡🥹

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ynzegras: surprise🥹❤️ but I love you baby and I couldn’t imagine marrying anyone other than you. I will forever be thankful for Jack introducing us even if I broke the no falling for friends rule it was worth it for you🧡

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jackhughes: oh my god.

| jamie.drysdale: i can’t tell if this is a good “oh my god” or a bad one🙅‍♀️

| ynzegras: it’s a good one, he’s running around the house screaming “im gonna be an uncle”

_alextorcotte: I need to know did trevor faint when you told him you’re pregnant?? Also congratulations bestie so happy for you and ig I’m happy for trevor!

| trevorzegras: why do you guys always circle back around to the fainting and thank you?

| ynzegras: he didn’t faint but he did run around the house screaming we’re having a baby and immediately told me we’re naming him/her taylor and thanks bestie, you better come around more!

| _alextorcotte: sounds about right but please don’t name it taylor and I’m on my way right now!

| jamie.drysdale: it’s too late for that but swiftie party?

| ynzegras: it’s not, I never agreed to it and yes swiftie party!

| trevorzegras: not listening, we’re naming it taylor.

| ynzegras: I’ll take this wedding ring off zegras.

| trevorzegras: we’re not naming it taylor and I’m joining this party.

lhughes_06 expect more visits from me now but congrats sis, so happy for you both!

| trevorzegras oh god no but thanks luke!

| lhughes_06 oh god yes** I think you put the wrong word💁‍♀️

| trevorzegras no I put the right word

| lhughes_06 @ynzegras get him in check pls

| ynzegras: on it, trevor you’re on the couch tonight and thanks moosey!

| trevorzegras lukes not allowed in the house anymore @/lhughes_06 bring a fucken tent when you come to visit.

elblue6: sweetie congrats (again!) I’m so happy for you both and I’m so glad to have an amazing son in law🥹❤️

| trevorzegras: I’m sobbing momma el I love you so much and best mom in law ever!!😭🧡

| ynzegras: thank you mom I love you!❤️

_quinnhughes: why am I finding out through an instagram post???

| eliaspettersson: no same wtf?

| ynzegras yikes shouldn’t have went out drinking

| _quinnhughes okay sorry that we wanted to have good time

| ynzegras a good time? You came home with Elias and immediately got into my bed hugged eachother and we all cried about our feelings which thank you for that, needed it

| eliaspettersson: so that’s why I woke up in trevors arms this morning 💀

anaheimducks omg congrats! Got a little duck coming soon🥹🧡

| ynzegras thank you and can’t wait till we get the little jersey for it!🧡

| trevorzegras she already ordered it

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras: this will forever be my favorite day, I love you so much and I can’t wait till i can you my wife forever. Thank you for being the best lover to me and I wouldn’t change it for anything🧡 also can’t wait to hold our little ducking

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ynzegras: I can’t even type since I’m crying so much but I love you so much and I’m so excited for the years to come😭🧡

| _alextorcotte: looks like we’re here again but yes jamie and I can confirm she’s crying

| trevorzegras: this time I can confirm too!

| jackhughes comfort her man!

| jamie.drysdale and he’s supposed to be a good fiancé😐

| trevorzegras I am! Literally comforting her right now

dylanduke25 you made luke cry

| lhughes_06 you said you wouldn’t tell!!

| ynzegras: awe moosey come to my room group cry!

| lhughes_06 🏃‍♀️ coming!

anaheimducks little duckling😭🧡

| ynzegras it’s the cutest nickname ever!!😭

elblue6 best son in law!!🧡

| trevorzegras: oh I’m crying now

| _quinnhughes jack and I comforting him cause we’re crying too, jacks crying cause now him and trevor are related

canucks: congrats!!!

njdevils: little ducking will be getting a devils jersey from every player on the team!

| ynzegras jacks will be the favorite one!

| jackhughes I didn’t think I had any more tears left till I saw this comment

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x hughes reader #jamie drysdale #alex torcotte #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes #ellen hughes

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jaguarhome · 10 months ago

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so i’ve been “wanting” something and i guess you could said that i have A LOT of “circumstances” and usually without knowing ourselves we would think it’s impossible to get the thing.

i’ve encountered nd beginning of January and at first i really thought it was the same thing than LOA (i was in loa for two years maybe?)

i’ve went within and took pointers and watched couple videos and i really thought i was on the right track.

but i woke up this morning and got “bad news” about the thing i wanted and now i am even wondering what am i doing wrong?

i know i am “ ” and everything is “ ”. nd is not a method but when you know your true self you can do whatever you want because you are God. there’s nothing to do just Be

ive been doing all that and actually felt really good but then i woke up this morning and the illusion is crap. and i don’t think i’ve been forcing the illusion to change, i went within, i imagined and treated it like a present moment and applied everything bloggers said to apply and dropped the things i didn’t felt like it

but still…

like wtf am i doing wrong i really don’t get it?

🎳 thank you !

The thing is that you believe to be a human that is doing this things, imagining as a human, applying as human, trying as a human. There is no trying, there is no human and there is no change either, just the seeming appearence of a change.

If you really know you are " " why would you be affected by this bad news? they mean nothing if you don't label it as bad, neither they are the absolute true and absolutely permanent, you are the only permanent thing, this circumstance is not.

about if you are doing something wrong.

How can you exist wrongly? Like, you wake up one day and feel like "aah, i don't feel like i exist enough today"? Sounds ridiculous, no?

There is not wrong or right, just the illusion of these labels. 🫶

#beingness #ask

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kayentokk · 1 year ago

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MHA Boys X s/o with a fear of bugs

Pairing; Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shōto x GN! Reader. (Separate)

contains; fluff, bug killing

wc;1720

A/N; sorry! I haven’t posted in a while, Lowkey had writers block. I’m back though! :)

❀Katsuki Bakugo ❀

Tbh dudes a grump lyt but a grump

Prolly so done with you

Like he just woke up can’t even process wtf is goin on

He’s got sleep itis bad

He has to be in bed by 9:30 and wake up at 5 to train

Sleep is super important

And you tell him it’s a bug

Like you woke me up and ruined my sleep schedule for a bug

He thinks ur kidding

So done with you ngl

Eventually kills it

Not happy

:/ 5.5/10

❀”….ski…Kats…..ki!” Bakugo rolled over and tried to get comfortable again, tuning out the noises. Then the groggy feeling of being shook out of his sleep, his oh so wonderful sleep, hit him. “Hm,” he grunts almost questioningly.

He wasn’t fully awake yet, he could save his sleep. If only you would stop fucking shaking him!

“What woman?!” He said shaking you off of him and hurrying his face into his pillow.

“‘Tsuki! There’s a bug! In the bathroom, and I really gotta go!”

He does a full 360. He sits up, drags his hands over his face, and just looks at you. He’s just staring, almost into space, the worlds blankest stare. It’s in between morning confusion, anger, oblivion, and more confusion.

“…what?”

“It’s urgent! How many times do I have to say it! There’s a bug in the bathroom, and I needa go!”

“…you woke me up….for a bug?”

“Yes! A really big bug!”

He’s fuming mad, he seriously can’t believe you right now. A bug? Really?! He can’t even be bothered by this right now, so he simply lays back down and pulls the covers over his head.

You immediately pull the covers back and shake him awake once again, “wake up you big lump! It’s almost time for you to get up anyways!”

“I still have,” he tilts his head towards the digital clock on his nightstand, “7 minutes.”

“Come on! The bug is gonna get away by then, please?!”

He drawls out the worlds longest sigh, and tussles out of the bed with an attitude. He grumbles all the way to the bathroom, ‘can’t believe y’woke me up for some dumb bug, he grumbles while he kills the bug, ‘all y’hafta do is smash it’, and while he walks back getting into bed with 5 minutes to spare, ‘wasn’t that fuckin hard’

“Thanks Kats!” You say enthusiastically.

“Yeah yeah, just go pee now, don’t wake me up again either.”

He was not happy when his alarm clock rang five minutes later, and his sleep schedule was now two minutes off. ❀

❀ Todoroki Shōto ❀

He’s super chill about it ngl

You’re just over his house hanging out

It’s getting near night time tho so you tell him you’re finna shower

He hears this high pitched scream

Immediately thinks smth is wrong

Rushes to the rescue

Gets to the bathroom and is utterly confused

Till you step out the way and he sees the bug

You don’t even have to say anything

He quickly grabs a paper towel and disposes of it

:) 9/10 -1pt for killing it ig(for the bug lovers out there sorry)

❀ “Shō, I’m gonna go shower real quick. Then we can maybe watch a movie after?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll start looking for one.”

You smile softly and begin to walk up the stairs where a lovely hot shower awaits you. Well not so lovely because the moment you pulled back the curtain, you screamed in horror.

It was like a dark purple worm looking thing, and it was in the tub. Not even a minute later Todoroki makes his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. He didn’t even ask what was wrong, he quickly grabbed a paper towel and disposed of the bug.

“It’s raining and cold out, all the bugs are finding their way in,” he said nonchalantly.

Afterward, you were too paranoid to take your shower though, so you had him do a full inspection of the bathroom, and you made him sit in the bathroom with you until you were done in the shower. ❀

❀ Izuku Midoriya ❀

He’s such a softie :(

He just can’t bring himself to kill it

Even though you’re standing on the couch

Hiding behind a pillow

Screaming ‘kill it! Kill it Zu please!’

He just can’t

Gently traps the bug in a cup

And releases it outside far away.

10/10

❀ “AHHHH!”

“What?! What’s wrong y/n?!” Izuku rushed out of his room into the living room in a panic.

You’re shaking and pointing to the wall opposite from you, the one with the TV amounted onto it with various pictures of you and Izuku.

“It’s a spider! Kill it! It’s so big, Izu!”

You’re standing on the couch at this point grasping the cute brown throw pillow for dear life. For a moment, Izuku finds this situation a little funny and kinda adorable.

“Ok ok, calm down I’ll get it.”

He went to the kitchen to grab a paper towel but then he thought about that poor spider, and its-his- poor life. He switched out the paper towel for a cup, and came back to living room. He trapped the spider and waited for it to climb into the cup, and then he ran outside far away from the house, and set it free. ❀

❀ Eijiro Kirishima ❀

Now listen

He’s a super manly man and all

He’d do anything for you beautycool

But when you screamed ‘Eiji it’s a bug help!’

He bout lost his shit

He said

🏃‍♀️

Fuck a bug

Hell no

And he’s not doing it

This man-

Calls his best bakubro

And asks him to come over

Just to kill a bug

You were so stuck on that the whole day

Even after Bakugo left right after killing the bug and almost killing Kirishima

That’s the day you learned that’s the only time he can’t help you

6/10 cuz at least the bug was gone

❀ “Eiji! Eiji help!”

He immediately rushes into the room, “what’s wrong?!”

“There’s a bug! Eiji! Kill it!”

My boy does a full 180 and runs out the room.

“Eiji! What are you doing?!” You shouted from the bedroom.

“I’m gonna save you don’t worry!” He says as if you’ve been captured.

He quickly dials his best man, Bakubro, who picks up the phone irritated but gets concerned due to the urgency in Kirishimas voice. He tells Kirishima that he’ll be right over.

“Don’t worry pebble, reinforcements will be here soon!”

“What?!”

Just then harsh knocks were heard from the door, and you knew he had called Bakugo.

He storms in asking Kirishima what’s wrong because he’s actually worried, and he’s confused as to why Kirishima looks so calm.

“Listen Bakubro-“

“Don’t call me that! Just spit it out!”

“There’s a bug.”

“A bug-“

“Yes! But a really big one and it’s in the top corner of my bedroom, how will I be able to sleep at night if you don’t-“

“You sounded so distraught over the phone, for a bug,” uh-oh that’s his ‘you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me voice’

“Well I mean it’s not just a bug it’s-“

“Don’t finish that sentence, I’ve had enough of your stupidity for one day.”

He walks into the room, to see you just awkwardly standing on the bed the farthest away from the spider.

“H-hey I just wanted to make sure it didn’t move…Eijiro was supposed to kill it-“

“Yeah, I know. Shitty hair does not do bugs. I come over here like twice a week for this exact reas-“

Before he could finish his sentence, Kirishima came into the room blazing. He had paper towels, Lysol spray, and for some reason a bowl on his head.

“Here! I grabbed all the stuff!”

“That’s too much shitty- never mind, hand me a paper towel.”

He quickly hands the paper towels over, bakugo goes to the corner, jumps up, and kills the bug.

“My hero!” Kirishima said jokingly.

“Yeah yeah, see ya shitty hair,” he said heading towards the door. ❀

❀ Denki Kaminari ❀

We’ve got another one folks

He’d do anything for you

But bugs-

9 times out of 10 you’re saving him

You know he doesn’t like bugs

So when he walked in the house while you were in the midst of looking for the bug you accidentally let in

That was not a good mix

Your little ‘Denki there’s a bug if you see it tell me so I can get it’

Had him panicking

He stayed millimeters away from you

Aka he was all up in your bubble

Then all of a sudden

This man

The one who’s training to become a hero

Hides behind you

Screaming about how he sees the bug

4/10 cuz you had to take care of the bug but he was cute tho

❀ It’s around here somewhere, you just know it. While bringing the groceries into the apartment, you accidentally let a moth in. You had looked around but figured it would come out sooner or later, and started preparing some ramen.

Minutes later, Kaminari walked in, and even though you knew he was gonna freak out you figured if you told him about it upfront he’d be okay. Boy, were you wrong.

“Why are you being so nonchalant about this?! A MOTH THATS PROLLY THE SIZE OF MY HAND IS FLYING AROUND!”

“Babe, calm down. Moths aren’t that big-“

“YEAH RIGHT!”

“Just stay in the kitchen with me then, it’s fine.”

And of course as soon as you said that it came flying out from behind the couch cushion and into the kitchen.

“Ahhhh! ITS RIGHT THERE!” He says cowering behind your leg.

“Ok ok scaredy cat I’m gonna let it out.”

The moth was just flying around the light, so you went to the door opened it and turned off the light in hopes of the moth not swarming it anymore. Slowly, but surely it flew out of the door.

You closed it shut going back into the kitchen to check on your fearless boyfriend.

“It’s gone.”

“You lied to me! It was huge!”

“I think you’re exaggerating a little denks.”

“No you’re under exaggerating.”

You guys debated about the size of the moth throughout dinner, and he was paranoid the rest of the week. ❀

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