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egcdeath · 6 months ago

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tags: @hannibaldaughter @ghostheartbeat @tapesfrom1980 @yoitsme-04

the old college try

summary: you reconnect with an unexpected guest at the creator of your scholarship’s dinner party.

pairing: patrick zweig x reader

warnings: stanford era, sassy reader, situationship, a touch of family drama, mentions of putting an etsy love spell on someone, arguing, emotional immaturity, maybe not the best decisions from our lovely characters, kindaaaa open ending

word count: 4.6k

author’s note: i am absolutely addicted to all things ex!patrick. i hope you enjoy reading this!

“This is my son, Patrick.”

Your stomach dropped the second the woman’s son turned around, familiar light eyes and scruffy appearance immediately taking you back to your tumultuous third semester of college.

You remembered it like it was yesterday—the extended periods without contact followed by a surprise appearance at your dorm room, or the drawn out arguments on the phone that left every passerby giving you—the angry woman on the phone in her pajamas on the sidewalk—a strange look, and even the few good times you had with him.

You blinked once to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you, then felt an onslaught of realization hit you at once. Despite your several month on-and-off situationship with Patrick, you never learned much identifying information about him, including his last name. In fact, that had been something you’d argued about multiple times. The two of you barely knew each other, save for each others’ bodies, which you unfortunately both knew very well.

Had you known that Patrick was the son of Mrs. Zweig, donor to your scholarship, you wouldn’t have accepted the invite to this family event.

Mrs. Zweig seemed to recognize the shock and confusion on both of your faces. While you didn’t think your mouth was agape, there was certainly a high chance that it was. “You two already know each other?” she asked, looking amused.

“No,” you quickly replied.

“Yeah,” Patrick said, his words coming out at the same time as yours.

“Yes,” you tried again, trying to get your story straight.

“No,” he said this time, your voices overlapping once more.

She glanced between the two of you skeptically before humming aloud. “Hmm. Well, I’ll let you two chat and connect, or reconnect, whatever it is you’re doing.”

She was off without much more fanfare, leaving you very flustered in her wake.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Patrick asked you, getting right in your face like he always did when the two of you argued. It was almost slightly nostalgia-inducing.

“What are you doing here?” It was a stupid question, given that he had been introduced as the son of your beneficiary. Of course he would be at a family function. This was his family, after all. But you were flustered, as anyone else in your shoes would be, and words were currently failing you.

“Zweig doesn’t ring a bell?” he asked. When you responded with a wordless shake of your head, he chuckled in annoyance and disbelief. It all felt very familiar. “What was it that you always used to say to me? ‘You don’t even know what my middle name is?’”

You crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes, not knowing where the discussion was going, but not liking it regardless.

In response to your non-verbal response, he leaned in close to your ear, clearly not trying to let on to the rest of the attendees the level of drama that was currently occurring in their midst.

“You hypocrite.”

The words he spat were simple, but effective—leaving you simultaneously filled with rage and oddly, a little aroused.

He walked off after that, using self restraint that you weren’t actually sure that he had. Knowing Patrick, he would be back and spewing vitriol in your face or in your ear whenever he next had the opportunity.

You were taking a very different approach to the situation. Now that you knew Patrick was at the event, you were determined to do everything humanly possible to avoid bumping into him.

You talked to any and everyone you could find, trying to ignore the fact that you could feel Patrick’s eyes searing into you, no matter what part of the room you were in. He was clearly waiting for the moment he could pounce on you once again, evidenced by the way he seemed to start going on the move whenever you stopped talking to someone.

Somehow, you were still one step quicker than him, quickly maneuvering yourself into new conversations or inserting yourself into the conversations of others.

You weren’t sure what Patrick so badly wanted to tell you anyway. Maybe taunt you about some new conquest he was with, or to beg you to come home with him after dinner. Unfortunately, the latter proposition didn’t sound all that bad.

Other than your issue of avoiding conversation with Patrick, you were also facing another challenge: People trying to introduce the two of you to each other. You weren’t sure what it was that made people think that the two of you needed to meet so badly—from Patrick’s mom, who had been insisting for weeks that you meet her son, to a random cousin who happened to think that you’d like each other. You wished you could tell them that you’d already met each other, and that you’d magnificently crashed and burned.

Briefly wanting to get away from the repetitive small talk and questions about if you’ve met the person you were in a messy situationship with, you found your way to a bathroom—but not without being followed in.

“What the fuck?” you said immediately as the door behind you shut.

“We need to talk,” Patrick said plainly, locking the door behind him.

“Unlock that,” you demanded, not because you were all that afraid of your safety, but because you wanted a quick exit plan if he started to really piss you off.

“Fine,” he conceded, unlocking the door. “But don’t act weird if someone walks in on us.”

“Walks in on us?” you laughed, parroting his words. “There won’t be anything to walk in on. I mean, you can’t seriously think I’m going to fuck you at a family dinner.”

You were about 95% sure of your words, but that other 5% was thinking about the logistics of getting your tight dress off in that small bathroom.

“I didn’t come in here to fuck you,” he explained.

“Then what are you here for?” you asked, confused about what else he could possibly want from you.

“We need to get our story straight. I can’t have a repeat of that conversation with my mom.”

“Why does it matter? I’ll just stay away from you for the rest of the night. I’ll expect you to do the same, then there won’t be any issues.”

“That won’t work. Have you seen the seating chart for tonight?”

“Seating chart?” you scoffed. It seemed ridiculous, but it made sense. For people rich enough to create and fund scholarships, it made sense that a large dinner for friends and family members would come equipped with a seating chart. Besides, you were sure there were people with dietary restrictions in your midst. “How would I have known there was a seating chart, let alone look at it ahead of time?”

“Well, a little spoiler: you and I are sitting next to each other.”

“What the hell? Who did that?”

“I don’t know! Stop looking at me like this is my fault.” Now that he mentioned it, you were currently glaring at Patrick. “It must’ve been my mom. I swear she’s been telling everyone that you and I need to get together. Everyone’s been telling me all night that we need to meet.”

“God, I thought it was just me. Is this a family of matchmakers or something? Or are they trying to help you out with your fear of commitment?”

“I don’t have- can you just focus instead of trying to be funny? We’re gonna be next to each other all night and people are going to be asking us questions. So what are we going to tell them?”

“You don’t want to tell them about you leading me on for months?” you asked innocently, not trying very hard to hide the contempt behind your words.

“No, you’re right,” Patrick agreed with you, fake thoughtfulness in his tone. “Now that I think about it, maybe we should tell them about the love spell you paid some Etsy witch to put on me.”

You instantly felt your cheeks warm at the mention of such an embarrassing action.

“That was a joke and you know it.” It wasn’t a joke. It was a dark period of time for you. “So what do you suggest we tell them?”

“That we’re just friends,” he said simply.

“They aren’t gonna be suspicious that you’ve never brought me up before?” you probed, part of you wondering the logic behind his decision, and the other part of you wondering if he’d ever brought you, his situationship, up to his friends or family.

“Doubt it,” he dismissed with ease.

You were only a little disappointed, but not at all surprised. “So what’s the story?”

“That we met when I was visiting Stanford.”

“That’s true, though.”

“Just leave it at that. We met once or twice through mutual friends,” he directed.

“Okay,” you shrugged. “Anything else I should know?”

“Just that you look really hot tonight,” he said, biting his lip and unabashedly checking you out.

“Okay. Goodbye,” you didn’t bother humoring him, though his words did satisfy you. You left the bathroom and didn’t spare a glance back, even as you heard him leave a few minutes later.

After the torture that was socializing with people whose sole purpose seemed to be setting you up with your ex fling, you’d all been summoned to sit down for dinner. Just as Patrick warned you, you sat down at a seat that was directly next to him. You wished you could switch seats with someone else, putting their nameplate next to him and hoping that no one would be any wiser, but you couldn’t see a world where that would work out for you.

Eventually, Patrick sat down next to you, clearly trying his best not to look at you too closely, lest someone catch on to the fact that you two knew each other.

You did your best to be a fly on the wall in the conversation that the people around you were having. You poked around at your salad and wondered if you focused hard enough on the leaves, if you’d be able to disappear.

“So, have you two had the chance to meet?” someone asked from across the table, directing the question to you and Patrick. Clearly, your plan of disappearing hadn’t worked out after all.

“Yeah! We actually know each other already,” you explained, directing a friendly smile towards whatever cousin or family friend you were speaking to. Clearly, Patrick didn’t trust your answering abilities, as he butt into the conversation before you could finish speaking.

“We have some mutual friends, so we’ve crossed paths once or twice,” Patrick clarified, attempting to give more context to your relationship. Technically, it was true. While you weren’t necessarily friends with the man who inadvertently set you up, you’d been invited to a party being hosted by some tennis player in your accounting class who played with Patrick at some point, and met at that very event.

Despite the many partygoers, Patrick seemed instantly drawn to you, or at least, was instantly attracted to you, based on the way that he openly checked you out as he approached you. Normally, that kind of thing would make you roll your eyes and walk away, but you’d been intrigued by his looks and his shameless demeanor. If only you could go back in time to tell yourself to roll your eyes and walk away.

“But we don’t know each other very well,” you added. That, you firmly believed was true. Patrick may have known what position made you cum quickest, but he didn’t know a thing that actually mattered about you. He probably couldn’t even tell you what your major was.

“What a coincidence you ended up here, then,” the other man, whose name you couldn’t remember, commented. “Did Patrick help you get the scholarship?”

“What?” you tried not to sound too offended, though you very much were. You tried to remind yourself that saying the wrong thing could cost you your entire higher education, and ended up laughing off the very rude allegation. “It’s really just a funny coincidence.”

To your surprise, Patrick jumped to your defense. “Unlike you and your seat on the board, there’s no nepotism here. We met long after she already got the scholarship, which she earned. She’s one of the most dedicated students I know.”

His words surprised you. The argumentative ones calling out his relative, not so much, but you were a little impressed by the way that he stood firm on the fact that you were a good student. Sure, he witnessed you studying for midterms in your dorm room every now and then—even if at the time he’d been trying to distract you from your work to get some attention—and now that you were thinking about it, he did bring you flowers after he found out you’d made it onto the Dean’s List.

Maybe Patrick hadn’t been all that bad of a… you didn’t even know what, after all. But that was certainly a thought you were only entertaining due to his sweet behavior he was currently exhibiting. The fact that you were a whole year out from your entanglement and still couldn’t define what the hell happened between the two of you was a testament to how much of a mess your relationship was.

“Not that you know too many students,” his relative laughed in that stuck-up rich person's laugh they all seemed to have. You tried to ignore how you were already getting caught in family politics, getting your academic ability called into question in the crossfire of an easy insult Patrick dealt to his family member. “Pat’s too busy going around the world hitting balls. How’s that going, by the way?”

From what you’d observed in your own efforts to see what he was up to, they weren’t going great. Notably, after you’d cut things off with him, his performance decreased significantly.

“It’s going well,” Patrick said with false confidence that you saw right through. If you could see right through it, you were sure that his family members were able to do the same. A brief glance at the woman in front of you who was clearly attempting to suppress a laugh confirmed this for you immediately.

It was almost a little pathetic to see, watching Patrick lie so obviously to an audience that couldn’t even pretend to believe him. Seeing how he stepped in to help you out, it was only fair that you did the same for him. Even if he hadn’t done so, you were starting to become embarrassed for him.

“Have you been to any of his matches recently?” you asked, interrupting their mockery of Patrick. “He did a really great job at the French Open. I mean, even making it to the French Open is really impressive.”

Not that you’d been at any of the matches, but you occasionally Googled his name to see what he was up to. Even more occasionally, you turned on ESPN to see if you could catch any footage of him playing. But it wasn’t like you even really cared.

Okay. You cared a little bit.

Most of the time, you were rooting for him to fail, as is the right of all bitter exes. But now was not the time for you to share that information. Not when Patrick was looking at you like you were crazy, and his family members were eyeing you suspiciously.

That was when you remembered that the two of you weren’t supposed to know each other very well. You instantly tried your best to cover up your tracks. “But I don’t know a lot about tennis, that’s just what our friend told me.” Considering that you hadn’t spoken to Art since Accounting 223 ended, he did not actually share this information with you.

“Huh. Do you guys talk about Patrick a lot?” you were trying your best not to fold under the skeptical look she was giving you.

“Only when he’s doing something cool. Which isn’t very often,” it was a good save, which left the rest of the table laughing at your little dig at Patrick. You were starting to understand his family dynamic a little more, and it didn’t exactly seem like a pleasant one.

You could practically feel his betrayed gaze searing into you, but you did your best to ignore it. You were already feeling guilt gnaw into you about hanging him back out to dry with a family who already liked to pick on him.

“You know, that actually reminds me. You said you don’t know much about tennis, but I remember seeing you play a little bit. How’s that going?” Patrick asked you, his question obviously trying to reveal something embarrassing about you. You instantly felt the blood drain from your face at the mention of your attempt to play the sport.

Your brief stint with tennis was mainly born out of your desire to see Patrick more often. After your run-in at his friend’s party, you were determined to put yourself in the type of situations that would allow you to ‘accidentally’ run into Patrick.

You started off simple, going to the tennis matches for Stanford’s men’s team, hoping that Patrick would eventually show up in the stands to support his friend. Despite your incessant searching of the stands, you were never able to find Patrick amongst the crowd of students, fans, and supportive family members.

Never one to give up easily, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Maybe if you were a little sportier, Patrick would take an interest in you, reaching out to you so you wouldn’t ever have to make the first move. You spent the evening perusing sporting goods stores with your roommate, putting cute tennis outfits and equipment that you couldn’t really afford on a credit card.

The next morning, the two of you got up bright and early to hit the tennis courts before anyone else arrived. The game seemed simple enough, but proved to be far more difficult than either of you anticipated. After half an hour of attempting to play with frankly awful technique, you decided to call it quits and do a photoshoot instead.

Feeling satisfied with pictures that featured your best angles and the slightest hint of breeze blowing up your skirt, you decided to post your photos on social media with a caption about how much you loved tennis. That was sure to get Patrick’s attention.

Just as you’d suspected, not long after you posted, you received a message from Patrick, casually asking about how things were going with you. Your faux interest in tennis had been promptly abandoned.

Surprised at the fact that Patrick was bringing up your very blatant bait of him, you were caught slightly off guard. “Oh, I was never really super into it,” you attempted to dismiss.

“That’s news to me,” he chuckled. “I swear, you told me about how you were super into tennis. Was that just a phase, or…?”

He eyed you mischievously, clearly challenging you to a match of whatever mind game it was that he wanted to play with you. Unluckily for him, you were in the mood to play–and win.

“Something like that. I guess I just figured out that tennis really wasn’t for me. But you know, college is a time to try out new things. See what you like, what you don’t like. And man, I really didn’t like tennis.”

Obviously, you weren’t talking just about tennis. You hoped that Patrick was able to catch onto the not-so-subtle subtext.

“I don’t know, I thought you liked tennis a lot. Thought it was good for you,” Patrick commented casually, going back to his food before looking back at you.

“It was surprisingly pretty toxic,” you replied easily.

“Are you sure you didn’t share a part in that toxicity? With a sport like tennis, you really get out what you put in.”

“Sure, but I didn’t put in nearly as much toxicity as I was getting from it.”

“Of course you’d think that,” Patrick murmured.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“It means that you think you’re so guiltless, but you played a bigger role in… tennis not working out than you’re acting like you did.”

“Please, enlighten me on how I could’ve made tennis work out better for me.”

“I just think maybe you’re being a little too hard on tennis in comparison to what really happened.”

“Just because you have a nice racket and a little more experience than me doesn’t mean you’re an expert on how bad things were for me. Seriously, Patrick. You actually don’t have a clue about what I was going through.”

“Are you guys still talking about tennis?” someone asked with a forced laugh, breaking the thick tension at the table. There was a stiff, awkward chuckle from your fellow dinner companions. It was almost as if you’d forgotten that you were at his family’s dinner, bitterly arguing with Patrick in loosely coded language. You should have the shame to feel embarrassed, but you mostly felt agitated with Patrick.

“Obviously,” Patrick replied. “What else would we be talking about?”

“Oh yeah. Obviously,” they said stiffly. “So like, are you sure you two don’t know each other that well?”

“We really don’t,” you quickly replied.

“Why would we lie about that?” Patrick said, your voices overlapping.

As if arguing about something that was very obviously a metaphor for your relationship wasn’t suspicious enough, this reaction certainly didn’t help your case. It was ridiculous to attempt to keep up this façade when it was becoming more and more clear to anyone at the table with eyes to see and ears to hear that you two were more than casual, mutual friends.

“Actually, we did lie. We were friends for a little while,” you confessed.

“Friends?” Patrick parroted with a scoff. He looked at you with disbelief before shaking his head. “Excuse me,” he announced before standing up and walking off from the table.

The rest of the table looked at you expectantly, which you took as your cue to follow Patrick to wherever he was sulking off to. “Sorry. Excuse me.”

The two of you said nothing as you followed Patrick out to his back patio. The fresh, cold air felt nice after a suffocating, stressful evening. As Patrick sat down on a piece of comfortable furniture, you wordlessly sat across from him.

“Just go. Back inside, back home, I don’t give a shit. I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“Clearly you do,” you replied, watching him dig in his pocket for a cigarette to no avail. He finally found a loose cigarette and brought it to his lips, ignoring you as he lit it up.

“Don’t blow it in my face,” you warned him, though you wouldn’t mind taking a drag or two from it.

“I won’t,” he replied, words muffled around the cigarette at his lips.

The two of you sat in silence before he spoke once more. “Do you seriously feel like we were just friends?”

“Jesus,” you laughed at the question, unbelieving that Patrick would think all of your desperate acts to try to get him to commit to you could be interpreted as anything but romantic. “Of course we weren’t just friends. But you try describing what we had to someone who wasn’t a witness to the train wreck that was our relationship.”

“We were…” he trailed off as he thought about how to describe your relationship. “Friends with benefits?”

“Sure,” you replied, though you obviously disagreed with him. “You know, this is exactly why things didn’t work out. I wanted to be with you so badly and you refused to acknowledge that we had a connection any deeper than physical until it was convenient for you.”

“Did you expect me to spell out how I felt about you when I was showing you how I felt?” he asked as if it were the most obvious question in the world.

“Actually, yes. Clearly we were not on the same page about how we felt if you thought that you were being so obvious while I was over-analyzing every single word you’d ever said to me to try to figure out how you felt about me.”

“Are you serious? You were the one who was impossible to understand. One day you wanted me to take you out on a date and hold you in your little twin sized bed afterward, and the next you didn’t want to speak to me. How was I supposed to interpret that?”

“Patrick, you were doing the same thing to me! I was just so mad at you. Like, constantly. Even though I had feelings for you. My friends were always telling me I’m an idiot for letting you treat me that way, so obviously I tried to start pushing you away. But even with everything, I still really liked you, so I couldn’t fully stay away from you,” you explained, hoping that your disjointed words would make sense to him.

It truly was a very complicated situation. Part of you wondered if you had communicated this earlier, if things might have ended differently for you.

Patrick seemed to be thinking deeply about your words before he spoke again. “Do you ever still think about me?”

You had two options for approaching his question. You could lie, like you hadn’t made it abundantly clear earlier that you still, at the very least, pay attention to his tennis career, or you could tell the truth and risk having your feelings hurt again.

“Sometimes,” you confessed, going with the latter. “I’m mostly still really annoyed with the way you treated me, and the fact that I let you treat me that way. But sometimes I miss you, anyway.”

“Then let’s do things differently this time,” he proposed as if it was the best and brightest idea he’d ever had. “I miss you, too. It shouldn’t have taken us breaking up for me to realize how much I need you in my life, but it did.”

“What are you saying, Patrick?” you asked, trying to make sure that you fully understood his proposition. Was he trying to get you back?

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he spelled out for you. “I want to treat you better than I ever did before. I’ve thought about everything that went down between us, and I think that we can make it work this time if we just try to be honest with each other. What do you think?”

You were shocked at the offer. If someone had told you going into this dinner that you would end it with your former situationship asking you to be with him, you would’ve laughed in their face. Yet, his proposition, and the fact that you wanted to say yes, didn’t exactly feel like a laughing matter.

You paused as you stopped to consider your options. Your gut instinct was to say yes—you’d wanted him for so long, and he clearly wasn’t over you. You obviously had some things you needed to work through before you really made this relationship work, but the feelings were there. The more logical part of your brain was telling you to say no—Patrick had hurt you so many times before, that there was no telling if he would hurt you again.

“Sure. Let’s try it,” you said, ignoring all of the logic in your head and fully following where the passion in your heart wanted to take you.

You couldn’t be sure if this would end in another heartbreak for you, but you weren’t so sure that you cared either.

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tapesfrom1980 · 2 years ago

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exclusive | lip gallagher

(nsfw!)

you and lip gallagher had always been close friends, you met when he was your tutor and ended up hitting it off together.

sometimes you’d have sex together but there was never really any romance involved, he was your tutor after all.

“got anything planned tonight?” lip asked as he lit a cigarette in between his lips. you were putting your jeans back on after another tutoring session.

“some guy from my calculus class invited me out to the movies, figured i’d go since i don’t really go out much.” you shrugged, slipping your shirt back on.

“so, a date?”

“i guess? it’s supposed to be a good movie so.” you looked in the mirror fixing your lipstick before picking up your bag and your car keys.

“see you tomorrow?” you turned to lip, who looked a little more serious now. his jaw clenched but he nodded anyways.

“yeah, see ya.”

you sighed for what seemed like the 50th time. you weren’t having a good time and the guy who asked you out ended up being a jerk.

all he’s done is talked about himself and cutting you off while talking. now that the movie started, you hadn’t talked at all, and he’s been putting his hand on your skirt but it didn’t feel right.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” you got up without waiting for his response. you grabbed your phone and your purse, ready to go home and ghost the guy.

you walk out the theater room and walk over to the trash to throw out your strawberry milkshake before you accidentally bump into someone.

“oh shit, i’m so sorry.” you look up to see a familiar face who had been the one to bump into you. the milkshake had spilled onto your chest area and it was dripping to your stomach.

“fuck. lip what are you doing here?” you tried your best to not snap at him as you felt the liquid oozing down your torso.

“uh, i’m not sure.” you looked at him with a ‘what the fuck’ look.

“oh my god. let me go clean this up first then we’ll talk.”

“i’ll help you.” he grabbed your arm gently. you just nodded without saying anything, too irritated to even respond.

you walked into the family bathroom, seeing as lip couldn’t go in with you into the girls one. you grabbed paper towels as soon as you opened the door and desperately tried cleaning off the milkshake off your shirt.

it was a brand new shirt that cost you almost 50 bucks and you were not about to let it go to the trash just like that.

lip grabbed more paper towel and ran it under the sink for 5 seconds before also trying to clean off the stain.

he was trying hard to not wipe across your chest area to avoid making you uncomfortable. there was no one else in the bathroom and other than the loud air vent it was quiet. you could hear and feel his warm breathing.

you but your lip when he wiped an exposed area on your chest, the paper was cold and it sent shivers down your spine.

“sorry, i’m almost done.” lip whispered lowly, noticing your expression.

“it’s fine.” you breathed out. you looked at your reflection in the mirror. some of the smaller stains were coming off but for the most part there was no point, the shirt was gonna have a big stain either way.

“lip it’s fine, i’ll just put it in the washer when i get home and see if it comes off.” you looked him in the eyes as he stopped wiping.

“you sure? some of it is coming off.” you nodded with a small smile.

“i can give you my jacket if you want, just so you don’t have to walk around with the stains.”

“yeah, i’d really like that, thank you.” you grinned at him as he took his jacket off. you made eye contact while he handed you his jacket and a familiar feeling rose up in your stomach.

you grabbed the jacket and set it down on the counter, lip looking at you in confusion. before he could say anything, you pulled up your shirt over your head, exposing your torso. you set your shirt down on the sink counter and looked at lip directly.

“uh, are you gonna put it on?” he avoided eye contact with you as his face got more and more red as he looked at you in your baby pink bra. you didn’t say anything, just stepped closer to him to the point where your face were inches away from each other.

“not right now, no.” you answered, tracing your fingers over his jawline. you could already feel his growing boner near your area.

he was silent for a second, almost like he was thinking of what to say or do next.

“fuck y/n.” was all he said before he pushed you up against the wall firmly and pushed his lips against yours. he seemed so desperate for you that it was giving you butterflies. you put your hands in his hair as he lifted you up, putting your legs around his waist as he kissed you deeper.

“lip.” you moaned loudly as he started kissing your neck area. he didn’t say anything, instead carried you over to the sink counter and set you down.

“may i?” he asked as he kneeled down slightly, hands on your skirt. you gave him an enthusiastic nod, too excited and horny to say anything else. he slowly brought your skirt down and then your panties which he didn’t fail to see were soaking wet.

you gasped slightly once the feeling of his tongue was across your vagina. he started slowly and made sure to drag his tongue across every area and lightly suck on the spots that made you whimper. your hands found their way into his hair and tugged at it everytime something felt good.

lips tongue around your pussy was a sensation you couldn’t even put into words. he hit every spot and he knew it. he’d make sure to suck on the most sensitive spots and tease you every here and then until you shoved his face back in there.

“lip oh my god” you tried to breathe out, “someone’s gonna come in” you moaned as he looked up at you with his tongue deep in.

“then let them see” you almost rolled your eyes at him. you wanted him inside of you already.

“gallagher just fuck me please.” you felt him let out a small laugh before he got up. he didn’t even say anything, just brought you down and turned you, ass facing towards him.

he slapped your ass once and went close to your ear. “you’re all mine. i don’t want you to be with anyone else i’m all yours so you have to be all mine.” chills ran down your spine as he kissed your ear.

“okay” you breathed out as he slapped again. “i wanna hear a yes.” he slapped it again.

“i’m all yours gallagher, all yours.”

“that’s what i wanted to fucking hear, good girl.” he said in satisfaction. without warning, he started pounding into your tight pussy and held on to a patch of your hair as he went back and forth.

“oh FUCK lip.” you moaned out loud as you held onto the counter for balance. you were used to the rough sex, but this was a whole different level.

“shit you feel so good.”

“lip im gonna cum.” it hadn’t even been that long but this was a whole new different sensation and he was hitting all the right spots.

“don’t cum till i tell you you can.” you would’ve rolled your eyes at that if he hadn’t been pounding into you and making you moan out his name.

“lip oh my fucking…please.”

“just wait princess wait till i tell you.”

you held onto the counter with your life as you tried to hold in your orgasm like lip ordered. before you knew it, the door was opening.

“what the fuck?” a middle aged woman screamed as she saw lips bare ass and you against the counter.

“shit shit go y/n!” lip quickly pulled you down and pulled his pants up before anyone got you guys. you ran out as security chased behind you.

you quickly got into lips car out of breath, lip wasting no time to turn it on to drive off.

“oh my fucking god.” you looked at each other not knowing what to say.

“you left me with blue balls.”

“i??? left you with blue balls??”

there was a silence before you guys started laughing about the whole thing, adrenaline still in your system. you knew you were gonna finish what was started when you got home. you’d just have to be quieter this time.

#tapesfrom1980 #shameless #shameless smut #lip gallagher #lip #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x y/n #jeremy allen white #jeremy allen white x reader #lip gallagher smut #jeremy allen white smut

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tapesfrom1980 · 2 years ago

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can u do dating sean headcanons? and if u could keep it gender neutral-ish i would appreciate thank u <33

dating sean diaz would include..

IVE NEVER GOTTEN AN ASK/REQUEST THIS IS SO EXCITING YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME THANK YOU ENJOY <33333

-either frenemies to lovers or he just thought you were hot and you rejected him multiple times till you gave in a longgg time later and he never gave up <3

-definitely a bestfriends type of relationship, he’s very comfortable with you and he knows he can make jokes with you without worrying about hurting you

-he’s lowkey awkward at first just because he hasn’t really had real?? experience with relationships before but he’s so excited to finally have you he goes all out if he can

-he’ll get you concert tickets for one of your favorite artists and be like “just because I love you 😘”

-sometimes it’ll be estebans money too and if he gets caught he’ll yell at sean but make sure to say “it’s not your fault though y/n you did nothing wrong” and go back to scolding

-he didn’t know when to drop the L bomb since he’s never felt that way with someone and didn’t know when it was the right time to say it

-he eventually said it mid-argument and there was a lot of making out after that

-getting sketches of yourself that he drew basically everyday

-he draws you at the most random times, bummy looking or not

-his favorite is the one he did while you danced around his room to your favorite song

-he always draws you as an absolute angel and has some hung up

-even just in his school notebooks his doodling always goes to your face so a lot of his homework or quizzes have your face in some corner with little hearts around it

-daniel tries drawing you too, and you take some home with you even if it’s just you with a deformed blue face and wonky yellow eyes

-being ABSOLUTE besties with daniel

-sean tries to act like he hates sharing your attention but you know he likes that you love daniel as much as he does

-sometimes you’ll come early to the diaz house just to hang out with daniel

-“y/n? how long have you been here why didn’t you wake me up?”

-“daniel called me to help him with his new batman lego set”

-“…”

-he sometimes joins in your guys’s dates and sean tries kicking him out everytime

-being super close with esteban too

-he’s happy sean found someone who’s good for him and pushes him to be a better person

-gossiping with him while he’s working on a car

-usually it’s when sean is busy or you’re just annoyed at him

-“oh y/n, whatd he do now?”

-sometimes even while sean is in the room

-“i’m still here guys”

-weekly movie dates!!! drive ins or sneaking into the theater (sean says 15 bucks just to watch a movie is outrageous)

-getting him to listen to your favorite artists/bands

-sometimes he’ll pretend to hate it if it’s a genre he’d never listen to but you can see him trying not to drum his fingers or bop his head

-dragging him to every school event

-matching halloween costumes always

-if he wants to do a character you don’t know you’ll still match him for his sake vice versa

-if you have a pet he’ll probably try his hardest to befriend it even if he’s lowkey scared at first

-he’ll get jokingly jealous about you and your pet saying how you don’t give HIM that much love

-speaking of jealousy, he’s def the jealous type

-he’ll try to hide it but then say something petty to you or the person making him jealous

-“that wasn’t even that funny 😐”

-“you guys should go to that restaurant you’ve been talking so much about together”

-“sean 😒”

-lyla!!!!

-as both of sean’s bestfriends you guys are really close too

-“he will never get between us y/n.✊”

-lyla joking about how she has to third wheel even tho she’s absolutely happy you guys are together

-sean and lyla fighting over you

-“i don’t care if you and y/n are dating. i’m still the favorite. right y/n??? right??”

-making sure to include her at some point on valentine’s day too even if she pretends to hate it

-arcade dates & picnics <3

-sleepovers!!!!!!! always so much fun

-sometimes you’ll just lay in bed listening to music and it’s one of the most special moments together

WITH STORY PLOT

-you were with them minutes before that had happened, but you went to go pick up your guys’s food from the deli near the house

-you came back to esteban on the floor, the crashed cop car, and no sean and daniel

-you were so in shock nothing came out your mouth for a while

-once your brain processed what was happening you yelled around the house for sean and daniel

-you screamed and screamed till the other cops got to the scene

-even then you kept calling for the boys

-you didn’t know what to do with yourself you’d just seen your boyfriends dad dead on the floor and your boyfriend and his little brother missing

-when the cops explained what happened you were so disgusted about how the situation was handled and how sean had been blamed

-you knew sean and daniel, you knew sean and you knew the story was mixed up and the diaz boys were blamed obviously due to racism

-you never gave up looking for them, you went into the woods and everything

-you were looked down upon, even by your own parents, because it looked like you were supporting a “criminal”

-when sean finally called, you were so happy you bawled the entire time

-you were so so relieved he and daniel were alright

-you understood why he couldn’t tell you where they were or why he wouldn’t be able to call again

-he also didn’t tell you their location because he knew you’d try coming to them, he really did know your love for them both

-with one last goodbye and i love you, that was the last time you talked to sean

if you ran with them

-sean 100% didn’t want you to come with them

-you were in the house when it happened but you rushed outside, but the cop didn’t see you

-he knew that if you went with them you couldn’t come back without being taken in to custody as you were now an accomplice to them, things would never be the same and he couldn’t ask you to do that for him and daniel

-“y/n please, stay here” he was already in tears and his voice was cracking but you refused

-instead, you took your bag with more supplies and stuff that was already in visible view that you knew would be helpful for whatever situation you guys were going to be in

-“i don’t know why you’d think i’d leave you sean”

-you also knew even with the rush of adrenaline you were having what you were giving up

-you were giving up your family, your friends, and a normal life

-but you had been with sean for a long time and you knew you were never gonna leave him to fend for him and daniel in who knows where

-you never complained, even with the bad circumstances

-you helped the boys ration supplies and find shelter in the woods

-sean felt so much better with you there, so did daniel

-they both felt guilty for being glad you came with them

-they knew you left a whole life behind and felt like they took that from you, even if it wasn’t their fault

-but it was your choice and you didn’t regret it even in the worst moments, and you always reminded them both of that, no matter what the ending was

#life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #sean diaz imagine #dating sean diaz would include #tapesfrom1980

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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Can I ask for a Sam Evans x reader, where the reader is good at singing and Sam overhears them and tries to get them to join glee?

glee club , sam evans

“mercedes for the last time, i am not joining your glee club.”

“but why? girl your voice is amazing and you’re just letting it go to waste.” y/n rolled her eyes but smiled.

“i already have a lot going on at school, i don’t have room or time for something else. plus most of the people there are weird,” mercedes shot her eyebrow up and crossed her arms “not you, obviously.”

“alright fine, but my offer still stands if you want it!” mercedes threw her bag over her shoulder and smiled at her.

“i’ll see you later ‘cedes.” y/n blew a kiss to which mercedes returned.

y/n walked outside the school and put her stuff down on a bench. she wanted to get the last of her homework done before going home so she’d have a clear schedule.

pulling out her phone and headphones, she plugged in her wires and scrolled down on spotify.

“uptown girl, she’s been living in her uptown world.”

y/n smiled as she pulled out her notebooks and sat comfortably.

“i bet she’s never had a backstreet guy, i bet her momma never told her why”

“i’m gonna try for an uptown girl, she’s been living in her white-bred world.” y/n sang along quietly.

“as long as anyone with hot blood can, and now she’s looking for a downtown man, that’s what i am.”

y/n’s heart almost stopped as she heard the sudden singing behind her. she took off one of her headphones and looked up.

a tall, blonde guy was staring at her with a nervous smile.

“sorry if i scared you, i heard you singing and i recognized the song and…” he looked down awkwardly.

“it’s um, okay? no harm done.” y/n tried to smile.

“i’m not a weirdo i swear, i just really like your singing. have you ever thought about joining like…the glee club?”

“oh no, it’s just not for me, thank you though.” sam looked taken aback.

“you have a really good voice, like really. we would love to have you there.” sam also thought she was extremely pretty, but that wasn’t the point.

“i’m good.” sam was about to walk away till he decided he wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

“look, just come to one meeting. if you don’t like it, then i’ll leave you alone.” y/n thought for a second.

“i don’t even know your name.”

“i’m sam, and you are?” y/n almost rolled her eyes.

“i’m y/n. y/n l/n.”

“alright fine, when should i go?”

“right now.”

y/n looked at him dumbfounded. there was no way in hell she was gonna completely change her schedule for the day for some dumb club.

“guys, this is y/n l/n. i’m trying to convince her to join the club.”

“y/n?? really? after weeks of me begging all it took was for some white man to ask you to come?” mercedes looked at her with her arms crossed. y/n put her hands up.

“i’m not joining, i’m just looking. he said he’ll leave me alone if i do this.”

“come on in y/n.” the teacher, mr. shue, welcomed the girl with a smile.

y/n looked at sam with a hesitant look. sam gave her a reassuring nod and smile. y/n felt her heart flutter a little at his smile but ignored it.

“alright.”

#tapesfrom1980 #glee #glee club #sam evans #sam evans x reader #sam evans x y/n #gleek #glee fanfiction #glee sam evans #sam evans glee

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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Hiiii can I poke you for a lip Gallagher x innocent reader request.

💜💜

“can everyone come here for a moment?” lip called out as he stood in the middle of the gallagher kitchen. he could hear their siblings footsteps and groans as they came closer.

“what’s up?” fiona came from the next room over folding a freshly dried sweatshirt.

“i’m uh” lip looked for the right way to word it without his siblings making fun of him. “i’m having…someone over. i really like this person and i don’t want them to be scared off. so when they get here can you just…act like normal people.”

“woah woah woah.” ian cut in with a stifled laugh. “this person must be very special if you don’t want us? to scare them off.”

“is it a girl? you always bring girls home.” fiona started to smile knowingly. “ she special?”

lip held back an eye roll as his siblings started discussing on who the mystery girl was and why he cared so much about her not being scared off.

“okay, okay yeah! i just…i think there’s something more that’s going to come out of this and you guys can’t ruin that.” he spoke loudly, cutting off his siblings conversations.

“she hot?” carl perked up. everyone gave him a look, even liam.

“you’re like 15 years old carl. she’s not gonna flirt with you.” carl rolled his eyes.

the doorbell rang, and lip knew it was y/n. he gave one last knowing look to his siblings and walked to the door, looking around to make sure the mess isn’t too big.

“y/n.” he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in when y/n came into view. she was so pretty and he felt himself be more and more enthralled everytime he saw her.

“hi lip.” y/n smiled warmly at him as he stepped aside for her to walk in.

“y/n, these are my siblings.” lip put a hand on her back as he led her to the living room.

“hey i’m fiona, it’s great to meet you.” fiona gave y/n a small but firm hug.

“i’m y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you!! lip has mentioned all of you guys a lot.” y/n smiled.

“he mention me too?” carl stepped forward with a smirk. “if you ever decide you don’t like this loser, i’m here.” he winked.

“aw you’re so cute!!” y/n brought carl into an embrace with a big grin. everyone else was trying to stifle a laugh as they saw carls disappointment. y/n pulled away and walked towards ian.

“ian right? i’m friends with mandy, she said i’d love you.”

“oh lip i love her already.” ian put his arm around y/n and smiled at lip. he was a little tipsy and in that moment he felt like he had just met his bestfriend.

“oh guys i have to go, it was nice meeting you y/n.” debbie walked into the kitchen to grab her purse.

“where ya going?” fiona asked as debbie stashed stuff into her purse.

“just out.” the ginger shrugged.

“alright, don’t be back too late!” she called out as debbie speed walked outside.

“nice…meeting you?” y/n also tried calling out.

“don’t worry, she’s always like that.” lip reassured her.

“hey guys, kev and v are coming over with some booze. y/n, you drink?” fiona asked.

“yeah! i just have to warn you, i have a very low tolerance.” lip laughed as he recalled all the times he had to physically force y/n into a taxi while she demanded she got one more drink.

“okay, let’s get this party started then!”

“veronica where did you get those earrings? they’re so cute.” y/n asked loudly as she had her arms embracing v.

“how many drinks have you had y/n?” veronica laughed.

“oh she’s only had 2.” lip laughed.

“shhhhhhhh lip shhh.” she put her fingers on his lips to shut him up.

“i love your family lip you guys are so much fun!!” y/n started tearing up as she looked around the living room.

“please don’t start crying.” lip groaned.

“and you guys have been so welcoming. i don’t deserve this.” y/n put her head in her hands crying.

“alright i think it’s time for you go to lie down y/n.” lip laughed, helping the girl get up.

“you guys have been through so much and you’re still some of the most fun people i’ve ever met.” the girl continued as lip brought her up the stairs.

lip carefully walked into his room, laying down y/n as gently as he could.

“thank you.” y/n cuddled into lip and burrowed her head into his chest with a small sigh.

“for what?”

“for everything.” y/n smiled before dozing off. lip couldn’t contain his smile of awe at the girl cuddling him.

he normally wasn’t a softie, but seeing such a beautiful and innocent girl laying on him made him want to be perfect for her. to get better, to make sure no one harms her anymore.

#tapesfrom1980 #shameless #lip gallagher #phillip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher x y/n

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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ooo u wanna write another fluffy sean diaz fic soooo bad

HAHAHA I LOVE THIS YES OF COURSE

parties aren’t for me , sean diaz

in which y/n goes outside for some fresh air and ends up meeting someone unexpected

this feels very cheesy and i’m sorry it’s not as good 🥲🥲writers block got my ass

the music blasted in sean’s ear as he stood next to lyla, a red cup of liquor in his right hand. lyla was swaying to the music with a few other girls she had just befriended. he was awkwardly standing next to the girls sipping on his cup and looking around.

school had been kicking their asses and lyla said this was the perfect getaway from all the stress. now, sean honestly wished he was in his bedroom listening to his own music that wasn’t leaving him deaf. he wanted to sneak outside for a smoke and some fresh air. the environment inside the party was getting overwhelming and warm.

he was so caught up in the heat and loud music he didn’t realize he was staring at someone till lyla elbowed him with a suggestive smile towards the girl he was accidentally watching.

“she’s hot.”

sean bumped her shoulder jokingly but took a good look at the girl.

she was wearing a tight black dress that showed off her curves, bracelets that moved around her arm with her every sway.

she had bold red lipstick on and heels that made her appear way taller than she was. she had a bright smile on her face as she raised her arms up to the best of the music, not a care in the world.

sean finally understood those cheesy movie scenes where time slows down and it’s just the 2 people in the room. he felt so mesmerized by the girl a couple of feet in front of him in a way he never had before.

his trance was ruined by a drunk guy spilling his drink on sean’s hoodie.

“watch where you’re going!” sean yelled angrily as he tried wiping off the spill. it had gone down to his jeans and it made him forget about the girl he had just been admiring.

“lyla!” sean yelled over the music, “i’m going out for a breath of fresh air!” he pointed to the front door to let her know.

“okay! i’ll be right here! don’t you dare try leaving without me diaz!” lyla half joked loudly. sean rolled his eyes and waved sarcastically.

he pushed through the sweaty bodies without bothering to say excuse me to anyone and quickly made his way to the front door.

the fresh night air hit him as soon as he had opened the door. he closed it again behind him and made his way to the porch steps. already he started to feel better and the precious anger he had been feeling was easing.

he was interrupted again out of his trance by someone opening the door behind him. he didn’t bother to look back, just simply rolled his eyes.

“glad to know i’m not the only one who needed fresh air.” a girls voice came from behind him. he didn’t say anything, just simply nodded.

there was a moment of silence until sean felt the girl sit next to him. he looked over and to his surprise, it was the girl he had been looking at earlier.

“it got too hot, then some asshole spilled his drink on me.” the girl giggled and took a look at sean’s sweater which had a red stain.

“you don’t like parties?”

“sometimes. my friend lyla dragged me here.” the girl simply gave him a small smile.

“what about you?”

“i like parties, it’s a small getaway from everything else and for a couple of hours i’m not thinking about the stuff going on in my life.” she looked up at the night sky as stars started coming to light.

“i saw you earlier, you looked like you were having the time of your life.” sean’s lips perked up a little. he recalled the moment of seeing her dancing to the music. the girl gave him a small laugh and he found himself full on smiling at it.

he looked at her as she stared at the sky. he could see the reflection of the stars in her eyes and the dim light on her face from the porch lights. her sparkly eyeshadow made her eyes look like gold and sean wondered how despite all the movement she had been doing in the party, she looked as if she just finished getting ready.

“it’s really fun once you get into it i promise.” she reassured. “what’s your name?”

“sean, sean diaz.”

“i’m y/n, really nice to meet you sean.” she smiled, sean couldn’t keep the stupid grin off his face.

“you uh, you look very nice..” he trailed off awkwardly with a cough. y/n threw her head back and let out a laugh.

“thank you sean. you don’t look too bad yourself.” she winked jokingly.

there was a peaceful moment of silence. not an awkward quiet one, just a moment of peace. here sean was with a complete stranger that had taken a liking to him. surprisingly, he felt at ease.

“do you wanna go somewhere?”

“this is really good.” sean spoke through a mouthful of chocolate cake. y/n smiled and nodded.

“i’ve been going to this place for years now, still looks the same as it did the first time i came.” she took a sip of her milkshake.

when y/n had told him she wanted to go somewhere he didn’t expect a half empty diner that had been here for decades, it was definitely something new. he wasn’t complaining though, it ended up actually being really nice.

“so sean, tell me about yourself.”

sean stopped chewing for a second. he really had no idea what to say. he had never really gotten this far with a girl…

“um, i have a little brother. i like music, a lot. i draw in most of my free time and i help my dad out working with cars.” the last part wasn’t exactly a lie, but he didn’t mention the complaining and groans he’d make when he had to help esteban with a car.

“what kind of music do you like? maybe we have more than common than we think.” y/n teased.

“uh, i really like first aid kit, sufjan stevens, broods…”

he slightly trailed off. he could feel his face getting red.

“i love sufjan stevens! i have most of his album cds.” y/n smiled warmly at sean. she delicately placed her hand on his. sean looked at her in surprise.

“maybe we could listen together one day.” he cleared his throat. he wanted to punch himself for being so awkward, he had a chance with a beautiful girl and he did not want to mess it up. y/n grinned at him.

“you said you like drawing right? show me.” she put her hands back at her sides and straightened her back.

“like…now?”

“yes! art waits for no one.” she said, talking through her teeth. she maintained the pose till sean sighed with amusement and started drawing on a napkin with a pen he found on the table.

the diner had a comfortable atmosphere. it had some 70’s music playing and there were was barely anyone. sean tried his best to show his artistic ability on a dry napkin, which turned out to be more challenging than he thought.

he looked at every small feature on y/n’s face and the longer he stared the longer he found himself in awe. when he had left for the party earlier today, this is definitely not how he’d thought it’d end. not even close.

he noticed how y/n’s eyes squinted slightly as she smiled and the small wrinkles next to them. he noticed the lipstick slowly fading off, her mark being left on the straw of her milkshake. he noticed the slight shyness she’d get when he’d stare for a little longer than usual.

“are you done?” sean snapped out of his thoughts.

“huh?”

“with the drawing.” she raised an eyebrow.

“oh uh yeah. it was a little hard with this dry ass napkin.” he joked as he passed her the napkin.

“oh wow.” y/n took a breath as she slowly traced her fingers over the drawing. it was amazing to her how he captured most little details, nonetheless on a napkin.

“you’re really good at this.” she looked up at him with a genuine look. he shrugged and looked away to keep his cool, he didn’t really know what to say.

“do you wanna get going? it’s getting late.” he spoke up after a minute of silence. he didn’t really want to end this night yet, but he knew lyla was blowing up his phone by now.

“oh, yeah! i didn’t realize how late it was.” the two teens got up and made their way to the exit.

“are you serious?” sean groaned as he looked at the heavy rain outside. y/n giggled.

“you don’t like rain?”

“not right now no.”

y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand.

“come on!” she pushed open the door and laughed as sean yelped in surprise as the rain came down on them.

“it’s just a little rain diaz!” sean smiled for a second before he saw a lightning strike in the sky.

“just a little rain huh?” sean took y/n’s hand and went under the diners awning.

“thanks for keeping me company tonight sean.” the girl smiled up at him. they were both dripping with water and getting extremely cold but they didn’t really care. “i had a really nice time getting to know you.” she looked down with a smile.

“me too.” he looked away shyly. he cursed internally for his bad ability to flirt. “will i see you again?” sean asked hopefully.

“of course. you’re not so bad after all.”

there was a moment of silence till sean decided he wanted to do what was on his mind. the whole night y/n had been the one taking charge now he wanted to. he looked down at her and put both of his hands at the side of her face.

“can i kiss you?”

“duh.”

sean wasted no time in connecting the space between them and he loved the feeling of y/n’s lips against his. he could feel the texture of her lipstick and it was driving him crazy in a good way.

he pulled her as close as he could to his body and placed his hands farther down to her waist. he felt such a sense of euphoria and was surprised on how much he was enjoying the kiss. he could feel the rain they had been soaked with on every part of her body he touched.

y/n pulled away at last, go get a breath of air. sean slightly frowned but it went away quickly when he saw her big smile.

“i don’t usually kiss guys on the first date, you’re very lucky.”

“oh definitely.” sean agreed as he went in for a second kiss.

#tapesfrom1980 #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #sean diaz imagine

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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first glance , jeremiah fisher

“i’m so excited to see you guys. i’m so happy you’re finally visiting cousins now y/n!” belly smiled at taylor and y/n who were on her phone screen, smiling right back.

“me too, i’m happy to finally be able to see the famous beck family.” y/n joked.

“they’re happy to meet you too. stevens stoked you guys are coming.”

“steven? really?” taylor laughed, raising her eyebrow.

“okay well maybe he didn’t see say it, but i can tell!”

“okay whatever, i think we’re almost there. we’ll see you in literally a minute!! love youuu” taylor and y/n blew kisses at the camera before hanging up.

“you excited babe?” taylor turned to y/n with a big grin.

“yeah, belly always makes this place sound magical. cant wait to finally see it.”

“oh drop the act, i know you have the hots for jeremy.” taylor laughed. y/n widened her eyes and let out a gasp in form of a laugh.

“i do not. i’ve never even met him!”

“but you think he’s hot. i can tell. and i will help you bag him.” y/n rolled her eyes but smiled at taylor.

“come on, we’re here.”

y/n and taylor made their way out the bus and looked around for belly.

“guys!!” belly shouted, running towards the girls.

“belly!” y/n and taylor hugged the brown haired girl that leaped into them.

“god i’m so glad you guys are here! i missed you.” the girls pulled away with big smiles.

“i know, we missed you too.” y/n grinned.

“taylor, you remember jeremiah. y/n this is jeremiah.” jeremiah stepped forward a little to greet the girls.

“hey.” he looked into y/n’s eyes with a shy smile.

“hey.” y/n looked down smiling. taylor and belly shared a knowing look.

“okay come on, let’s go get ice cream!”

“hey y/n can you and jeremiah go order for us? i need to catch up belly on what she’s been missing so far.” taylor smiled knowingly. y/n knew what she was doing and as much as she wanted to tell her to shut up she also felt excitement to be alone with jeremiah. for a couple of minutes at least.

“um, yeah of course.” y/n smiled falsely. she turned to jeremiah who just nodded with his hands in his pockets.

“so…have you ever been here before?” jeremiah asked after a minute of silence.

“no actually, it’s my first time. it looks really nice so far.”

“you’re gonna love it, trust me.” jeremiah flashed her a smile that made butterflies flutter in y/n’s stomach.

“i think so too.”

“hi can i get um, a banana split and,” she turned to the blonde boy, “do you want anything? my treat.”

“oh no no, i’m paying. get whatever you want.” jeremiah pulled out 20 bucks from his wallet.

“no it’s fine seriously, i’ll pay.” y/n insisted, knowing she wanted him to pay. it was her first time meeting him and she wanted to be polite but she knew there’d be a lot she wanted to get during her stay.

jeremiah jokingly bumped her out the way and handed the cashier 20 bucks.

“so…what do you want?” he turned back to y/n.

“cotton candy please.” y/n gave in.

the cashier handed y/n her ice cream cone and jeremiah the banana split and the spare change.

“thank you jeremiah, you’re really sweet.”

“happy to, always.” jeremiah winked flirtatiously, making the girl laugh.

“okay shut up.” she looked away with a smile hoping he wouldn’t see.

y/n had no idea what to expect of cousins but suddenly she was very excited for her stay. she knew it would definitely not be the last time she came.

#tapesfrom1980 #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x y/n

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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i dont want more sean or daniel stuff...

i NEED more sean or daniel stuff!!!!!

(i lov ur writing .

invisible string , daniel diaz

this one was meant to be fluff but turned a little depressing </3

daniel stared at the sky, reminiscing about everyone and everything.

he thought about his dad, he thought about sean. he thought about lyla. he wondered what life could’ve been if that day outside his house hadn’t happened.

he had lost everyone he loved and cared for and had always carried an immense amount of guilt for it.

“danny?” the blonde boy turned opened his eyes to look back at a beautiful girl staring back at him with a smile.

he might have lost his family, and he would never heal from that. but he had gained someone he considered to be the embody of an angel.

y/n, who he considered to be the sunshine in his life. he had never been so grateful to have someone like her especially because of his past.

“can i lay with you?” she smiled shyly. daniel returned her smile and pulled her into him as she giggled.

“you look beautiful today mi amor.” he kissed her face all over as she laughed and told him to stop.

“and you look so handsome mi vida.” she bit down her lip with a grin. daniel took this time to look at her face and admire every aspect of it. he wondered how he had been blessed with someone so perfect and loving and so beautiful at the same time.

“daniel?” she snapped him out of his train of thought. “de que piensas?” she asked.

“about how much i love you. how lucky i am to have you by my side. i think i really am the luckiest man alive.”

y/n laid her head into his neck shyly.

“i love you, i really love you danny. i’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

“i wish you could’ve met sean and my dad, they would’ve loved you. you would’ve gotten along with my dad so well.” daniel smiled sadly.

y/n gave him a reassuring smile back.

“they sound amazing, im sure they’re looking down here and protecting you and i from afar. i have a feeling they’re not completely gone.”

daniel didn’t say anything. he was scared if he did he would’ve started crying into y/n’s hair. he simply took her hand and intertwined their fingers. she was the best thing he could’ve asked for.

unknown to y/n and daniel, when esteban lived in puerto lobos, he was friends with y/n’s dad.

on a beautiful friday night daniel and y/n will be packing their things to move in a new house together. a polaroid picture of their two dads laughing with their arms around their shoulders as young teenagers will fall and daniel and y/n will have a moment of realization.

while she didn’t get to directly meet esteban, a piece of herself did. and to her and daniel, that was more than they could’ve been blessed with.

#tapesfrom1980 #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz x reader

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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specialty chefs, sean diaz

“ahh id love more sean x readers of them at seans house .. maybe of sean and reader cooking together but failing miserably lmaoo”

y/n mindlessly scrolled through her phone as she waited for her boyfriend to come home. it was daniel’s 11th birthday and as part of their gift y/n and sean decided to make him his favorite meals for breakfast.

it was 7 in the morning, and they had to be quick before daniel woke up. he woke up late almost every single day for school yet somehow woke up at exactly 9 in the morning every year on his birthday.

y/n had cleaned up and organized the kitchen and the living room while she sent sean out for ingredients. sean was grumpy and tired but still followed her orders nonetheless. not without a middle finger at daniels door, much to y/n’s dismay.

“daniel better buy me a car for my birthday.” sean came in grunting, holding two plastic bags full of things. y/n rolled her eyes but smiled at him.

“shut up i know you’re secretly enjoying this.” she gave him a small peck and took one of the bags. “thank you handsome.”

“that’s all i’m gonna get? cmere” sean slightly raised an eyebrow at the singular peck. he pulled y/n closer and gave her a deeper kiss.

“alright idiot we need to do this quickly before danny wakes up.” y/n pulls away shyly with a big smile as sean laughs at her face.

“what are we gonna do first?”

“you’ll make the spaghetti he likes, i’ll start the cake.”

“I TOLD YOU TO TURN THE STOVE OFF SEAN”

“I WAS MAKING THE SAUCE I CANT DO EVERYTHING AT ONCE Y/N”

“WHAT KIND OF FUCKING SAUCE ARE YOU MAKING??? YOU JUST HAVE TO POUR THE TOMATO SAUCE ON THE SPAGHETTI”

“spaghetti? i thought you were taking care of it..”

“sean…if that spaghetti is burnt and black i’m gonna kill you.”

y/n walked menacingly to the pot on the stove that was supposed to have the spaghetti. she pulled up the lid and instantly put it back down.

she turned to sean with a blank face.

“what?” he stepped back for a second.

“i’m actually gonna kill you.”

#submission #tapesfrom1980 #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #sean diaz imagine #sean diaz x reader

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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more sean stuff? i loved it sm <3

ofc 💗💗this is just 4 u anonymous thank u so much

beach day , sean diaz

PUBERTO LOBOS, MEXICO

as the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow across the sandy shores, sean diaz and y/n found themselves at their favorite spot on the beach. the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore created a soothing sound as they strolled hand in hand along the water's edge, the warm sand squished between their feet, creating a carefree atmosphere. they laughed and joked around, enjoying each other's company.

sean's eyes sparkled with mischief. taking one glance at y/n, he started to splash her with a handful of water.

“sean!” she opened her mouth in shock and laughter. she retaliated, and soon they were having a water fight, their laughter mixing with the sound of crashing waves.

after a good couple of minutes of completely drenching each other in sea water, they found a spot to rest, laying a towel on the sand. sean stretched out beside y/n and they gazed up at the sky. it was around 6 pm, and the sun was slowly setting. pointing out shapes in the clouds, their fingers intertwined naturally, a comfortable connection between them.

as they basked in the sun's warmth and the summer breeze, sean turned to y/n with a small smile. he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle and reassuring. they shared a quiet moment, lost in the tranquility of the beach.

a gentle breeze swept through, causing y/n’s hair to dance in the wind. she huffed as the wind messed up her hair but sean couldn't help but be captivated by her, his admiration evident in his eyes. they leaned in, sharing a sweet and innocent kiss.

they continued to walk along the shore, occasionally pausing to pick up seashells or to dip their toes in the cool water. sean’s carefree spirit shone through as he skipped stones across the water, his infectious laughter filling the air. y/n simply smiled at him as the setting sun left its kiss on sean’s beautiful tan skin.

sean wrapped his arm around y/n’s shoulders. they sat together, watching the breathtaking scene unfold before them. the sky was blending from pink, to orange, to yellow. the waves whispered a calming melody, creating a serene backdrop to their intimate moment.

they sat in comfortable silence, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the ocean. it was in these quiet moments that their connection felt the strongest, a shared understanding of each other's presence.

sean and y/n had gone through so much that moments like this made them realize how beautiful life is and how lucky they are to be at this point and have each other.

about 20 feet from them, was a 15 year old daniel diaz in a beach chair with a can of coke in hand. he was smiling at the couple from afar. he was so grateful he had been in this long and difficult journey with sean and y/n. he was so grateful they were given a happy ending.

as the last rays of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon, y/n turned to sean with a small whisper "i’m grateful to have you in my life, sean. this feels like a dream." y/n smiled, her heart full of affection for the boy beside her.

hand in hand, they walked back along the beach, their footprints marking their journey. it was a simple day at the beach, but it held a world of meaning for sean and y/n. it was a reminder of the love and happiness they found in each other's company, a memory they would cherish for years to come.

#tapesfrom1980 #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #sean diaz x reader #sean diaz imagine

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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HE IS MY BABY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

#tapesfrom1980 #jason mendoza #the good place

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tapesfrom1980 · 1 year ago

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i’ve been getting so into tsitp y’all don’t get how much i LOVE jeremiah he is my baby he is so babygirl !!!!!!!! i’m team conrad but team jeremiah for ME like i want jeremiah. like how in twilight i am team edward but team jacob for ME

#tapesfrom1980 #jeremiah fisher

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thegirlwhosimpstoomuch · 5 months ago

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@tapesfrom1980 I 🫶 this

first meet premiere , walker scobell x fem! actress reader

ps: for the dress, think greta lee’s oscars after party ‘24. this was so half assed i’m so sorry

“oh my god y/n!”

y/n grinned as she threw open the hotel room door to reveal her bestfriend, mckenna.

“look at you! you could walk on a runaway right now and no one would think you’re out of place.” mckenna gushed as she hugged her bestfriend.

“me? i feel like i should be bowing down at you just by being able to look at you!” y/n laughed as she pulled away from the hug.

it was the premiere night for ghostbusters: frozen empire. mckenna had invited a couple of her friends, including y/n. y/n knew she was extremely proud of the movie and wanted her loved ones there with her.

“i am so excited. i really hope you love the movie as much as i do.”

“i already know it’s gonna be amazing. thank you for inviting me.” y/n smiled warmly at the blonde girl.

“AND you’re gonna meet walker, aryan, charlie, leah, and dior. they’ve been so busy with the press but now you’ll be able to meet them! especially walker.” mckenna winked knowingly as she sat down on the hotel room bed.

y/n rolled her eyes playfully and sat down next to her. “i will actually hurt you if you try anything today mckenna.” mckenna feigned hurt and gasped dramatically.

“what ever are you talking about my dearest y/n? i would never do anything like that.” y/n bumped her shoulder jokingly.

“i’m excited to meet them though.” mckenna raised her eyebrows suggestively. “all of them mckenna.” y/n waved her off.

“besides, tonight is going to be all about you. i’m not focusing on some guy instead of my best friend.” y/n laid her head on the blonde girl’s shoulder.

“i know, but it would make me really happy if you guys finally talked.” mckenna laid her head on top of y/n’s. “i know you better than anyone y/n and i know you’re gonna have a good time with walker.”

y/n groaned dramatically but smiled.

“alright, alright. let’s get going.” y/n stood up and held out her hand for mckenna to grab.

“we are going to have. so. much. fun.”

“aryan! oh my gosh!” mckenna rushed to engulf a tall brown boy in a hug. y/n smiled fondly as she watched them. she realized the rest of the group was behind him and pursed her lips.

fuck.

“guys! this is the girl ive been telling you about, my bestfriend, y/n l/n!” mckenna pulled away from aryan and pulled y/n next to her.

“hi guys.” y/n smiled and waved shyly to the group, suddenly feeling very anxious.

“you look beautiful y/n! i love your dress!” leah went to give y/n a hug, dior following.

“thank you! i love your makeup!” y/n grinned, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence.

“dior your hair looks stunning. i’m so jealous.” y/n complimented, genuinely amazed by the girl.

“me?? look at you!” dior beamed.

“this is charlie, that’s aryan as you already know,” mckenna grinned. “and that’s walker.” y/n looked up at the 3 boys in front of her.

she had already met aryan and loved him, but she had yet to meet charlie and walker.

“it’s so good to see you again aryan.” y/n wrapped her arms around aryans neck and squeezed him.

“you look amazing as always, y/n.” aryan smiled back at the girl as they pulled away. y/n thanked him and turned to charlie.

“it’s so nice to meet you charlie, hi!!” y/n beamed, feeling a rush of adrenaline upon meeting the group.

“it’s really lovely meeting you y/n, i can’t believe mckennas been hiding you for this long.” charlie joked as mckenna rolled her eyes.

“i’ve been telling you for ages how great she is.” she huffed as y/n laughed.

“and this is walker.” mckenna smirked knowingly. y/n took a deep breath and turned to the boy behind her. he had been awfully quiet the entire time and in a trance. it wasn’t until aryan shoved his shoulder slightly that he came to.

“you look beautiful y/n.” walker breathed out. he admired the dress she was wearing. it was a white silky custom Loewe dress with the back exposed. her hair was in a wavy sleek middle part, tucked behind her ears on both sides with golden clips.

y/n felt her face warm, but smiled nonetheless. “thank you. you look really nice too.” she ignored her heart pounding inside her chest and wrapped her arms around walker, who was slightly towering over her.

y/n’s face was hot, and she refused to glance at mckenna as she knew what she would be doing.

“sooo, are you guys ready?”

“if i take one more step i think my legs will actually snap off.”

the 4 girls threw themselves on the bed. leah’s face was smushed into the comforter, 100% leaving traces of her makeup on it. dior groaned and covered herself with as much of the blanket as she could. y/n and mckenna held each other dramatically like they haven’t slept in 10 years.

soon after the premiere, they had attended the after party that lasted for almost 4 hours.

“my head is killing me.” y/n grumbled against mckennas neck. the guys were in the same mood, not bothering to take their suit jackets off. y/n couldn’t see them but she figured they too, were slumped.

y/n decided to get up after a couple of minutes, refusing to sleep with her makeup on. the girls were long gone in sleep and y/n was careful to not wake them.

she looked down at mckenna, realizing one of her lashes was now stuck on the blondes shoulder. y/n snickered quietly to herself, taking off her heels before getting up.

“you look just as gorgeous you know, one lash and all.” y/n jumped as she turned around, realizing walker was still awake.

they had talked more at the after party but the obvious mutual attraction between the 2 made y/n shy away from him.

“you’re funny.” y/n playfully rolled her eyes, smiling at him tiredly. he flashed her the same smile back but continued.

“i’m serious.”

“you’re really sweet walker.” they held eye contact for a couple of seconds before y/n finally looked away.

she realized mckenna was right, she didn’t wanna keep hiding away.

“do you wanna go for a walk?”

“yes.” without skipping a beat, walker got up.

“okay.” she pursed her lips to hide her excitement. remembering how cold it was outside, she let her eyes scanned the room as she tried to remember where her jacket was.

“shit, i left my jacket in my room.” y/n covered her face with her hands in frustration. so much for a walk alone with him.

“are you trying to get out of this walk with me? because it’s not going to work.” walker joked with a raised brow. he walked over to y/n and took off his suit jacket and placed it around her instead. he stood inches away from her, fixing it to make sure she’d be nice and warm.

y/n tried to avoid eye contact, heart racing as he delicately put it on her. she swore she was going to pass out.

“won’t you get cold?” y/n looked up at him, trying to hide her giddiness. walker shook his head with a small smile.

“don’t worry about it. i’d rather walk in the cold then miss this opportunity. especially with you.”

“i’m gonna punch you.” y/n grinned at the curly haired boy, taking his hand and quickly exiting the room together. after closing the door shut, she realized she didn’t take a keycard to be able to come back with. or her phone.

as if walker was reading her mind, he laughed out loud. “don’t worry, we’ll just knock till the door falls off and one of them wakes up.” y/n laughed but nodded.

“come on!” she gripped tighter onto his hand and started running down the hotel hallway. the pair tried to contain their laughs as they knew if they got caught they’d be sent back to their rooms.

“where are we going?” walker asked between breaths.

“i don’t know!” y/n beamed back at him.

they ran until they found a door that brought them outside. y/n sighed in content as the cold air hit her. she hesitantly let go of walkers hand and she swore she saw him about to hold it again.

“the breeze feels so nice.” y/n closed her eyes happily and stood still for a second. when she opened them again, she looked back at walker who was gazing at her with a smile.

“what?” she smiled back at him, suddenly feeling shy underneath his gaze.

“would you ever wanna like…i don’t know..hang out? go out?” walker blurted out at last. y/n grinned and took a step closer.

“is the walker scobell asking me out?” she gasped playfully. she swears she saw his face get red.

“yes. i am.” he admitted genuinely.

“i’d love to.”

y/n.l/n: late night shenanigans 😴 @walker.scobell

walker.scobell: I wonder who this handsome mysterious young lad is

y/n.l/n: 😬😬i wouldn’t say all that..

mckennagraceful: I KNEW IT.

y/n.l/n: LEAVEEE

aryansimhadri: WHEN WAS THIS??? HELLO??

leahsavajeffries: You and me both Aryan

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patience , sean diaz

in which daniel keeps taking y/n’s attention away from sean and he gets salty

pronouns: she/her

sorry this is so long !

growing up, sean and daniel got used to living without their mom. of course, a small part of them still missed her despite her leaving them and starting a new family.

esteban fulfilled both roles for the boys, and they felt lucky to be able to have him as their father.

but sometimes, even as little kids, there was always a small part that wished they had their mom like every other kid at school.

when sean met y/n, it felt like she kind of made that feeling go away. she had a natural mother instinct and was always protective. when she and sean started dating, daniel saw her as his second mom in a way.

"daniel, clean up your mess. y/n is coming over and i don't need her tripping all over your shit." sean rolled his eyes. daniel couldn't even be offended because of how excited he was that y/n was coming.

"i'm only doing it for y/n, not for you." the small boy said cockily as he picked up his crayons and papers. sean simply rolled his eyes while scrolling through his phone.

"hey diaz." y/n opened the door with a big smile. esteban loved and trusted her enough that he let her have a spare key. he was glad sean had someone like her in his life. he could tell she was a good person.

"hi mi amor." sean smiled shyly as he walked over to give her a quick peck.

"y/n!" daniel ran from his room to give y/n a hug.

"my favorite diaz brother! i missed you so much!" y/n laughed as she kneeled down so daniel could give her a big proper bear hug. sean wanted to say a petty remark to that but he was in a nice mood so he didn't. at least not right now.

"what are we gonna do today?" daniel yelled into y/n's ear as he hugged her neck tightly with his eyes closed.

"let's ask your big brother danny. what do you have planned for us for tonight my beautiful boyfriend?" y/n grinned as she got up, daniel still at her side.

"well, i was gonna say me and y/n were gonna watch a movie. alone." he emphasized as he pulled y/n into his side lovingly.

"what about me?" daniel pouted, his smile fading.

"how about this, after me and sean finish the movie we can watch whatever movie you want and we'll eat your favorite snacks." y/n suggested.

sean already wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't change y/n's mind.

"okay! i have to finish my project anyway." daniel grinned. "you're the best y/n!" daniel yelled out as he ran to his room, shutting the door.

"he's stealing your attention from me." sean jokingly complained.

"aww don't worry seanie, you'll always be my number one baby." y/n teased as she pecked his cheek.

"yeah, yeah." sean waved her away despite his rosy cheeks, making y/n smile.

"i thought i heard you come in y/n." esteban smiled as he came in.

"hi mr d, how's the car going?"

"good actually, i just hope sean here doesn't wreck it a week after i finish it for him."

"oh come on, i am not." sean remarked with an offended tone.

"don't worry, i'll be in the passenger seat to make sure he doesn't crash it before we get out of the driveway." y/n teased.

"okay i think that's enough." sean rolled his eyes at his girlfriend.

"okay okay, i just wanted to say hi to y/n before i went back to being enslaved to that car. your poor old man is getting too old for this you know." he joked as he grabbed a glass of lemonade.

"i'm sure one of these days sean would be more than happy to help you mr diaz." y/n gave sean an accusing finger wave in his face.

"yeah, yeah."

"sure hope so. and again, y/n, call me esteban. mr diaz makes me feel like a grandpa."

"right, sorry esteban." y/n smiled shyly. he waved her off with a smile.

"i won't bother you guys, just do me a favor and keep an eye on daniel and that he doesn't burn down anything else."

"always papito." sean laughed.

"love you, have fun. but not too much fun please."

"okay dad i got it." sean looked away embarrassed.

"come on loverboy, let's go watch that movie before daniel changes his mind."

"yes please."

y/n and sean spent the next 2 hours and a half watching the movie they had settled on. they were warmly cuddled up together in a big fuzzy blanket and a bowl of popcorn and sprite cans.

of course, daniel had been barging in here and there but for the most part he kept his word and waited till they finished their movie.

"i can't wait to get more private time like this with you in the future." sean spoke. y/n frowned, knowing what he meant.

"we can always have our own little private moments like this mi vida, you're not gonna live with your brother and your dad forever, cherish these moments now before it's too late." y/n said as she played with his hair soothingly.

"yeah i know. i just wish i could have you all to myself more often." y/n smiled and looked away shyly.

"you'll always have me to yourself, i wouldn't want anyone else's attention." she reassured.

"but daniel is your brother, and he's 9. be a little less harsh on him my love." she kissed his head.

"yeah i guess so, i'll try."

"thank you." she squeezed his torso.

"I FINISHED, CAN WE WATCH MY MOVIE NOW?" daniel came running in excitedly. sean had to physically contain his sigh. he promised himself he'd keep his word and have more patience with his little brother like he had told y/n.

"of course baby, what movie do you wanna watch?" y/n smiled warmly at daniel.

"secret life of pets!"

"oh come on enano. we've watched that a million times already." sean groaned.

"hey, y/n said that I could pick the movie now." daniel said smugly. "right, y/n?"

"oh yeah for sure, secret life of pets it is captain diaz." y/n tried to hold in her laugh at sean's expression.

"great! i'll go make us more popcorn." daniel said excitedly. "for me and y/n by the way, sean. you don't deserve more popcorn because you're mean."

y/n covered her mouth as she giggled at the two boys.

"jokes on you assface, i'm already full."

"sean!"

"i'm gonna tell dad that you called me that." daniel huffed.

"okay tattletale."

"sean eduardo diaz. apologize to daniel and help him with the popcorn right now." y/n crossed her arms.

"why do I have to apologize? he's the one hogging the popcorn." sean crossed his arms too.

"you're the older one here sean, you don't call 9 year olds assfaces." she looked at him with a glare.

"fine, i'm sorry for calling you an assface enano." sean apologized, standing up to go help daniel with the popcorn.

"apology accepted." daniel smiled smugly at his brother.

"move over, you're too short to reach the shelf where the popcorns in."

"am not!"

"are too."

"y/n!"

the girl looked at the two boys with a cheesy smile. they were her world and she was glad that by meeting sean she didn't just gain a boyfriend, but a new second family.

BONUS: BLOOD BROTHERS ENDING

PUERTO LOBOS , MEXICO

"danny, pass me 4 eggs please." y/n looked at now 15 year old daniel who was sitting on the counter watching her cook.

"of course." he opened the fridge and scanned around for the carton of eggs. he turned his head to the left and noticed now 23 years old sean backing up with his hands raised.

quietly, he closes the fridge and signed y/n to stay quiet. y/n looked at him in confusion till she also noticed sean.

in less than 2 minutes, daniel had scared off the gang members away with his powers. y/n didn't like when daniel used his powers for more violent stuff, but at times like that she understood.

"you guys okay? they didn't touch you at all?" y/n asked as she examined their faces. she held onto sean's face as she looked everywhere for a possible bruise or scratch.

"it's fine y/n, you know i have my little brother here to protect me." sean smiled proudly at daniel. daniel rolled his eyes at him but still smiled cheekily.

"okay, i just don't like when you use your powers like that." y/n frowned as she grabbed daniels face too checking for anything. daniel chuckled and shook his head.

"i know y/n i'm sorry, but i promise i only use them when it's necessary." he reassured. he was happy that he and sean were lucky enough to have her with them. extremely lucky. he saw her as his mom by that point.

"alright, go wash your hands please. you two are gonna help me finish dinner." she said, pecking both of their cheeks as they groaned. they were terrible cooks, the boys were just lucky y/n was the only one who was actually willing to learn more about cooking for the sake of all three of them.

"love you boys."

"love you too y/n."

#tapesfrom1980 #life is strange #life is strange 2 #sean diaz #daniel diaz #esteban diaz #mexico #wolf brothers #diaz boys #sean diaz x reader

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