#the one thing i can't get over is how much nick spit

[aniesvision]

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

𐂂 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚡 𝚏! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆?, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒈

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒉𝒆𝒚! 𝒊𝒅𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𖠌 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 ☕︎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

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I felt my body being rocked slightly, but as I knew I had gone to sleep with Matt it was probably just him changing position in bed for the tenth time. And then I was rocked once again. I let out a grunt of irritation and heard a voice. I must still be dreaming. I shove my face even further into the pillow.  

-Wake the fuck up. -I was shaken for the third time and this time I rolled over, opening one of my eyes to understand what was going on.  

Matt was no longer in bed and there was no one around apart from Chris. I let out a breath in frustration, scratched my eyes, and sat up.  

-What do you want? -I ask, irritated, looking at the boy sitting on the end of the bed.  

-Matt and Nick left and I need to go on my date. -He says as if it's obvious.  

-And what do I have to do with this? -I reply, missing the part where I should care.  

-They took all the keys to the house and we're locked in here together, you idiot.  

As soon as my mind processes the sentence, my eyes go wide. No, no, no. Matt and Nick would never do that to me, would they? They know how Chris and I don't get along at all and they would NOT leave us alone together just for it to magically change, they're not that deluded, are they?  

I close my eyes, joining the dots and seeing that this is why Matt and Nick looked at each other so much yesterday at random moments, and why Matt asked me to sleep in his room, they planned it beforehand. Unbelievable.  

-Hello, did you fucking hear? -Chris speaks again, almost giving me a headache from having to listen to his voice.  

-Yes, dumbass. -I answered, getting out of bed and picking up my phone from the nightstand. 12:45p.m. I had no plans today, which was a relief. But Chris did, and that was funny.  

-You can cancel your date, you're not going. -I say, leaving the room and walking the short path to the bathroom.  

I hear the boy get up and follow me, standing in front of the door and looking at me as if I'd said the most absurd thing in the world.  

-What? I can't cancel now, she's already getting ready to go.  

I pick up my toothbrush and apply some toothpaste, not caring about the boy's argument.  

-If I don't go she'll hate me and she'll never agree to go out with me again, I don't even have a decent excuse, how can I say I was stuck at home? And with another girl? No, you're going to fix this, do something.  

Chris starts talking non-stop and I'm about to spit the foam out when he grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him. I give him a sarcastic smile and push him away with my hand, running water over my face and drying it on the towel before answering him.  

-I'm not going to do anything, it's your house and your date. -I walk back to Matt's room, sliding the wardrobe open, where my backpack was. I take out a pair of light blue denim shorts and a basic white shirt.  

-You’re stuck in here too, don't you have anything to do? -He continues on the subject, following me around like a lost dog.  

-Actually, no, I don't. Looks like this is entirely your problem, Chris, good luck. -I say, closing the bathroom door before he can say anything else.  

I hear a frustrated grunt through the door and roll my eyes, changing my clothes and putting my hair up in a high ponytail, with a strand on either side of my face sticking out. Before leaving the room, I unlock my phone and look at some of the texts on it. 

TEXTS

Nick 💜: heyy pls don't hate me or matt, we love you

but fix whatever it is you have with Chris, I can't stand the enemies phase in this enemies to lovers anymore  

Me: nick what the fuck  

there are no enemies or lovers, i just want chris far away from me  

and I'll kill you later, but I love you, you too matt (i know you’re reading it too)  

END OF TEXTS

I walk into the kitchen, leaving my phone on the counter and playing one of my playlists. The song Say It to My Face by Madison Beer starts playing and I open the fridge, looking at what's in there while humming the lyrics quietly.  

-I was supposed to be in a restaurant with a pretty girl right now.  

I jump with shock, close the fridge, and look at Chris, who is now leaning on the counter with his arms crossed and his face up, looking at the ceiling with disappointment in his voice.  

-Well, you're locked inside your own house with a girl much hotter than the one you were going out with, you should be grateful. -I say, not looking at him, opening the cabinets in search of ingredients to make a simple pasta.  

-You don't even know who I was going out with, and for your information she was hotter. -The boy said, looking at every step I took with a serious face.  

-If you say so, Christopher. -I replied, picking up a pan and leaving it on the stove.

We stood in silence, just the music playing in the background as I poured water into the pan and turned on the heat. While I waited for the water to boil, I picked up my phone and leaned against the counter opposite to Chris.  

TEXTS

Nick 💜: you gotta be kiddin' me, girl.  

you and Chris only pick on each other because you like each other, that's so obvious 

you'll thank us when we get back.  

Me: nick.  

I'm not even going to answer, that’s ridiculous.  

When do you come back?  

Nick 💜: at night.  

END OF TEXTS

enjoy this quality time and tell me all about it later.  

I decided not to reply, just rolled my eyes after reading and opened Instagram. I liked a few photos in the initial feed and watched some stories.

-Nick and Matt are such assholes, they're having ice cream together and they left me here with you, that's ridiculous. -Chris breaks the silence, showing me the story Nick posted as soon as I look in his direction.

I laugh at his comment, finding his despair at being here truly comical.

I put the pasta in the boiling water and grab another pan to make some bechamel sauce.

-Want some help? -The boy asks, taking me by surprise.

It was the first time I'd heard those words come from his mouth.

-Just stir the pan for me while I get some spices. -I agreed, considering that it was probably just because we were the only ones in the house.

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[nekrosdolly]

isolation

you and your beloved albert talk it out after an argument.

cw; baking, arguments, slight spousal neglect, albert is emotionally inept and always wants to be right, minor injury, albert wesker doesn't enjoy sweet things, reader likes to bake, reader is pissed off for most, if not all, of this, hurt/minor comfort, mentions of divorce, minor gaslighting, empathy discovery like WHOAAA, soft re4 wesker, .

pet names; darling, dearest (reader receives)

a/n; i really don't like this one if i'm honest but i need to force myself to write to keep my creativity going :/

you're upset. you and albert had a fight before he left for work and in typical albert fashion, he's ignoring the problem, which is how much time he spends at the lab. you know he loves you, so why do you seem like an afterthought most of the time?

now, you've been with him long enough to know that by the end of the day, when he's done at the lab, he'll try to sweet-talk his way out of really talking about the issue. it's annoying, truthfully. nothing gets resolved unless it's bothering him, too, and most of the time, it doesn't. 

you're baking your frustration out as he's just coming home. given that he's boiled you down to just a stay-at-home partner, you have nothing to do but do housework, and thus, nobody to talk to but yourself. when you're buried within your conscience like you have been, your emotions fester. 

like normal, he walks through the front door, takes his shoes off as well as his outercoat and sets them aside before scouting for you. 

"darling?" he calls out, first checking your bedroom and then the living room, before finally coming across you in the kitchen. he smiles softly at you as he approaches, his cold arms wrapping around your waist from behind. he presses a kiss to your neck as usual.

"i missed you today, dearest," he murmurs, watching as you brush eggwash onto the pastry you're baking. you'll be the only one to eat what you're making, given that your husband can't handle sweets the way you can. 

"yeah." you're unenthusiastic. you're still mad. he's pissing you off even more just by touching you and acting like nothing's wrong. he doesn't like your tone but brushes it off and gives you another peck. he senses your irritation and gives you a little squeeze.

"come now, darling, don't be so sour. " he sighs, resting his chin atop your head. you don't respond. instead, you turn to face him with the brush containing eggwash in your right hand tucked behind your back. using your left, you cup his face and lean in to kiss him, wearing a faux smile. he smiles softly, thinking you'd come around already.

he should've known better. he realizes that the moment the very sloppy and wet brush makes contact with his cheek, then right over his mouth. frozen, he stares at you. the eggwash is cold and wet and very unpleasantly viscous on his face.

"why did you do that?" he asks after rebooting his brain, blinking owlishly at you. he's yet to wipe his face off. the yellow-tinted liquid slowly dribbles down his face and gets into his mouth when he speaks.

you shrug and return to your pastries. all you really need to do is let them bake. albert walks to the sink and washes his face off of the eggwash, also spitting to get the flavor out. he dries his face off on his sleeve and keeps his distance as you put the tray of chocolate croissants in the oven and set a timer. 

it's not that he doesn't know what he's done wrong, it's more of how he's to address the situation. you typically let it go, which was his goal, but you're still upset. as if that was hard to tell by any means. you leave the kitchen, and thus abandoning him with his inner monologue. he notes the dishes in the sink from your baking escapade and decides there's nothing better to do than clean them while sorting his thoughts out.

he nicks himself on the knife you used for the dough once or twice because he's deep in thought. a human thing for him to do, but that's what you bring out in him- humanity. if he didn't love you, you'd be dead or a test subject. he sighs softly, dabs the blood off his hands with a paper towel nearby, and decides to finish the dishes later, even though the sink nearly full irritates him greatly. 

he instead decides to seek you out. if you're this mad, he should at least try to resolve the issue, right? finding you isn't difficult, you didn't go very far so you could check up on your croissants. you'd hate to mess them up.

he slides on the couch beside you with as much silence as he can manage, his phone out and in his hand to pretend like he's checking his messages (looking through his contacts), his arm along the back of the couch. he's quite literally just a space away but you're wired, like a caged animal, and he's not pushing his luck. every now and then, he looks over at you.

"what is it?" you ask, not sparing him a glance. you stare straight ahead at the wall across from you. 

"you're upset." he sets his phone aside.

"right." 

"why-"

you ache to slam your head against the wall as you cut him off. "if you've forgotten our argument this morning, then im afraid that's your own fault."

"right. okay." he runs his thumb over his lower lip in habit. it's very obvious to him (and likely anyone else) that you're tired of his shit. thoroughly fed up. you've been together nearly two years and nothing's changed, has it?

no. 

you turn your head to look at him. "is that all you have to say? genuinely? just "okay"?"

"what would you like me to say?" he furrows his eyebrows

you scoff. he can't be serious. "maybe that you're sorry? would that be so difficult for you? to admit that you're wrong for once?"

he's silent this time, calculating his response to have the best outcome. the last thing he wants is a divorce. he slips his glasses off and sets them aside, his free hand running through his hair

"im sorry," he starts, and you feel a little bit of reprieve, "that you feel that way."

not the best apology you've ever heard. definitely some room for improvement.

"what else are you sorry for?" you prompt, crossing your arms over your chest. he shifts in his seat, his elbows on his knees. 

"... i suppose i'm sorry for keeping you so couped up in here. i know how it feels and yet, despite that, i've done it anyway." his hand finds your knee and gently squeezes. his cheeks are red and you've succeeded in making him somewhat ashamed for being mean to you.

your hand on top of his, you give him a soft smile. "i accept your apology. you're forgiven." 

he nods, but his blush doesn't leave. it's like he's discovering empathy for the first time... 

instead of saying anything else, he scoots close to you and drapes himself over you. a soft chuckle escapes you as he remains quiet and unable to look at you. he drips neediness, the want for your love, as he feels bad for making you feel bad.

you give it to him, of course. it's not like you to deny him too much. gentle, warm fingers running through slightly stiff, gelled platinum hair. he doesn't care that you're messing it up, just that you're home and you're okay now. you're not mad at him anymore, you're not going to leave him because he's arrogant and mean.

"im a mean guy, aren't i?" he mumbles, still unable to meet your eyes.

"yes, you are. like a wet cat, honey." the slight smile in your voice is too audible and while he knows you're teasing him, he feels bad. he nods and kisses your temple.

"but i love you. you're my wet cat." a half-smile forms on his lips, which you turn your head to kiss.

"i love you as well."

[sonicboomseason3]

🪿💥🥞 , Sonic and Tails?

ask game: send me AT LEAST 3 emojis (the more random the better) and AT LEAST 2 characters from sonic boom and i’ll come up with a little drabble in response!

"Sonic!"

Lying on one of the lounge chairs in front of his shack, Sonic looks up from his pancakes at the sound of Tails' voice and promptly spots him running towards him. "'Sup?" he asks as the fox skids to a stop in front of him.

"Behold, the Explodinator 5000!" Tails announces, brandishing his newest creation in his hand. It appears to be some kind of mechanical headband, complete with an antenna protruding from the top. "By putting this on, the wearer can make any desired target explode."

"Huh." Sonic looks back down at his pancakes. "Explode, like BOOM?" He tries to stab his downright stale pancakes with his plastic fork and lets out a frustrated sigh when he only succeeds in bending the tines.

"Explode, like BOOM! Do you have any idea how much this will help us in our battles with Eggman? I can just point this at his robots and reduce them to smithereens!" Tails finally takes his eyes off of the Explodinator 5000 to look at Sonic. "It isn't limited to just his robots either—Sonic, what is that."

"Pancakes," Sonic replies blandly, gesturing towards his plate in much the same way as Tails was doing moments ago with his invention. "Meh Pancakes, actually. Meh Burger's experimenting with the idea of a breakfast menu, and—"

"I'm talking about the giant bird."

"Oh." Sonic glances over at his other lounge chair, which is currently occupied by a giant white goose. "His name's Bruce. Bruce, meet Tails. Tails, meet Bruce."

"Hi," Tails greets stiffly.

Bruce honks.

Sonic begins to explain, "Bruce wandered into my shack this morning and climbed on top of me and woke me up with his goose noises—by the way, not the best way to start the day, don't really recommend it—and I couldn't chase him out, so..." He makes eye contact with Bruce and reaches over to scratch his head like one would do to a dog. "He's my pet now, I guess. Or at least he is until he decides to leave, whenever that'll be."

"And you're sure this isn't gonna just be another Buster incident?"

"Buster was a robot that shot slime. Bruce is a real goose. Trust me, I checked already."

"I don't think I wanna know how you did that, but that's good at least." Tails can't help but wince a little when Bruce honks again. "Just... make sure you know how to take care of him."

"Pretty sure he's wild, so he should know how to take care of himself—Hands off." When Bruce suddenly leans forward and tries to take a bite of Meh Pancakes, Sonic pushes him away a little more roughly than necessary. "They're mine. And believe me when I say you're really better off never having these."

Bruce's responding honk sounds downright enraged at being refused subpar breakfast food, but Tails is ready to dismiss it as simply his imagination... until Bruce suddenly lunges for him. He yelps and instinctively holds his hands out in front of him to protect himself, but instead of attacking him, Bruce snatches the Explodinator 5000 out of his grasp with his beak. Before either hero can digest what is unfolding, the goose tosses the headband into the air, and it lands squarely on his head.

"What the—" Still holding his pancakes, Sonic rolls out of his lounge chair in the nick of time. He barely registers the tiny explosion that goes off right above him, only fully realizing what's happening when he feels the charred bits of the back of his lounge chair rain down on him.

"Sonic, he's trying to explode you with his mind!" Tails says, horrified. "I really think you should give him the—"

Sonic leaps to his feet, still keeping a tight clutch on those accursed pancakes. "Bruce the Goose, you put that dangerous thing down right now!" Honestly, he sounds more like he's trying to get a small dog to spit something out and less like he's defending himself from a wild bird out for his blood. "I said put it down!"

Bruce honks, and Sonic dodges three more explosion attempts within the next five seconds.

"Pets," he grumbles at Tails. "Word of advice: If you ever think about getting a pet yourself, get a gerbil or something."

And then he dashes off. With the pancakes.

Bruce honks the loudest honk he's honked so far and takes to the skies to give chase, leaving Tails by his lonesome.

Tails stands silently for a moment before sighing wearily and pulling his notepad and pencil out. Flipping to the appropriate page, he quickly skims the notes he already has written. "'Explodinator 5000 - Status: Complete. Testing: Successful. Field Results:—'" He jots down the most recent update. "'—Stolen by a goose determined to cause a Sonic BOOM.' Huh. Wonder when I'll learn my lesson to not invent things that'll endanger my friends."

He ponders that thought for a moment before shrugging.

"Oh well, back to the workshop. Been meaning to work on that one invention that throws knives at everything within three feet of it anyway."

[helloalycia]

the Clarks [two] // alicia clark

summary: as you grow up alongside the Clarks, your crush on Alicia seems to grow, as well as your friendship with Nick.

warning/s: mentions of rehab, drugs, death, minor violence and injury.

author's note: this is v late and i’m so sorry for that! i never usually wait this long between parts but it was my birthday this week so the past few days i’ve been celebrating haha. Without further ado however, here’s part two! hope you enjoy it 🥰

one / three / four / five / masterlist / wattpad

16 years old...

I finished refilling the salt and pepper shakers of the diner I worked at when the bell rang by the door, signalling new customers. When I looked up, I was pleasantly surprised to see Alicia walking through the door, followed by a few of her friends from school.

As they took a seat at a booth in the corner, she stopped by the bar to greet me.

"Hey, Y/N," she said with a slight smile, eyes meeting mine. "I wasn't sure if you were on shift today."

"Hey, yeah, I've picked up some extra ones after school," I said, returning her smile. "It's good to see you. I'll be at your table in a minute, yeah?"

She nodded in agreement, flashing me a final smile before going to join her friends. As I grabbed my notepad and pen, my girlfriend and colleague, Mona, stopped by the bar with a groan as another customer left the diner behind her.

"Tough order?" I asked with amusement.

"More like rude customer," she muttered with annoyance. "Your usual ones who complain about the stupidest of things. I was very close to hurting someone."

I laughed at her dismay, resting my hand on her arm and squeezing it gently. She was the least confrontational person I knew so she definitely wouldn't have done anything, but I also knew how annoying rude customers could be. That was how we'd bonded when we first met when she started working here a few months ago.

"It's fine, at least they're gone now," I assured her.

"Yeah, but it happens so much lately," she whined. "It's so hard to not just 'accidentally' spit in their food, y'know?"

"Hey, who's saying you can't?" I asked as I rounded the bar to wait on Alicia's table.

Sensing my teasing, Mona shoved me in the arm playfully, making me laugh as I approached Alicia's table. My laughter faded into a smile as I looked over to the Clark girl.

"Mona's working today, too?" she asked curiously, glancing over at said girl.

"Yep, definitely makes days here easier," I said playfully, though very much meaning it.

Alicia smiled a little, before looking down at her menu.

"So, is everyone ready to order?" I asked the table in my go-to customer service voice.

Going around the table, I noted down everyone's orders before returning to the kitchen to give them the order, but not without making sure to add an extra slice of extra cheesy garlic bread with Alicia's pasta, as always. I made up everyone's drinks before serving them, then continued to wait on a few other tables before Alicia's table's food was done.

"...and for you, a chicken tomato pasta bake with garlic bread," I finished handing out the orders, setting Alicia's plate down last.

She glanced up at me with a quirked brow, already spotting the extra slice. "You spoil me. Truly."

"Hey, favourite customers get privileges," I reminded her, and it brought a lovely grin to her lips before she tucked in.

The diner was a little dead after that, so Mona and I passed time as we chatted by the bar. Only, our boss caught wind of it and ordered us back to work, meaning I had to go back to Alicia's table to check if they needed anything else. A few wanted some more drinks, so I roped Mona into helping me out as we made up a tray.

"Here you go," I said as I began to hand out some glasses and grab the empty ones.

"Alicia, hey!" Mona greeted the brunette as she replaced some sauces on their table.

Alicia and all the other Clarks had met Mona before, about a month ago, so it wasn't odd for them to interact.

"Hey," Alicia returned with a small smile.

"She's not spoiling you again, is she?" Mona joked, nudging me in the side. "She'd do anything for her best friend's little sister. Little Leashy, right, Y/N?"

I rolled my eyes, embarrassed. "Shut up."

"I'm not a kid, you know," Alicia mumbled, but I heard it.

"Of course not, Alicia, she's just kidding," I assured her, playfully shooting Mona a glare.

"One year difference," Alicia muttered under her breath, a frown on her lips as she focused on her food.

I realised she was a little more offended than I thought, but now wasn't the time to ask her if she was okay, not with all of her friends and Mona watching. So, Mona and I left them to it as we went back to work. Eventually, Alicia's table finished and came up to the bar to pay for their orders individually. Alicia was the last one to pay, so I took this as my chance to check in.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked as she left some cash on the counter.

She hummed as I used the till, giving her the correct amount of change.

"Mona didn't mean to offend you," I said guiltily. "It was just a joke."

She forced a smile as she met my eyes, but I saw right through it. "She didn't, don't worry. It's fine."

"Because it's true, you know," I continued, hoping to assure her.

"What?"

"I don't think of you as Nick's little sister," I clarified. "You're much more than that. But I would do anything for you."

Definitely not expecting that, she was unable to stop herself from smiling shyly, cheeks dusting pink, and I knew I'd said the right thing.

"Have a good day, Alicia," I said with a smile.

"Are you, er, coming over for dinner later?" she asked, clearing her throat.

I suppressed the urge to smile even wider at how she was trying to play it cool. "I wouldn't miss it."

She nodded, eyes flickering over to mine briefly, before she turned to leave.

Definitely not just Nick's little sister, that was for sure.

17 years old...

School never got any easier as I grew up, especially with how small my town was and how everybody seemed to know each other's business. It made me a target, being the girl with the loser dad and the drunken mother. But I'd gotten pretty good at ignoring the cruel words of bored teens.

Until I didn't.

I was minding my own business one day, sat in the cafeteria and eating my lunch whilst getting some studying in. And then some annoying guys from homeroom who always loved to give me grief decided to walk by and make a comment.

"Hey, Y/L/N," one of them, Andy, snickered. "Where's your little addict friend?"

I rolled my eyes but tried my best to ignore his attempt at a taunt. He was referring to Nick, who had unfortunately been admitted into rehab recently. His issues with drugs had only worsened over the years, despite my many attempts to help him stop it, and it had gotten to a point where he was a threat to his own life. Rehab had been the only answer, and it stung to not have him around, especially since he was my best (and only) friend, but I only wanted him to get better.

Unfortunately, that meant the gossip at school had been around Nick's absence, and the teasing towards me had only increased tenfold. I couldn't care less what bullies had to say about me or my life – to my face or behind my back – but I didn't want anyone to speak poorly of the Clarks.

"You gonna pretend you don't hear me?" Andy continued to taunt me, before chuckling dryly. "I heard he was finally put out of harm's way because he just didn't know when to quit. Kinda sounds like your mum, doesn't it? With all that drinking she does, she should be in there with him."

"Fuck off," I said to him dismissively, trying not to let his words get to me

"She has a voice!" he exclaimed sarcastically, making his idiot friends laugh.

"Yeah, and a fist too, so fuck off," I repeated, this time fixing a glare in his direction.

He narrowed his eyes at me challengingly. "Or what?"

I'd gone many years without entertaining his bullshit and I wasn't about to stoop to his level now. Rolling my eyes, I looked back down to my textbook and tried to continue my work. I didn't get very far, however, as he took my pencil from my hand and snapped it childishly.

"Quit it," I said harshly.

"Or what?" he tried to provoke.

I clenched my jaw but stayed silent, not wanting to give him what he wanted nor get into any trouble. But then he said something that went too far, and I couldn't stop myself from reacting.

"First your mum, then your deadbeat dad and now your addict friend... who else you gonna fuck up, Y/N? The slutty sister? The bitch mum?"

Speaking poorly of me? Fine. But I wasn't going to let him slander the only people who ever truly cared about me. So, without much thought, I stood up and punched him square in the face, certainly surprising him and his friends.

He clutched his cheek, staring at me wide-eyed. He mustn't have thought I'd actually do it, and to be honest, I didn't think I would either. But I couldn't stop my anger from taking over as I grabbed my lunch tray and avoided his next swing, instead slamming the tray across his face. This seemed to spur him into action as he lunged at me, grabbing me by the shirt and punching me in the face. A painful, meaty punch that was much more than I could handle.

I tried to shove him off me, but he was a lot stronger than I was. Thankfully, before he could go in for another punch, the crowd that had formed were broken into by some nearby teachers, who pulled us both apart and began yelling at us to stop.

"This crazy bitch started it first!" Andy screamed, glaring at me as one of the science teachers held him back.

"Don't you dare fucking speak about them!" I shouted right back at him. "You're a fucking dick!"

Before I could even attempt to spout more insults – much more creative ones, might I add – a teacher dragged me out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. As soon as they mentioned the principal's office, I knew I was fucked.

The principal never listened to me, not really. I'd come to him many times in the past, particularly about the grief Andy and his pals had given me, but nothing was ever really done about it because I could never prove it. So, when I was face to face with the principal yet again, I chose to stay quiet.

"Y/N, I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened," he was saying, but I simply crossed my arms and waited for the punishment I would inevitably get. Abuse wasn't tolerated and I didn't expect any leniency.

When he saw I wasn't cooperating, he sighed with frustration before sending me away to the nurse's office. There, I was checked out and given an ice pack to ease the bruise on my cheek, a very painful one that left me with an ache in my mouth.

I was content just sitting there, sulking and using my ice pack, but then I saw a flash of blonde in the door and saw Madison had been called. She worked at school as a guidance councillor so must have heard what had happened, to my dismay, and was currently chatting with the principal. I sighed, already knowing the grilling I was about to get wouldn't be good.

Once they'd finished discussing what to do with me, no doubt, the principal left and in walked Madison, her eyes finding mine with disapproval and concern.

"What the hell happened?" she cut straight to the point, staring down at me. "You assaulted another student?!"

I stayed quiet as I lowered my ice pack, looking down at it in my hand for a distraction.

"Y/N, this isn't like you at all," she said, a little less angrily. "What did Andy say to you?" Nothing. "Did he hurt you? Tell me."

Not wanting to worry her or add to her plate, I spoke quietly, "It was nothing. He was just being a dick."

She paused, shifting her weight on her feet. "Sweetie, I can't do anything unless you tell me exactly what happened."

I closed my eyes, shaking my head slightly. What was the point? I'd already done the damage. There was no need to make it worse by telling her the horrible stuff Andy had said about her family. About how easily triggered I could get over something so stupid.

Madison took a seat beside me, making me open my eyes and look over to her.

"Please," she pleaded gently. "The principal wants to suspend you for two weeks. Both of you. But I can talk him out of it if you tell me what happened."

Suspension? I should have guessed. Now was definitely the wrong time to be suspended, what with me in my final year and exams to prepare for. But I supposed it was inevitable.

"Was it about Nick?" she pressed for information, and I must have frowned without realising because she pulled me in for a side hug. "Oh, sweetie, I know it's tough. Kids talk. But Nick is somewhere that's good for him. You can't let other people's opinions change that."

It might have been her kind words or simply the hug she was giving that instantly put me at ease like it always did, but I began to share more.

"It wasn't just that," I told her, and she waited patiently as I collected my thoughts, selecting my next words carefully. "He said some horrible things about me, sure, but about all of you. Nick. Alicia. You. And he doesn't have the right. He doesn't know any of you, how good you all are. He can't just say that stuff and get away with it, Madison, he just can't."

It was mortifyingly embarrassing how easily tears welled up in my eyes, just at the mere thought of someone saying nasty things to me. But I couldn't help it. I guess I cared too much.

"I'll sort this out," she promised, squeezing my shoulder.

"I didn't want to fight," I said, pulling away slightly so I could face her. I needed her to know I wasn't a total mess. "I tried to ignore him, but he wouldn't leave it alone. You know I wouldn't just hit someone like that."

"I know," she said, smiling sympathetically. "And I know people like him. He'll be dealt with accordingly."

I nodded, unsure to what that meant exactly, but hoping he'd finally get the punishment he deserved.

"You should go home," she said, before standing up. "I can take you,"

I shook my head, standing up too. "No, you're working. It's fine. I can get the bus."

"You shouldn't be alone after all this, Y/N."

"Seriously, I'll be okay," I promised her.

She was hesitant, unsure whether to believe me, but thankfully she didn't press on it any further as she nodded in agreement.

So, I did just that and took the bus home, immediately jumping straight into bed where I felt the safest. My mum was still at work and thankfully hadn't been contacted about the incident (I'm sure I had Madison to thank for that), but she wouldn't have come even if she had been. She was going to be back late again, no doubt, so I had the place to myself for a while.

I started to think about Nick, wondering how he was and what he was doing. He would have been the person I went to in situations like this, but he had his own recovery to go through. The last I'd spoken to him was a few weeks ago on his allocated phone call. He seemed angry that he was there, but sober, which was all I wanted for him.

For now, I was on my own.

Later that afternoon, I woke up to my phone vibrating on my bedside table. I hadn't even realised I'd fallen asleep until I answered it without looking, confused and half awake.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, finally!" It was Alicia, I realised. "Are you home? I've been knocking on your door for a while, but there's no answer."

"Hmm, yeah," I said between a yawn. "Sorry. I was just sleeping. I'll come down now."

After forcing myself out of bed, I clambered down the stairs and opened the front door to see Alicia. She still had her backpack, making me think she'd just finished school for the day.

"Y/N," she breathed out worriedly, before her hand grabbed my chin and she turned my head to look closely at my cheek.

"It feels better than it looks," I tried to assure her, which was kind of a lie, but she didn't need to know that.

"Well, it looks pretty shitty," she decided, before letting go of my chin.

"What did you need?" I asked, a small part of me hoping she wouldn't want to talk about it, but that was silly of me.

She raised an eyebrow with disbelief. "What did I need? I came to see how you are, you idiot!"

I spread my arms out lamely. "I'm fine, clearly."

Knowing she wouldn't leave, I turned to head into the living room and heard her following behind me.

"Y/N, what happened?" she asked with a frown, joining me on the couch.

I shrugged, pulling my legs up. "Nothing."

"Mum said the same thing, but the gossip at school says otherwise," she murmured, eyes flickering between my cheek and my eyes.

I sighed tiredly. "It wasn't anything, Alicia. Just Andy being an arsehole."

"Yeah, he always is," she said knowingly, "but you've never gotten physical before, so what did he do to piss you off so bad?"

If I couldn't tell Madison, not properly anyway, I definitely couldn't tell Alicia. Not sweet, stays-out-of-trouble, innocent Alicia.

"Nothing," I said simply, making her groan loudly and massage her head with frustration.

"Fine," she muttered. "Don't tell me."

"I'm not."

She glanced at me, fixing me with a glare, and I couldn't help but smile a little, glad I could still annoy her.

"I was worried," she admitted after a moment of quiet. "All they said at school was that two seniors got into a fight. Then mum said you were one of them and that I'd find you here."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that, but it did warm my insides a little to know she cared enough to check in on me. She always cared, I knew that, but my delusional self could hope it was for more reasons than me being her brother's best friend. Mona and I broke up a while ago, so now that I was single again, I was also back to liking Alicia, to my dismay.

"You decked him real good, huh?" she suddenly said, earning my attention again.

"What?"

"Andy. He was walking out of the principal's office with a bloody nose and a black eye," she said, eyebrows raised as if she were impressed. "Whatever he said to you... well, he won't be saying it again, that's for sure."

I pressed my lips together, unsure whether it was appropriate to smile, but then she began to laugh and I couldn't help but join in.

Once her laughter faded, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, eyes peering into mine with her thoughts a million miles away. I waited for her to say something, but she was just staring, distracted. Then she lifted her other hand and caressed my cheek gently, tenderly, in a way that made me forget how to breathe.

"You shouldn't listen to what other people say," she muttered. "Be careful, Y/N. Please."

I struggled to respond at first, my brain short-circuiting at the feeling of her so close to me. "I will."

She nodded slightly, dropping her hand from my cheek but not quite letting go of my hand. Her eyes lingered on mine for a second longer, green turning golden in the early evening light, and I was glad when she finally let go because I could have stared at her all day. We both looked away, myself hoping she couldn't hear my racing heart in the silence. Did she even know the effect she had on me?

"You're not working today, are you?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Er, no. Not until the weekend. Why?"

She leaned her elbow on the back of the couch and turned to face me a little more. "D'you wanna sleepover tonight?" I must have looked surprised as she quickly added, "I just– I miss Nick, even though I would never admit that to him. But yeah, I miss him and I miss you too. You haven't been over as much since he left and you're my friend too, right?"

I wasn't sure how to react, unsure if she was being serious or not. But she must've been because she was awaiting an answer and seemed slightly nervous.

"Of course I am, Alicia, sorry," I said with a sigh, feeling a little guilty now. It must have been hard for her without Nick.

"Then stay over tonight," she insisted. "You can come for dinner. We can play Monopoly together. And I'll feel better knowing you're safe and looked after and not alone."

I smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Leashy. I'd love that."

She smiled widely before moving in for a hug without warning, and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her gratefully.

A month passed and my fight with Andy was old news now. He and his friends began to leave me alone – whatever Madison had threatened them with had clearly worked. I was hanging out with Alicia a lot more because I felt the need to be there for her even more now that Nick wasn't here. But he was going to be home soon and I couldn't wait, I seriously missed my best friend.

Everything seemed like it was going well, so well in fact that the last thing I expected was the worst.

One evening, I was calling Alicia but she wasn't answering, and when I looked over at the Clarks house, there didn't seem to be anyone home. Then the next day at school, Alicia wasn't in and neither was Madison. I didn't know why and, naturally, my brain jumped to the worst conclusions. When I asked around, nobody knew nor cared, so I was stuck worrying until I could escape school and stop by their house afterwards.

Madison's car was parked out front when I walked up their drive, so I wondered if they were both sick or something. I definitely didn't expect Madison to answer the door looking like absolute hell. Eyes bloodshot with matching dark circles, she was wearing mismatched loungewear and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun, as if it were an afterthought. She didn't look sick, but something was definitely up. I'd never seen her like this – she was usually so put together.

"Madison, what happened? Are you okay?" I asked instantly, stepping forward to assist her somehow. "Is it Alicia? Nick? Did something happen?"

And she proceeded to invite me in, then broke the news. Her husband had died yesterday in a car accident. As soon as she told me, my jaw dropped. I could barely believe it. How could he just die like that? I'd literally seen him the other day, on his way out to work! Just like that, gone.

Once I overcame my shock, I realised just how heartbroken Madison and Alicia must have been. Instantly, I pulled the blonde in for a hug, holding her tight as she tried her best to keep it together. I didn't know what else to do. I'd never comforted an adult before and she was usually the one to comfort me.

"I'm so sorry, Madison," I whispered, heart breaking when she sucked up a breath and pulled away, forcing a smile.

"It'll be okay, sweetie, I just–" She wiped a few stray tears from her eyes, and that's when I knew this was truly a private family moment, not something I needed to be here for.

"I'll leave," I told her, squeezing her hand before letting go. "You deserve some privacy."

"No, no, it's okay," she assured me. "I'm just dealing with a lot. The past day has been a whirlwind is all."

I paused, nodding slowly as I took in her exhausted expression. "Does Nick know?"

She frowned, looking down. "Not yet."

I sighed quietly, already knowing that this would break him. He was finally recovering and doing so well, sober for two months now. This would kill him.

"I'm gonna tell him when I visit in a few days," she continued.

I frowned, but nodded, then the other Clark sibling came to mind. "And Alicia? How is she holding up?"

Madison pinched the bridge of her nose before shaking her head. "Yeah, no, she's not good, hon. She won't leave her room. Hasn't said a word since yesterday."

God, Alicia must have taken it terribly. She wasn't super close to her father, but it was still her dad. She'd never dealt with loss before and she didn't have anyone to share it with apart from her mother, who was notorious for boxing her real emotions up. I couldn't help but worry for her.

"You should go up to see her," Madison suddenly said. "It might help having a friend around. Someone who's not me."

I grimaced. "I'm not too sure. Maybe she needs some space right now. It's all fresh and she might just want to be alone."

"If she does, she'll tell you," she said, convinced. "Besides, I was mistaken. You're not just a friend. You're Y/N. Please, try. She won't talk to me."

I wasn't so sure and the last thing I wanted was to encroach on her privacy, but I also wanted to help Madison in any way I could, so I reluctantly nodded. When I headed upstairs and knocked on Alicia's door, there was no reply, as expected.

I hesitated, before calling out, "Alicia, it's me. I'm coming in!"

Again, I paused to see if she would respond, but I heard nothing, so I slowly opened the door and let myself in. She was laying in bed under the covers, on her side and staring ahead whilst her mind was elsewhere. Her curtains were closed, but the daylight still shone through the cream-coloured fabric, casting a golden glow around the room.

Carefully, I approached Alicia's bedside and kneeled down so I was eye level with her. She'd very obviously been crying, her green eyes bloodshot like her mother's, though they were still wet with tears when they met mine. Her lips were quivering and it broke my heart to see her so upset, so broken.

"I'm so sorry, Alicia," I murmured, pushing her hair behind her ear and letting my hand linger for a moment. "I'm here for you."

Her quivering lips frowned as she nodded, and then tears rolled down her cheeks and she squeezed her eyes shut, silent sobs breaking through. I leaned forward, holding her close, and she began to cry into my shoulder, not saying a word. I wasn't sure what else to do or say, but sometimes just being there was enough.

Losing the head of their family had thrown the Clarks into a dark time, understandably so, and it had me doing my utmost best to be there for them, especially with Nick still in rehab. His stay was delayed slightly due to the effect his father's death had on him, but eventually, just over a month later, he was finally allowed to leave.

We all threw him a welcome home party and it only consisted of his family and I, but we had cake and decorations and made for the perfect spot to celebrate his return. Once Madison brought him home, Alicia and I were left to shout surprise and the joy on Nick's face was enough to make all of this worth it.

"Oh my God, you guys didn't," he said with a laugh, before moving forward to pull Alicia and I into a tight hug.

"We're so proud of you, Nick," Alicia mumbled in his shoulder.

As he pulled away, he took a moment to look at us both properly, it having been so long since he'd seen us in person. He looked lighter, different, happier. I couldn't stop smiling.

"You didn't replace me with this one whilst I was gone, did you?" he teased me, referring to Alicia.

I laughed as I glanced at the eye-rolling Clark girl beside me. "Nobody could ever replace you, Nick. But yeah, Alicia was a pretty good stand in."

She smacked me playfully on the arm as Nick laughed and pulled me close again, kissing me on the side of the head.

"And you, Leashy? Bet you were glad I was gone, weren't you?" he joked as I shoved him off me.

"I may have missed you a smidge," she admitted sheepishly, and he smiled cheekily before hugging her once more.

"I missed you too," he said, before looking to me as well. "Both of you. Mum's been keeping me up to date, but it's so good to see you again."

Alicia and I exchanged looks before smiling at him, definitely sharing the same thought: we were glad he was home.

After catching up and cutting the cake with Madison, we all indulged for a little while and then I started to clean up around the kitchen.

"Hey," Nick said, approaching me as I did.

"Hey," I returned with amusement. "What's up? You want more cake?"

"I mean, it was nice," he said knowingly, making me chuckle, "but no. I, er, actually wanted to talk to you."

Sensing he wanted my full attention, I finished tossing a paper plate out before looking to him curiously. "Sure thing. What's up?"

He met my eyes, expression softening. "Thank you for being here for my mum and Alicia when I couldn't be. Especially lately with..." He paused, swallowing hard, and I could tell that it was still a struggle for him to admit his father was gone, so I cut him off.

"You don't need to thank me, Nick. They're family. And I'm here for you, too, just like you are with me. Always will be."

He began to smile before pulling me in for another hug, the millionth since he'd returned but I didn't care in the slightest.

"I missed you a lot," he told me. "Being there without you was just so... insane. I had no one to tell everything to. No one to annoy in my free time."

I cracked a smile. "I know what you mean. School has been shit without you."

"You have to tell me everything I missed. We've got finals coming up soon. Graduation."

"It can wait for now. Today is all about you."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Fine. But I wanna hear all about you tomorrow."

I chuckled. "You got it, Nick."

[the-kr8tor]

MY DEAR 🪦 ANON...YOU KNOW..I THINK WE MIGHT HAVE MORE IN COMMON THAN I ORIGINALLY THOUGHT. Daily Hobie HC! I couldn't do character study tonight because of assignments but tomorrow I swear It's almost impossible to be proper enemies with the Spider-Punk, which was the cause for the weird friendship between the two of you. Being the Prowler, it was an oddity to see you and Spidey, as you call him, running around like chaotic children on the roofs. Some days, you both manage to do your jobs well done, being in a pretty good mood. Other days? Sometimes the other just needed to vent out pent-up frustration, which was the main cause for the battles everyone else sees. Sometimes, Spidey just needed to punch things, and would use you as his own punching bag with your permission, always keeping an ear out for the word 'pulp', a safeword in case it got too much to handle.

Other times, it was you who needed to beat the shit out of Spidey, curling in the robotic claws of your gauntlet and powering it into his chest, knocking him back. After these venting fights, you both would seek refuge in a nearby alleyway or a secluded area, tending to each other's wounds after the battle. During this period, it was usually verbal venting, with various 'what's wrong?'s and reassurance. The fact that you both acted like close friends, yet never knew how each other looked like, never even entered his or your mind. Once, Hobie sat on the edge of a roof, looking down at the hazy city below, sniffling slightly under his suit. He felt as if he was coming down with something, his throat feeling itchy. Luckily, you managed to appear right next to him, taking your own seat and asking the casual question of how he is, handing a crinkly brown bag with a donut inside for him. As the two of you conversed, with Hobie rolling up the bottom of his mask to eat the food you had brought him, he mentions about how he might be coming down with something. Hobie nods and smiles as you offer to take over for him until he feels better, which definitely doesn't go unpaid by him. The moment he's up and running again, he nicks some food for you as well and offers it to you as a payment gift. Although he knew you couldn't exactly eat it in front of him due to your helmet, you always ensured to eat it when you were alone. One fight, while Hobie was taking out his stress of being Spider-Man, he had accidentally landed a punch that messed up the control of your helmet, springing it wide open and unintentionally face revealing you. Hobie paused as you tried to quickly fix it, to no avail. With an awkward chuckle, he gives you a very out of pocket compliment, genuinely feeling taken aback at how lovely you were on his eyes. No doubt, the ordeal was quickly forgotten with the sound of laughter, until Hobie decided to even it out and pulled his mask up fully, causing you to choke on your own spit briefly. Oh no. He's hot. -🐦‍⬛

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Daily Hobie HC ‼️‼️‼️

No worries!! Good luck on your assignments!

Wosnqpmsms yknow i love a good reverse roles au!!!

HAHAHHAHAHA they're dating but they're the only ones who don't know it yet

Their love language is beating the shit out of each other! I can just imagine them patching each other up after a good fight while munching on slices of pizzas (hobie gives the last slice to r ofc but they cut the last slice in half to share 🥺)

They're literally partners and everyone in the city is so confused about their relationship I bet there's posts speculating abt their relationship lmaooo

I wanna share a donut with him too 🥺

R is as lovestruck as Hobie after the impromptu face reveal!! Except hobie is pretty good at hiding it but r is like frozen on the spot who can't even get a word out 🤣

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We Can't do This to Him!

About: Nick, Chris, and Y/N go to Taras Yummys party, and Y/N and Chris get EXTREMELY drunk. Chris starts to confess his feelings for Y/N despite her being in a 2 years relationship with his brother Matt. Things begin to get heated sexually until Chris says something that makes you think about Matt and you change your mind last minute.

Background: Nick reached out to Y/N on her workpage to see if she can give him some tattoos which she said yes to. You started to become friends with Nick after that and he introduced you to his brothers. After 3 months of being friends with them all, Chris admitted to you that he has feelings for you. You rejected him and told him you actually have your eyes on Matt. Chris went and told Matt about it and after that, Matt asked you on a date. Now it has been 2 years since then.

Contains: Kissing, FIngering, Alcohal use, Cheating, spit kink, and more that I'm prolly forgetting.

We Can't Do This!

It has offically been 2 years since Matt and I have been dating. The 2 years have been truly breathtaking. He was the sweetest, most animal-loving, sassiest man you knew, and I loved everything about it. Being with him has brought me one of my 2 closest best friends, Nick and Chris.

We met when Nick followed my tattoo page and asked me to give him some tattoos. At first, it was awkward but after about 30 minutes of me giving Nick his tattoo, we started to warm up to each other. After that, we would hang out constantly which is how I became so close to his brothers and even started dating one.

Matt isn't a very social individual unless he knows you well and he prefers quiet areas with not too many people there, so it wasn't a surprise Matt turned down Tara's invitation to her party. However you on the other hand wanted to go since you always heard how magnificent her parties are.

"Matt come on! Victoria can't go since she has work that day.!", y/n said in a whiney voice, trying to persuade him, knowing that he was still going to say no.

"No, I'm not going to that party!", Matt spat at me as he walked over to me and sat on the couch next to me. "I don't even see the point of me going anyway. I don't drink, I don't smoke, or do any type of hardcore drugs and I don't dance in front of randoms. All I would do is stand there and watch people make a fool of themselves", Matt said as he grabbed the remote from coffetable and turned on the TV.

"Nick and I are going. Wanna come with us?", Chris asked from the kitchen as he was eavesdropped on our conversation. "You know Nick wouldn't mind.", Chris stated as he stuffs his hamburger in his face.

"See you have a solution to your problem already!", Matt said as he went on to Netflix and started to type in Bojack Horseman

"Shut up!", I said in a playful tone and slightly nudged him away from me, causing him to laugh a little. "Of course, I would like to go with you guys. Thanks for letting me.", I said to Chris as I smiled at him. He just put his thumb up since his mouth was full of his hamburger that he took a massive bite out of.

Matt scooches closer to me and rests his arm on the top of the couch. I leaned my head back onto his arm and leaned my body to the left a little to lay on Matt. He gave me a peck on my head as he turned on The Vampire Diaries.

Before the Party

I heard a knock on my door as I put on my right earring. "Victoria, could you get that for me! I think it's Nick and Chris!", I screamed out to my roommate who was in the kitchen.

I hear Victoria start walking towards the front door and open it. "Hey Nick, Y/N is still getting ready in her room.", Victoria states as the 2 boys walk into her house and close the door for her.

"Hey Vicky!", Nick said as he went and wrapped his arms around her to give her a hug. "How are you? I haven't seen you in weeks. I've missed you so much." Nick stated as he let go of her and stepped back.

"I've been doing good for the most part just been working my ass off recently.", Victoria answered as she tried to avoid eye contact with Chris since she could tell he was giving her his stank face. No one knew or understood why Chris and Victoria didn't like each other but they just didn't. It's the weirdest thing too because they used to get along great when we all first met. Hell, I'd even say that they were like the duo of the group till their falling out.

"How much longer till she is ready?", Nick asked as he walked deeper into Victoria's and my apartment. Just then I opened my door and walked out into the living room.

"Sorry for taking a little long but beauty takes time and patience," I said. I was wearing a tight, dark blue dress that stopped a little above my kneecaps, that outlined my curvy body. I had my gold septum nose ring, golden hooped earrings, and a golden bracelet with a pair of blue high heels.

"Wow!", Chris exclaimed quietly enough for you not to hear but not so quietly that Victoria and Nick couldn't hear. Nick slightly slapped the side of Chris's arm.

"That is your brother's girlfriend, pull yourself together and act accordingly!", Nick whispered passive-aggressively in Chris's ear causing him to look back at Nick and shoot him the same look he gave Victoria when he first arrived. "You look beautiful in that dress y/n. Blue really suits you.", Nick said ignoring the look that he is receiving from Chris right now.

"Thank you, Nick! You guys don't look too bad yourself", I said as I looked at the outfits they were wearing. Mainly Chris's outfit. Chris was wearing an all-white suit, with a light blue tie and some suspenders. Chris had looked extra sharp today.

"So uhh are you ready to go or what?", Chris asked as he started to repeatedly tap his foot against the ground to stop his boner from forming.

"Yes I am, come one lets go!", I said excitedly as I started to walk over to the front door and opened it. "Bye Victoria! I'll see you when I get home.", I stated before leaving Victoria all alone.

"Bye guys, hope you guys have fun and don't get too lit," Victoria said walking up to the door. "But still take a shot for me guys!", she yelled out as she closed the door and locked it.

"Jesus she is so fucking annoying. I don't know how you can live with her y/n", Chris said as we walked to the car, making a statement that pissed me off.

"If anything Chris, I don't know how Matt and Nick could live with you when you leave all your shit-stained underwear around the house!", I said in defense of my roommate. He had no right to talk about her or her being annoying since he is the yapper of all yappers and doesn't know when to shut the fuck up.

"Damn she got you there Chris", Nick said instigating Chris and me into a big argument about Victoria the entire drive to Tara's party.

At The Party

All 3 of us got out of the car and closed the door. Nick made sure to leave 6 bottles of water in the car for when Chris and I try to sober up. Lucky Nick doesn't drink, so he is our driver for tonight.

"Look I don't care or wanna hear your opinions on Victoria! Just shut the FUCK up and let's go get fucked up!", I said as I started to walk towards her house.

"You only want to stop now because you know I'm right and that you'll never be able to prove me wrong," Chris said as he followed behind me trying to get another rise out of me.

"UGHHHHH I DON'T CARE GOD!", I screamed out as I started to speed walk to Tara's front door, leaving Chris and Nick behind. I opened the door and saw all the different influencers here. And more importantly, the amount of alcohol and weed that was there.

I walked into the house and started taking as many shots as I could. Once Chris came into the house he quickly followed behind me. I lost count of how many shots we took after our 12th one.

....

It has now been 2 hours since we first arrived I am truly and royally fucked. My vision was now blurry and my words were all scrambled. I could barely hold myself up without falling all over the place and Chris wasn't looking much good either. He was jumping up all over the place and calling it dancing which was definitely not what he was doing. He fell all the way from the top of the stairs to the bottom in front of everybody. It was just flat-out embarrassing and hilarious.

As I was looking for a bedroom or a bathroom... or maybe it was the kitchen? I don't even remember what I was looking for but I know it was something with a door. I made my way up the stairs without completely falling all the way down, before realizing, I hadn't seen Chris in a hour since he fell.

"My head and stomach is fucking killing me," I mumbled as I'm stumbled down the hallway. As I keep walking down the hallway, I open one of the doors only to see 2 girls making out.

"Ahhh!", one of them screamed out when they saw me in the doorway kneeling over while holding my stomach.

"Oh ughhhh.... Im so .... fuck ugh.... I'll just leave," I said as I realized there is nothing to say to make the situation any better. I then close the door and stumble into the next room. To my surprise, Chris is there just in the dark pitch black room staring out of the window in silence.

"Chris? What the hell I thought you fell downstairs", I said making a statement that made me chuckle as I remember what he looked look like falling down.

"Fuck!", Chris shouted as he turned his head a little startled. "You have....to like knock or something before you interrupt a person!", Chris said trying his best to not slur his words but doing a terrible job at it.

"What am I interrupting even?", I said as I went to turn on the lights and examined the room. "What are you even doing in Taras room anyway? Are you like depressed or something? Do I have to get Nick ?", I asked as I walked over to the bed and sat next to him.

He didn't respond to any of my questions. It concerned me. Instead he just sat there and rested his head on my shoulder. This was weird would've been weird if we were sober but we're not and it's not like Chris and I would do anything. Im in love with his brother.

"You know.... I really appreciate you y/n. Like truly", Chris stated as he pulled out his Fryd Donut and took a hit. This wasn't the first time Chris has told me how much he appreciated me but it alway touched my heart when he did.

"Thank you Chris. I appreciate you too", I said as I rested my arm around his neck but just then he took his head off my shoulder and sat back up. He turned his head and just look at me. His eyes were so beautiful. My favorite thing about the triplets were always their eyes. I feel like I could get lost in them forever. It's like looking into a lagoon .

"No I don't think you understand me when I say that", he says which causes me to give him a confused look.

"Chris what do you mean by that?", I asked hoping that what I think he meant isn't what he actually means.

"You've really been there for me these past 2 years and you have no idea how much that has helped me", Chris says as he grabbed my hand and just kept staring at me. "But how much it hurts to see you with Matt. To see you two cuddled up on the couch the other day, to hear you guys fucking from my room".

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I must've drunk too much or something cause Chris would never do this to Matt. He loves Matt. I love Matt. He was the best thing to ever happen to me.

"Chris I don't th---", I was about to speak untill Chris interrupted me.

"No please just listen to me, I've wanted to say this for 2 years now", Chris states as he lets go of my hand and moves it to the left side of my cheek. He slowly started to caress my face. "I wanted you first but you wanted my brother and that really fucking hurt y/n. And the reason it crushed me so much was because.... well IS because I love you."

I was now speechless. Completely and underly speechless. I didn't know how to react or if I should take his hand off my face. I'm just in pure shock right now.

"If you don't say anything back, I'm taking it as a sign that you want me to kiss you right now", Chris says causing you to try to speak. You start to open your mouth but you don't even know what to say. Now I'm just sitting on Taras bed with Chris's hand on my cheek and him just staring at me. I really should've just stay home and spent the day with Matt. At least then I wouldn't have anything surprising coming my way.

I feel my head being pulled into Chris lips. I don't make an attempt to try and pull away. I dont know why but I didn't. Our lips now gently pressed together . Chris's lips are extremely soft, even softer than Matts. I've always wondered if Chris and Matt both kiss the same or not. I don't know why I wondered it but I did.

Chris deepens the kiss as he opened his mouth against mine and grazed the tip of his tounge against my lips, asking me for entrance without saying it. I allow it and open my mouth. My mouth now full of Chris wet, slimy tounge . I could tatse the Casamigos on his breathe and loved every molecule that I was tasting.

The kiss quickly turned from a gentle kiss to a kiss of desire and despreatiness. Chris was tryna fuck and me being drunk.... I'm 110 percent behind it. Chris pulled away from the kiss and started to unbutton his white suit. As I wait for Chris to take off his shirt, I can feel my inner core start to become wet.

Chris's shirt is now off and he climbs on top of me. "Open your mouth", he demands as he grabbed my jaw to help me open my mouth. I listen to him and open my mouth as wide as I could and stuck my tounge out. "Ugh Fuck your so fucking hot baby", Chris says as he admires how sexy I look as I wait for his hot spit to go down my throat.

"Hwak Tuah", Chris spat into my mouth and then smirked. I took my fingers and put them in my mouth and start to suck on them. Getting my fingers all nice, wet, and slimly turned Chris on even more. I could tell with the way his hard-on was pressing against lower stomach. I pulled my fingers out of my mouth and brought them to the thong. I pulled to the side and slowly started to circle around my clit, teasing myself. I moaned a little to get a rise outta Chris and it was working.

Chris grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my pussy. "I don't want you to have to do any work. Just lay back and let me make you feel good. Okay y/n?", Chris said as he lowered himself a little and started kissing your neck softly, causing you to whimper.

"Okay Chris", I say in a whipering voice as I run my hand through his hair with my spit and pussy juice on it still. Chris began to nibble and suck on my neck which started to form little marks. I push Chris's head away since I can't let him give me any hickeys. "Don't suck on me or you'll give my a hickey". I say as I rub the wet mark off my neck.

"Sorry I got too carried away", Chrs said in a excited voice. He began to move his hand above my mouth and stuck his middle and index finger in it. "Suck on them baby", he said in a seductive but dark voice. I obeyed and sucked on them. Once I was done, he pulled his fingers out of me and brought them to my pussy.

He softly grazed the lips of my pussy causing me to shudder. He then used his thumb and started to rub my clit in a circluar motion. "oh fuck", I quietly moaned as I wait for more. Chris then uses his middle and index finger and jams his finger inside of you without warning.

"OHH FUCK CHRIS", I screamed out at the sudden feeling of him inside me. He started to make a come here motion, pressing his fingers against my tight, sticky walls while examining my body.

"Tell me how fucking good I make you", Chris demands in a harsh tone, while still slurring his words.

"You make me... feel so fucking ..... good baby", I say in between moans and gasps. I start to feel a knot in my stomach from the way Chris is handling me. My body can no longer stay still from all this pleasure.

"Tell me you love me", Chris says in a voice of desperation and desire. This demand caught me off guard. I mean sure I love him, but like friend type of love. I don't think I could ever love Chris the way he wants me to.

Why am I doing this? I don't love him, I love Matt. Oh My God. MATT! I am getting FINGERED by his brother in Tara's bed. How much of a horrible person can I be?

"Wait, Chris get off me", I say as I grab his arm and push it away from me, causing his fingers to slip out of me. I sit back up while Chris sits back on the bed.

"What's the problem? Was I aggresive or something?", Chris asks while having a confused look on his face.

"The problem is that I'm dating your brother and I'm getting fingered by you!", I yell out as I stand up and back away from him.

"You didn't have a problem when I kissed you, or took my shirt off, or when I stuck my fingers inside of you, so why now? Lets just finish", Chris says in a loudly, angry tone. He now has gotten off the bed and grabbed his shirt to put back on.

"Look we can't do this. We both love Matt so much and he would be scarred if he ever found out", I state in a shaky voice.

"He isn't going to find out y/n. He would only find out if one of us told him which we won't", Chris says in a voice that makes me feel dumb.

"No Chris. Your just saying these things because your drunk. We both are drunk ok? We just made a mistake but we don't have to continue this mistake", I say trying to get Chris to see how wrong this is.

"I may be drunk now but I have always felt this way about you. I just never told anyone", Chris announced as he grab my hand. I pull my hands away immediately and take 2 steps back.

"Well keep it that way and don't ever mention it again. To anyone. EVER!," I say as I start to walk out towards the door to walk out before turning back to say one last thing to him. "Look I'm sorry and I wish things were different but they aren't. We both drank too much and it got the best of us. Lets just go find Nick and dip and never talk about this night again okay?", I say softly as I know it might hurt to hear in his shoes.

"Yeah lets do that", Chris responded in a sad tone as he walked out the door with me to go find Nick. His face now slightly red and his eye now watery.

It hurt to know that I am the cause of Chris pain right now but what can I do?. I just hope that this was a result of him having one too many shots tonight and not him actually being in love with me.

Authors Note:This is the first fan fic I've ever written so if you have any tips to help me write better, im all ears.

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: the guilt eats me up inside / nate & dealers choice

things had gone from 1 to 100 really quick once the cops entered the nightclub, but nate could tell that they were ready to start shit from the moment he laid his eyes on them. most of the time nate did his best to avoid the cops, to steer clear of the law in any way possible but as nick lunged at them after the first few swings, shattering glass and breaking shit, nate couldn't just stand by and watch. as one of the men tried to restrain nick, nate tackled him to the ground and well.. now they were sitting in separate cells next to one another after being booked for assault which though true was bullshit because it was obvious that's what the bastards wanted.

nate ran his hands through his hair before leaning back with a heavy sigh. he'd stayed in far less comfortable places but he also had been getting used to the guest bed at octavias. glancing through the bars over towards nick who seemed unmoving with his head in his hands, nate frowned softly. "hey.. you okay?" he asked quietly. nate himself had gotten a bloody lip and a good kick to the ribs that he was sure would leave a nasty bruise but overall he'd had worse. he hadn't seen if nick had gotten better or worse after nate tackled the first cop to the ground but he knew the man had been through quite a lot over the past couple months and he doubted this helped.

nicks noncommital reply had nate's frown furrow a little more before he leaned back against the wall, "sorry they fucked up your bar, man... that shit was uncalled for..." they did it because they could and to spit on the club and to disrespect the members there at the time. "i'm sure octavia'll get us out in no time, or get someone else, maybe kassy? she's a lawyer isn't she? or well.. maybe not yet," he murmured more to himself now as he scratched at his chin. the silence from nick had nate shift closer to the bars, "hey, nick, really, are.. you okay?" it was clear he wasn't and while nate couldn't blame him his mild concern was growing for the guy.

at first he thought nick was going to snap at him, it wouldn't be unusual or necessarily uncalled for since nate was pestering him but instead; the guilt... eats me up inside, he very quietly heard from nick and nate's jaw clenched as he swallowed. nate was quiet himself a moment as he digested what nick said and tried to figure out just what was all encompassing that statement. he doubted he was talking about the reason he ended up in jail tonight but probably more about leaving that time ago. with the knowledge that kassy hadn't wanted him to go and then the girls and alec getting into a crazy situation while he and rev were gone... nate could understand that guilt.

"yeah... guilt'll do that to you..." he agreed quietly, knowing how much he still felt towards duncans death. "but you can't let it man, we all make mistakes, we all make choices that backfire on us sometimes, and look i'm not gonna even pretend i know all you've gone through or whatever... it's not my business, but what i do know is the people here missed you, and i doubt, no matter how pissed at you they are, they would want this for you." he wasn't quite sure what the hell he was saying, not often was he the type to give very good advice, at least thats what he thought. after another moment of silence nate then added, "you did get one good hook in on that bastard with the mustache tho," he murmured with a small smile, glancing sideways at nick, "think you broke his sunglasses, and his nose."

[arielhopepeace]

Welcome to another Joel and y/n fic. One of these times I’d like to write one that has the breakout, because zombies have always really freaked me out lol.

Anyway, in this fic, Sarah is 9, and y/n is her 4th grade teacher. Obviously it gets GOOOOOOD later on hehe. This fic was an idea recommended by @viclgrd ❤️

As always, pleaaaase enjoy.

Part two is here

Part three is here

Part four is here

Final part is here

Part One

18+ only

Tw: mention of cancer, mention of death, panic attacks, anxiety

4,770 words

Joel POV

  "Sarah, come on!" I urge my very stubborn nine year old daughter.

There's nothing I love more in this world than her. She's a spitting image of my late wife, and she was honestly an easy, laid-back baby with a surprisingly calm toddler stage. Getting her to school is the only real issue I've faced with her.

Sarah loves to sleep. I've taken her to pediatricians with my concerns on why she loves to be in bed so much, but they assured me it's only due to her enjoyment of it, and the fact that she's constantly growing, making her more fatigued. Waking her up every morning before I have to go to work is difficult, and rather taxing. Luckily, I'm able to leave right after I walk her to her bus stop, always making it to work in the nick of time.

I'd like to say that I'm a good father to Sarah. My wife passed away when our daughter was only one, so Sarah doesn't have any memory of her. I've always wondered if that made it easier, never knowing her, but I've always been too terrified to ask how she feels. She's still so young that I don't want to fill her head with dark and agonizing subjects.

Of course I'll talk about her mother if she asks and explain that she passed away from cancer, but I never linger on her death with Sarah. I always do my best to turn it into a beautiful, light thing, hoping that she never develops that crippling anxiety in her sternum as I have.

"Daddy, why can't you ever take me to school?" Sarah whines as she holds my hand, both of us leaving the house.

"Because," I begin as I peer down at her, "I have to work, baby."

Her eyes twinkle up at me with their hazel hue, my lips twitching up as I admire her, completely enamored with my little girl.

"So many other kids at school have their parents visit them for lunch. Can you visit me one day?" her gaze becomes teary.

I crouch down once we're at our stop sign, giving her a kiss between her brows. "Hey," I say softly, "don't cry. I'll ask when I go in today if I can have lunch with you sometime soon, okay?"

Sarah nods with excitement, wrapping her little arms around my neck. "Thank you."

Her gentle embrace and the softness of her solemn voice tugs at my heart, making me want to just quit my job so I can stay here to hug her all day.

The bus pulls up, hissing to a stop as the doors sigh, opening with a slight squeak.

"Have a good day, baby," I kiss my fingertips, waving her off as she steps onto her bus, her head scarcely turning to give me a mildly forlorn smile.

Working in construction as I do, I'm never able to take my lunch at Sarah's school. Not only are our lunches at different times, but my jobs are usually over a half an hour away or more. It's a demanding and grueling occupation, but it pays well and allows us to live comfortably; not living paycheck-to-paycheck as we used to.

When my wife passed, I was utterly, wholly gutted. Within a month of us finding out she had cancer, she was gone. It was dreadful knowing she was in pain, knowing there was nothing I could do to help her, and watching her rapidly decline until she drew in her last weak, delicate breath on this earth.

I promised her I'd take care of Sarah, and raise her to be as incredible as she was. Every single fiber in me prays that I'm doing everything exactly as she would've wanted it.

Being alone for the last eight years hasn't been difficult for me by any means. I've gone on a few dates here and there, but never anything that has stuck with me. It's usually just one date and then it's over, never hearing from the woman again, or I never reach out.

Part of me enjoys the wilderness within where my heart lies dried up in the sun. There's no possible way I can ever be left or have my heart broken if I'm alone. I'd be perfectly content with never having a woman again; just me and Sarah until she's old enough to move out and get on with her own life. She may only be nine, but I think about her growing up every day, and how in another nine years, she'll be graduating high school.

Those thoughts always fill me with sheer, all-consuming panic, knowing that she'll be leaving one day, and I'd never prevent her from doing so. All I want is for her to be happy and live the picturesque life she deserves, and she can't do that if I'm already having empty nest syndrome before she's even in the double digits.

On the drive to work, my cell phone begins ringing through the Bluetooth of my truck. My heart stops when I see it’s Sarah’s school, immediately answering the call.

“Hello?” I try to keep my voice steady.

“Hello, Mr. Miller! This is Principal Sanders, and I’m just reaching out to all the parents of students in Mrs. Peters’ class to let them know that unfortunately she won’t be returning to school this year. She’s still out with a broken hip after her fall, and we’re afraid she won’t make a full recovery as soon as we anticipated.”

My pulse settles, relieved Sarah is okay. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I know Sarah loves her, so I’m sure she’ll be sad.”

“Aw, that’s very good to know! We’re having a welcoming party for the new teacher tomorrow at the park right across the street from the school. We thought we’d make it a special occasion to lift the student’s spirits a bit about Mrs. Peters. We’re just doing a little head count to see how much pizza we should order. This isn’t going to be school funded, it’s just some of the staff getting together to welcome her. Are you and Sarah interested in joining?”

I shrug as I keep my eyes fixed on the road. “Sure. I’d like to chip in if you’re accepting donations, or I could even bring some food myself.”

“That’s very nice of you, Mr. Miller. That would be a big help either way.”

“What time? It’s Saturday, so I don’t always work on those days.”

“It’ll be at one o’clock.”

I’ll just make sure I don’t pick up any overtime tomorrow. I usually always try to, just for the extra money, but it would be nice to take a day off and go to the park with Sarah.

“Okay. We’ll be there. I’ll bring two pizzas and maybe a tray of cookies.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Miller. That’s very appreciated. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Mrs. Sanders. See you tomorrow.”

We hang up, my lungs letting out a gentle sigh of relief. I’ve never gotten a random call from Sarah’s school like that except for when she’s sick, and I always seem to be assuming the absolute worst about everything. Truthfully, I think it’s the left over apprehension I feel from my wife’s passing.

***

“Hi, I have a pizza order under Joel,” I say as I look around the pizza shop, the teenager at the register sighing at me.

“Your total is twenty-five dollars even,” the boy replies flatly.

My fingers fish into my wallet, handing him cash as a woman comes up beside him and places my pizzas on the counter. The boy takes my money as I grip the pizzas in my hand, the warmth from the bottom of the box radiating through my palm.

The door to the pizza place dings its bell as I leave, making a b-line for my idling truck that has Sarah in the passenger seat with a tray of cookies on her lap.

“Here, let’s put these on the floor,” I say as I set the pizzas onto the ground beneath her. “Just don’t step on ‘em.”

“Foot pizza doesn’t sound good to me, dad,” she giggles, making me laugh with her. “I’m excited to see my friends!”

“Will Rachel be there today?”

She nods enthusiastically as we head toward the park. “Yeah, she’s supposed to be. Everyone was really excited about it yesterday in class. I know some people couldn’t get their parents to go, though.”

“Well, at least Rachel will be there,” I beam at her before turning my eyes back to the road in front of me.

“And us,” she replies fondly. “I didn’t think we’d be able to go. You always work on Saturdays.”

“I know, but I thought it would be nice to just hang out in the park with you for the day.”

“Thank you,” Sarah says softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

Pulling up to the park, I see several children and parents everywhere. It looks like her entire class has shown up, the thought of Sarah being able to see all her friends making me happy for her. I’m really glad I decided to not get that overtime in today. She deserves to have some fun.

Sarah carries the cookie tray as I carry the two pizzas, opting for just cheese and pepperoni. My eyes land on the principal, guiding Sarah towards her with my palm on her shoulder. She’s so ecstatic that she nearly ran away with the damn cookies.

“Hello, Mr. Miller. Sarah,” the principal says warmly. “You can set everything down here,” she gestures to a table.

“Hey, Sarah,” I hear from beside me. “Is this your dad?”

“Yep!” she replies. “This is my dad, Joel!”

After setting the pizza down, I turn with an outstretched hand, my breath being caught in my throat as I take in the appearance of Sarah’s new teacher. She’s absolutely stunning, and my god she looks young. Sarah’s last teacher was easily in her mid-sixties, but this one can’t even be thirty yet.

“Hi, Mr. Miller. I’m Sarah’s new teacher, Ms. Y/l/n, but you can call me y/n.” Her voice is feminine and light, making goosebumps trail across my skin as our palms connect.

“Please, call me Joel,” I reply with a quick lick of my lips.

Sarah toddles away, joining several of her classmates on the playground.

“I’ve only been teaching them for a day, but Sarah is the most well-behaved,” she leans in to whisper. “And no, I haven’t said that to every parent,” y/n giggles.

Her little laugh forces me to join her, my nose being caressed with the scent of her perfume from her standing so close to me.

“Well, I’m glad. She was the easiest child, really.”

“Do you have any others?” she asks, her eyes on mine, completely melting me.

I shift, doing my best to focus on the conversation rather than her effortless beauty. “No,” I smile. “Just her.”

“I’m an only child, too,” y/n grins, her eyes flitting over to the playground briefly before meeting my gaze again.

“I wasn’t lucky enough,” I tease, watching a laugh pass her delicate, rosy lips. “I have an older brother.”

“I always wished to have a sibling, but my parents were never successful when trying again.” Her voice fills with melancholy. “My mom had ovarian cancer, so it was pretty impossible to conceive after me. I was a miracle baby.”

My brows fit together, that familiar anxiety blooming in my chest at the mention of cancer. I place my hand on my sternum, as if I’m trying to catch that feeling and push it down.

“I’m sorry,” is all I can muster out to say. “My late wife passed away from cancer when Sarah was one.”

Why did I say that? I’ve never spoken about her to anyone other than family before, but for some reason, I felt the need to tell y/n.

Her hand reaches out and rests on my bicep. “I’m so sorry,” her gentle eyes soften even further. “My mom died when I was ten, and my father just passed away last year.”

“My god,” I respond with disbelief. “You’re way too young to have lost both of your parents already.”

Y/n’s eyes track to her hand that rests against my arm, quickly removing it as she clears her throat. “Oh, they were older when they had me, but still not old enough to pass away.”

“How old were they, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She smiles. “I don’t mind at all. My mom was only forty-six when she passed, and my dad was older, he was seventy-six.”

“They were a few years apart, then?”

“Sixteen,” y/n laughs awkwardly. “Everybody always finds that so strange, but they didn’t see how in love they were. I never saw them fight once.”

“That’s beautiful, y/n,” I smile warmly at her.

She blinks up at me, tucking her gorgeous hair behind her ear as her body shifts. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so depressing.”

“No,” I laugh lightly, shaking my head. “You didn’t. It’s life.”

Her lips spread with that breathtaking grin, my eyes all over her face before a voice rips me from my waking dreaming at her parted mouth.

“Hi, Ms. Y/l/n! This is my mom,” the little boy turns to his mother. “Can I go play now?”

The woman laughs, nodding.

The boy dashes away, joining the rest of the kids on the playground. My head bobs around a bit, looking for Sarah until I finally spot her, seeing her go down the slide with a vast grin on her face. I smile fondly at her, feeling guilty that I was so caught up in a conversation with her teacher, that I forgot to check on her.

Y/n and the mother of the little boy begin chatting, so I quietly make an exit, sitting down at one of the picnic tables with a full bottle of water in front of me.

My fingers twist the plastic top open, the crack of the seal popping as I press the bottle to my lips, tossing it back for a drink. I can’t help but gaze at y/n, taking in her figure with complete admiration. She’s wearing a yellow sundress that comes down to her knees, pairing it with a white cardigan over the straps. Her feet are donned in ivory flats that match the unnecessary cardigan she has on her arms.

It’s Texas, and it’s hot as hell out here. Maybe I’m being a bit of a pervert, though. Her skin is absolutely flawless in every sense of the word, and I just want to see more of it. I haven’t been this taken back by a woman since I first met my wife. That thought consumes my chest with guilt, a sharp pang internally piercing my abdomen.

My hand grips my stomach through my shirt, the tips of my fingers digging into the fabric. My wife had told me that she wants me to move on once she passes, and I’ve tried, but I haven’t found anybody. I haven’t even slept with anyone since her, only a few dates here and there that didn’t even end up with a kiss.

“Joel?” a voice interrupts my racing thoughts. “Are you okay?”

I look up to meet the eyes of y/n, soft and vast with concern. “Yes,” I answer quickly. “Just a little light headed. I think I need to eat.”

Her gaze loses a bit of its scrutiny. “Let me grab you some pizza or something. Do you have low blood sugar?”

I laugh. “No, I don’t.”

Y/n briefly leaves, returning with two slices of meat lover’s pizza on a paper plate. “You seem like a meat guy.”

“I am, actually,” a laugh pushes past my lips, my anxiety slowly easing away as I grab the plate of food, taking a bite. “Thank you.”

She sits adjacent from me, a piece of pizza in front of her as well. “You’re getting some color to your face again,” she chuckles.

“Did you really think I was so old that I had diabetes?”

Y/n laughs loudly, her head thrown back, exposing her kissable throat. “Diabetes isn’t always an old person thing, Joel. You could have type one, which you could be born with.”

“You didn’t really answer my question,” I tease.

Her cheeks flush with a hint of maroon, a satisfied smile spreading onto my own face. “No, I don’t think you’re old.”

“God, I feel it. I’ll be forty-one this year, Sarah will be ten. It’s crazy.”

“I’ll be twenty-five, and I’d like to complain about how I feel old, but I feel like you’d just judge me,” she beams vastly.

“I’d never judge you,” I say gently. “I was the most scared of turning thirty, though. It was like I should’ve been planning my retirement already.”

Y/n laughs heartily. “That’s how I feel now. I only just finished college a year ago, and I’m already a teacher. When will I need to plan my retirement?”

I chuckle. “Not for a long time.” My eyes flick between hers, “What made you want to be a teacher?”

A fond smile parts her lips. “My mom was a fourth grade teacher, and I wanted to be just like her.”

“She’d be proud of you,” I say before even thinking. “Sorry,” I instantly apologize, shaking my head. “It just came out.”

“No,” she beams wide. “Don’t apologize. You’re very kind, Joel.”

“Hey, there you are,” a deep voice echoes throughout the shaded gazebo.

An attractive, tall man saunters over to y/n, giving her a quick peck on the cheek that she awkwardly leans towards him for.

“Oh, hi. Joel, this is my fiancé, Sam. Sam, this is one of my student’s parents, Joel,” y/n says with her delicate voice that reminds me of wispy summer clouds.

“Nice to meet you,” Sam nods as he shakes my hand, sitting down beside y/n.

I can’t help but feel disappointed by the fact that she isn’t single, not like I had a chance anyway. Her fiancé does seem to be older though, appearing closer to my age than to hers. He has brown hair with a red tint to it, and bright blue eyes that pin you into place. It’s not hard to miss his light Scottish accent, or his incredibly toned physique. If this is her type, I definitely never had a chance.

“Oh, fiancé,” I say nonchalantly. “Congratulations.”

Y/n shifts as Sam wraps his arm around her shoulders, placing a kiss against her temple. “Thank you,” she says, but not without a hint of disdain in her tone.

“I’ve been trying to urge her to start planning the wedding, but it’s been a year since I proposed and still nothing,” he says humorously.

“And I’ve been focusing on my career,” y/n replies sharply, but with a clear faux smile on her face. “So, I haven’t had time for much else.”

“Hire someone,” Sam says through gritted teeth. “It isn’t difficult, darling.”

My head moves around the incredibly uncomfortable situation in front of me, spotting Sarah on the swings beside Rachel. Part of me wishes there was some sort of excuse I could use to leave this picnic table, but I’m afraid I’m glued here against my will.

“Ms. Y/l/n?” a student comes up beside her, “I brought these for you.” The girl hands her a bouquet of flowers, y/n’s entire face lighting up.

“Oh, my goodness, Felicity! Thank you so much!” She places her nose against one of the roses. “I love roses. They’re my favorite.”

The girl bashfully giggles as she walks away, the mother coming up to speak to y/n.

“She insisted on getting you flowers,” the mother gushes with enthusiasm. “I’m happy to see the kids love you so much after your first day. Clearly you’re a wonderful replacement.”

“Oh, thank you so much. I didn’t feel like I did anything special, but I’m glad they like me. They’re all so amazing.”

The mom smiles fondly as she walks away towards the pizza table, grabbing herself some food.

I honestly feel guilty that we didn’t bring anything specifically for y/n. The thought didn’t even cross my mind, and now I know I have to make up for it. Perhaps I could send Sarah to school on Monday with something special for her. Would that come off as creepy, though? That’s the last thing I want to do, is freak her out.

Sam stands up and walks away, adding some fruit onto a plate from one of the platters.

“I’m really sorry you had to witness that,” y/n says quietly. “I specifically asked him not to come.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I understand,” I smile politely. “He seems like a nice guy.”

Her eyes wander over to him, a forlorn expression spreading onto her perfect face. “Yeah.”

I catch a glimpse of Sarah running past me, completely sweaty as she dives her arm into the cooler to fish out a bottle of water for herself. Her eyes meet mine and she gives me an excited wave as she chugs her drink. I wave back with a small laugh, watching as she tosses the empty bottle out and runs back to the playground with her friends.

“She adores you,” y/n says softly. “Everybody introduced themselves in class yesterday, and she talked about you.”

A warmth spreads in my chest. “Really? What did she say?”

“She just said that your name is Joel, you work in construction, and that you’re the best dad in the world.”

My cheeks ache as I smile, laughing slightly. “I love that kid so damn much.”

“I can tell,” y/n replies with a vast grin. “She’s a lucky girl.”

“Please, I’m the lucky one. When I told you she was an easy kid, I meant it. I’ve had to raise her alone for the last eight years, and it’s almost like she knew I was a single parent. She never made anything difficult for me,” I laugh, “well, until recently. Her growth spurts have made her so tired and now it’s almost impossible to get her out of bed for school.”

Y/n laughs, the sound being music to my ears. “Oh, god, I don’t blame her. I’m the same way and I’m done growing.”

Our laughter mixes together, being cut off by Sam’s sudden presence again. He plops down his plate of fruit, only having one piece of pizza beside it.

“Did I miss something?” he asks with an arched brow and a grin.

“No,” y/n shakes her head. “Just saying it’s hard to get me out of bed in the morning.”

“Oh, I have my ways,” he says suggestively.

My brows raise as I shift uncomfortably on the bench.

Y/n slaps his arm as she scowls at him. “Jesus, Sam, this is my job. There’s kids here, can you please be quiet?”

“Oh, come on, they’re all the way over there. They can’t hear me.”

“The parents can,” she continues to scold. “Please.”

“Only Joel can hear me, and I don’t think he minds,” Sam looks pointedly at me.

“Oh,” I flick my eyes between them. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“See?” he beams. “Relax, darling. This new job has you all uptight.”

Y/n crosses her arms, looking anywhere but at the man beside her. It’s honestly making me uneasy to be around them any longer, so I decide to stand, excusing myself to use the bathroom.

As the sun greets my skin, I let out a sigh of relief, a million different thoughts running through my mind right now. Almost all of them are focused on y/n, wondering if I’ll ever see her again in person after today. What possible excuse could there be for me seeing her? She’s Sarah’s teacher, and there’s no logical, normal way to see her outside of school unless I asked her out, but she’s already with somebody.

It’s hard to hide my disappointment at that fact, but truthfully I think she’s out of my league, even if she apparently is interested in older men. Sam and I are polar opposites in all the worst ways. He’s toned and ripped with colored eyes and hair, while I have the softened dad bod with shaggy hair that’s dark brown mixed with a bit of gray, and normal, non-alluring brown eyes. If there were ever a man to compete against for a woman’s affection, it isn’t him. He would win every single time.

I’ve never gone for a woman who’s more than five years younger than me, and y/n is sixteen years younger than me. I’m reminded of the story she told about her parents, and the fact that they were sixteen years apart. She spoke so fondly of them, that clearly she would never have an issue with being someone my age.

God, who am I kidding? She’s engaged and far too stunning for me. I need to quit my daydreaming now before I end up in a fictional spiral about a woman I barely know.

As I leave the humid bathroom, I see Sarah over at the playground, running around in the sand barefoot with Rachel and another girl chasing her. I make my way over, placing my hands on my hips as I watch her sprint away.

“Playing tag?” I ask, Sarah not even looking at me for a second.

“Yep!” she answers quickly. “Don’t distract me!”

Laughing, I walk away, heading towards the table that I’m dreading to sit at again. To my relief, y/n is alone, gazing down in her lap as I sit across from her again.

“Where’s Sam?” I ask her, looking around.

“Oh,” her eyes meet mine, “he’s on a call for work.”

“What does he do?”

“Physical therapy,” she shrugs. “Boring.”

I laugh. “Not nearly as boring as construction.”

“Please,” she scoffs, “I’d much rather hear your work stories than his, I’m sure. He just tells me how he gropes women all day,” y/n laughs.

“Professionally gropes,” I jokingly correct her, resulting in an effortless giggle. “At the end of the day, he comes home smelling a lot better than me, I promise you.”

She chuckles, gazing at me. “Thank you for talking to me so much, Joel. I was nervous I’d be lonely at this thing.”

“You’re very easy to talk to, y/n, you don’t have to thank me.”

There’s a moment where we sit silently, just looking at each other, and I’m wondering if she feels the same spark between us as I do.

“Okay,” Sam’s voice causes me to jump slightly, “sorry about that, I was just answering a client’s questions about what exercises they can do at home.”

I nod. “No worries. Physical therapy sounds like an interesting job,” I smile, y/n giving me a dramatic eye roll.

“Thank you!” he answers loudly, looking over to y/n. “See? I told you it’s not boring.

There’s a light thump beside me on the picnic table, seeing a sweaty, panting Sarah beside me. “Daddy, I’m tired. Can we leave?”

I chuckle, nodding. “We can leave whenever you want.”

“It’s too hot out.”

“Then we can leave.”

Sarah smiles up at me, turning to look at Sam and y/n. “Who are you?” she asks curiously.

“I’m Sam, Ms. Y/l/n’s fiancé.”

“Fiancé?” Sarah looks to me. “That’s before marriage, right?”

I laugh, nodding. “Yes.”

“Well, that’s good. She’s a very nice lady.”

Y/n laughs, shaking her head. “Thank you, Sarah.”

I stand off the bench, Sarah standing with me. “It was lovely meeting you, y/n. And Sam,” I nod.

Y/n stands, shaking my hand. “Thank you for coming, Joel, and for staying to talk for so long.”

“Of course,” I smile. “Have a good rest of your day.”

“You too.”

Sarah and I walk back to the truck, my mind reeling with everything y/n and I spoke about. I’ve decided that there’s nothing stopping me from seeing that beautiful woman again, even if I have to call off work just to stop by the school. I’ve been meaning to just to spend lunch with Sarah, anyway, and now I can see her and y/n at the same time.

I need to see her again.

****

[lowkeyorloki]

I legit read your recent post like three times. Absolutely love the way you portray angst man. What do you think would happen if the roles were reversed? What would loki’s reaction be? :00

i cannot tell you how much i LOVE these types of asks. apologies for the late response - classes started back up again. you know how it is.

CW for cheating, blood. Unhealthy relationships. Puritans and minors begone.

~

You don't need to duck to miss the wine glass that's soaring towards your head. It misses you by a fraction - something you're sure Loki does on purpose. When a shard nicks you on the way down, shattering against the wall and cutting you, drawing blood on your cheeks where tears should be... well, that's probably on purpose too.

Your fingers lift, collecting the blood and looking at it. It shines under the kitchen lights. Without a thought, you wipe it on the front of your jeans, then drag your eyes towards Loki.

He's seething. Or he wants you to think he is. Loki's shoulder's are raised, and it's probably supposed to make him look bigger, but it just makes him resemble an animal in its final defense. Snarling, hackles raised. Lashing out as a last resort.

Even if doing so gets itself killed. Doesn't matter. It's going to die anyway.

"Not you," Loki is saying, muttering as his hands shake. "It's not - anyone but you. You're not supposed to do this to me. Not like everyone. You can't hurt me like everyone else. You wouldn't."

"I would." Your words are unsympathetic, your tone dejected. You're crying - the salt burning the slices on your cheek gives it away. You wouldn't say you're crying, though, that's not how you'd phrase it. No sobs rack your body, no weight sits on your chest.

You're tearing up is all. A physical reaction, not an emotional one.

"Yes, but you're not supposed to," Loki snaps, roaring. Magic escapes his every pore, it shatters the windows and the pictures and the doors of the oven and microwave. Destroys the home you've built together, strips it of the mundanity. The very thing Loki craves, the one thing you can give him.

You don't even flinch.

"This is part of it, Loki, I can't," you swallow, your mouth dry. "You need to stop... idolizing me. You've built me up in your mind. I'm not the perfect person you want. It's like... I don't even want to try to be whoever your idea is. I don't care. Just like you don't if you don't take the time to learn about who I am. The person who actually exists, not the version of me you want."

"So that's why you've betrayed me?" Loki spits. Literally. Saliva drips down his chin. "To make a point? To highlight the flaws of our relationship? The ones that I am to blame for?"

"Loki -"

"Just like Thor? Like my father? You speak about expectations, but your tiny Midgardian mind cannot even come close to understanding what it is like to have to live in someone's shadow, to always -"

"Enough!" You shout. "Enough, Loki. Enough with the self pity. No more. I'm tired. I'm tired of your inability to see outside yourself. I'm not diminishing what you've been through. I never have. I'm saying everyone else has problems, too. And you seem to think that statement somehow invalidates your struggles. I don't have the strength to keep hearing that. I just don't."

"You don't love me." Loki whimpers, taken down a peg. You finally feel it, the emotions while you were still in bed with the woman. The shame you felt, and the guilt.

Cheating is a crime, you won't deny Loki of that. But you aren't the only guilty party in the room.

"I love parts of you. You're beautiful, Loki, your mind and your heart. I love you ugly, too." Loki has turned around, leaning over the kitchen sink as he pants. You rub his back, feel his taut muscles shift under his shirt. "I don't like your competition. I don't like looking back over all these years and realizing my pain has to come in second to the person I should trust the most with it."

"You're blaming me."

"No," you say truthfully. "Not at all."

You and Loki are silent. Loki turns back around, and he takes your hand. You let him.

"Hurts," he whispers.

"I'm sorry." Your voice cracks. "I just... I just wanted a distraction. I wanted to stop being myself for a moment. The version that you've made, and the one I like to think I am."

"I'll never forgive you." Loki tells you. "I'll never trust you again."

It stings. It throbs, actually. The knowledge settles over you like a fog, shrouding you.

"You don't have to stay." He deserves to leave. You know he does.

"No, but I want to. How fucked up is that?" Loki's eyes are tired. He slumps forward, his head burrowing in the crook of your neck. You close your eyes, carding your fingers through his hair.

"Terrible," you admit.

You both stand.

For better or worse (for worse, for worse, for worse) you both stay.

[moonagedaydream345]

Sirius walked up to Remus’ windowsill, the one by the library, climbing up with a cigarette perched between his lips. 

“Got a light?” He asked, removing the cigarette and placing it under Remus’ nose.

He huffed at him with a smile. “Surprised you’ve got your own fags, which poor sod did you diddle those out of?” Remus pulled the box of matches out of his pocket, striking one against the wall and offering it to Sirius.

Refusing to just take the match out of Remus’ hand, Sirius leant forward, inhaling as the cigarette lit itself on the fire. It stirred something in Remus’ stomach, something he had been ignoring for a very long while now. 

Was he in love with Sirius? Perhaps. Was he willing to admit it? Absolutely not.

Sirius took a deep breath and sighed. “I still can’t believe you carry around fucking matches, get a zippo for fucks sake.” Remus scoffed, Sirius laughed. “I really need to learn how to do that thing where you click and fire appears. Would be so much easier than nicking matches off of you.”

Remus looked at Sirius with a smirk on his face, raising his hand in the middle of them and clicking. A flame arose between his finger and his thumb, Sirius rolled his eyes. 

“Of course you can do that, why am I not surprised? All hail Moony and his sultry fire magic.” He whispered, still staring at the fire between the two. “Why the fuck do you carry around matches then?”

He chuckled. “Why don’t you?” He reached into his pocket and fished out the box of matches, handing them to Sirius with a small smile. “Have 'em, you seem to need them more than I do.”

Sirius took them, passing the box between his hands, opening and closing it with a smile on his face. He took another toke of his cigarette.

“I actually needed to talk to you, you know? I didn’t just come here to abuse the fact that you have access to fire and I don’t.”

Remus huffed a laugh. “Give me one of yours and I’ll listen.” Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed, he handed Remus a cigarette nonetheless. “Moony, it’s serious.”

“Oh shit. You said the word without making a name joke.” He leant across the windowsill from where he was sitting and felt Sirius’ forehead. “You don’t have a temperature, mind you.” He laughed, Sirius’ face was strained. “Oh you’re no fun. Spit it out then.”

Sirius took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly as he looked up at Remus. “I’m queer, Remus.”

Remus froze, staring at Sirius he could see the panic settling in. Yet, he didn’t know what to say. “Merlin, say something, Moony. Don’t look at me like I’m- like I’m some sort of monster- 

Sirius stopped then, shaking his head as he backtracked. “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that.-

“Sirius. Calm down.” Remus whispered. Sirius took a deep breath, calming himself before turning back to Remus. Holding Sirius’ gaze, Remus smiled softly. “Does James know?”

He shook his head. “I had to tell you first.”

Remus’ brow furrowed. “Why me?” He asked. “You tell James everything.”

“Two reasons.” He sighed. “You’re more accepting than he is. James preaches love and everything, but you see how he is with things he doesn’t like. Namely the Slytherins, or anything to do with them. Doesn’t really give two flying fucks who they are, as soon as the tie is green he’s gone. The only excuse he has is my hatred for them, but nothing really beyond that.”  Sirius shook his head. "I can't lose him over this, Remus, it would hurt too much."

Remus nodded. “You think he wouldn’t like it? He loves you, Padfoot, you’re his brother.” He took Sirius’ hand in his own, the weight of it against his palm felt right, he pushed the feeling down. “There is nothing on earth that could change that.” 

Sirius looked up at him with a teary eyed smile and nodded, sniffing as a laugh fell from his mouth. “There's- um- another reason.”

Remus nodded again, prompting him to speak. “Why did it have to be me, Pads?”

“Because I think I love you.” He whispered. “I’m sorry, if this makes us weird, if it ends our friendship. But I couldn't carry on, just pretending there was nothing there, Merlin knows I tried-

Remus leant forward at that, the sentence that had tumbled from Sirius’ racing mind and out of his mouth being all the confirmation he had needed. He closed the gap between them, chapped lips on soft. Sirius gasped against Remus’ lips, smiling as it sunk in. The two pulled apart, Remus smiled.

“I think I love you too.”

It was the beginning. The beginning of a love story for the ages. Until this moment, Remus had seen his anchor in his friends, in their pranks and their antics and their games. But they were growing older, smarter. Feelings were complex and relationships were developing.

Remus’ anchor had shifted, his ship had sailed further down the river and landed at a new mooring. Sirius held his hand on that windowsill that evening and Remus had known. He was his tether to the human world, he was all he needed. They had kissed again, the stars now high in the sky. Remus laughed into it, knowing full well that the only star he would ever gaze upon was the one right in front of him.

[damelucyjo]

I think I'm gonna come on here and spew my thoughts and feelings about each episode rather than on Twitter. I think I'll also say more about each episode here than over there...

Anyway! I'll keep everything under a cut just in case. Although it's been a while since the episode dropped, I just wanna be safe!

Episode 1 - Smells Like Mean Spirit

Here we go!

Oo scruffy Ted!! 😍

Why is she in his phone as 'Michelle Lasso'? I don't have anyone I really know in my phone with their full name. SHE IS THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD!!!

Still with the 'Ted has feelings for his ex' thing I see...

Henry's cute

Henry's been in London for 6 weeks and we saw none of it?! RUDE!

He still talks to Sharon! I love that

LEGO NELSON ROAD!!

OMG these Lego characters are brilliant!! And Ted & Rebecca next to each other 👀

It looks like they had fun whilst he was there...

EXCUSE ME why the same shower scene from season 1?!

So this season is going to be about Ted thinking about where he belongs then?

BRENDAN HUNT'S PARTNER AND SON!!! He is one cute baby!!

Earl Greyhound Training Facility. Nice.

Sharon Fieldstone! You cheeky bitch!! I love her

YYEEEAAAAHHH!!!!

Angry Rebecca is back. I'm in love

Hannah, looking delicious as ever 🥵

Something's wrong because he didn't rhyme? So true haha

I'm so fucking excited to see more Rupert this season!!

Ooo she's struggling with this, huh

She swears ALL THE TIME! Why did that one shock Higgins so much!?

Howdy & Yo. And then she nearly walked into the door frame. Amazing.

I need Dani's optimism

And Jamie's confidence haha

Roy & Beard's friendship is my favourite

FIFA reference, of course

His tiny car with those super cars is a great visual

Hello West Ham's Higgins

KEELEY!!!

'Fuck you, Joe Rogan' Exactly.

'Angel, Mentor, Guru Rebecca' How fucking cute are they!! 🥰

It's Katy Wix!! Love her!

Keeley's office looks like a fun place... 🫣

Their friendship is gorgeous. I love this gossip dynamic

Rebecca's reaction to Keeley just throwing her coat 😂 Amazing.

Yikes?! Where did she pick that up, I wonder...

Don't cry Keeley!!

Aww, mumma Rebecca to the rescue 🥹 She's so maternal

We must protect Dani at all costs!!

I love spotting Will in the background, he's always doing something fun

Of course their driver was a cult leader

EVERYONE RUN EXCEPT ROY!!

'Like an orgasm for the soul' You sure have a way with words, Rebecca

Gotta let Ted be Ted. Too right!

I KNEW that 'legend' bit was edited in the preview clip!

Loving uncomfortable, awkward Rebecca

And of course Keeley sees no problem is spending £200 on flowers because they look and smell nice

SHE SEEMS FUN!! Great Beard call back! 😂

Corporate Flying Object. Please never change Keeley!

She's eating meat again...👀 Hmm, okay

I can't wait for more Keeley & Rebecca bonding. It's my favourite

Fucking dumb-dumb line. Nathan is vile. Nick is brillaint.

They named him Disco purely for that line. Tell me I'm wrong

RUPERT! In his cartoon villain lair! Complete contrast to Rebecca's office

I fucking LOVE Anthony Head. He plays slimy so well

We're getting to see how Rupert charms his way onto people, interesting.

'Roy Kent, that you?' 'Get fucked' I just love him, guys!

'Why are you dressed like an umlaut?' Why ask if you have a matching one, Leslie??

MY GOD does Hannah looking FUCKING FIT in this episode. Only thought in my head every time she's on screen

Field trip to a fucking sewer! Let's go, boys!

Of course Henry asked to tour the sewer system because he watched IT and got scared. It is fucking smart, well said Roy!

'Twat' Well said Rebecca

Rupert is going to keep saying 'Wonder Kid' isn't he, because he knows it gets to Nate 👀

West Ham's press room isn't as fun as Richmond's

Oooo a King & I reference... okay, okay

I really wish spitting wasn't his 'thing'. It's gross. I know it makes sense, I still hate it.

LESLIE HIGGINS IS EATING HER BISCUIT AND SHE'S SO FOCUSED SHE DIDN'T REALISE!!! wow

Of course Jamie says poopy and not shit

I love how these boys trust Ted so much that they just went into a sewer, then asked why when they were down there

She's gonna break that laptop one day

Jamie being the one to reiterate the lesson they just learnt? Boys growing up!! AND HE'S RHYMING!!

Oooo she's angry 🥵

Rupert is laughing at me, Ted 🥺 ouch

And I am begging you, please, fight back OMFG 😭😭

I love how they highlight how different the press rooms are. They're all friends at Richmond, press included

And the contrast between Nate saying vile stuff and Ted saying encouraging stuff. Beautiful.

I'm kinda surprised though that Rebecca looks worried and doesn't trust him

But of course she's the only one who catches his baseball reference

Did Brett get in a Twin Peaks reference? Good for him!!

They're really highlighting the fact that kindness & comedy win, huh?

Ooo Rupert buying Nathan fancy gifts... so it begins!

Roy & Keeley not saying the same thing is very telling, I think

Firstly, why did it take them 6 weeks to tell Phoebe? And secondly, did they not actually discuss it themselves?Nobody knows what's going on!

Phoebe is so grown up! Asking the important questions

'Can I say a bad word? I think you're being stupid' I love her

Another conversation about why he's still in London? This really is going to be the theme of this season, I guess

Is moving that Lego Nate foreshadowing him coming back???

'Mommy's friend' 👀 uh oh

And that's episode 1 done!! Yes, I probably will be watching it on repeat until next Wednesday, thanks for asking.

[balladofaldelis]

PROMPTOBER 2023 DAY 10: QUIVER

Much heavier than the last few, I haven't written the relationship between these two before.

PROMPTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

TW for parental abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, aftermath of abuse, and suicidal ideation

All it is is the quiver of Soren's lip.

One simple reaction to Corvus' wound is all it takes.

The slap connects with a loud smack and Soren reels, clutching his face. At first he doesn't cry, his mind and body in shock, but as the pain starts to well up in his cheek he trembles and he can't stop the wetness in his eyes from spilling over. Corvus, beautiful and decadent, stares down at him with his critical gold eyes, a frown upon his lips.

"Stupid boy," Corvus hisses, pacing across the room on those long legs, shaking his hand as if he's touched vermin. "I can't believe something as weak and pathetic as you came from me. You put my blood to shame. I can't even speak to you without you being terrified."

Soren's heart is beating out of his chest. He's hardly able to hold himself up, hunched over himself, clutching his cheek and gasping for breath. "I'm sorry pater, I'm so sorry-"

"I don't want to hear your apologies," Corvus spits. They're out in the courtyard of Rimeflower Palace, the snow falling down upon them, Corvus holding his spear in his free hand while he clenches the other in a fist. They'd been training before Corvus had struck him. Soren had slipped and misplaced a strike, nicking Corvus' arm, and knowing he'd done something wrong fear had coursed through his body, leading to that small, pitiful mistake.

Soren falls silent apart from his gasps and sobs, falling to his knees in the snow in a desperate bow, dropping his sword at his side. He can see a spot of blood on the floor that must have trickled down from Corvus' arm. Guilt floods him. He never meant to hurt Corvus, he'd never do that to him on purpose.

I'm a stupid boy, Soren tells himself as he bows his head down to the cold ground, biting his lip to try stop it from trembling. So, so stupid.

"Get out of my sight," Corvus snaps, lifting Soren's chin with his spear just to cast one last pitiful glance at him before he stands back.

Soren hurries to his feet, hurrying out of the courtyard and to his room. He loses his way in his upset, ending up wandering through the halls sobbing, heading past his guards but never answering when they ask him if he's alright. They've seen him panic like this before but he hates it, he hates how pathetic he feels. He thinks of what Corvus would say if he saw Soren walking through the halls in such a state. Corvus would never do something like this.

Finally he reaches his room. He ignores the men outside his room, two guards that he's familiar with, and closes the door hard behind him, dropping to his knees and releasing a shriek straight from his stomach. He sits there on the floor for a while like that, yelling and crying, trying to ignore the sting of his face, wanting to disappear.

One single strike and I'm like this, he scolds, trying to pull together his panting breaths, but they just keep coming. Nothing seems to be getting any better. Pathetic, stupid and pathetic. Why am I still here just to disappoint him?

He drags himself across the floor and climbs up onto his bed, curling up, wrapping his wings around himself, his sobs reduced into a quiet sniffling now. He knows he'll see Corvus again tomorrow and they'll try again, and if he messes up even once it'll be the same old thing. How many times will he do this until he's perfect? Will he ever grow into the man that Corvus expects him to be, or is he always going to be that pathetic owlet snivelling on the floor?

There is nobody to tell Soren that this is wrong, that his father's punishments are harsh, that his expectations are unachievable. There is nobody to hold him, nobody to show him kindness. There is only himself, trying to soothe himself into silence, thinking that Corvus must hate him, that he's undeserving of any fatherly love. He thinks that nobody could love something like him, that he'd be better off dead.

dividers: by saradika

[nevertochange-evertoshare]

Falsettos Tour Things

- So first, I was lucky enough to grab one of the $20 “lottery” tickets that weren’t actually lotteried off but I digress. Anyway, the seating map showed them for the second row but they took out the first row for this show so I had the front row center seat and I never want to see a show another way. God bless Arkansas and happy birthday to me

- Nick Blaemire spits so much. Just so much.

- Eden messed up the words during ‘I’m Breaking Down’ but honestly it just made it more convincing. And her rendition was so good, the audience would’ve given a standing ovation there if we could have. Nick Adams was laughing off to the side onstage which I loved a lot too. I love when actors break a little.

- Eden’s Trina was a lot softer to Mendel in the first act. I love Stephanie J Block’s Trina so much but I always thought her relationship with Mendel felt kind of forced because she seemed kind of cold toward him, especially during “A Marriage Proposal.” To me, it felt a lot warmer and more loving in this version.

- I saw Jim Kaplan as Jason and he was so cute. It seemed like maybe he was nervous but I might have just been reading too into things. His Jason was really nuanced too! There were a lot of scenes that he played differently emotionally from Anthony’s Jason and it made it really interesting and it opened up different emotions I hadn’t read in the scene before.

- Overall there just seemed to be a lot more emotion put into it. Not that there wasn’t already so much emotion in the revival version. I don’t really know how to explain it. It sure does hurt a lot.

- Specifically, “I Never Wanted To Love You” had so much more going on. Jason’s lip kept wobbling and he looked legitimately distressed at having just seen his father slap his mother. Whizzer was much more heartbroken and heartbreaking. It was really well done.

- When Nick B. jumped off I think the table during “Jason’s Therapy” he got so much air and it looked so badass. But also like dear god I was afraid he was going to break his ankle.

- The racquetball costumes had a very, very noticeable difference. It definitely wasn’t something I noticed the first time I watched the revival but you can tell when you’re looking for it. Nick’s second racquetball costume was like 3-4 sizes too big and falling off his shoulders all the time and immediately you could sense something wasn’t right.

- Max could not spin his racquetball racquet during “A Day in Falsettoland” and it was hilarious and adorable.

- There were a lot of moments that hit really hard in the revival that I wish would have hit harder here. At the end of “This Had Better Come To A Stop” when Marvin’s thrown to the ground, there wasn’t a nice defined hit like the Broadway version. There were a couple points in Act I like that where I wish things would’ve been sharper. I don’t know if that makes sense but they’re little things I guess that stick out to me as a theatre technician, haha.

- Nick A. almost dropped his bit of the “roof” during “Falsettoland” and you could see the fear in his eyes.

- When Mendel comes out for “Falsettoland,” he has two flashlights instead of whatever he had in the Broadway version. It always makes me think of plane landing gear. Anyway, he shines them into the audience in a similar fashion to how he points in the Broadway version but they’re really strong and hella light up the audience and it’s a great time.

- At the end of “The Games I Play,” there was a split second where the song ended and the audience hadn’t started clapping and Nick’s belt rang through the theater and it was absolutely gorgeous.

- The curtains. There weren't many additions or changes from the Broadway version but those curtains were phenomenal. If you don’t want the one major change spoiled, look away now. When Trina sings “Holding to the Ground,” three floor to ceiling white curtains fall and hang to frame the three sides of the stage. I think at least the back one was there during the Broadway version but I don’t believe the sides were. Anyway, if they were it’s much more noticeable on a smaller stage. The curtains hang there throughout the second half of Act II and then they fall when Whizzer dies and are dragged offstage. It’s just so beautiful and powerful and I absolutely adored it.

- I think that’s all I have for now, I’m sure I have other stuff so I might add on later. Sorry it’s not in any order, I just wrote things as I thought of them. I hope this doesn’t come across as ripping on anyone or either of the casts because they’re honestly both so incredible. I’m so, so grateful to have been able to see this touring production and it was so incredibly well done. I wish them the best and hope you all can see it as well.

[indiee19]

This Waiting Is Driving Me Wild

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: A buzzed haired Alex teases you all throughout an awards event; you reject him at first, and he makes you regret it later.

warnings: smut, light bondage, spit kink, edging

word count: 5.6k

-Requested from Wattpad

a/n: I have no damn clue if the kink shit is correct, so don't mind that, also I may change it later, so who knows

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You felt anticipation build up in the pit of your stomach whenever they announced the nominees for the best alternative album of 2018 category: Colors by Beck, Masseduction by St. Vincent, and Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by Arctic Monkeys.

You held your breath, every inch of your body hoping for Alex's band to win, then they called the winner.

"And the winner is ... Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by the Arctic Monkeys," the presenter called, stopping in between words to read the winner of off the card. You and everybody else in the room clapped and as the band stood up, Alex gave you a kiss, then walked up to the stage with the rest of the band to accept the award.

He winked at you while he was walking up the stairs without anyone but you knowing, making you blush. He walked up to the stand and took the microphone from the lady, beginning to speak. "One, two. One, two, there we go. Well, I would first of all like to thank everyone who has supported us by listening to the album, buying it, and coming to our shows. I'm very glad that you all enjoyed it enough for us to win, and for that, I'd like to say thank you, this truly does mean a lot," he said, Matt and Nick chattering behind him.

Alex said thank you one last time before they walked off stage, walking back to the table, sitting down beside you. He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, placing the award down on the table. They soon started to call the next award nominees, and most everyone paid attention to it, you included. Alex on the other hand was watching you and you saw out of the corner of your eye that he licked his lips, one of his hands coming up to your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to the hem of your dress, coming closer and closer to go under it.

You quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away, leaning over to tell him something. "Alex, we can't, not here, not now. We're at an awards event, one where your album is nominated," you said sternly. He bit his lip and looked as if he was deep in though, which he normally was, always coming up with the perfect response to everything.

"But, baby, you look so sexy and I don't know how much longer I can wait to 'ave you," he said, whispering in your ear, rubbing your thigh again. You moved your hand over his to top him from moving up your thigh. You turned to pay more attention to the rest of the awards ceremony.

They called the next category and said the nominees' names, another host going up to the stage to announce the winner, everyone clapping their hands, you included, when they did. While the winner was giving a small speech, Alex leaned over and kissed your neck lightly, making you look back him and give him a glare as a warning to stop. He just smirked, knowing just how to get you riled up.

He leaned over, whispering another profanity in your ear. "Baby, you look so sexy in that dress. I can't wait to have you."

"Well, you have to wait," you replied, kissing his cheek, grabbing his hand to stop him from moving any further up your leg. You looked into his eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he didn't.

You tried to be patient, hoping that he would realize that you couldn't do anything with him at the moment, and maybe not at all tonight since you would get home late and be really tired - or at least that's what you thought.

The winner walked off stage and they started to announce the next category. Though as you watched and listened, Alex started back up again with his teasing, his hand now going up your dress, ignoring your previous warnings, finding its way to the hemline of your panties, toying with it.

"Alex," you warned, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further than he already was. "I told you, you have to wait until we get home."

"But, baby, this waiting is driving me wild, and I know that it's driving you wild too, can't tell me otherwise," he said, getting more confident at the end of the statement. You laughed. "No, it's not actually. Because, unlike you, I'm not horny twenty-four seven," you said, turning away.

"Don't lie to me, I know 'ow horny you get. Remember the 2014 BRITS?" he said nonchalantly, whispering in your ear. You lied and said you didn't, but you did.

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"God, Alex, please just take me already," you moaned, his tip teasing your entrance. You'd begged all throughout the awards ceremony for him to take you to the bathroom and fuck you, and he finally gave in, escaping the after party, leaving and going home.

He was now teasing you, making sure that you were a whimpering mess for him. He cocked his head and pushed himself all the way inside you.

It was a very, very long night.

-

"Yes, you do. You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he said, kissing your cheek. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore him, pushing his hands away, dodging his kisses, tuning him out, insisting that you talk to Katie and Jamie instead.

You were able to make it through another thirty minutes of the ceremony, Alex taking a break from being a narcissistic, horny, teasing asshole. Though after the thirty minutes was gone, he started right back where he started. It didn't matter how many times you told him no, your warnings only fueled him even more, getting bolder and bolder each time.

He leaned over to you when no one was looking, everyone else far too focused on the stage. "Baby, when we get home, I'm going to fuck you up," he whispered, gripping your thigh tightly. Though his words weren't abnormal for him, they did take you by surprise. You looked at him, surprised by his boldness to do that in front of everyone.

"Alex," you said, giving him a warningly look. He just smirked, more than likely planning how he was going to get you to beg for him by the end of the night.

He of course continued this behavior the rest of the awards show, making sure to tease you, placing kisses to your neck when no one was looking, whispering dirty profanities in your ear, rubbing up your thigh, eventually going under your dress to play with them hemline of your underwear .... again.

-

The event had ended and you and Alex were now at the after party, even though you hated parties. You were talking to Kelly and Nick, the only thing that would keep you sane at the moment, and you were congratulating Nick on the awards that they had won tonight. "Congratulations, Nick. You all deserve the award so, so much," you said.

"Oh, it's really nothing, but thank you anyways," he said, waving it off. Him and Kelly walked over to Jamie and Katie to talk to them, leaving you alone. You decided to go and find Alex, haven't had seen him in the past thirty minutes, wondering where he was.

You looked around for at least ten minutes, asking anyone you knew where he was, most of them not knowing themselves. You finally found him talking with Miles, who would have thought. The two most amazing friends hanging out together, you should have known.

Alex's back was facing you, so Miles noticed you first. "Oh, hey, love," he said, making Alex turn around. "Hey, Mi. Do you mind if I steal Alex away from you for just a minute?" you said, holding Alex's arm. He shook his head no and got up, leaving you and Alex alone.

"Alex, can we leave?" you asked. He smirked, taking your request the wrong way, thinking that you wanted him now. "You finally came to your senses, I see," he smirked, grabbing you by the waist, kissing your neck while no one was looking. You pushed him away for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"No, Alex, not like that. I mean that I'm tired and want to go home," you explained. But he of course wouldn't take that as an answer, thought that you were just begging him for him to take you. He kept saying that you weren't tired and just decided that you wanted him, saying that you both could go to the bathroom instead of going home and leaving.

You kept trying to convince him, kept trying to prove that you were tired and you even brought up the fact that you hated parties to try and convince him.

Finally, you convinced him, and he was ready to take you home. "Fine, just let me have a smoke and we'll leave," he said, couldn't believe that you didn't want him. You nodded and stayed seated while he went outside to smoke.

You waited patiently - twenty-two minutes went by and still no Alex. You decided to go and look for him, then head out to the car. You quickly said goodbye to everyone and walked outside, immediately seeing Alex. He was done with his smoke, seemingly waiting for you. "You ready to leave, darling?" he asked, smirking, still not believing that you wanted to go home because you were tired.

"Yes, I am, Al," you said, taking his hand, Alex leading you to the car, opening the door for you, walking around to the other side to get in, starting the car. And finally, after three long hours of his teasing, it was time to leave and go home, and just like before, Alex of course had to tease you to his fullest extent. "Can't believe that you didn't want me earlier," he said, his voice suggestive.

"I always want you, Al, but I'm tired. I'm ready for bed," you said. You were very tired, the amount of interviews Alex was in tonight, the waiting, killed you, the amount of times you had to push Alex's hand away and tell him no, and then the after party that you had practically begged for Alex to take you home. And Alex being, well, Alex, took your begs as requests for him to take you home and fuck you, and you had to convince him that it was because you were tired, which took a lot of convincing that wore you out.

You were glad when you and Alex finally got home, you were ready to go to bed, but Alex had other plans, immediately slamming you against the wall, kissing you deeply. If you were tired before, you surely weren't now, the heat of the kiss waking you up fully from your sleepy state.

He grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump and you did. Alex carried you down the hallway all the way into the bedroom, almost throwing you on the bed. He began to rid you of your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and underwear, kissing you everywhere he could. You tried to unbutton his shirt, but he quickly pushed your hands away, not allowing you to touch him.

Alex leaned down and captured you lips in a hard, passionate kiss, you hands going around his neck, scratching at the fuzz on the back of his neck. He bit you bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips, exploring you mouth. You could taste the wine and beer he'd had at the event, as well as the last cigarette he smoked right before you left the after party.

You felt him hard against your leg, his cock straining in his tight trousers. He pulled away from the steamy kiss unexpectedly, starting to crawl down your body, kissing down your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, stopping at your abdomen, just above where you needed him, the ache between your legs more prominent than it had been all night long.

He looked up at you, your eyes locking with his. "Alex, please," you begged, desperate for him now.

"Look who's begging for me to fuck you now," he smirked, the cocky tone in his voice obvious. You begged him some more with your eyes, eventually getting exactly what you wanted. He pulled down your underwear with his teeth, and you kicked them off into the floor. Alex nudged your thighs apart with one of his hands and started to kiss up your thighs, stopping when he reached your core, blowing on it, sending shivers up your body.

He waited a moment, and you were about to beg him again, but he quickly dipped his head down, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat, using his hands to hold your thighs as far apart they could go.  And then his tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal.

He moved down to your dripping wet cunt, sticking his tongue inside of you, knowing how crazy it would drive you. You gripped the sheets, balling them up in your fists, needing to have something to hold on to, his hair not nearly long enough for you to do that.

Alex lifted his head up from your heat, wiping his face that was slick with your arousal. "Knew you wanted me. You're so wet, baby," he drawled, looking at the mess he had made of you in barely seven minutes.

He dipped his head back down to your heat again, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, holding them far apart. His tongue kept poking inside of you, and you writhed underneath him, the feeling too good, he was too good.

He moved his mouth back over to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, quickly replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, starting to pump them in and out of you slowly, setting a pace to your dismay. Though the pace wasn't nearly what you wanted, it drove you wild. He'd done this so many times, drove you wild so many times, that he knew exactly how to drive you mad, knew exactly how to make you feel so good.

You started to absent mindly grind your hips on his face, desperate to try and get his fingers to go faster in and out of you and to sink deeper inside of you. Alex chuckled against your skin, vibrations shooting up your body, and he took one of his hands and placed it on your hip to hold you down.

He quickly started to move his fingers faster, your orgasm getting closer and closer. "Alex, I-I'm so close," you said, voice trailing off into a moan as he had pressed down on your clit. He pressed down on your clit harder and with that, you shook, your orgasm washing over you.

You gripped the sheets tighter and wrapped your legs around Alex's head, his hand still on your hips. He kept moving his fingers, and you rode out your high. Alex sat up, removing his fingers from you and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He sat up, wiping his face that was, once again, slick with your arousal. You looked up at him, meeting eyes with him, seeing only lust in them. "How many do you think you can do?" Alex asked, removing his shirt, standing up to remove the rest of his clothes, leaving his bandanna neck scarf, which you didn't think much of at the moment, and you wasted no time before sitting up to help him out of his pants, stroking his cock when you removed his boxers.

He was painfully hard, precum forming on his tip that was a slight reddish purple color. He pushed you back down on the bed, sitting over your hips, straddling you. "I think that I can do th-three - oh," you said, moaning when he pushed your legs apart and pushed himself inside you, his head dropping down on your shoulder, biting down on it, sure to leave a mark.

He gave you very little time to fully adjust, starting to move once he regained some of his composure. He pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming back into you, gripping your hip with one hand, the other one holding himself above you.

Your hands ghosted over his toned chest, stopping at his broad shoulders, gripping onto them tightly, your nails digging into his skin. Alex started moving faster - much, much faster. Your eyes closed automatically, the way his cock stroked your walls felt too good, driving you mad. One of your hands moved up to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his freshly buzzed head.

Your moans got louder as he fucked you harder, faster, and more mercilessly, taking good care of you like he always did. Alex's hand that was on your hip moved to rub vigorously on your clit, thrusting in and out of you faster and faster. Alex delivered a very hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your grip on his shoulders tightening, so much so that you were sure that you would leave a mark. You rode out your high, Alex's movements not even slowing, but going faster.

Moans fell from your mouth, getting louder and louder. You'd just come down from your second orgasm, you were tired and sore and wore out, and you didn't know how much more you could take. Alex's head dropped down on your shoulder, placing kisses to it, eventually settling on a spot and sucking harshly on it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your feet locking at the back, and you started to grind onto him to meet his movements, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. A knot started to build up in the pit of your stomach, your third orgasm approaching you faster than the previous two had.

"God, love, you feel so fucking good," Alex grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, flicking your clit along with each thrust. And with that, you shook, your third orgasm washing over you, riding out the intense waves of pleasure. You felt pure euphoria and bliss. You held onto Alex tightly, your legs tightening as your cunt contracted around him, drawing him in, holding him close.

You came down from your orgasm, opening your tightly shut eye, Alex's movements stopping. You untangled your legs and unwrapped your arms from around him, and he pulled out of you, sitting up on his knees, gripping the base of his cock tightly. He was clearly struggling to hold on himself, the sight of you coming undone just enough for him, and the sight could've solely made him come undone.

"Turn around, doll. On all fours," he drawled, motioning for you to turn around. You looked at him, didn't know how much more you could take, thought that you both agreed on three. "A-Alex, I don't know how much more-" you tried to say, but he cut you off.

"You can take it, and you will take it," he said. You hesitantly sat up, turning around. You looked over your shoulder at Alex. He was lining himself up with your entrance; you felt his tip poking inside of you, making you whimper out. "A-Alex."

He smirked and pushed inside you, bottoming out in one swift thrust. His hand soothed down your back, finding its way to your shoulder and he gripped it tightly, starting to thrust almost immediately. You closed your eyes tightly, the feeling already starting to become too good.

You moaned loudly when Alex began to thrust into you hardly, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hair, gripping it. His pace increased gradually, each thrust getting faster and harder. "Yes, fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," Alex groaned, somehow increasing his pace.

"A-Alex ... fuck ... faster," you whimpered, feeling a knot form in the pit of your stomach, your orgasm approaching very, very quickly.

"Givin' orders now, are we?" Alex spat, slowing his pace before slamming back into you hardly.

"I-I'm sorry," you whimpered. Alex moved his hand that was on your hip to your clit, rubbing harshly on it, and his hand that was in your hair moved down to cup your throat, pulling you flat against his chest. Sweat pooled on Alex's chest and forehead. His hand that was on your neck moved around your body to grab your breast, fondling it.

You needed something to hold on to, so your grabbed his arm that was across your front, holding on tightly, your other hand moving to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his nape.

Alex's thrusts got faster and harder, and he rubbed more vigorously on your clit. You were so close, could practically taste your orgasm approaching. Alex thrusted up into you and that was almost enough for you, just one more and you were gone. But before you could, Alex stopped his movements and pulled out of you.

You were confused, had thought that he needed his release just as much as you, so you slowly turned around to face him and you propped yourself up on your elbows. "Alex, w-why'd you stop?" you questioned. He was looking you up and down.

"You was getting way too grabby for me liking," he drawled, crawling back over you. He removed his bandanna from around his neck, grabbing your wrists, bringing them up to the headrest, tying your hands to it with his bandanna. "There, that's better, innit?" he said, sitting up and straddling your hips once again, looking at the sight of you in front of him.

He started to kiss down your body, biting and leaving marks wherever he could. Once he reached your abdomen, he moved down to your heat, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat once again. His tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal. His hands gripped your thighs and you pulled on your restraints, desperate to hold onto something as leverage.

Alex moved down to your entrance, sticking his tongue inside of you, beginning to fuck you with it. One of his hands moved to your abdomen to keep your hips down after you started to grind on his face again, and he started to rub on your clit with his thumb on that hand. He was making you feel so, so good, but then again, when didn't he make you feel amazing?

Your moans got louder as he rubbed on your clit and moved his tongue faster, gripping your thigh tightly with his other hand. Soon he removed his hands from you altogether and moved his tongue back to your folds, pressing down on your clit with it, instead using his fingers to fuck you, moving them in and out of you at an alarmingly fast rate. He never let you get used to a feeling for very long, alternating between pressing down on your clit and moving his fingers quickly to lapping at your folds and slowing his fingers.

As you kept tugging on your restraint, the headrest started to bang against the wall, the noise echoing through the room, filling it along with your moans and whimpers. You instinctively wrapped your legs around Alex's head, drawing him in closer. He chuckled against your skin, send vibrations up your body, tipping you over the edge.

You tugged harshly on your wrists, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You moaned loudly, tightening your legs around Alex's head, crying out his name over and over. "F-fuck, Alex, fuck," you whimpered.

You came down from your high, and you were so sure, positive even, that Alex had had enough and would give you a break, but no, he kept going, moving his fingers and lapping at your folds like nothing had happened. Because to him, nothing did happen, so he just kept on.

He moved his fingers faster, curling and twisting them deep inside of you, making you cry out his name. The feeling of his fingers stroking your walls just right, the feeling of his mouth covering you heat over and over made you feel an indescribable feeling of pleasure. You were absolutely positive that there was a mark on your wrists from Alex's bandanna and were sure that Alex had many various handprints decorating your body which would no doubt last at least a week, maybe even more.

Alex had begun to suck your clit into his mouth, occasionally pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alex looked up at you, and your eyes met and he saw just how amazing he was making you feel and he smirked against your skin, and you could feel him do it too. HIs grip on your abdomen had loosened up quite a bit and you started to grind onto his face again, trying get his fingers to sink deeper into you, to get some sort of friction since he ceased all movement of his fingers. Surprisingly, he didn't make you stop, he just let you move your hips freely. allowing you to make yourself feel good on his fingers. Though, in the back of your mind you knew that he wasn't stopping you for a reason, no doubt planning another way to make you come undone for him by his own means, his own rules, and by his own doing.

You were so close, nearly there, just needed to feel him curl his fingers inside of you, which he did while you were moving your hips, one more time. You were just about to let go whenever he stopped, pulling away from your heat, removing his fingers, making you whimper, and he sat up, leaving you barely on the edge, your orgasm so close, but so far away as it began to fade away.

"Wh-what? N-no, no, Alex," you said, your need to let go growing quickly by every passing second, the need to feel him inside you growing as well. "What, doll? What do you need?" Alex asked as he moved over you, his arms keeping him above you.

"I-I need you," you whimpered, Alex's promise of saying that he was going to 'fuck you up' coming true.

"'ow bad do you need me?" he drawled, slowly kissing up your neck, biting down on a spot. You whimpered. "I need you s-so bad, Alex." He chuckled, thinking of something for a moment, quickly giving telling what you needed to do. "You want me, then spit in me mouth," he  said nonchalantly.

You were confused for a moment. You knew that he had a spitting kink, but he never showed any part of it in all the time that you two were together. You took a moment to think about it before you nodded and he opened his mouth and you spat in his mouth. You weren't proud of what you just did, but if it meant that Alex would fuck you, then you didn't care.

"Oh, and one more thing, baby ... you 'ave to promise me that you won't come until I say you can, okay?" Alex said. You nodded, how hard could that be?

He nodded in response before nudging your thighs apart with his hand and you sighed whenever he aligned himself up with your entrance, giving himself a few tugs before pushing inside you, bottoming out in two pushes. His head fell down on your shoulder, reveling in the feeling of your walls contracting around his cock, stretching to accommodate for his size.

Once he regained some sort of control, he pulled almost all the way out of you, slamming back inside you very quickly, starting to set a very, very fast pace. You pulled on your wrists again, hoping that maybe you'd loosened the knot that Alex had tied them in the bandanna with. You wanted your hands free of it, needed to touch him, to hold on to something, only if he would untie you.

His hands were firmly planted in the mattress beside your head, holding him up above you. You closed your eyes tightly, reveling in the way Alex's cock stroked your walls so good, but they quickly opened whenever Alex stopped moving. "Alex?" you asked, searching for his eyes.

"I want you to look at me the entire time, alright?" he said, and you quickly nodded, desperate for him to move again.

Alex started to move again, his eyes never once leaving your own. You tried your best to hold on, trying to fulfill his wish of you not to let go until he said so. But the feeling was getting to be too much for you, the knot forming in your stomach once again. The way he was stroking your oversensitive walls, thrusting into you hardly was enough for you, and you let go, eyes rolling into the back of your head, your walls contracting around Alex's cock, riding out your high.

Your moans filled the room and you came down from your high, opening your eyes. You were sure that Alex wouldn't give you anything else, wouldn't give you what you wanted having done the one thing he said not to do. You were panting heavily now, the feeling too overwhelming, too much for you to handle.

"Done?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

"Yes," you managed to say, avoiding his eyes.

"Good," he said nonchalantly. Alex leaned down to kiss you, it wasn't a deep kiss, but instead it was a soft, slow, and passionate kiss, full of his love and adoration for you. He pulled away and pushed a piece of your hair out of your face, smiling down at you. "You think you can do one more, love?" he asked. You were tired and sore and worn out, having been pushed over the edge several times already and weren't fully sure if you could do one more, even though it was just one. But there was something about the way he asked you, the way he smiled, and you couldn't say no to him, especially with the way he was looking at you right now.

"Y-yeah, I can do one more," you choked out. Alex mumbled something incoherent before starting to move slowly. He knew how sensitive you were now and didn't want to do anything that might cause even the slightest bit of discomfort to you, but still making sure that you felt amazing.

The mood in the room had juristically changed. He was still dominant and had all the control, but he wasn't spitting out demands or teasing you anymore, just focused now on getting the two of you there, wanting you to feel good.

Though he didn't want to cause you discomfort, he did start to increase his pace, not by much, but going faster than before and one of his hands came down in between your bodies to rub light circles in sync with his thrusts on your clit, applying more pressure ever so slightly to it every now and then. He had just restarted his movements and you were already so close to the edge again. It took just one flick of your clit and Alex's cock nudging that spot inside you that had stayed unattended to before and that sent you spiraling.

Your walls contracted around his cock for the last time of the night, drawing him in, triggering his own release. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you felt his hot release coat your walls as he groaned, the both riding out you highs. You felt pure euphoria and bliss once again as you came down, Alex coming down from his high as well, head falling on your shoulder. He laid on top of you for a few minutes, regaining some of his strength before pulling out of you with a sigh, laying down beside you. You were panting heavily, pulling on your wrists once again. "Alex," you sighed.

He looked at you, saying your name, looking you up and down, starring at your restraints. "Oh, I'll untie you," he said, reaching up and untying your wrists, throwing his scarf on the ground, pulling you close to him even though you were both hot, sweat pooling on Alex's forehead and chest.

"C'mere, me love," he said, holding you tightly. Even though you had come down from your orgasm, you were still panting heavily, trying to breath. "Hey, hey, breath, me love, breath. I've got you," Alex said calmly, rubbing your hair comfortingly.

You both sat there for a minute so that you could catch your breath. once you did catch your breath, you laid your head on Alex's chest. "I love you, Al," you said, looking up at him.

"I love you, too, me love," he said kissing you lovingly. "Are you alright? Did I 'urt you?"

You shook your head. "You could never hurt me, Alex," you said. "But, now I'm really tired and want to sleep, so can we talk in the morning?"

"Yeah, love, we can. Goodnight," Alex responded, pulling the duvet over you two. You told him goodnight and soon fell asleep in his arms, him following not long after you.

[elvisabutler]

Caught In A Trap ( 2/10 )

Fandom: Elvis (2022)

Relationship: Elvis/Living Past 42, past Priscilla/Elvis, current Priscilla and Elvis loving each other too much always

Word Count (this chapter): 2360ish

Rating: R, honestly this isn't gonna move below that rating I don't think.

TW: Talk of drug use for pain, pain in general, mention of character death, brief implication of self injury, it's sort of a blink and miss situation, drinking. Honestly it's all in the movie for the most part.

Author's Note: This is probably gonna be 10 parts or lower, I think. I have it plotted out, it's really just how I get to all the parts. Also apologies for the wait, literally have spent like the past week ish sick as a dog between me and my family. As always ask box is open, y'all know the drill.

Elvis is sure Jerry was not prepared to have him leaning on him as much as he is both on the way to the car and inside the car. Truth be told, Elvis himself hadn't really planned to lean as much as he was on the other man but his legs couldn't quite carry him in the way he needed and his body in general felt too heavy for him to lug around or sit up any straighter than he was. Still, it makes it easier for Elvis to listen to the other man as he explains everything in the letter he received.

Goddammit his mama had been right, they couldn't trust this Colonel. He should- everyone's warnings and even his own gut telling him something was off and every damn time he fell right back in snowed in and trapped like only a true Southern boy could be by that snow.

Elvis found himself squeezing the bridge of his nose and exhaling, "we could have done this back in '68. Or 69 or 70. Could have taken 'Cilla and Lisa to see Paris."

Might have helped smooth over some of the dumb things he's done. Could have reminded her that he was her husband and she was his wife- his gorgeous spitfire birdie.

"Yeah," Jerry shakes his head, "honestly, we could have done those dates in half the time we've been here in Vegas and the States. Probably had more money too, even with the deal."

"Don't remind me, Jerry." He spits the sentence out with a little more force than he means to. He knows he's a fool when it comes to business and letting the Colonel get away with what BB's told him time and and time again is highway robbery but he hates dealing with all those details now and he always has. Maybe now he ought to try and see what's going on.

Or not if the flash of pain slicing through his head causing him to roll his head to the opposite side. He should have had Dr. Nick give him something for his head at least. Maybe once they get to the hospital they'll give him something. They always do even if he has to make new pain to get something.

"Lay back, EP." Jerry mutters while looking out the window to see if any photographers are trying to catch a photo. He spots one but with Elvis' tilted the way he is, he's pretty sure they're safe. "We'll talk about it later. Can't have you passing out again before we get you inside. Not that sure I can hold up all of your weight."

If Elvis was a little more coherent and a little less exhausted, he might have punched Jerry in the arm for that- defended his eating habits and told the man he wasn't that much of a feather either. He isn't though and all he can muster up is a light kick to the shins and a mumbled and mildly slurred, "I know ya didn't just call m' fat."

The only response he gets is a deep laugh as they start to pull into the hospital. "Wouldn't dream of it. Priscilla might though."

It's hard to get Elvis into the building without anyone noticing but they've had to play this song and dance so many times that by now it's beginning to be an old hat to everyone and Elvis finds that he's always a little more thankful everything but tonight especially. His filter is gone and his temper is barely in check that he doesn't think he could handle a question about why he's here asked by someone with a camera shoved in his face. Why else would he be here? What dumbass question is that?

The ride up to his room is slower than he's used to but maybe it's just his perception of time feeling off. After all, they have to be moving faster than this goddamn snail's pace with him. What if it was something big that's got him this tired? Having them move like this would get him killed not that it mattered right now, he thought, because he's not dying he's just- he needs a break, one that he hasn't had for such a long time. Maybe he'll just go to sleep now, just until they get him settled in.

He hears The Colonel before he sees him in any capacity. His eyes barely open up at the tap of the cane and he knows he needs to sit up, get up and get the man out of his room but the idea seems like an impossible task. Jerry's voice sounds muffled but Elvis thinks he hears him say something about him being asleep and leave him be.

"Nonsense! He's being overdramatic! The showman never stops, hm?" Elvis can feel both the Coloniel's presence in body and feel his breath far too close to his face for comfort in the moment. The shiver that escapes his body is a mixture of disgust and actual chill and he tries to will his arm to move while mumbling.

It fails miserably and Elvis curses his own body for betraying him in the moment he needs it to be with him. Any other time was fine, but right now when he needs to be in fighting form to get this leech of a man away from him the betrayal just slices a knife right through him. Thankfully he hears the door open and a voice he's never heard- a new doctor he thinks- speak before is pulling Parker away with more force than is probably necessary.

"I know you're his manager, Mr. Parker, but he's not going to respond right now. I'll call security on you if you don't leave Mr. Presley be until tomorrow morning."

He hears the Colonel grumbling something about being a Colonel and trying to put up a resistance before blissful silence. He had almost forgotten what that sounds like.

He wakes up in Graceland- or at least what Graceland was a decade and a half ago. Right when his mama had been there and- he loves decorating his home, he does but there was something to be said about how his mama made it look. He can't actually be in Graceland, he's sure he was at the hospital in Las Vegas before he opened his eyes but seeing everything around him settles something in him, lulls him into believing this is real. He wants it to be real, wants for at least a moment to pretend he's this young again and his mama is still here and he can still fly away like he should to the Rock of Eternity.

He forces himself out of bed, trying to see if the whole house is looking like it used to and he finds himself almost immediately going to his mother's closet. He knows he shouldn't, remembers how he broke down leaning against her dresses as if the feel of them would bring her back but it's been so long and he still misses her. He misses all his girls, but his mama is the only one that isn't just a plane ride away. God, he should call Priscilla, have her bring over Lisa Marie. It feels like it's been an age since he's seen them.

"Elvis, is that you?" Elvis hears his mother's voice clear as day the moment he steps out of her closet and his knees just buckle underneath him. She's not real, this can't be real and yet that's her voice.

"Mama?" His throat feels as if there isn't a single drop of water in it and he swears he feels his eyes watering his vision is getting blurry enough that he hopes he's crying. He forces himself to swallow when he looks up to see her looking older than he remembers. "It's me."

Her smile lights up almost every fiber of his being, it's almost the same feeling he gets when little Lisa grins and giggles at him but somehow just different in the most subtle of ways. "You know you're not supposed to be in my closet. If you needed to find me you know where I am."

At home, six feet under and dead for longer than he likes to admit is his first thought before he let's out a huff of a laugh, "the kitchen, I know, Mama. Just wasn't sure about it today."

"You know better than to lie to me, boobie. You know I can tell." She moves her hand out to touch his face and Elvis leans in quicker than he thought he was capable of moving. He can feel the tears on his cheeks now, knowing that this isn't real and his mama isn't this old but if this is what his exhaustion is dreaming up he'll take it. He'll be this exhausted for just a little while longer just to see her and feel her comfort. "Get up off the floor, I can't give you a hug like that."

His bones protest the movement, creaking in ways they probably shouldn't and he sways just a little too much to where he stumbles just momentarily into the wall. Gladys is there to catch him though and the look on her face brings such a rush of shame in his body that he feels like a little boy getting in trouble for something major. "You shouldn't be moving like that."

"I'm older mama, pushing 40. My body just-" He finds himself being shushed and cut off all at once.

"That's nonsense, almost 40 or not my strong boy wouldn't be stumbling like that just from getting up. You haven't been drinking have you?"

There is an irony that isn't lost on Elvis and he has to bite his tongue to not back talk at his mother but he can't stop the way his lips purse just a bit and his upper lip inches toward a bit of a snarl before he answers her. "No, mama, you know I get mean when I drink anyway. I'm just tired and I'm in some pain."

A lot of pain, but he figures he was due for something that Dr. Nick would give him so that was to be expected even with his exhaustion- can't escape parts of his own body from acting up.

He feels her arms wrap around him. "You mean that pain they've got you on all those pills for, boobie?"

In the back of his mind he can hear himself singing that he's caught in a trap as he pulls away from her embrace to touch at her face and look at his mother. This isn't right, she shouldn't know about that, shouldn't know how bad it's been getting. This isn't real but he's so tired, who's she gonna tell?

"Yeah, mama, that pain. I've got it handled though-"

"For God's sake, boobie, I wish you wouldn't take all those pills, they can't be good for you." His mother pleads looking at him straight into his eyes. Hell, into his soul for all he knew.

He remembers telling her not to drink so much, how it wasn't good for her and he can't help the bark of a laugh that exits his throat with such ferocity that it startles him. Mama didn't need the alcohol, but he's pretty sure he needs at least some of these pills.

"Mama-"

"No, boobie, you know I'm right, you're losing yourself and I don't like seeing you like this."

His eyes narrow who did she think she was saying that to him of all people after she drank herself to death leaving him with his daddy and making it so he couldn't introduce her to Priscilla and her granddaughter. "I didn't like seeing you dead, Mama."

Her face looks hurt for a moment before she exhales slowly. "I was worried. I'm still worried. Promise me you'll cut back, Elvis. You might have the strength of two men but Jesse can't save you forever."

He wants to deny it but there's a part of him, small as it is that knows she's right. That Jesse might have been saving him all these years but the full moons are getting harder and harder to catch so to speak. Still, he doesn't know if he can, because it's hard- everything is starting to bust on him and he just wants a break. If he could just rest and reset he'd be fine, but he's gotta pay for Graceland and the Mafia.

His breath leaves his body in one swoop when he looks up at his mother through his lashes and he nods his head. "I'll try. At least a little."

Will he is the real question, but what's the harm in lying to his dead mother? It's not like she could be mad at him for it or hit him for it.

"Good, now let's head to the kitchen, boobie, I made your favorite." Gladys smiles and motions for him to follow her.

It's then that Elvis feels the pull of real life yanking him back against his will. He knew this was a dream but it was so nice that he just wanted to stay for a little while, just rest for a little while. Maybe if he just shuts his eyes it'll stay put just a little while longer.

He thinks he feels his eyes shut and feels his body become weightless as a bird before-

"What the hell?!"

[howdoyousleep3]

i know you did a thing with nick fowler and our beloved senator but miss k, i can’t help it

everytime i see nick fowler all i can think about is daddy james. everytime i read daddy james/stevie baby i just picture him as a mob boss or something along those lines and seb playing nick fowler IS NOT HELPING

MAYDAY MAYDAY A BITCH IS DOWN

Oh my god, baaaaaabe when I read this Ask I literally said out loud, "yesssssss, finalllyyyyyyyy" because I've just been screaming at @sheetsforwhichimmade all of my thots about how Nick Fowler is literally Daddy James. 😭 Here come the v scattered yet v horny thoughts and feelings...

Let's start with the obvious one...

NGH, can you imagine? Steve starting to be a brat at a dinner James let him tag along to? A squeeze to the nape of his neck and a low "Do as you're told, Steven" whispered in his ear?

Steve traipsing into a meeting that he shouldn't be a part of in any capacity, maybe James is in the middle of interrogating someone, threatening them, something Steve doesn't see often. James lets Steve walk right up to him and Daddy tells him to leave, but Steve starts to object. James stops him immediately. "Go back to bed. Do as you're told..."

This one! So self-explanatory, I weep. Steve wanting to put up a useless fight, wanting to spit and kick and dig his heels into the ground during an argument. Daddy responding with this, amused, knows this little act used against anyone else would be effective but against Daddy? "Please, sweet boy. Always such a tough guy, ain't ya?"

Just...Daddy at work. That's all, that's it. It's a soft day, one where James wants Steve to accompany him to work because he can't stand even the thought of being away from Steve for more than two minutes. He picks him up a sugary coffee along the way. Steve wears Daddy's clothes and lounges around James' office couch sketching and reading. And Daddy just goes about his business.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 We don't talk enough about Daddy James getting distracted by his baby's fat liiiiiiips but, oof. Imagine it, that long, drawn out look at Steve's lips as he's trying to explain something to James. Smacking his hand over Daddy's chest even if he feels a blush reach his cheeks, James grabbing Steve's hands and holding him close.

"Quit, baby c'mere. No, m'listening, c'mon. Well can you blame me? They're speakin' to me themselves, just...yeah, go on..."

Steve kinda flustered now, determining what he had to say isn't important anymore, but he'll keep talking if it makes his Daddy needier, if it'll get him more heated looks and waist pinches.

Lord has no mercy here, I won't even request it. This one is a mood. So many possibilities. Steve mumbling under his breath and his Daddy ducking his chin and telling him to speak up. James asking Steve a question and demanding eye contact to ensure he's heard his Daddy clearly. "Use your words" with this look as he ensures eye contact. Such a Daddy Look.

A Daddy Look once more! Bourbon? Undone tie and open collar? A Moody James? Downing his liquor without so much as a wince or a flinch? Daddy needs some unwinding time, some stress relief, and his favorite toy to use is his sweet, puppy baby. Steve doesn't fight when James comes home like this, gives minimal sass, listens when Daddy spreads his thighs and tells Steve, "take me outta my pants, make me hard. Know that sweet mouth'll give me just what I need before that cunt finishes the job..."

A bitch is down for suuuuuuuuure. ❤️