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creedslove · 8 months

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WHO KNEW? 💍💔

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

"You took my hand, you showed me how

You promised me you'd be around (...)

I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me (...)

If someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone, I'd stand up and punch them out, 'cause they're all wrong

I know better, 'cause you said forever, and ever, who knew?"

Summary: You and Joel had been married for a few months when he broke things up with you because he'd fallen in love with someone else, Sarah's mom. You parted ways but more than a decade later you end up meeting Sarah and that leads you to face your ex-husband one more time

• Inspired by this amazing HEADCANON request ❤️

Warnings: angst, broken hearts, asshole!Joel, divorce, infidelity, pregnancy, fluff (a little, maybe?) age gap (Joel is four to five years older than reader and the time skip is 12 to 14 years (Sarah's age) but feel free to imagine whatever you want)

A/N: Hi guys!!! I got obsessed with this story ever since I received that ask and turned into a headcanon but it wasn't enough, I had to write a longer, fuller version of this story! I think it's so appealing because we are all used to Joel being our knight in shining armor, always the perfect husband/boyfriend and well, here we can see another part of him. It's not a crime to fall in love with someone else, but the way he broke reader's heart was very mean. Also, I didn't specify reader's profession, just keep in mind she studied A LOT and now she makes good money, but feel free to idealize her job the way you want. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story, besties ❤️

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You never really understood why some people told you getting married so young would be a mistake. It didn't make sense to you, at all. You and your soon-to-be husband Joel, were young, yes, but you loved each other deeply. You figured it didn't take much more than that to make a happy marriage.

You were fresh from highschool, always had good grades and it didn't take long for you to be accepted in many different institutions, and yet, you decided it would be a good idea to take a sabbatical year in order to get yourself sorted out, maybe get a job and save up some money and enjoy your marriage a little. Joel was very supportive of you, even if he knew you would eventually leave for college and you would both have to make it work long distance.

Joel was just a couple of years older, he'd just left the military and he also needed to know what to do in life, in order to support his wife, he didn't have the book smarts his girl did, but he was kind-hearted and hard-working. He also hadn't planned on getting married that young, but before he could even try to make any sense out of it, he was deeply in love with you.

So Joel proposed, you said yes, his dad helped him get a small, but cute house and the two of you started your new wed life.

For the first few months, everything was a bed of roses; you were so in love, that man was simply intoxicating. His touches, his kisses, his body, his smell, everything about him was addictive to you and you couldn't be without it.

You had found yourself a part time job as a sales clerk at a baby clothes store at the mall, just as Joel was working as an apprentice in the construction business, it was a very hard job, and just in a matter of a couple of months, you saw your boyfriend becoming bigger and more muscular. He worked hard for you, for your relationship, your marriage and the future family you would build in a couple of years. Even if your friends had told you it was madness getting married so young and your family had asked you not to do it, everything was just fine, what could go wrong?

Every single day, Joel would come back home, tired from work, and he would be welcomed by you in your fullest housewife version. Dinner all ready, house spotless clean and a loving wife dying to be in his arms. He would not disappoint you, taking you into his arms, lifting you up, pressing you against the wall, his kisses were so urgent, so needy of you, his hands roamed all over your body as you felt his cock throbbing. Every night next to your handsome husband Joel was a delight, it was your personal piece of heaven, nothing could stop the two of you when you were together, but eventually, it happened.

You didn't know exactly how it started, or when for that matter, it was all a thick fog in your mind, being unable to say precisely when your marriage began falling apart. Perhaps it happened sooner than you thought but you were just too naive or too blind to see; first thing you noticed, were the kisses; they were gone. No kissing before going to work in the morning but you shrugged it off, thinking that maybe Joel was just in a rush to get to work. Though you really missed them, your skin seemed to burn and ache for his touch, you didn't want to seem like a clingy wife, or nag him with unimportant things. Whenever he came back from work, he was still all yours; that's why it took you long enough to notice it.

Every evening, he came back with the same hunger he felt, only this time, he didn't seem to have felt that hunger for you per se, more like a desire within that needed to have you to help him relieve it.

He took you every single night, he gave you pleasure, simple, raw, indifferent pleasure. You didn't actually remember the last time you actually made love, because everytime Joel touched you, he always had you on your hands and knees for him, always fucking you on your back. At the time you thought it was just some kink or something like that, but now it was pretty clear to you it was just the easiest way for Joel to close his eyes and pretend you were someone else.

It was just simply fucking, a means to get to an end.

Then, he began getting home later and later, sometimes he would be too late for dinner, or he would just skip it entirely. Never explaining exactly what he was doing or why he was spending less and less time at home.

"Sorry babe, just had a sandwich with the guys"

That's what he would say before shrugging and going straight to the bedroom; not taking his time to actually see you'd cooked his favorite or that you were starving because you'd waited for him until that hour. The weekends weren't different at all, at first, right after you two got married, you'd spend the entire day in bed, just enjoying each other's company, each other's bodies and love; caresses full of affection carried with lust, turned into nothing more than just a memory some months later. Every weekend Joel simply got up, had breakfast and told you he was heading for work; and he would spend the entire day there, no phone calls to let you know he wouldn't be back for lunch nor calls to tell you he would grab a few drinks with the guys.

Always the guys, and as much as you tried to convince yourself it was indeed just one drink, or a burger, or a soccer match with the guys, your heart was sending you signals, trying to warn you there was something seriously wrong. Yet, you chose not to believe it, you told yourself it was actually kind of cruel of you to have such thoughts about your poor hard-working husband. What kind of wife would you be if you became paranoid while Joel was just working hard to provide you a good life?!

Joel was so busy with his work he barely even noticed when you asked for a double shift on Saturdays. Not that you liked working at the mall, but if you were going to stay alone all the time, you figured you would at least earn some money. Maybe Joel was just stressed about having to put up with the bills all by himself, you reminded yourself. Perhaps things would be back at what they were in the beginning, you were now marking six months of marriage and you knew this wasn't supposed to be happening. Your husband wasn't supposed to be that uninterested in you, he wasn't supposed to be indifferent towards your presence or so ungrateful, and yet you decided to fight for his love, after all, you loved him more than anything, more than anyone, it was an overwhelming feeling but you simply couldn't move on from it.

You waited for Joel another night, you'd made dinner, but of course he said he wasn't very hungry because he had grabbed a bite to eat with the guys.

Your heart clenched, he didn't kiss you, nor held you, it was like you were two different people sharing the same house; not lovers, not husband and wife, perhaps not even friends anymore. It felt each time more and more empty next to Joel, but you tried. You sat down and had dinner on your own, as he glued himself to the TV, watching whatever it was on. You knew him enough to know his mind was drifting away, thinking of something or someone, you weren't sure, the only thing you were a hundred percent sure was that he did everything at his willpower so he wouldn't have to spend time with you. It hurt, like a knife piercing through your chest, it was humiliating and you still didn't know why you were insisting. You swallowed after dinner and walked to the couch, he was nearly asleep and you ran your hands through his hair, feeling how soft his curls were; you had missed dearly times like that, it had been only a few months prior and yet, it felt like an eternity. The way your Joel would come to you, crave your touch, and just overall pay attention to you, unlike the haunting reality that you had to face, in which your husband simply began to ignore you, as if you weren't much more than a shadow, or an invisible and yet quite annoying presence. You looked down at his sleepy and peaceful form, he always looked so young and innocent when he slept it always warmed your heart.

The tip of your fingers ran through his scalp once more, he had always loved that particular display of affection. Minutes passed while you stroked his hair, you could feel Joel shifting softly under your touch, satisfied groans coming out like purrs as he began to slowly open his eyes

"Angela.." he murmured under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to catch it.

At that moment you felt as if you'd lost all balance, gripping the couch and staring at him in disbelief

"Who's Angela?" Your voice suddenly loud and serious, making Joel snap away from the sleeping haze he was in and stare into your eyes. He was carefully not to give it away immediately

"What are you talking about?" He got up from the couch, determined to turn his back to you

"You said a name. Angela, who's she?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N, stop being crazy"

Your blood boiled at the accusation.

For months all you did was try to be the perfect housewife, you cooked, cleaned, worked and brought home the little money you made in order to win back your husband's attention, not only that, you didn't want to have to give away to everyone who told you you would be making a mistake by marrying so young. It had been so difficult to actually admit to yourself your marriage was at a risk, and now you just had enough proof. After months of indifference, your husband was now mumbling another woman's name; as if it wasn't bad enough, he was trying to make the tables turn by accusing you of being crazy. That was so typical of men, but not of your Joel, you thought he would never do that, you were so sure he was honest, honorable, a decent human being, he wouldn't hurt you on purpose in order to prove his point. Or so you thought.

"Don't you fucking dare call me crazy, Joel Miller, for the past couple of months you haven't given a shit about me, you're never home, you never spend time with me, you don't hug me, don't kiss me, you don't even fuck me anymore, and now you are mumbling someone else's name? Who's she? Is she your mistress? How long have you been with her?"

Again, you tried being strong, you really did, but your voice cracked, and the tears threatening to escape now ran freely down your cheeks, he'd walked away from you, but you managed to corner him in the kitchen, you were tired of being blinded by your own feelings, at the same time you were tired of being played by Joel, he had no right to act that way.

"Answer me, Joel!!! Who's the fucking whore?!" You yelled at him, the impatience and anxiety creating an explosive combination inside of you. You were so close to solving the mystery that haunted you at the same time you didn't wanna hear any further word. You just wished you could close your eyes and make all that away, you wish you could just wake up and see the last couple of months were nothing but a nightmare and that you still had the same good old loving Joel Miller as the best husband in the world; instead, he simply groaned, rubbing his face and looked down, not having the courage of look at you in the eyes.

"She's not a whore, don't call her that. I-We.. we're in love. I met her at work, she's the receptionist there and we hit it off… she's gorgeous, funny and I fell for her" he swallowed not sure where the strength to be honest with you about his feelings was coming from, but it was enough to make eye contact "I've never cheated on you, Y/N, I haven't slept with her yet, I haven't even kissed her, but I think she's the one, I wanna be with her, I'm not gonna lie to you anymore"

"You don't love me anymore?" That was all you could ask, out of all the cruel and raw information he suddenly threw on you, the only thing you could register was the lack of feelings from the man who swore to love you forever one day.

"Jesus, Y/N, let's not do this now" he groaned, wanting to shift all that anger towards you, somehow blaming you for what happened so he wouldn't be consumed by his own guilt. He wasn't blind, he knew you loved him, he knew you waited at the door for him every single day, with dinner ready a pie in the oven and giving you those sad, heart eyes in hopes of receiving his affection once more. You reminded him of a puppy, as bad as it sounded, all it took you to be happy was a crumble of his love. What angered Joel was that you weren't satisfied with just crumbles, you wanted more and more from him, and he was unavailable; he simply couldn't give it to you, because his heart belonged to someone else. He hadn't planned on that happening, if it were up to him, he would've honored the vows he took on his wedding day, but Angela walked into his life without a warning and swept him off his feet. He couldn't stay with you out of pity, you deserved to be happy and so did you, but you weren't meant to be together.

"Do you love me or not, Joel?! Did you even love me?" Another grunt from his lips, you were so frustrated you didn't know how to rationalize, how to wrap your head around the fact he proposed to you, he had promised you the world and yet now he was treating you as if you had never mattered to him. His cowardice made you sick, he wasn't even man enough to look you in the eyes, you felt so angry a part of you was glad his body blocked your access to the silverware set because if you got your hands into it you knew at that moment you were willing to make a mistake. You gripped his shirt, slapping his chest and scratching him in a sloppy way, demanding answers from him. He could stop you at any moment, Joel was bigger and stronger than you, but he let you have your moment of hurting him out of pity, before calming gripping your arms and pushing you away

"I guess it's obvious I don't love you anymore, I love Angela, it's not my fault, it just happened, but I'm sure I want to be with her, you and I can't keep lying to ourselves, you can't keep lying to yourself, we're over, just as the love I felt from you, it's over…"

•••

You didn't remember much more after that. Some flashes of the following days, where the initial shock was still going strong, the waves of sadness mixed with anger, how Joel gathered some of his clothes and left the house that same night - probably to go to Angela's, how you refused to eat for the couple of days, you didn't talk to anyone, just spent your time alternating between crying yourself to sleep and actually sleeping, were just moments of blur. At some point you remember Tommy - Joel's brother checking up on you just to make sure you were alright. Tommy was the youngest of the Miller brothers, he was said to be the inconsequential one, but he would never do what his older brother had done.

Only after a few days Joel stopped by the house you once had shared, he had heard from his brother the pitiful mess you'd become because of him, and though a part of him didn't have the courage to ever face you again, another part - a more honorable one - insisted on it because he had to give you some kind of explanation. So after work, he didn't drive to Angela's like he'd been doing for the last few days, becoming his sweet routine and bringing so much joy now that he was free to love her just as much as she wanted to love him. Instead of going to his happy place, Joel drove back to the house that used to be his home for a while, a place where he'd been happy but it hadn't been enough for him. It was funny how he expected things to be drastically different, because his life had taken a dramatic turn just as yours had, and yet, things were just the same, or they appeared to be at least. He got off his truck, seeing that not a lot had changed, but this time there wasn't music coming from the house, it didn't smell like fresh cooked dinner, simply the living room with the lights on were the only thing that showed there was still someone in the house.

When he walked in, he expected to see you crying, depressed and begging him to get back, but much to his surprise, all your bags were already nearly packed and though it was visible you'd had some rough time by dark circles under your eyes and how pale your skin was, you welcomed him with a emotionless expression on your face, pointing at the couch, so he would take a seat and you could talk things through. After all the crying and suffering, you felt as if something had clicked and suddenly you went from heartbroken to numb. You knew the swirl of feelings would come and go, but taking advantage of your numbness, you put your head into place as best as you could and packed all your things, you didn't want to stay at that place surrounded by Joel memories, knowing he'd left the place you once called home and you were both so happy and also so unhappy in a short span of time. You wanted to put yourself back together, heal from him, forget he ever existed, go back to studying and focus on yourself only. But for that to happen, you wanted closure, not only wanting, you needed closure.

His low apologies combined with the rambling that came out of Joel's mouth was getting on your nerves, why couldn't he man up and actually tell you what he needed to in order to finally close that chapter in your lives.

"If you're not getting straight to the point, I will, Joel… I packed my bags, I am leaving this house, it's yours, your family managed to help you with it and I wouldn't feel comfortable living here. I'll go to college as soon as the next semester starts and I'll be waiting for the divorce papers, sign it as soon as possible, and pretend this never happened"

"Wait… what?! You want to divorce?!" Joel was quite shocked, not that he didn't want to divorce, because he did, so he could finally be officially with Angela, but he didn't think it would be that easy for you to agree, let alone be the one suggesting it.

You laughed. It was a dry, ironic laughter, because honestly, you didn't think Joel was that much of a dick, it was fascinating how he broke your heart and he still found a way to have his ego bruised by the fact you wouldn't accept being in a submission position, that you wouldn't cry and beg for him.

"What did you expect Joel?! That I would stay here, legally married to you, cooking and washing your dirty underwear while you go out of the door and keep cheating on me with that whore? Seriously? That's how low you think of me?"

"I already told you she isn't a whore and I have never cheated on you, that's why I want to divorce, us getting married was clearly a mistake and it's not my fault if I don't love you anymore.."

"So whose fault is it? Mine?! Do you really think what you did isn't cheating, Joel? Just because you hadn't fucked her while we were still together, but you had spent time with her, emotionally connected with her, fuck, just the fact you let her get closer to you even though you were married, that's cheating! You say it isn't because you don't want to feel guilty, but deep down inside you just know it is! I agree with you on one thing, though: our marriage was a stupid mistake, because of you I delayed a whole year of my life, I almost sacrificed my future because I really took your words and believed them, that we would be together, I never thought out of all the people in the world, you would be the one to hurt me! I trusted you, do you even know how many times I cried and sulked because I blamed myself for your behavior? The amount of times I felt guilty for even remotely considering the possibility of you having someone else? Because in my mind you'd always been the perfect husband and yet, you were backstabbing me day after day, with that slut!"

"Don't you fucking call her a slut! She's not a slut, she's not a whore! It's not her fault if you are a petty envious woman!"

"She is a slut Joel, I'm sure of it, because if she had any decency she wouldn't have come closer to a married man, my husband! She is probably excited about the thrill, but I'm certain that once the reality hits and she sees herself locked inside having to carry out chores everyday, take care of the house, the husband and even the kids if you two ever come to it, it's not gonna be as fun, and then you'll meet her for real. I don't wish you anything bad, but god help you if you ever have to face a disappointment as big as mine"

You dried your tears and began removing your wedding ring, it was quite pricey taking into account how complicated your financial situation was. You intended to return it to him, but the mere thought of maybe Joel taking the ring and handing it to his former mistress and soon-to-be official girlfriend, was enough to make you nauseated. You gave up removing it and left the ring right there.

"I'm leaving this place tomorrow, you can send the divorce papers over to my parents' and I hope I'll never see you again, Joel"

•••

You wished you could say that was the last time you ever saw Joel Miller in your life, but unfortunately, things weren't too easy for you. Only two months before you could finally enter college and forget about the disastrous year you had, you were working double shifts at the mall, in hopes of saving a decent amount of money for yourself. It was supposed to be another lazy evening, in which you would have to kill time until you could go home, you had just had your break and as you walked back into the store, you couldn't help but pay attention to your left hand. The wedding ring still there. It brought you shame and embarrassment, the mere fact you left it there. You often lied to people and to yourself by saying it was a way of keeping disrespectful customers away, but the truth was, you just didn't know why it was so hard to do it. It felt like a weight you couldn't get rid of, a part of your life that seemed like nothing but delusion.

You were scared of removing that ring, it was a sign that Joel wouldn't be much more than a memory to you, and even if you knew that was exactly what you needed, your heart still yearned for him. It wasn't fair, to still love the person who had hurt you the most, burying deep those feelings but also knowing they were there was nerve wracking.

You were ready to get back to work, just about to enter the store you were so used to spending your whole day when you felt paralyzed.

"What do you think of this one, darling? Do you think our baby will like it?"

It was Joel's voice.

His voice.

Darling.

Our baby.

You stopped yourself right there, too far away from their distracted eyes, taking in all the colorful and beautiful options they had before them, but also close enough so you could actually hear the conversation. Joel Miller was going to be a dad, it was a fact, you weren't having a nightmare that you were about to wake up in cold sweat at any minute, instead, he was there, with her, the woman he dumped you for, the woman who was now carrying his child. Under the shelves you'd been hiding, you could only catch a glimpse of her baby bump, and the way Joel's hand rested over it in a protective way. It was enough to make your stomach upset, your eyes burning with the tears that once more insisted on appearing. He had moved on from you, much faster than you had moved on from him; their happiness could be beautiful to anyone, but to you it was disgusting, infuriating, they had no right to come to your place of work and be so glad about life itself.

You couldn't actually see Angela's face, all you were able to watch from where you stood was Joel's hand on her womb, his right one, but the moment he rested his left one on her waist, you gasped softly. The wedding ring was gone.

Joel wasn't feeling that comfortable about being at that particular store, though it was the only decent baby clothing store at the mall, he knew you worked there or at least used to; but Angela wanted new baby stuff and he was going to be a dad, so it was his duty to take her and help her sort things out. He thought of you, not having seen you or listened to your voice in months he sort of missed you? He couldn't lie to himself, he was glad to be divorced, he was happy in a relationship with a baby on the way, but you'd been important to him too, he wished things didn't have to end the way they did, he has gotten used to living with you, seeing you, kissing you, touching you, it was natural that he missed the dynamics you two had established. A part of him sort of wanted to run into you at the store, he wanted to see how you were doing, if you were taking good care of yourself, but it was a relief to everyone you weren't there. It would be just awkward and embarrassing to be baby clothes shopping in front of you. And of course, he never wanted to hurt you more than he had already done it, but you would have probably interpreted it as provocation.

He scratched down his head while Angela picked all her favorites, Joel tried hard not to pay attention to the price tags, money was still a delicate matter for the two of them, but he had managed to get some by selling his wedding ring. Of course the pair would've been worth a lot more, but he couldn't go after you to ask for your ring, so he just negotiated his own and took the money. It wasn't the ideal situation, but in a few months they'd welcome the tiny little person that would become the most important thing in Joel's life.

You were too hurt to continue watching their display of happiness, you turned your back to the place you were hiding and you returned to the small break room. That was indeed the last time you'd seen Joel Miller; that was it until you also met someone who brought chaos but also colors into your life.

•••

"Aren't you too old to sell cookies door to door for school?" Joel asked while chewing his scrambled eggs and slurped his coffee, watching as his daughter rolled her eyes at him

"Aren't you too old not to eat your vegetables?" She snapped back at him in their usual morning routine.

Sarah was a teenager, much to Joel's sadness, as he still had serious attachments to when she was younger. He knew it was part of life, and watching her blossoming into a beautiful young girl made him proud and hopeful about the future, he knew his sweet Sarah would go far. But that also made him scared, because no matter how irrational it was, Sarah always reminded him of you; and he knew that if any guy ever dared to do to his baby girl, what he did to you, he would be really to kill him in no time. Joel Miller would like to think he had improved a lot as a human being, after all, he wasn't a young man anymore, he was a full grown adult, who had to get himself together and mature after he was abandoned by his girlfriend with a newborn baby. Life was full of irony and he was one to witness it, being left by the woman he loved and trusted a little more than a year after he was the one who walked away from someone who loved and trusted him. It was what everyone said: karma is really a bitch.

Through the years, Joel really felt an urge to call you, perhaps ask you to meet him, so you could catch up and he could finally apologize to you, but he had lost all contact with you. In fact he had no idea what you were up to through the decades, the few times your parents ran into him on the street or at the grocery store and made sure to ignore his presence and pretend they'd never met. He just couldn't approach them and ask for your phone number. Besides, what would he even tell you?

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you the woman I left you for also left me, so now I'm a lonely single dad and I realized I took you for granted and maybe if you ain't busy, we could go for a cup of coffee or something?!"

It would be just straight up stupid, not to mention he was sure you would've found someone nice, someone worthy of you, probably you'd be married by then, perhaps you'd have a kid or two, and he was sure you'd be an amazing mother, because he just knew you were an amazing wife, and he was the only one to blame for not treating you the way you deserved it.

So Joel decided it was best if he pretended nothing ever happened just like you did with him, of course destiny had other plans.

He gave Sarah a ride to school and went to work. It would be another busy day, like all of his days, in which he would work hard in order to save as much money as he could, wanting to assure his daughter the future she deserved. For Sarah, it meant another day of classes and selling cookies. She didn't like the activity, but she didn't hate it either. In fact, on that particular day she felt kind of excited as she was about to head towards the 'good' part of the neighborhood, where most houses were big and seemed expensive. Getting her backpack and her stash of goodies to sell, she left home and went on with her day.

You, on the other hand, hadn't planned on coming back to Austin so soon, as the years turned into a decade, and then a little bit more than that, you had dedicated yourself fully to your academic and professional life, focusing on yourself only, managing to bury deep your memories of Joel and never paying attention to anything remotely close to a love life.

Yes, you'd had relationships, affairs, and you'd been with a few guys: one of them was Javier, he was a handsome but very slutty cop who you had a no-string relationship with; it was good for a while, he was handsome, sexy and he fucked like no other, but he had a taste for women that unabled himself to keep it inside of his pants. You liked the freedom, but that was too much.

You also dated a guy named Dave for a brief period, he was nice, also painfully handsome, a tiny bit mysterious about his high profile government job, but he wanted a family, not just another relationship. He wanted marriage and kids, and you were just out of it in no time. The last straw was when you were traveling back home and during one stop for dinner at a small, cozy bar, a guy dressed entirely in cowboy attire came onto you. It was the undeniable proof you weren't made for relationships at all; it was like Joel Miller had casted a spell, or worse, a curse on you: it had become impossible for you to be in a relationship. Still, that wasn't your main concern, not more than why you had to move back to Austin after all those years shifting from New York to Boston, Texas and even a brief period in Spain which led you into an affair with another guy named Javier, but well, that was definitely another story. You'd simply got a phone call from your parents talking about a family emergency and once you had asked for a leave, your boss had mentioned the opportunity of you working for the Austin branch, it was a promising one, with a lot of chances of career growth and becoming the head of the office would actually come in handy, so you had no other option than say yes and pack your stuff. When you got back to Texas, despite the suffocating heat, you were also welcomed with suffocating news of your grandmother's passing, and a couple of weeks later, the news she'd left you a house in the suburbs, a real good area with many families, easy traffic and a lot of space. Having become an apartment person over the years, you first thought it was so odd to live in a house, especially by yourself. Everything seemed so big but now you didn't have to worry about having to clean it all, being able to afford someone to do so, you found your way by decorating everything exactly the way you liked it, using the spare rooms to build your home office, your closet space and a guest room, you slowly turned grandma's house into your own. However, the exterior still bothered you: there was a great space in the backyard, but the swimming pool was empty and dirty, and you could definitely have a barbecue area built so you could welcome your friends and family on weekends. As it wasn't your priority, you didn't bother so much about it, turning your attention to settling into your new office first.

•••

"Oh, hi ma'am, I'm selling cookies to help our school fund, would you be interested?" Sarah displayed a wide grin, hoping that would soften up the very annoyed looking old woman who opened the door. She noticed how the old lady looked at her up and down and just groaned a 'no' before practically slamming the door shut. Sarah sighed and shook her head, and there she was thinking the people who lived in the wealthier part of the neighborhood were more generous, but apparently they were just a bunch of snobbish cunts. Her stomach growled in hunger as she walked some more, she knew she should've eaten before going to sell the cookies, but she didn't have time at that moment. She insisted some more, knocking on another door, having no clue she was actually knocking on her father's ex-wife's door.

Sighing tiredly as you closed your laptop, you looked around and focused on what you would do next. You knew you needed to go grocery shopping soon, but you just didn't feel like driving to the store and pick up vegetables, so instead, you left your study and went to the living room, getting comfortable on the couch and groaning slightly the moment the doorbell rang. You were just so comfortable on the couch, you considered ignoring whoever was on the other side of the door, but for some reason, a slight wave of guilt made its presence and you obliged to answer whoever was disturbing you.

"Hello! My name's Sarah Miller and we're selling cookies for the school fund, would you be interested?" The smiley girl repeated her memorized speech the moment you open the door, she discreetly watched you, seeing you didn't seem so closed like the woman from the previous house, but still she wasn't sure if you were friendly, not when you stared at her with a seemingly shocked look.

Miller.

Her name was Miller.

Your heart raced and lost track of what she was saying, knowing you desperately needed to get your shit back together; Miller wasn't an uncommon name at all, quite the opposite, you had met a few people who also coincidentally had the same last name as your ex-husband, so your reaction to the girl's name was just absurd. Maybe it was because you were back in Austin, where everything happened, but then again, you reminded yourself Joel wasn't the only person named Miller in Texas.

"I-I'm sorry… I got distracted but yeah, I'll take two boxes" you smiled at the girl, she was a teenager, a very pretty one, she was pretty good at expressing herself though she looked exhausted and sweaty.

"Would you like to drink some water?" You offered her, feeling sorry for her at the realization she had probably been walking under the sunlight for quite some time. Sarah didn't think twice before nodding eagerly as she stepped inside, dragging her school bag and her cookie cart along. You let her in, finding sweet how she looked all over the place, taking in the different details from your home and enjoying that environment.

You guided her to the kitchen, getting her a tall glass of iced water, frowning at the fact she wasn't following you anymore. Instead, she stood in front of your bookshelf, looking at it up and down, trying to take in as many titles as she could. Sarah would love to have her own bookshelf like that, she loved reading ever since she was a little girl and though she used the school's library a lot, she thought the idea of having her own things was appealing, but she understood her dad couldn't simply splurge on books for her whenever she wanted to.

"Do you like books?" You asked her, walking closer and handing her the glass of water, which she killed with only a few gulps.

"Have you read all of them?!" Her surprised voice made you chuckle, she was such a sweet girl, you had no idea why you instantly liked her, but you did.

"Well, not all of them… I've just bought some of them and I haven't had the time yet, why? Did any of them interest you?"

"Well…" she said shyly and hesitantly ran her fingers through them, only pulling one out to read the description at your encouraging nod. "This one seems nice…"

"It is nice… do you want it? You can take it!" You smiled at how she blinked a little confused but nodded, so thankful for your kindness. Even if she didn't know you, Sarah already liked you. She smiled at the book and placed the glass down.

"Have you had lunch?" She shook her head shyly and you smiled "come on, I'll make you a sandwich…"

For the next hour, you and Sarah talked about several things: she told you about her school, her interests and how much she loved reading. She had assured you she would return you the book as soon as she finished it and you assured her she could borrow as many as she would like. She also briefly talked about her family, mentioning she lived with her dad on the other side of the neighborhood and you told her a little bit more about yourself.

She widened her eyes the moment she saw what time it really was, and quickly grabbed her backpack and the book you'd lent her, thank you several times as she walked towards the door "go before your mom gets worried about you" you told her without much thinking, but she shrugged "mom's not around… I live with my dad only, but it was really nice meeting you, Y/N"

•••

And for the next month, at least once a week you'd get a visit from Sarah. It had become a habit of hers to just stop by, spend a couple of hours with you, return you the book she'd borrowed the week before and get a new one. She didn't talk much about her family, it was mostly about school, friends and boy crushes and books. You were kind of suspicious she was missing a feminine figure, since she briefly told you her mom left a couple of months after she was born without looking back, you picked up the hint she wasn't open to talk about it yet, and you respected it. You were glad you unexpectedly got a new friend, a very young friend, and at first you thought it was kind of odd, until you realized she sort of resembled a daughter figure to you. After all, if you had had children with Joel, your child would be around Sarah's age.

Joel also thought it was kind of weird his daughter made an adult friend, he was well aware of how dangerous things were in the world, especially for young, innocent girls like Sarah, but when she told him her new friend was a woman, single, childless woman, who was nice, definitely had some money but also seemed quite lonely, he assumed she was one of those old cat lady kind of women; in his mind, his daughter's mysterious friend was probably a widow, who didn't have any kids and now had to approach random people for attention so she wouldn't be alone all the time. If only he knew how wrong he was, he would've asked your name, but he didn't. And he also knew he should've done it, perhaps even asked for your phone number so he could call you in case of god forbid, an emergency. But he worked so hard, not only that, he was going through a very stressful period too, so he didn't pay as much attention as he should have towards several things.

Sarah had become acquainted with several aspects of your life, from the time you spent together in your weird version of a book club. Mostly the conversations were about her and the struggles she often faced as a teenager, but sometimes you let out information, plans or complaints here and there. It wasn't different the day you were very displeased with how your backyard was looking; it had potential to be a beautiful place but it needed fixing and remodeling. Perhaps it'd been the stress at work, but for whatever reason the way that place looked was bothering you and making you cranky, if any other given day you wouldn't give a crap about it, but at that moment you did, and not only that, you mentioned it to Sarah, who tried to be useful and told you she could ask her dad to take a look at it, after all, he was in the business and could help you with it. You said yes and told her you'd be expecting the two of them on Saturday morning. Only when the girl had left happily carrying another book in hands, was that you realized that maybe, and just maybe, you should've asked her father's name.

•••

"So, you're really sure this friend of yours wants to get some stuff remodeled? And that she can afford it?" Joel glanced at Sarah before focusing again on the street as he drove to her new friend's house. He wasn't truly convinced you would actually want to hire his services, it just seemed too good to be true. He held back a smile at the way Sarah rolled her eyes at him, she'd told him hundreds of times that yes, you needed someone to repair and remodel the backyard, if anything, he could at least indicate you someone who could provide the service you were looking for.

"Fine, let's help the old lady then" he grunted at the same time his daughter turned to him "what old lady?!"

"Your friend… isn't she old? I mean, she's lonely and she lets you hang out… I thought she'd be like our neighbor an-"

"Dad, she's younger than you, I think! And she's pretty too…"

At that information Joel was more curious about you. Why was a pretty young woman all alone and willing to be friends with a girl who could roughly be her kid's age?! Were you really pretty? And did you really want your backyard remodeled or was Sarah playing matchmaker? He really hoped she wasn't, otherwise he would be very angry. Joel didn't need a new relationship, he didn't want to, having failed the two major ones he had in his life, the first one being so immature and cruel to his sweet young wife and the second one he didn't exactly where he screwed up, perhaps he had just been naive and thought the woman who wanted nothing more than just some fun was actually willing to build a life with, or maybe he wanted her to take over your place, after all, you'd set the bar pretty high for Angela when it came on being a dedicated housewife. The raw fact was that Joel was alone all those years later, his first wife was hopefully living her best years with someone who truly deserved her and Angela was God knows where but he didn't give a single fuck. She'd been dead to him from the moment she walked out of his door, denying her own baby, and all that passion he felt turned into hurt and anger. Unlike the feelings he had for you: as the years passed and he grew older, he thought of several times he could've treated you better than he did, he thought of how he would have tried not hurting you as much as he did, even if the situation the two of you were was tricky, he often fantasized about a version of your marriage where he hadn't ruined everything, where he had been honest without being cruel, without playing with your feelings, he didn't know if it was just his conscious weighing heavily on him or what, but he always thought of you with affection and love. At that time he was sure he didn't love you anymore, the passion he felt for the other woman was too intense, too much, it blinded and deafened him from everything around, everything that mattered the most to him at the time. But all those years later, Joel was sure the love for you was still there, perhaps it was just hidden away, or it got stuck under all that shit that went on, still, he didn't know who you had become, what you looked like or where you were at that moment, so it was a fairly assumption he was still in love with a memory and nothing more than that.

"Fine, so what's her name after all?" He questioned his daughter after some moment of silence but before she could answer, Joel parked his truck in front of your home.

You heard the engine and you went to the window, checking the unknown car parked in front of your place and though you couldn't actually see them inside, you knew it was Sarah and her dad. Just as you went to the door, he exited the car, his back to the entrance as you walked to them and greeted Sarah, at the sound of your voice he immediately turned around and the two of you froze in time as you watched each other there.

Joel.

You felt as if you were trapped in a weird dream, the ones you know you are just dreaming and yet you can't move or speak, just taking the role of the audience of a bizarre picture that formed before your eyes. Joel on the other hand, stared at you in complete silence, you couldn't really read him, it was impossible to know what was going on in his mind, in his heart, you could just feel his eyes roaming over your body, taking all the image of you as if he was trying to make sure you were actually what he saw in front of him. He couldn't believe it, after all those years, after everything he did to you, you were there, beautiful as you'd always been, even more so, the fancy lifestyle really suited you, he could tell by your clothes, your nails perfectly done, your hair looking gorgeous and styled nicely, you had succeeded, you had had a life he knew he could never provide you, and for that he felt kind of relieved, at least one good thing came out of your divorce: the chance of you having the success you deserved it, you weren't that housewife who needed to still work part time at the mall, you were above that now, and Joel was so damn proud of you for it.

"I-I.. yo-"

"Nice to meet you, you must be Sarah's dad" you interrupted him before he could say your name and extended your hand to him, pretending you'd just met. He was confused but you tilted your head very discreetly towards his daughter, being sure she didn't know anything that had happened between the both of you. He immediately picked up the hint and introduced himself, as if you were meeting for the first time. His hand engulfed yours like it always did, Joel Miller had always had big and strong hands, surely they got calloused through the years, but you knew damn well what they were capable of doing to you. He was older, looking more handsome than you thought he would, he aged like a fine wine, streaks of silver here and there but the majority of his hair still dark and soft like always, he was bigger too, he was stronger, broad and grew several muscles, all of it a result of years of hard-working. No matter if he had broken your heart, there was no denying he was an extremely attractive man.

He appreciated how heartfelt you were towards his daughter and gladly followed you inside once you invited him into the backyard to discuss what could be done. Sarah was right behind the two of you, but you turned to her, smiling big

"I went to the bookstore yesterday and I think you might enjoy what I bought, wanna take a look at it? They're all in the living room" you suggested to her who nodded and happily went after the books.

Once you and Joel got into the backyard, he stuttered some apologies but you immediately cut him off.

"I don't want apologies Joel, I didn't know Sarah was your daughter and I probably wouldn't have let her in if I knew who she was, but now I got attached to her and I hope our situation isn't going to prevent us from being friends" you told him honestly and watched as he nodded

"You know, her mom, Angela, she left us and I'm very sorry I left you for her.. "

"I don't wanna hear it, Joel. As I said, I don't wanna hear it about her mom or the apologies or anything at all, I mean, Sarah told me what happened and it's enough, you and I aren't together anymore, we're better off without each other, so let's just overcome this part and focus on the job I need you to do…"

"You know, I can indicate you another contractor to do it for you, so it won't be weird…"

"No, you can do it, unless you are feeling uncomfortable but other than that, I'd rather you do it, besides, Sarah would find it awkward"

And like that, Joel got into his professional mood and the two of you discussed the project you had in mind, hiring his services, he told you he could start the next Monday and he would take care of it himself, to make sure things would go according to your wishes. He noticed you didn't wear any commitment rings, nor there were pictures of you and any guy indicating a relationship and in his heart, the hope of perhaps taking you out for a coffee and getting to know you, the woman you'd become after those years, after growing mature and changing your life completely, growing in his heart. It was a fair assumption Joel had an immediate crush on you, the feelings he held within, were now blossoming more, at how beautiful, intelligent and attractive you were and suddenly, the roles were reversed: if more than ten years ago you had it bad for him, now he was the one who felt like a sick love puppy towards you.

The first week of working wasn't so bad at all, Joel would arrive at yours earlier than you expected and would start working. You didn't stay around much, letting him do his job while you were probably working in the living room or any other part of the house whenever you didn't have to go to work per se. He tried making small talk during some of his breaks and since you didn't see any harm in it, you chatted briefly, that was how he'd learned what you did for a living, where you'd been after you left Austin, and stuff like that. He told you some things about his life, mostly about how it'd been the experience of raising a child on his own, but whenever he got near bringing up your past or trying to apologize, you'd cut up any kind of interaction with him. At the end of the day you and him had nothing but a professional relationship. He understood your reasons, and yet, he hoped you would find at least a small breach in your heart to let him in, he really hoped he could show you he was a better man now, that he could be suitable for you, and yet, you kept yourself all the way distant and protecting yourself from him.

So it became a very common scene to always escape from Joel, moving seats or rooms whenever he was around, you didn't know how else to act, what he expected from you. It wasn't like you were old buddies catching up after years in a long-distance relationship. And he always got displeased.

It was about the third week of working at your house, he asked if he could use your kitchen to have lunch, heating up the food he'd eat, you smiled at yourself as you were taken back by the memories of times where you would prepare him lunches and send it in his lunchbox, how you would worry about him being hungry so you would always make sure there was something fresh out of the oven for him to nibble on as soon as he got home from work and chuckled softly, shaking your head and excusing yourself. He'd thought you would at least have lunch next to him, but you weren't willing to do that at all, and that both pained and pissed him off.

"Would it kill you to spend time with me? Look at me? Or act like a human being instead of being all stiff like a robot whenever I'm around?" He asked, breaking the silence, you could see he was frustrated and that puzzled you to no end.

"What are you talking about, Joel?!"

"You don't talk to me, Y/N, I try making small talk, you don't answer me, you don't even look at me, suddenly I'm not worth your time? You're too good to even acknowledge I am next to you?"

"Do you really want to talk about not being worth someone's time? Really Joel? I thought you had grown up during all these years but I can see you are just the same shallow fuckboy who gets pissed off when you see I'm not crawling towards you…"

"Stop being unfair to me! All I'm trying to do is to show you I've changed, I am a better man, a better person, I'm not that same immature Joel you met so many years ago, I'm trying to make you see I'm a new man…" he went from angry to desperate, you took a step closer and looked into his eyes, not breaking the eye contact for one second.

"I know Joel, I know you've changed… you've grown into this hardworking man, this amazing father, I can see it, I hear it every time Sarah comes over, but you don't have to try too hard, it's not gonna change anything… You and I are two different people, we have nothing to do with each other anymore"

"You can't say that, I want you to see we could try it again, I still love you, Y/N!"

"Joel, we'll never try it again, the marks of your betrayal still linger here, all over me, forgetting you was the hardest thing I've ever done, and I don't want to ever feel it again. You don't love me, Joel. You love the idea of me, of picking up the shattered parts of your broken life and making it right, you love the thought of building up a family, of giving your daughter the mom she deserves, and it's all because it didn't work out with that woman. We both know it… if she hadn't left you wouldn't even be thinking of me" you looked down, trying to hold back a tear that insisted on falling, but failing at that matter. "I wasn't good enough to be by your side, to build a family with you, you can't just expect me to throw myself into your arms as if nothing had happened, what exactly do you think would happen between us in the first place? I'd be waiting for you every single night with dinner ready? Those days were over, Joel…" you sniffed and he sighed, placing his hand on his waist.

"Give me a chance, go on a date with me, please… before you say no, just think about it, of what we could have together… please! You don't have to answer me now, think about it and when I finish the job, you can tell me your answer"

•••

The following weeks were as normal as they could be; you hadn't told Joel yes but you hadn't told him no either and even if it pained you to admit it, you sometimes thought of his proposition. Sarah was still coming over, your bond was now stronger, you really liked each other and despite everything that happened, you were thankful Joel wasn't against your friendship. You two had agreed on not telling her anything about your shared past at the moment, but in case you two decided she needed to know it for whatever reason, Joel would be the one to tell her, it would only make sense. You also thought about his words and you decided to be nicer to him, actually stopping to talk to him, or having lunch next to him instead of rushing away as fast as you could and in retribution, he stopped with the feelings talk. The deadline was coming to an end, as your backyard remodeling was getting prettier and prettier each passing day. It was odd and awkward and you wanted to get things over with as soon as possible at the same time a strange fascination with watching Joel caught you. It was hard to explain, but when the final day came, when Joel and his assistant showed you the word ready and done, and after you paid them the large wage you owed them for the services, your ex-husband asked to talk to you. He had hope in his eyes, he was wearing his flannel, and he'd combed his hair a little, which made him look painfully handsome, your heart clenched. Even before he could say anything, you already had your answer. He stood in front of you, baffled at the fact you threw your arms around his body, pulling him for a hug. His hands locked around your waist, strong grip not wanting to let go, while you sank into his warmth. He was your old Joel, the one you'd loved so deeply and broke your heart, but nonetheless your Joel.

Taking your hand to his face, you stroked it gently, feeling his beard scratching your palm a little and you smiled "I forgive you, Joel… I don't know if you wanted my forgiveness or not, but I forgive you anyway, I don't resent you anymore, what's gone, it's gone and now we can only focus on our future. I know that if I tried looking for a space in my heart, I would find it a part that still keeps all the love I felt for you, but we've changed, for the best and that teaches us we should never make the same mistakes from the past, so you do understand why we can't go on this date, right? We can't be together, I'm sorry Joel, but you know it's true… I just need one last thing from you…"

You told him, leaning towards him and pecking his lips. After all that time, it still felt like your favorite place in the world, your heart raced the moment he groaned into your mouth and his hands tightened his dominating grip on you. It was quite pathetic how he still had the same effect over you and if he hadn't hurt you as much as he did and condemned you two to a relationship based on lack of trust, perhaps you could even consider trying again. Forgiving and forgetting were different things, whereas you didn't resent him anymore, you hadn't forgotten about how broken he left your heart. You would never be able to trust him again, always worrying he had found someone better like he did once, you couldn't do that to yourself, you loved yourself too much to go back to Joel Miller. That last kiss you cherished, you would keep it in your memories, but it wouldn't go further than that. You and Joel were done for years and nothing would convince you otherwise.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it 😭💔

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eggtartz · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request Draken, Haitani brothers, Hanma and Taiju like they're at a festival (or something like that) with 5"0 s/o and they just lose them? Thank you ♥

a/n : im screaming because im 5"2 so this is very self indulged 🧍

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draken (canon height 6"1)

he has planned to bring you to the mall for the weekends. what he failed to notice was how crowded the mall would be and how easy it was to lost you. the moment he has let your small figure go from his sight, he instantly lost you. you being short isn't helping either so with an advantage of him having heights more than everyone, he used it to find you incase something bad happens. although he isn't going to let that happen either way. "y/n! hell baby where did you go?!" he cupped your face while you stared at him. "ath the claw macshine!" you cheerfully replied while gesturing at the claw machine nearby, draken sighed and hugged you tight. "okay hold my hand okay? i can't lose you here"

rindou (canon height 5"8)

walking at the streets at roppongi was always difficult as every night the colourful area would always be packed with people. however having a leverage of having a boyfriend as a person that leads a pack there, you used it to walk safe and sound, not getting lost either. rindou and you had a date while his brother and his members were scattered around there. you went to the toilet to freshen up and take a leak without rindou's knowing because you thought it was going to be a second. boy were you wrong. "where are they?!" "i don't know rindou? maybe they went somewhere?" "look for them!" "gosh rindou y/n's so short we won't find them at this point" "SHUT UP ANIKII IM PANICKING" "oh what's wrong?" you came back at the sight of your boyfriend looking stressed and his brother who had hands on his hips. when the two of them saw you they sighed in relief and ran whispered to his member. the member then shouted "y/n has been found! you guys can stop searching now!" "you guys were searching for me?" "nevermind sweetheart. let's go, i saw pretty flowers there"

taiju (canon height 6"5)

taiju has noticed one of your habits if you two were in a date. which is to wander off to god knows where. so he always make sure that his hand is securely wrapped around yours so you won't wander off somewhere too far where he can't see you and even if you wandered, you'd be dragging him with you. but one day he forgot. the man had forgot to hold your hand because he saw this new, shiny television that peaked his interest. he was checking the quality, the audio and turned to asked you only to find you gone. well, shit. taiju cursed under his breath, ditched the television and went to find you around the store. it was looking for a damn pokemon or something because he looked down and never up. that was until he saw your short figure (although being short you had fast steps) he ran after you and hugged you from behind. "oh taiju? look at these flowers! i wanna grow them so our flowers at home won't be lonely" "you wandered off again, love" "oh did i? well, these flowers looks too pretty for me! let's buy one, hello may i ask how much is this?!" yeah, you were going to be the death of him. also going to be the cause of him having a neck sprain.

hanma (canon height 6"4)

hanma adored the height difference between you two, the man finding it cute although one thing that it was a pain to search for you if you're suddenly gone. you two were at a funfair and hanma on purpose had tied a balloon with a heart shaped on your wrist. you were holding his hand while your other hand hugged a teddy bear hanma won earlier. "shuji look! cotton candy!" "what colour do you want love i'll buy it for you" "hmm, blue!" "alright stay here" hanma walked around to get to the counter, so many people were there. when he came back, your figure was nowhere to be found but no worries! the balloon now works as a gps so he looks for a heart shaped balloon, pink coloured and saw one not too far. you were looking at some keychains when shuji kissed your cheek from behind making you giggle a bit. "your cotton candy" "mmf thankyou shuji, look keychains!" look forward to him tying floating stuff around your wrist so you can be spotted after this.

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Shopping Has Many Benefits

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, semi-public sex, lingerie, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, hand over mouth, wall sex, panties used as a gag

Word count: 1.4k

Kinktober Day 28: Lingerie

A/N: Finally Jason kinktober time! Jason love of my life I'd let you do anything you want I hope you know that.

"So why exactly are we going shopping?" Jason asked as he got lead through the mall by you.

"Because I want to get some new lingerie Jason." You watch as his eyebrow quirks up, "Some sexy lingerie." You smirk and peck his cheek, feeling Jason's cheeks stretch out in a smile.

His eyes fly across the shop sign above the door you pull him through. You both give a warm smile and wave to the employee who greets you with an equally warm smile. You tighten your arms around Jason's arm just a little.

"I know I'm a catch babe, especially in this top," He flexes his muscles, "but all anyone can do is look. You're the only one who ever gets to touch." He whispers against your cheek, "As for the lingerie, I like the ones you have now, besides I prefer you with nothing at all anyway."

"Oh I know. Don't worry you'll get to take it off later. After you help me pick it out that is." That he could do. That he could do very, very well. The waiting... not so much. Anything you picked out he loved on you, in fact by the fifth piece you could see him getting flustered and adjusting his pants, glancing around for people noticing. "How about this one? I think I like it the best."

There was barely anything covering you. Black and red lace panties and slightly small bra, with gaterbelts no less. It left absolutely nothing to Jason's imagination, not that he needed to use it much, he's already memorized every part of your body.

So it came as no surprise when he stood up and walked up to you in stride, his hands digging into your arms as his lips pressed firmly against yours and he walked you back into the changing room, closing and a little clumsily locking the door behind him.

You laughed as Jason broke the kiss, "I take it you like it as well. Maybe a bit too much." You glanced down at his prominent bulge.

"I do like it. Enough to do this." His hand made its way into the panties, passing your clit and sliding inside you, "Oh wow. You have to buy these now, they're already ruined. What were you doing here to get so wet?"

"Thinking about you." You answer without missing a beat.

It seemed that Jason liked that answer quite a bit if his hips pinning yours against the wall was anything to go by. That made it a little harder to finger you properly but you didn't mind the more shallow thrusts if you could feel his body against yours like this. But it didn't seam fair to you, that you were the only one having fun here.

"It'd be bad if you walked out of here like this." Your fingers find the zipper of his pants and pull it down, making Jason sigh against your ear in relief, "Is this all because you saw me trying out lingerie?"

"Yup. All this for you baby." He smirks and moves his cock closer to you, "You know... there's something I'd been wanting to try for a while if you're up to it, but you're gonna have to keep real quiet." There's a familiar sparkle in his eye, it lands him into trouble more often than not, however he has given you that look in the bedroom as well once or twice. And whenever he does it leads to mind-blowing orgasms. You spread your legs in a silent reply, "Good. Turn around, face the wall, hand on your mouth."

Apparently Jason deemed your pace to be too slow as the next thing you knew you were practically slammed against the wall. "Getting a little aggressive. I like it."

"Of course you would." With a brief kiss he shut you up long enough to take your panties halfway down your legs, "These look way better down there. And this will look a lot better with my cock in it." He swiped his thumb along your folds and unbuttoned his boxers, his cock now completely free and judging by the sounds he was making almost ready to be inside you.

Jason pumped his hand along his cock a few more times before spreading your thighs and rubbing his length over your wet pussy. The friction wasn't nearly enough to satisfied the ache between your legs so you did the only sensible thing you could have, you crossed them, enveloping Jason's cock in their softness.

"Oh, well we haven't done this in a while. You really want me to mark you up huh? You wanna wear my cum like you wear that lingerie? You'll look just as pretty with it babe." Jason reached over to your panties, "You already took these off and since you can't seem to follow orders right now I'll have to do this myself."

"What- mnph!" Jason folded your panties into a ball and stuffed them in your mouth, very effectively muffling your moans in the process. He kept a finger hooked on them while his palm cupped your jaw, just in case he needed to remove them quickly.

"Getting caught with my pants down is not what I want on my list of crimes. I have a reputation to keep you know." He smiles into your neck as he stars to drag his cock back and forth between your thighs, "Unless you wanna get us caught?" A shiver ran down your spine at the thought. Being seen with Jason desperately rutting against you like this, one pair of panties down your legs and another one used as a gag because you couldn't hold back your slutty moaning, it's a fantasy you didn't know you had.

Your hand reaches for Jason's and guides it between your legs both of you pressing onto your clit at varying speeds and pressure. It makes your head spin. The hot sensation of his dick twitching and leaving white trails of cum down your legs is too much to resist not seeing. When you bend your head down all you see his your two hands and the red tip of Jason's cock going back and forth, being squished by your thighs, dripping cum into the fabric of the lacy panties you picked out.

"Bite down on these for me." He growls into your ear as you feel his hands leave your mouth and clit in order to grab your wrists and pull your hands back. His thrusts get more and more frantic, his breathing quicker as he smacks into you from behind. One well angled thrust sends the tip of his cock sliding directly over your stiff clit and you feel yourself exploding.

"Jason!" You scream against the fabric, "Oh god!" You would fall forward if not for Jason keeping a firm hold on your wrists still even as he himself begins to come. He doesn't stop, cum getting across your stomach, the cups of the bra, your thighs and drops hitting the panties pulled down between your legs.

"T-Turn..." Jason exhales in a shaky voice, his hands smoothing over your wrists then your hips and then your shoulders before he slowly pulls away from you, "Turn around babe, I wanna see you."

Even as you do so you can stand anymore, instead opting to sit on the small stool in the corner of the dressing room. Jason removes the panties from your mouth, finally letting you breathe properly. His cum drips down your front and over your cunt. He can't help the smug grin that stretches across his face.

"Knew you'd look good. How do you feel?" He asks cupping your cheek.

"Sexy." You reply with an equally smug smile. To be able to make Jason this horny, you knew the lingerie was the right choice. "But dirty."

"Then lets go home and get you all cleaned up shall we." It was easier said than done, you had to get dressed and wipe away the evidence of your lusts, which only got you more odd looks when you walked out. No one came looking so it's safe to assume they didn't hear anything, probably just thought it was a young couple riling each other up. "We'll buy this one." Jason announced a little too loudly for everyone to hear. He might be a superhero but he really needs to work on his subtlety.

Perhaps you could teach him sometime, using methods you already know him to be fond of.

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Todays thoughts!

Wangxian meeting at the mall, single mom wwx shopping for some clothes with his little radish.

Wei Ying had gone to the mall cause he needed to buy a nice outfit for a date he did not want to go to, but of course his shijie was the one to set it up for him. Something about being time for him to put himself out there, find someone to take care of him as much as he takes care of his son. He, of course, insisted that he was fine fairing on his own. If anything, the reason why Wei Ying didn't want to date at all is more of finding someone that would put the same love and dedication to A-Yuan as he does.

And he knows, from experience, that's hard if not impossible to find.

So cut to a very stressed and distracted Wei Ying looking through clothes while his son played hide and seek in the racks of clothes. He'd been making sure to see A-Yuan popping his head out through the clothesline with a bright smile that matches his own, every so often calling out to him if he noticed he was taking too long to pop out. At least one of them was having fun. This was the third clothing store he visited, and the frustration of not finding anything remotely nice, or something that matched his style, was taking its toll. At the end, he sighs with exasperation. He'll just have to call his sister and tell her that he's sick, or something.

"A-Yuan, come out. We're leaving." There's no response, "A-Yuan, did you hear me?"

His brows dip with concern, it did get too quiet at some point. The giggling and the scraping of the hangers had come to a stop without him noticing. "Mister, if you're playing a joke on your poor A-Niang we won't get ice cream." He mumbles as he looks through the rack, moving the clothes around in mild panic. A-Yuan is nowhere to be found.

Wei Ying is practically panicking at this point, frantically searching for his son, practically yelling his name. He's on the verge of tears as he passes the rows and rows of racks and fixtures. All logic and reason are thrown out the window. There's no way.. there's no way he lost A-Yuan. He's always paid attention, always told him to stay by his side no matter what. What the hell is he going to do? The worst scenarios start crossing through his mind, but he keeps searching. A-Yuan knows to stay put if he ever gets separated from Wei Ying, he knows to not talk to strangers but he's only a toddler. Anything can happen.

“A-Yuan! Where are you?!” Wei Ying calls as he jogs through the store.

~~~~

Cut to A-Yuan staring wide eye at a tall guy with honey eyes. They're both having a staring contest at this point. That’s not his A-Nian, A-Yuan thinks to himself.

"Hello?" Lan Zhan says with caution. When did this child get here?

The child pursed his lips, slowly retreating into the rack with blue sweaters he was browsing through. "I-I’m not supposed to talk to strangers."

Lan Zhan blinks, staying quiet before nodding in approval. The toddler's parents are smart. He should probably alert security, he looks around in search of security or a staff member. As soon as he spots someone, he starts to walk away to try and get their attention but a small hand takes a tight grip on his light cream trousers.

"W-Wait! Mister— My a-niang told me to stay put if I ever get separated... A-niang will find me soon. Please, don't go."

Scared pleading eyes stare at him, the man seems to think through it for a moment. The smart thing to do would be to report the missing child. But at the same time, he's not sure how he would handle the situation if the toddler were to start crying.

"Alright.” He agrees with a nod. Though, the toddler doesn't let go of his trousers for a moment. At least he looks somewhat more calm. "We'll wait for your mother together."

Not a moment later, Wei Ying runs past them, yelling A-Yuan's name. At first, Lan Zhan looks at him with confusion. The child didn't say anything about his dad looking for him, so instinctively he shields and conceals the toddler. You can never be too safe, he knows people can put any sort of act just to take a child away. However, the toddler scrambled past Lan Zhan's legs and shouts, “A-Niang!"

Wei Ying skids to a stop, whipping his head towards the sound of his son's voice. Relief floods through his body as he falls to his knees and hugs his toddler, so glad that he's safe and sound. At first he doesn't notice the man who had stayed with his son because he's too busy peppering kisses to A-Yuan's chubby cheeks and mumbling "Don't ever scare me like that again!" And “We've talked about this, don't leave my side."

While this exchange is happening, Lan Zhan Is just thinking. The man... that drop dead gorgeous man was the toddler's mother?

A-Yuan clings to Wei Ying's neck, rubbing his face on his cheek, “A-Yuan is sorry, A-niang. Please don't be mad."

The puppy eyes win Wei Ying over and he can't be mad anymore. Silver eyes quickly scan his child, making sure there’s no injuries. He hugs his little radish once more, only then is when he notices the man watching the whole scene, and he can tell he's kinda not knowing what to do with himself.

"Um... can I help you?" Wei Ying asks a little defensive while hugging his son closer.

Before the man can utter an answer, A-Yuan beams with excitement. “That gege helped A-Yuan wait for A-niang!"

“Oh. Is that so?" He says, silver eyes softening and shoulders letting the tension leave.

"Mn. My name is Lan Zhan." He introduced himself and woah, how could Wei Ying not notice how handsome this man was.

“Thank you, Lan Zhan, for keeping an eye on my son. I really don't know how to repay you…”

"A-niang, is this the gege you're meeting later?" The toddler looked at Lan Zhan with hopeful eyes. "Gege taking my a-niang to dinner?"

Wei Ying quickly gets all embarrassed, cheeks flushed red like the ribbon holding his long hair in a ponytail. “Aiya, aiya! Stop bothering the nice gege! I'm sure he has many things to do."

"But!” A-Yuan begins to protest with a pout.

"No buts." Wei Ying picks A-Yuan in his arms, letting some of his weight rest on his hip. Silver eyes meet honey ones. “Thank you, again. I-I gotta get going."

And Lan Zhan can only watch the pair walking away, saying something about "I told you to call me a-niang at home and baba out here." And "I'm never leaving you out of my sight again. You gave me a heart attack.”

He’s sure he hears the child, A-Yuan, mumble “But I like that gege…”

Lan Zhan turns around, shaking his head before continuing his shopping. His chest aches a bit cause he just met the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on... It's childish, but he can't help but quietly sulk because he was in fact thinking of asking him out but... it looks like someone had beaten him to it. Wait, he didn't even get his name. He sulks even more.

~~~~~

Back in Wei Ying's home, he was getting ready for his date. It shouldn't be too late to cancel, right?

“You look dashing!” His sister compliments with a soft clap. “Come now, don’t make that face.”

“Jie, I don’t know this man… What if he doesn’t like A-Yuan? What if he’s secretly an asshole?” Anxiety was clear in his voice, though it was quickly soothed when Jiang Yanli walked over and fixed the collar of his burgundy button up.

“You doubt your A-Jie will pick a good man for you?” She teases with a thin eyebrow raising in question.

“Not you… I don’t trust A-Sang.” He side-eyes his friend, who is sitting on the couch making faces to his baby nephew. “Are you sure it’s not too late to cancel?”

“A-Ying, you need this. I promise it’ll be good for you.” His sister reassures, gently patting his shoulders. She smiles softly at her younger brother. “I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.” He reassures her

She chuckles, patting the top of his hand. “You know what I mean. YingYing, are you sure you don’t want me to watch over A-Yuan?”

“Nuh-huh, if I’m meeting this guy then he’s meeting a-yuan too. If he doesn’t love him then I won’t even give him a chance!”

“A-Ying.”

“I’ve made up my mind, Jie. Now, tell me A-Yuan doesn’t look like the most adorable gentleman you’ve ever seen.” Wei Ying coos as his son walks into the living room wearing a t-shirt with the print of a tuxedo. He picks him up and peppers his cheeks with many kisses.

Soon, they’re both arriving at the restaurant. At least the guy he’s meeting has good taste. Before they step in, Wei Ying sets down his son, going through the motions of fixing his clothes. “If you don’t like the guy, we’ll leave as soon as you want, okay? No one can pull my attention from my little radish.”

A-Yuan nods, and with that they both walked into the bustling restaurant. Wei Ying couldn’t help but to feel irritated at bit his sister and best friend. What the hell did Nei Huaisang mean that I’ll know when I see him? Would’ve been better if he just showed me a picture. He thinks to himself while rolling his eyes. Though, he couldn’t deny he was extremely nervous to meet this mystery guy that he had been set up with.

“A-Niang, look! It’s the nice gege from earlier!”

Wei Ying is quick to follow his son’s line of sight, and there he was. Lan Zhan sat at a tsks closer to the window, dressed up in a light blue suit with a light cream shirt. He knew Lan Zhan was handsome, but to see him in a suit? How the sleeves seemed hug his arms just tight enough to let you know the man works out. Before he knew it, Wei Ying was being tugged towards Lan Zhan’s table. “Hey, hey! Baobei let’s not bother the nice gege, he’s probably waiting for someone.” He tried to whisper, tugging his son the other way but they were already spotted.

“Gege! Hi gege!” A-Yuan chimes as Lan Zhan stands from his chair. Was he always this tall?

“Hi, Lan Zhan. What a coincidence! A-Are you here by yourself, or…”

He can see golden eyes scanning him up and down before landing back on his face. He can’t help but shift in place at the intensity of Lan Zhan’s gaze. “I am waiting for someone.” Lan Zhan responds quietly, gaze still on Wei Ying.

“Oh… Me too!” He’s quick to add before chuckling, “Well, you already knew that… A-Are you waiting for a date?”

Lan Zhan seems to consider his answer, and Wei Ying can’t help but to find it amusing at how deflated and defeated the other looks when he responds with a quiet “Yes.”

Wei Ying laughs once more, “Not really looking forward to it? I get it, my sister and best friend set me up for mine. I don’t even know who I’m supposed to meet! Can you believe they refused to give me his name? Or even show me a picture? They really took the definition of ‘blind date’ way too serious.”

Lan Zhan stares at him wide eye, and for a moment Wei Ying thinks he said something wrong. “No offense to whoever you’re meeting, of course! I bet they’re—“

“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan takes a step closer towards him, but he doesn’t see himself taking a step back.

Brows furrow, “Yeah? Do… Do I have something on my face?”

“I’m meeting with Wei Ying… You are Wei Ying.”

The father can only look at the other in bewilderment, was… was Lan Zhan his blind date? No, this was to good to be true. A guy like Lan Zhan… he could have anyone, the man looked like a god! “Who set you up?” He decided to ask, if he’s says ut was Nei Huaisang then he really was having a date with Lan Zhan. There were no other Wei Ying’s around, not that he knows of.

Wei Ying can tell Lan Zhan is having the same train of thought. “My brother… He was convinced by a family friend that I should… attempt to meet new people.”

“Was it Nie Huaisang? Oh my god! That asshole set everything up!” Wei Ying exclaims once Lan Zhan confirms his suspicions, hands brushing the already messy bangs from his face, a loud laugh echoing through the restaurant. He winced, tho, when people enjoying their food shoot a glare at him. “I can’t believe this…Wait, if you knew my name, why didn’t you say anything earlier.”

Lan Zhan pressed his lips together before answering. “You did not give me your name.”

“Oh— I… Huh, I was really distracted. It would’ve made things easier for the both of us, huh?” Wei Ying smiles at him. “Well… mind if we join you, then? My treat, since you were my hero earlier and I must repay your kindness and patience!”

“Are we having dinner with the nice gege??” A-Yuan suddenly chimes, wide eyes darting between the two adults. Wei Ying smiles as he ruffles his hair.

“We sure are!”

“I knew it! The Nice gege is taking my a-niang for dinner!” The toddler soon clings to Lan Zhan’s leg, which caught him off guard.

“Aiya, A-Yuan! Where are your manners?” Wei Ying chides playfully, attempting to pull his son back to his side.

“I do not mind.” Lan Zhan responds with a smile ghosting over his lips.

The three of them sit at the table. Wei Ying talks away about anything and everything, and Lan Zhan pays full attention to every single word, attention unflinching. It especially melts his heart when Lan Zhan gives the same type of attention to A-Yuan, listening with much seriousness to all the stories he has to tell. He looks at both of them with so much fondness that he feels his heart bursting at the seams. Yeah… it was good he decided to not cancel the date.

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ʚïɞ — gift giving with enhypen.

pairing. ot7 x gn!reader

genre. fluff, hcs

wc. 1.8k

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ʚɞ. lee heeseung — 이희승

handwritten cards

it's such a lovely thing, you can't help but laugh out of happiness every time you get another one of heeseung's handwritten cards. you think it's silly (obviously in a loving and positive way) every time you open the card and see that there's a block of handwritten text dedicated to you. you think it's silly until you read heeseung's short love poems for you at the end, and you can feel your heart doing literal backflips. either he has a way with words, or you're just insanely and hopelessly in love with him (probably both). most of the time, though (more like always), he insists you read them when he's not there - which you can understand, and therefore do. the only problem with it is that, once you're done, you can't kiss or hug him like you desperately want to every time. and well, heeseung's only problem is that, no matter how insanely beautifully he writes those texts for you, and how much he pours his heart into it, he knows there won't ever be a word to do his love for you justice. hell, there will never even be anything that comes close to putting how much he loves you into words. that's probably why he takes his time with the cards too - he wants them to be perfect, knowing you keep and reread every single one over time. and every time you intimately kiss him without saying a word as a really heartfelt thank you, he feels like writing them for you until the day he dies.

ʚɞ. park jongseong — 박종성

jewelry

from necklaces, to earrings, bracelets and rings - after a while, you almost lost count as to how many things jay has gifted you by now. you love jewelry; even more when it's something jay bought you. some people would find it rather too materialistic and simple, but for you, it's like you're wearing a tiny reminder that jay loves you - no matter what kind of jewelry you put on that day. especially when you know how picky he can get, only wanting the best things for his love; so he often takes his time when choosing what to buy you. and because they're quite on the expensive side, you always try to make sure you're taking care of them well; just looking at the way you put them in your jewelry box in the neatest way possible so they won't get tangled up alone. you try your best to take care of them, despite wearing something out of your little collection basically everyday. and with time, you eventually learned to stop feeling bad about how expensive these things must be - knowing jay would literally give you the world and more if he could. although sometimes you still feel a tad bit bad, you just appreciate every yet so tiny piece he gives you so much. jay absolutely loves seeing you wear whatever jewelry he got you one day, as it brings a tiny smile to his face that he tries to hide every time.

ʚɞ. sim jaeyun — 심쟤윤

clothes

usually, you'd go shopping together at any given chance. but when jake is at the mall by himself and quickly (mostly randomly) goes into some stores and does end up buying clothes, he finds himself buying clothes he thinks would look good on you as well, or just clothes you'd probably like and wear regularly. technically, it's (probably) not a 'classic' gift for many people; but as you both share a big interest in fashion and definitely influence each other's style in a way, you'd go as far as seeing the clothes he buys for you specifically as unspoken gifts every now and then. and well, like nine out of ten times, the things he buys actually end up in your closet (like the rest of the clothes you bought together, or he simply bought for you). jake absolutely loves seeing you wear the things he bought you - and it's hard for you to not notice that, with the way a big smile forms on his face when he sees what you're wearing. and without denying, you love it just as much, possibly even more. it's something so simple, and maybe rather small to other people, but you two always have and will cherish it.

ʚɞ. park sunghoon — 박성훈

flowers

it's the classic gesture, but that definitely doesn't make any flower sunghoon brings home to you any less special. it started with - and also still is - most of the time a whole bouquet of flowers, where he (most likely) handpicked which flowers would go in the bouquet to make it perfect. or at least as perfect as possible, according to himself. from classic roses and peonies, to colorful lilies, tulips, pink carnations, dahlias and so many more - you've seen them all, and you've seen them in every color there is. however, when it's not a bouquet, it's something simple like a few flowers he picked up on the way home. like, literally, just a tiny set of random flowers he thought you'd like and therefore keep - because after a while, he realized that he doesn't need to go all out with big bouquets all the time, but small things like four to five small flowers would make your heart flutter, too. a few daisies and verbenas or whatever else there might be on the way home are enough, he realized. it's the simple fact that he takes time out of his day to put together a bouquet of flowers just for you, or simply stops on his way home to pick some up because you crossed his mind once again. and, really; you grew to love flowers because of it. every single one you see now reminds you of sunghoon, and all the countless times he walked through the door with at least one flower for you. there won't ever be a day where a smile won't grace your face instantly when sunghoon, yet again, walks through the door with another flower or a whole bouquet as a surprise for you.

ʚɞ. kim sunoo — 김선우

beaded jewelry

surely, you would have a collection with the amount of beaded pieces of jewelry sunoo has given you over time. whether it be necklaces, bracelets, or even rings - he made sure to cover everything, so you'd have quite the collection! sunoo loves to wear his own beaded jewelry whenever he gets the chance to, but nothing compares to the feeling and smile on his face when he sees you wear it. especially when (weirdly enough) it's not even outside, - although, he must admit, he absolutely loves when you wear it outside too - but rather when you just wear one/a few pieces casually and on the daily, barely ever taking it/them off; even if you're just home during that time. he knows what you like, so he simply puts your favourite color/s together, colors that he knows would go well with your wardrobe or simply color that are easy to style with any outfit. and you can trust him that whatever he makes, will look insanely good - perfect, even. hell, if you didn't know any better, you'd think he's been doing it for years and might even sell them. but imagine your major surprise when he told you that it's 'just' one of his dearest hobbies. and the look in your eyes, when he added that he felt like sharing it with you.

ʚɞ. yang jungwon — 양정원

buying matching items

whatever he buys, he will look for a matching piece to it. not something too obvious, though. nothing that screams that you two are a couple, but rather something vague, and simple. most of the time even something small; like if he finds a bracelet he likes, he looks for the same one, but just in a different color (possibly your favorite), so that you could have something small to match with. it can be jewelry, a keychain, a cute charm, or even something as silly as vaguely matching pajamas - mostly wearable stuff. whether it be worn outside or only at home, jungwon doesn't miss an opportunity to buy something that matches somehow. and of course, you can't help but smile with him when he shows you what he got - for both of you. it's cute, really, and you both always agree to keep the two items in the same place, so you definitely won't lose your matching piece. and you especially love it when, like nine out of ten times, you decide to wear whatever you have on the same day; so you can, even when you're not together, still match with at least one item that no one else will even notice. and maybe that's also what makes it special; it's really vague stuff, so nobody else would ever know or guess, but you both know that although you're not together that day, you have something that still connects you.

ʚɞ. nishimura riki — 西村力

self made things

when riki gifts you something self made, best bet he will get creative as hell with it. while he could quite literally gift you a piece of paper with a heart on it (and you'd probably frame it), he tends to take his time to really make something out of it. most of the time it's paintings (whether it be somewhat big or smaller ones), which is already insane to you, considering he's really just talented like that. what you always like about his paintings, - beside the fact that they look like they're straight out of a museum every time - are the details and how much thought he put into it; always explaining each and every detail from his initial inspiration to verbally guiding you through his thought process. the way you always switch between admiring the artwork and him while he's explaining it all to you might be the reason why he keeps doing it, but he'd never tell you that with words - his art speaks enough. however, it can also be something small, yet still thoughtful and creative, like origami - which you ended up loving, so he kinda stuck with it. and god, riki thought his first origami looked so unbelievably tacky, but he still decided to gift it to you (recalling how you'd literally keep and frame a piece of paper with a heart on it, mind you); he figured you'd still like it. yet when he saw your eyes light up at the, according to him, 'tacky' origami flower, a huge smile graced his face and he fell in love all over again. the paper flower looked literally perfect to you, and you were convinced that he couldn't get any better than that - but hell, he did; which still leaves you speechless every time. from all kinds of flowers, to several colorful butterflies, your favorite animals, different sized hearts and whatever else he could make after watching a million tutorials. you had already admired him in every way possible, but whenever he stands in your door frame with another creative, self made gift for you, you simply find yourself at a loss for words - while admiring both, riki and the artwork in his hands, which he's showing you so proudly with a smile on his face.

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 4 months

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It was only supposed to be a one-night stand (part 5)

Tw: sexual content, self harm, yandere stuff

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Part 6

Your touch snapped Montgomery out of his trance-like state. He looks nervous.

"H-have you found something you liked?" He stammered, his hands going to his pockets where his ratty wallet rested.

You shook your head and told him you wanted to go somewhere else. He was surprised and confused, asking what was wrong.

You said that you wanted to go to a nearby park instead, forget the car, the two of you could get there on foot.

He stared at you dumbfounded, but his attention was taken by someone squealing in joy because their partner gave them an exquisite box of chocolates and a new bag. They're filming their reactions with their phone. You can see his self-esteem plummeting down to hell.

You had to drag him by the sleeve, he stumbled a bit before finding his footing.

His fingers are intertwined with yours as you cross the busy street, your eyes are looking forward with the main motive of getting to the other side before the lights turn red.

Whereas Montgomery has his eyes darting everywhere, he looks overwhelmed and overstimulated having to brush shoulders with all walks of life. He must be used to using his car to get to anywhere in this city.

You brought him to the nearest unoccupied bench. Pulling him down to sit with you.

The park isn't as crowded, it's still lively; with joggers, parents pushing their children on the swing, boys and girls throwing things for their dogs to fetch and the occasional cyclist whizzing past the both of you.

It brought such a visible change to Montgomery, he's a lot more relaxed and relieved. He enjoyed the sunrays hitting his face, unlike the cold, artificial lights illuminating the shopping centre. The air is fresh and not stale and perfumed, he is much more in his element.

You sat with him in silence. He does not say a word and neither did you.

But you had to tell him what you had to say. You assured him that although it is common to see other men spoiling their partners in a much more extravagant way, and how the people here carry themselves high, it doesn't mean you don't appreciate him. Montgomery is enough as he is, he's doing so well and you're grateful to have him around.

He kept his lips sealed. His shaggy hair covers his eyes, not revealing anything to you as he looks forward.

You felt a little hungry. So you stood up to try and find something to eat.

But Montgomery grabbed you by the wrist and forcefully pulled you into his lap. You felt the air knock itself out of you as he squeezed your smaller frame with his strong arms. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and sobbed. Sniffles reached your ears and soon you felt wetness on your shoulder.

"I'm not from here. I don't fit in." He whimpered. "I didn't want to disappoint you."

He hiccuped. "You mean so much to me... I just didn't want to disappoint you..." He repeated. "I was trying to be the best man for you, but I-I couldn't do that if everyone around me was so much better. I was trying to be like them, I was trying to fit in, I was-"

You stopped him from spiralling out of control. You told him that he's fine the way he is and you see him as a wonderful boyfriend. He doesn't need to be like the richer population he sees in malls, he is more than good enough for you.

He held you tighter, you had to pat his back to signal that he was hurting you.

"I love you. I love you so much. I don't know what I would do if I lose you." He mumbled. You're clawing at his arms, desperately trying to get him to loosen his death grip. "You're my everything..."

A sudden whack to his head brought him back to his senses, as you managed to fling your shoe against his head. He released you and you stumbled out of his lap, gasping for air. He looked horrified, Montgomery shot up from his seat and apologized non-stop as he tried to gently hold you and help find your balance.

Once everything was settled, you continued sitting on the bench with Montgomery by your side. Staring at nothing in particular as you enjoy the peace and silence between you and him. His larger hand encased yours, thumb asserting mild pressure to your palm and knuckles to massage them.

You stood up and pulled your hand out of his. Montgomery had a panicked look on his face as he tried to grab it again.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.

You shook your head and said you wanted to get something to eat. He released the tension in his shoulders and stood up as well. Montgomery intertwined his fingers with yours and stood closer to you. He brushed stray strands of hair away from your face before kissing your forehead.

"There is a hotdog stand nearby. But... You don't like hotdogs, do you?"

You shrugged and said that you're flexible. Whether you like hotdogs or not, it is the closest and cheapest option. Given that you already blasted numerous holes into his wallet, might as well go for it.

His eyes lit up as he began to lead the way, preferring to wrap his arm around your waist instead.

A couple weeks gone by since that talk and Montgomery is glowing with glee and excitement. He became more talkative and comfortable enough to let his real accent reemerge, taking on a drawl and calling hotdogs, 'Hotdawgs'.

Winter is in a spitting distance away, he's using the money he saved for the trip preparation after you chastised him not to buy you too many gifts, especially the roses. It's not like you could eat them anyway, even if you did, they tasted horrible. Montgomery still bought you a bouquet once a week, now just a bit cheaper. He feels horrible for not being able to spoil you, however, you had to remind him that he should be saving up.

You helped him budget, and taught him how to cook something simple; scrambled and sunny-side-up eggs, he now knows how to cook rice using a pot. It was hard, he was struggling to get a grasp of how the electric induction stove worked. But he got there eventually and would make egg-fried rice in bulk.

You don't know how he does it. But he eats the same thing three times a day, seven times a week. He never gets bored of it and he never got a clogged artery, Montgomery used so much oil that he had to replace a bottle fortnightly. His wallet is quadrupling in size, though.

You tried your best to cook when he's not looking. Because he gets extremely guilty seeing you 'toil away' in the kitchen, he would end up ordering takeout for you and him. You would scold him for wasting money when groceries are already bought and food is already cooked, he would whine about how he doesn't want to see the love of his life sacrificing time and energy in the kitchen when you could be relaxing from your stressful job instead.

He doesn't get the concept of cooking as a hobby, or that cooking isn't torturous to some. So, when you're cooking, the door to the kitchen is shut and locked. The walls are quite thick, so Montgomery wouldn't hear you pick up a frying pan.

A habit that is notoriously hard for him to kick is: buying you takeout for lunch. He still visits your workplace to bring you lunch, definitely not his oil-drenched egg fried rice, something nicer and pricier. So, being the good Samaritan you are, you only accept the dish that hurts his pockets the least, reject all others no matter how tantalizing.

You would take a couple of bites before declaring that you're full, leaving Montgomery to become your personal garbage disposal. You definitely snuck back to your cubical to eat your own packed lunch or takeaway.

He certainly gets creative with his pet names. And they're all very... southern.

"Mornin', gorgeous." Paired with a brief kiss on the lips would be a standard greeting from him. Montgomery tends to call you "Sweetheart" in front of others, "darlin'" or "Sugar" when you are alone with him in the day, but "honey" or "precious" at night. You asked him what's with the different names for their respective environments. He was confused, not understanding what you meant. Looks like he's just doing this out of instinct.

You appreciate that he fixes things around the house. You get to save hundreds of dollars in maintenance and you get to have it done immediately. Montgomery never complained, quite the contrary, he seemed to enjoy doing menial tasks like these around the house.

He's much more assertive than before in the bedroom, but he's a good man, knowing when to back off instantly. Montgomery would try to arouse you by roaming his hands under your clothes, kissing you from your jaw down to the base of your neck. If you reciprocate, he will proceed with the lovemaking.

If you stay still, he would become insecure and ask if he did anything wrong or if he smells. Just tell him that you're not in the mood, he will sulk for a bit, thinking that there's something wrong with him. He thinks that you're just being nice by making up some valid-sounding excuse.

He will leave you alone until you initiate some affection. He wouldn't go on unless you're 100% on board, which means you have to play along in some way, even if that means just leaning a bit more into him.

If you harshly shove him away and leave the scene, he will beat himself up all day and splurge on a gift for you. Montgomery would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness for whatever transgressions he committed against you. He doesn't take well to rejection, drinking himself to death while sobbing and yearning for your love. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, Montgomery doesn't get why you're so cruel to him, but he thinks that he deserved it somehow.

But that doesn't mean he can accept that you're barring him from loving you up, so he would try everything in the book to get you to be kind to him again. Even if it means slicing his wrist open right before your eyes.

So you quickly learn to reject him gently. You wouldn't want a boozy, crying, puking and bleeding Montgomery on your couch.

All in all, life with your fling-turned-serious boyfriend isn't too bad. Sure, he isn't the most confident, or the richest, or the most charming, or the smartest, or the most emotionally stable... but he still is at least decent.

However, a pit of dread is growing in your stomach. For some reason, you felt uneasy with the fact that you're going to meet the family of the man that's currently eating you out or sucking you off.

You wrap your legs around his head as he feverishly jerks himself off, tongue lapping at your sex. Meanwhile, you're lying on your back and staring at the ceiling, pondering about what his parents are like. What his siblings are like.

You don't know why, but you just don't feel great about the decision to come with him.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc Montgomery #tw smut #tw self destruction

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scintillyyy · 6 months

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so let's convoluted make some people alive again (even though they're probably/definitely dead):

so we have dana winters, tim's stepmom, who was having a sadness episode when bludhaven went kablooie. probably died, because tim and alfred never mentioned her again. but wait! shortly before chemo got dropped on bludhaven, she actually wandered away from the hospital--they were about to call a code when things went majorly south and they were suddenly all hands on deck and she just got lost in the shuffle, okay?--and was out in the forest surrounding the city when the ground shook from the explosion and a tree branch landed on her head. disoriented and confused and bleeding from her head injury, she stumbles around and misses seeing the hole in the ground in front of her. she falls in.

and falls and falls and falls and falls until she falls into a portal and...

she lands in ~skartaris~ dun dun dunnnnn

now obviously she is quite scared and is probably in some area with dinosaurs, so she snaps out of her sadness episode real quick when she has to start running and screaming for her life. she's cornerned and facing her impending doom when the carnivore after her gets shot by some bolt. who is her savior, you ask? why it's a mysterious woman with a crossbow. who could it possibly be? my god, is it....

janet drake?!?!

but what!! she's dead. her black lantern body rose during blackest night, right?

or did it? because, as it turns out, the woman who died in haiti with jack 4 years that we thought was janet...

was actually her evil identical twin sister catherine!! you see, a few months before haiti janet found out her soon to be ex-husband was having an affair with her estranged sister. she went to confront her sister and her husband to show them she knew (she was going to squeeze every last penny out of jack if it killed her) and in the ensuing argument she got thrown from the hotel balcony into the sea below, never to be seen again. afraid of the consequences, jack and catherine decided that they would hide the murder and catherine would assume her sister's identity and jack and "janet" would stay happily married. her previously happy affair with jack was no longer happy, however, as they start fighting more and more, paranoid that the other was going to sell them out for the murder. jack and "janet" are fighting again. nobody questions that, that's status quo.

janet was not murdered, however! before she could hit the water she was teleported to the magic realm of skartaris where she's been stuck for the past 4 years, learning how to fight and survive in that cutthroat world. she was out for her usual patrol, killing slave traders, when she happened upon a woman getting chased by a dinosaur. "come back to my cottage" she says "i'll patch you up". they get to talking and wow, they're both from gotham! dana's all "my husband died. i just feel bad for my stepson, tim. he's going to wonder what happened to me." "we have so much in common," janet says. "my son is named tim too".

"wow" dana says five minutes later. "i can't believe i was married to such an asshole." "right??" says janet. "such a motherfucker." anyways janet patches up dana and teaches her how to survive in the world of skartaris. janet has her crossbow, dana a spear. there's homoerotic tension. they fall in love. "we really should find a way out of here to get back to tim" they agree, laying together under the stars one night. "now that dana is healed". so they do. this is probably a good thing for tim overall, but he wishes dana would stop trying to barter for lower prices at the mall with her spear.

#dana winters #janet drake #jack's deader than a doornail though. tragic. (not)

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feelbokkie · 1 year

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Random dates with BF!SKZ

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: nauseating amount of fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: Random dates you would go on with BF!SKZ

pairing: bf!skz x reader

warnings: mention of drinking

word count: 1,348

방 찬 (Bang Chan)

Card Sleeving

You cannot tell me that this man did not collect Pokémon cards at some point in his life

I feel like he would just keep them in a box somewhere

It wasn't supposed to be a date originally

He just asked if you had any plans for the next day and you told him you had to sleeve and put your pcs in a binder bc your collection was also in a box somewhere

So he said he would come over to help you

He just wanted to spend time with you

He loves spending time with you, he doesn't care what you two do

And you remember finding a box of his pokemon cards when you were over one time

💡

You snuck over while he was still at the company and stole his Pokémon cards

Sat there and counted all of them before going out to buy binders and the appropriate sleeves

Along with a few new packs of cards

Set everything up the next day before he came over: the show you two were watching was queued and ready to go, supplies on the table, and wine chilling in the fridge

Chan said he would bring lunch

"Here, I grabbed you some more cards from the office." "I have a surprise for you too!"

Is surprised and touched

And excited

You two spend the rest of the night organizing your respective collections

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho)

Couple's Cooking Class

You mentioned once that you wanted to go to a cooking class and he suggested that you two go to one together

You said yes because you love helping him out in the kitchen

You bought matching aprons for the class

Thought it would be easy since Minho knows how to cook already

Boy, were you wrong

Turned into a menace in the kitchen

You didn't mind, you were having fun

You two made a mess in that kitchen

Pretty sure the instructor was just waiting for you two to set the whole building on fire

Somehow didn't

Manages to out cook the 3 star Michelin chef

"This was fun but I can teach you how to cook if you're serious about learning."

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin)

Buy Stuff For Each Other (Idk what else to call it)

It was a trend a couple of years ago where couples would go to Target and seperate, buying things for their partners following a prompt to see how well they know them

You'd take it one step further and do the challenge at a mall

You would set a budget specifically for him because you know he would just go overboard and buy expensive things like a Cartier bracelet

He will still go over the budget and try to say it was on sale

He is bouncing from joy on his way back to the dorm

"I'm hungry, should we order each other food too? We can have it delivered so it'll be ready by the time we get home." "I'm dating a genius."

He went overboard with his shopping

You should have known better, he goes crazy when it comes to spoiling you

Is ecstatic with the things you bought him

"Wow, my baby knows me so well!" "Bin--" "I'm going to show the guys! They're going to be so jealous."

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin)

Comedy Show

He's always laughing so it's perfect

He insists on sitting in the front

"Jinnie, we can't sit in the front." "Why not?" "Crowd work." "That's exactly why I want to." "Did you forget who you were in the last few minutes?" "What?" "You're an idol." ."..I'll make up a fake job if I get asked." "What if the comic recognizes you." "We lie."

You two ended up sitting up front

Luckily, nobody in the audience recognized him

The waiter who brought your food might have, but they didn't make a big thing of it

You eventually get called on for crowd work because of how much Hyunjin was laughing

"God, you're so pretty. What's your name?" "Sam!" "Where are you from Sam?" "Seoul!" "What do you do? I'm an artist". "That's cool, why kind of artist?" "...The normal kind?" "Are you not sure?"

Real smooth

Pretty sure he didn't breath the entire time you were at the show, he was just laughing the whole time

"Seungmin should get into stand up, he'd kill!" "Yeah, and you'd be his first victim."

한 지 성 (Han Ji-Sung)

Pretend To Be Tourist

He will try to convince you to dress up like a tourist too

"We have to be fully dedicated, babe." "Okay, but a fanny pack??" "It ties the whole look together, don't you think?" "Whatever you say, Ji."

Buys disposable cameras because why not

"Let's only speak English to really sell it. Loser has to pay for lunch."

Which will be easier for you if you're a native English speaker

You go to all the touristy destinations

Even buy souvenirs

You two also get suviouners for the guys as a joke

Snacked on street food and pretend like you never had it before

Walked by a few Stay and he got offended that they didn't recognize him until you reminded him that he was in disguise

Took a picture of them to post on bubble later and tease them

Saw a few street performances

Had to physically restrain him from joining them when a skz song or a girl group song came on

He was doing so well only speaking English until an old lady came up to him and asked for directions

"That doesn't count!" "That definitely counts." "Y/N...!"

이 용 복 (Lee Felix Yong-Bok)

Paint Pottery

It would be a cute date at a place like Color Me Mine

Couldn't decided if you should make a little animal figurine or a mug so you just did both

Felix chose an animal that reminded him of you and you chose a baby chick for obvious reasons

Ended up making two mugs each so you would both have matching sets

Decided to make mugs for each other instead

Both of you made the mistake of wearing white and ruined your clothes

Felix came up with the idea of making a heart with both of your thumb prints on the bottom of your mugs

Secretly Felix wrote "I love you" at the bottom of your mugs so you would have a message every time you finished drinking

You painted a heart the bottom of his for the same reason

Neither of you had a theme but somehow made them match perfectly

Felix keeps the mugs that stay at his dorm in his room so nothing happens to them

김 승 민 (Kim Seung-Min)

Watch Horrible Movies

Trash movie night!

You two just pick out the worst movies you could think of

Just a date night where you two could be haters

Thought of the idea for a full date night of watching bad movies after making Seungmin watch most of the Twilight series and watching his reaction

Loaded up on snacks and junk food

Made a fort

Started off with Breaking Dawn part 2

"Was she not a baby literally two days ago??" "This is probably one of the most fucked up parts of the whole series, Min." "Probably? That's a fetus and a grown man! He imprinted on her when she was fresh out of Bella!"

There are a lot of movies so you also made a drinking game out of them halfway through

"I'm going to die of alcohol poisoning at this rate." "I can't tell if the movie is actually good or I'm just too drunk." "I'm nowhere near drunk enough for that yet. You're just a lightweight, Y/N."

Woke up the next morning so hungover

양 정 인 (Yang Jeong-In)

Make Matching Hoodies

Simple date, but cute af

You sent him a TikTik of another couple doing it and he agreed that you should make them too

Insisted that you two get different colors so you two wouldn't accidentally swap hoodies

You both know you were going to steal his a few times anyway

You were in charge of ironing the patches on, Innie was in charge of sewing them in place to make them more stable

Played music while you were working

And ordered food

it turned into an impromptu karaoke night

Innie always takes the hoodie with him on tour and wears it to sleep

—

Buy me a coffee?

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iamknicole · 5 months

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Chapter Six

A/N: Happy gobble gobble day! Wanted to get this out before the day was over she here it is! Holiday time is super, super hectic for me. So Saturday uploads will be moved to some time during the week probably a Wednesday until Christmas but I'll let yall know for sure! Comment, reblog & share!

Warnings: Excuse any typos! 18+, Minors DNI! Cursing, Smut

Masterlist

Chapter 5

Moment of Your Life Prologue

On Hassan's last day, father and daughter spent time together until Zilla was done at the Performance Center. Even though she protested, Hassan bought things for the apartment, whatever she looked at longer than ten seconds and whatever he thought Zilla would like. After doing some shopping in the mall, they went to the food court for lunch.

"How's your food, Rye?"

"It's good, Daddy. Thank you for all the stuff even though I told you that you didn't have to." She laughed softly.

He wiped his mouth then smiled at her. "You wasted your time, you knew I was gonna buy it anyway. I'm gonna miss you when I go back home, kiddo."

She pouted at his words. "I know, I'm gonna miss you too. At least we're closer now than when I was in Texas."

"And you better remember that. Don't let it be too long before I see your face," he said in a playful but serious tone. "Understand?"

"Of course. Do you know when Ma's gonna come?"

He ate a few more bites before responding. "The holidays are coming and you know how she is about holidays so if you don't go home, she's coming to you."

"Are you gonna come back when she comes?"

"Oh no ma'am," he laughed, "Absolutely not. They're are only two reasons to be in the same place as your mama. Christmas at my house and your wedding. And she's already said no to Christmas at my house this year."

Moriah pouted playfully as she watched her father laugh at her. She knew it was a long shot but she had to try.

"But while it's just us, we do need to talk."

"You got a girlfriend?" She asked, squinting at him. "Cause if I don't meet her, she not your girlfriend."

Again, he laughed.

"I don't. I wanted to talk about you and my son in law."

She put her fork down, focusing on him.

"I know you haven't shared with him most of what transpired while he was away but you're gonna have to. I forewarned him, I didn't give him any specifics, I just told him that your mother did some things and that you were a minor."

Moriah played with her nails, her heart raced at the thought of having to tell Zilla any of it.

"It's hard and some of it is gon be hard for him to hear but you gotta let him hear it. Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"Good," he sighed, "Now about your mama."

Moriah scrunched her face up. "I'll make Zilla apologize to her."

"No," he said quickly as he laughed, "Do not do that. Don't."

"Don't? You sure?"

"Very, Rye. She doesn't and has never apologized to either one of you for what she's said it done. He was giving her a taste of her own medicine."

"So what do I do when she starts being all crabby?" Moriah asked, folding her arms on the table.

He chuckled. "Ignore her. That's what I do. If she calls you and is complaining about it, just sit quietly and don't respond. She'll move on. And if she doesn't, interrupt her and tell her that you'll talk to her later then hang up."

"I … you," she paused to find her words, "You're telling me to hang on her? That lady is crazy."

Again he laughed, this time a little louder.

"She's not crazy, Rye. You're an adult. If someone is not treating you or someone you love in a way that feels good to you or them, remove yourself. Give them clear boundaries and stick to them."

"You're not the first person to say that to me."

"Then there must be some truth to it, kiddo," he told her softly. "I know she's your mom but that doesn't mean she gets a pass to disrespect you and who you decide to spend your life with. Don't let her drive a wedge between you and my son in law, that's her goal."

Moriah shrugged.

"I figured she would just get over it and drop it eventually."

"Until she's honest with herself about what's really going on, that won't happen. So until she does, you need to draw and communicate clear boundaries."

"I will, I'm trying. Maybe if you and her get back together," Moriah was cut off by her father waving his hand to stop her.

"No ma'am, Moriah." He interjected. "No. I'm sorry that she's taking the divorce out on y'all and I'm trying to help y'all but no. What happened, happened and that's not changing. Your mama and me are not and will not ever get back together. You understand?"

"Yes, Daddy. I was just saying."

Hassan shook his head, "Don't just say it again."

"Sorry. Why did y'all get divorced in the first place?"

"Only your mama can give you the real answer to that but the papers she served me say irreconcilable differences."

“Do you miss her?”

He gave an exasperated sigh. “The answer won’t change anything that I just said, Rye. I know the little girl in you wishes that me and your mama would have stayed together or worked it out but that wasn’t the case.” He explained softly. “I love you and that’s what matters here.”

“Okay, Daddy. Thanks you for not treating Zilla any different or bad,”

He cracked a smile, “Wouldn’t dream of it. He’s been my son in law since before you two even realized you liked each other. I have no reason to treat him any different. You know that.”

As they were talking and eating, a woman approached their table with a nervous smile on her face. Moriah was the first to look up but the woman had no idea since she was staring a hole in the side of her father’s face. Gently, Moriah nudged her father’s leg under the table making him look at her then to the woman.

“Yes ma’am?” He drew out with a polite smile.

“I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this,” she started to explain, stopping when she realized Moriah was sitting there, “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you two together? I didn’t even realize.”

Hassan chuckled and shook his head. “We’re here together but this is my baby girl. We’re having a little quality time. What can we do for you though?”

“Not a damn thing,” Moriah mumbled under her breath, earning her a nudge from Hassan’s foot.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you and your daughter. I just couldn’t leave outta here without at least talking to you,” she smiled as she extended her hand to him, “I’m Tamera.”

“Hassan,” he replied, shaking her hand briefly, “This is my daughter, Moriah.”

Both women waved politely at one another. Tamera turned her attention back to Hassan.

“I don’t wanna take up too much of your time with her, so I’ll make it quick. I’m in town a few more days on business and I’d love to see you again.”

Moriah looked back and forth between the older adults curiously. The nervousness was now replaced with a more confident Tamera, and Moriah wasn’t sure why but it was kind of intriguing. And she was clearly holding most of Hassan’s attention.

“Well, I’m heading back to Georgia today. I was only here to see the kiddo.”

Tamera pulls a chair up from the next table and sits down, a wide smile on her face. "You're from Georgia? So am I. What part?"

An audible groan left Moriah watching the woman lean on the table, closer to her father. Hassan gave his daughter a brief, reassuring glance.

"I'm in Atlanta. You?"

"The same," she laughed softly, "I'm not sure how we've never crossed paths but I'm glad we have now. So can I see you again?"

"I'll tell you what, leave your number and I'll give you a call so we can talk about it," he smiled, sliding his phone to her.

After saving her number, Tamera shook their hands and left the table. Father and daughter sat in silence, Hassan finishing his food and Moriah stared at him.

"Daddy."

"Yes, beautiful?"

"Don't 'beautiful' me. You know what I want."

"I don't," he laughed, "What you want, Rye?"

“Are you gonna call her when you get home?”

Shrugging, Hassan stood from his chair. He grabbed their trash, he was stalling for an answer. Although he could usually read his daughter like his favorite book, this was the one time he wasn’t entirely sure about her reaction. Moriah waited patiently for him to throw their trash out for her answer. The two locked eyes, Moriah raised her brows impatiently waiting on his answer.

“You got another store you wanna go to?” He asked gathering their bags.

“No. Now are you gonna call her or not, Daddy?”

“Do you want me to call her, Rye?”

“Oh no ya dont,” she laughed, walking alongside him, “I want a real answer. Are you gonna call that lady or what?”

Hassan glanced at her, a small smile on his face. “Let’s say I did. Would you be okay with that?”

“You’re so difficult,” she huffed playfully, “If you wanted to call her, I would be okay with that.”

“I learned from my kid. If I took her out, would that be okay?”

Hassan had dated after the divorce, two long term relationships but he always made sure Moriah’s feelings came before anything else. The longing and wishing that he would get back together with his ex-wife was still in his babygirl. It hurt him that her wish would be the one he would never be able to bring to fruition but he would grant any other wish for her without a second thought.

“Yeah … yeah I think that would be okay. Just be careful. Make sure she’s not crazy or anything.” Moriah demanded. “And don’t let her in your car on the first date, you meet her. Share your location with me the whole time.”

Hassan chuckled. “That’s what I said to you.”

“And now I’m saying it to you,” she laughed, “But seriously, go and have fun. You deserve it. Who knows you might get married again. I’m not opposed to being your flower girl and Zilla will be the ring bearer.”

Laughter bellowed from Hassan, he stopped to lean over and catch his breath while Moriah stared at him with a playful frown.

“Now what is so funny?”

“Picturing the two of you doing that,” he spoke in between laughter, “Especially my son in law. But I know the two of you would do it for me happily.”

“Fat!” Zilla yelled from the living room after checking his watch. “What you doin in there? Come on, girl!”

Scurrying out of their bedroom, Moriah put her earrings on going over to him. She stood between his legs, fixing the last earring while his hands rubbed up and down her bare legs. The red satin midi dress clung just the way he thought it would when he picked it out for her, seeing her in it brought a small grin to his face.

“Isayah, you hear me,” she giggled.

Pulling himself from his own self indulgent thoughts, Zilla moved his eyes from up her body to her face, the small smile still there.

“Nah, my bad. What you say?”

“Boy,” she giggled, “I asked if these shoes were too much? Should I change them?”

He bit his lip as he checked the heels out. “Keep em on. I like em. Matter of fact, we can stay here and order something.”

Laughing, Moriah pulled her boyfriend up from the sofa and towards the door.

“Nope, you said you were taking me out so we're going out.”

“Aight, baby but when we get home,” he paused to slap her ass, “You already know.”

The dimly lit, upscale restaurant provided the exact feel and environment that Zilla felt his girlfriend deserved. It had been too long since he had taken her out between her job and his being so demanding and tiring.

Moriah's eyes danced around the decor of the restaurant, a slight look of awe.

“Baby, this is nice. Didn't think Orlando had anything like this.” She joked.

He smiled, looking around. “Shit me neither but I'm glad they did.”

“Why's that?”

He reached across the table to hold her hand. “Cause I can't take my Fat just anywhere especially since it's been so long.”

“Awwwe, Isayah. That's sweet but I understand. Our jobs, especially yours, ask so much of us.”

“Yeah but we still gotta make time for each other and we gon do that. Aight?”

Moriah saluted him playfully with her free hand.

“Sir yes sir.”

Playfully, he pushed her hand away laughing. “You so goofy, man. You gon be at my match right?”

“Oh I didn't tell you? Toni wouldn't let me off, I can't make it. I'm sorry, baby.”

He deflated a little bit but tried to keep a small smile on his face. “It's aight, Fat. I understand, it's gon be plenty other ones you can come to.”

“Awwee you sure you understand?”

“Of course.”

She grinned. “I'm just playing, baby. You know I wouldn't miss your TV debut. Toni knew I wasn't asking for the time off, I was telling her.”

“Man, don't play with me like that,” he laughed, “You was finna have me in that ED annoyin Toni till she let you off.”

“Well thankfully for her, you don't have to do that,” she laughed.

Halfway through their meal, Moriah remembered a few things they needed to talk about. She thought about waiting until the end of their dinner but with what he had planned, she knew it would ruin the mood.

“Last month I found out that Thomas works in the hospital on the pediatric floor,” she blurted out.

Zilla's fork stopped halfway to his mouth, he looked over at his girlfriend confused.

“Who?”

“Thomas. My ex from college.”

Chuckling, Zilla continued to eat his food completely ignoring the conversation which worried Moriah. She let the silence go on for a few moments.

“Aren't you gonna say anything?”

“As long as he not botherin you, talkin to you or none of that, his ass can work there all he want,” Zilla explained in his regular tone. “Now if he is doin either of those, Ima handle it for you.”

“Babe, it's okay. He was bothering me but I handle it,” she smiled. “Proud of me.”

“I'm proud, Fat but you needa tell if he start back.”

“I will but he's harmless outside of him being full of himself.”

He shrugged. “Don't care. If he don't understand you tellin him to leave you alone then he ain't. I'm serious, Moriah.”

She pouted. “No, no, no. I'm Fat. Call me Fat.”

Zilla laughed, “Aight, Fat. Big ass baby yet you mean as shit.”

“I'm not mean to you though,” she laughed.

His laugh got louder for a moment. “Like hell you ain't. You meaner to me than anybody else.”

“Anyway, I need you to be on your best behavior for Thanksgiving, Zilla.”

“Zilla's always on his best behavior.”

Moriah stared at him.

“With my mom, boy. You know exactly what I'm talking about.”

He laughed softly. “I can't promise that. If she start with you or my mama, ima start with her.”

“Baby, you don't have to do that. I'm fine, I'll just ignore her.”

“It ain't fine and you don't need to ignore it, Rye.” He said as nicely as he could. “I know that's your mom but that shit ain't cool. And you can't keep lettin her say shit and treat you the way she do either. I don't like it and I know you don't either.”

Sighing, Moriah sat back in her seat in thought. Now everything that she had been told by friends, her dad and Leata were now coming out of her boyfriend.

“Now I see how you felt when we were kids and everyone kept telling you to stop being bad.” She mumbled.

“Yeah and I see how yall felt. But forreal, Fat, that shit ain't cool. That's gon cause a problem between us and ion want that.”

“I don't want that either. I've been working on boundaries that I can communicate to her.”

“That's my girl,” he praised, laughing at the smile that rose on her face. He took a long velour box from his pocket then slowly slid it to her across the table. “What you think about that?”

Looking between the box and him, Moriah opened the box and gasped. She picked the necklace up out of its box, her eyes and fingers roamed every inch of it.

“Zay … wow. This is beautiful. Wow. Thank you, baby.” She smiled finally looking back at him.

“I'm glad you like it. I ain't gon lie, I ain't know what the hell to get but that looked like you.” He explained softly.

“I don't like it,” she corrected, “I love it. You did great.”

A blush rose to his cheeks as he got up to put it on for her “Preciate that.” He leaned down to kiss her before he went back to his seat.

Moriah kept her hand on it and her smile still on her face as she watched him. She loved when he gave her gifts because he didn't do so arbitrarily. They always meant something.

“This feels and looks pretty expensive guess I'm definitely giving you some tonight.” She joked.

“Goofy,” he chuckled. “It's dumb and I don't know if you remember but nine years ago today we went out on what I consider our first date.”

A look of sadness quickly flashed across her face then happiness. She twisted her lips playfully.

“I really did not think you would even remember that, Zay. Honestly.”

“I'm not surprised but I do. I remember everything about that night,” he smirked.

“See … I should've known that's why you remembered it. Always nasty.”

He laughed as he reached for her hand. “I would've remembered whether or not we had sex that night, Fat. I ain't sure it as much as I should've but it did mean a lot to me.”

Moriah giggled softly. “Look at my man being a big ole softy. I love that for us.”

“Yeah aight. Shawn and Hunter expecting big numbers for the night I debut. Shit make me kinda nervous.”

“Don't let it,” she answered going back to her food. “That means they know what kind of star power comes along with my Zilla.”

“It's crazy that a bunch of people gon stop what they doin to watch me wrestle.”

“Why is it crazy, Zay?”

He shrugged. “Cause I'm just me.”

Moriah raised a brow. “What I tell you about that? You're not just Zilla, you are Zilla. You are Isayah Fatu. You are Leata and Eddie's baby boy. You are somebody. All those people know it so you better know it too.”

The couple stared at each other in silence, Moriah's brow still raised as Zilla's lips curled up into a smile. She understood what he wasn't saying and his feelings, he loved and hated it at the same time. But she respected him enough to not bring it all out at one time. She'd dance around it until she had enough.

"Come ‘ere.." Zilla said, his voice now with a hint of lust in it.

She took a few steps closer before he pulled her the rest of the and embraced her in a hug. Their bodies pressed together as he pulled her even closer and kissed deeply. Zilla was gentle, yet passionate. His hands cupped her ass as he squeezed and pulled her in against him. Moriah on her tippy-toes in the middle of their living room while she let out a throaty moan. Their tongues danced and explored each other's mouths, both savoring the moment together.

Zilla broke the kiss for a moment, to check if Moriah was okay. But when he saw her smiling in return, he went right back into another deep kiss, more intense than their last. Moriah couldn't help herself, she always loved how aggressive he could be and it excited him to know that she liked it. She moved her hands down his chest to the front of his slacks until she felt something hard pressing against her palm Moriah smiled into the kiss, keeping her hand right where it was. After several minutes of making out, he pulled away from her slightly to lay his eyes on her again making her whimper softly at the loss of contact.

Zilla looked deeply into her eyes and spoke in a low tone. “Ion think you know how beautiful you are, Fat. Do you?”

She smiled shyly at him, her hand still in its spot. “You tell me all the time, Zay.”

Grabbing for her hand, he held it gently, his masculine fingers intertwined with her softer ones, then led her into their shared bedroom. They stood close together near the foot of their bed, facing each other. Moriah found herself moaning softly under his watchful gaze. She was trembling with desire. All she wanted was to feel his touch more.

Zilla cupped her cheek softly as he brushed his lips against hers for a slow, sensual kiss. It was like an electric shock running through their bodies. It sent shivers down Moriah's spine, it made Zilla's heart skip a beat. She trembled and whined as he gently explored her mouth with his tongue. But then he stopped as quickly as he had started.

“What's wrong?” She asked, meeting his stare.

Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away, his tank top wasn't too far behind. His eyes never left hers.

“Get on them knees for me, Fat. Open that pretty ass mouth.”

It wasn't a request, it was an order and she was more than happy to oblige. Moriah whimpered softly in agreement as she lowered herself onto her knees before her man. His commanding presence was one of her favorite things about him. His tone was soothing, yet assertive, and she could never refuse.

Zilla unbuckled his slacks then pulled down the zipper revealing the bulge that Moriah seemed to never get enough of. She bit her lip gently as she watched him free his dick. It was big - above average-sized, and definitely thick, and it looked delicious to her somehow. Her panties were already damp at this point, and she longed for the sensation of his dick inside her mouth. She loved how dominant he was, and the way he seemed so sure of himself, and it seemed at times he could read her thoughts without saying a word.

"Say aah, baby," he ordered then smiled down at her with his eyes full of adoration and lust.

Moriah stared up at him, a small smile on her face. He looked down at her expectantly. Slowly, she opened her mouth for him, sticking her tongue out then echoed the sound he wanted. She reached forward and took a hold of him then wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. Zilla gasped softly in surprise at her eagerness.

"Good girl. That's my girl. You look so beautiful down there, Fat." he encouraged softly. "So beautiful. Fuck.”

Moriah moaned softly, feeling her mouth fill up with his dick. Her head felt dizzy with lust as she ran her tongue all over him. His taste was intoxicating and she just wanted more. But she also loved how he praised her, and being called a good girl did something to her. All of her desire felt ignited at once for her man. She felt him place one of his hands on the back of her head, but he just kept it there, and didn't force her to take him deeper inside. She loved how he was taking charge, but that he was also respectful. Reaching her hand underneath him, she gently cupped his balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand, careful not to hurt him. She slowly moved her lips further along his shaft, taking his cock in deeper. Her gags echoed around the room but Zilla knew her well enough to know, she made the sound for him. It brought a smile to his face.

He chuckled softly as their eyes met. “Lift your dress up and get her ready for me, Fat.”

Moriah moaned around him in response as she did what he asked of her. He groaned softly watching her bring her hand from between her legs and spread her wetness along his shaft. Subconsciously, she wondered what else he had in mind for them while her fingers rubbed her engorged clit in a quick but gentle rhythm. His dick twitched against her tongue, and he began to rock his hips ever so slightly. He was almost fucking her face, but he kept it slow and didn't go deep. After a few moments, he pulled himself from her mouth, his hand still cradling her head, then rubbed it all over her face first, across her lips and nose, as if he wanted to paint her with his masculine scent. She closed her eyes and moaned at how nasty this all was, while she continued rubbing herself in a steady rhythm, already feeling herself on the edge of an orgasm.

He brushed his thumb over Moriah's lips gently, parting them ever so slightly.

"Suck it," he purred softly as he placed the tip of his dick upon her waiting tongue.

Her mouth filled up once more with his thick shaft. She sucked on him eagerly, enjoying every bit of him inside her mouth. Her hand kept its steady motion against her own pussy, her fingertips brushing over her sensitive clit with each passing stroke, and she was dizzy from it all. She was moaning repeatedly now, and Zilla could tell she was getting close to a climax.

"Stop touchin’ my pussy," he demanded, right as she was about to cross the threshold.

His words were firm, but not threatening. Moriah whined and pulled her hand back out from between her legs eager to fulfill his command.

“Good girl.”

It took some time, but eventually, Zilla could no longer hold back the rising tide inside him. With his hand on her head once more, he made sure she couldn't escape and with her tongue twirling around him, Moriah was rewarded with thick streams of cum flowing into her mouth. Moriah's whole world seemed to revolve around his throbbing member at that moment. Tasting the salty sweetness of his seed while it filled her up, moaning in pure delight. She wanted to savor every last drop of his warm essence as it flowed into her. He watched her intently after slipping his dick from her mouth.

“Show me, baby.”

Giddily, Moriah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “Aaaah.”

Zilla pulled her up from the floor and kissed her hard. He turned them so she was facing the bed then pulled the straps off her dress down her arms until it pooled at her feet leaving her naked in front of him. Pulling away briefly, Zilla kicked his loafers off then took off his pants and briefs.

“That dress looks much better on the floor,” he joked, making her laugh softly.

Once he got her situated on the bed, he kissed her again as he ripped her panties away from her body, making her pull away and gasp. He pecked her lips one more time then moved to the foot of the bed. Gently he ran his fingers down her slit paying excess attention to her clit, making gasp again. He kissed up her legs to the inside of her thighs, planting a kiss on each side as he worked his way towards her center.

Reaching her pussy, he placed a kiss directly on her lips causing her to arch her back. Parting her lips with his fingers, Zilla began his assault on her clit with his tongue. He sucked and swirled his tongue around it as she writhed in pleasure under him. He looked up at her as he eased two fingers inside of her still playing with her clit and fingering her to see her playing with her breasts, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. Her eyes are closed and he knows she's biting her lip to keep from crying out. Knowing she was getting close, Zilla took his fingers away and kissed back up her body ignoring her whine.

“I hear you, Fat. Ima give you what you want, I got you.”

He moved his hand slowly up to find her breasts. Squeezing each firmly and traced her nipples with his tongue. Sensing her excitement and playing into his own, he took her right breast and placed it into his warm mouth making her moan his name softly. After trying to rub herself against him unsuccessfully, Moriah attempted to roll them over which he obliged. His half hooded eyes stared up at her while his hands gripped her hips.

Moriah reached between them, grabbing him and gently rubbed the tip of his dick back and forth on her clit. After a few more back and forth movements, she wanted more and aligned herself with him. She pushed herself down hard and quickly. The couple sighed together and his grip on her hips became tighter. She rode him quick and hard. All the while he touched her breasts, licked her fingers, and occasionally smacked her ass. All she could do was give into her body and continue with the pattern she had set for herself.

She moaned his name loudly and he could feel her tighten around him. A knot started to form in her lower abdomen and she moved a little more slowly.

“Come on, baby. You can do it,” he groaned, reaching up to wrap his hand around her throat.

She shook her head, whining softly still moving. “I can't, Zay.”

He squeezed a little as he drove his hips up into her. “You can do it. Give it to me.”

Despite shaking her head and whining her disagreement, Moriah's speed picked back up meeting her boyfriend's thrusts until she started to come. Zilla moved his other hand from her hip and rubbed her clit.

“There you go. Look at you makin a mess all over me,” he praised softly. “That's my Fat.”

Once he was sure she had come down, he helped her out of his lap then flipped them over. Moriah instinctively got on all fours, arching her back as far as it would go earning an appreciative smack from her boyfriend. Gently, he pushed into her until he bottomed out then pulled out repeating the pfour, a few times until she sternly called his name.

“What's up, baby?”

“You know what I want,” she pouted.

Quickly he slammed all the way into her groaning feeling his balls slap against her clit and making her yell out.

“That's what you want?”

“Fuck! Yes, Zay.”

He thrust hard into her a few times. “Who's Zilla's good girl?”

“I am,” she yelled proudly, pushing her hips back to meet his.

With the trip 24 hours away, Hassan knew he needed to call his ex wife to try and give her some sort of standard to take to Florida with her. She had yet to pick the phone up and he could already feel the headache coming on.

“You calling me first? Hell must've froze over,” she laughed. “How are you, Hassan?”

“And you asking me how I'm doing? Pigs must be flying. I'm well, Didi. How are you?”

There was a bit of rustling on her end before she answered.

“I'm well also. Excited to see my baby for the holiday. It's a shame you can't come.”

“Me and her just saw each other so we're fine. We had a good time together while I was there.”

Nadine has to keep her jealousy at bay. “Oh did you? You probably spoiled her as usual.”

“I did and I also respected her and her relationship,” he added.”Something you need to do when you go there, Didi.”

She scoffed. “If that's what you called for then you wasted your time.”

“I didn't waste anything because you're gonna listen to me. I'm tired of the way you treat her and my son in law.” Hassan paused to chuckle when he heard her huff. “You need to get it through your lil stubborn brain that they're gonna be together for a long ass time and they love each other.”

“They're only 24, things can change, Hassan. And he is not our son in law.”

“He is our son in law and you better stay acting like it or you're gonna be the one missing out on holidays and special occasions.”

“Anyway,” she huffed, “Tell your parents and that sister of yours I said hello when you visit for the holidays. I need to finish packing.”

“Alright, you remember what happened last time you referred to Gabi that way. You heard what I said, Nadine. Don't go down there with that bullshit.”

Issues with their flight kept them from arriving until the morning of Zilla's debut. They decided to keep it a secret from him since he was going to be at the center all day.

“Coming! Coming!” Moriah called out as she went to the door without checking her ring app. She squealed when she opened the door. “Mama! Naio!”

“Babygirl!” Leata squealed, pulling her into a tight hug. “My baby, I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Mama! And you bought Naio, Zay's gonna be so happy!”

Naio mimicked them then pushed them out the way playful to walk into the apartment. The women pushed him back and Leata walked in closing the door behind them.

“Where's my mom?”

“She said she was tired from the flight so she stayed at the hotel.”

Naoi plopped down on the sofa, moving around to get comfortable.

“Damn, lil bruh was right.”

Leata and Moriah stared at him.

“About the sofa,” he laughed, still moving around, “It's comfy and it don't move and I'm tryna move it. I see why he like it.”

Moriah covered her face laughing. “I can't believe he told you too.”

“Well believe it. Ima need one of these.”

While they were catching up with each other, Nadine was doing some catching up of her own. She paced around the living room of her suite.

“I've been trying to get her to at least have a conversation with me but she's still not going for it.” Thomas sighed

“Hmm … do you think she's scared? Maybe he's abusing her. Do you think?” Nadine rambled still pacing.

“No, neither. I think she just really means it.”

“Absolutely not. She can't.”

“Ms. Nadine, as much as I want her back I don't think I have a chance.”

She stopped pacing to stare at him. “That's not a choice. You will get her back. She can't stay with him. I've worked too hard to keep him away from her.”

“Can I ask why?”

“That's not the point and none of your concern. What you need to be concerned with is getting my daughter back,” she paused for a moment, “I'll figure it out and let you know.”

Later that night, Moriah, Leata, Naio and Nadine were sitting ringside waiting for Zilla's match to start. His music hit moments later, the performance center lit up with cheers for him. As he stood on the ring post to posture for the crowd, he laid eyes on his girlfriend then her mother and his family. He had to fight the smile off of his face.

After the show the family met Zilla backstage where he was talking to Shawn and Hunter. Naoi snuck up behind his brother and squeezed his shoulders prompting Zilla to hug him. While they were hugging, Leata, Nadine and Moriah stood back to watch.

“That's a nice necklace, Moriah.” Nadine said softly

She touched it, smiling. “Thank you. Zilla got it for me.”

“Oh did he? It almost looks like a David Yurman.”

Leata chuckled under her breath, choosing not to say anything.

“That's because it is, Mama.”

“You just believe anything. Where did I go wrong? I taught you better than that.” She sighed.

Moriah played with her necklace. “You're so right, Mama. I do believe everything, like I believed you when you said you wouldn't try to ruin this night.”

With that, Moriah left the older women to go jump on her boyfriend to congratulate him. Nadine watched with a scowl on her face.

“If you were gonna act this way then you should've stayed at the hotel, Nadine.”

“You wouldn't understand but I want the best for my child.”

“Oh really?” Leata asked with a hint of laughter. “I actually do understand wanting the best for my children and because I do, when we leave here I'll drop you off at the hotel so you don't ruin the rest of their night. You need to get yourself together before you have more grandkids that you'll never meet.”

#AAO #zilla fatu #zilla & moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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