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wileys-russo · 5 months

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off limits (6) II a.putellas x león!reader

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off limits (6) II a.putellas x león!reader

"ale where are we going?" you laughed, leaning back into your seat more as your girlfriend sped down the highway. "stop asking me princesa, it is a surprise!" was all you got in return alongside a toothy grin as barcelona raced past her window in a blur.

you adored when alexia was in moods like this; so jovial and free spirited, lowering her stern serious facade and allowing a more bubbly and playful one to shine through.

as a friend, team mate, role model, footballer, sister, captain, lover she had many sides to her and you'd argue till you were blue in the face that some of those she reserved only for when it was the two of you, such as the childlike joy which currently oozed from her.

you'd only been back from training long enough to shower and change before she'd cornered you in her living room, grabbing your hand, twirling you and kissing her way softly up your arm, informing the two of you were to now go for a drive together.

you hadn't questioned it, well you hardly had time to before the taller girl had thrown you over her shoulder and smacked your ass, stating you needed warmer clothes as she tossed you down on her bed.

she'd shut up your questions then by throwing herself on top of you with a grin and peppering your face with kisses, biting your cheek playfully and murmuring in catalan that all would be revealed soon enough.

your heart soared to see her so carefree and happy that afternoon, the two of you bundling up a little more and leaving her apartment hand in hand. unable to show much affection all day you were both admittedly touch starved, making sure at all times that at least a centimeter of your skin pressed against the others.

alexia going as far as to challenge you to a race once you entered the carpark the two of you sprinted off laughing like children as you beat her there, rewarded by her pressing you against the vehicle and kissing you so hard it had stole the air from your lungs.

now as the two of you drove away to an unknown final destination you looked at her with a soft smile and hopelessly lovesick gaze.

her ever alluring and warm hazel orbs stayed hidden behind her most favorite pair of sunglasses. you once teased she liked them more than you when she'd tackled your sister to the ground to get them back as mapi stole them off her head after training one afternoon.

no one but the two of you knowing the truth behind your relationship at that stage you'd left separately, quickly meeting up at your apartment where you'd taken your turn to steal her glasses. the taller girl chasing you around and around till she'd finally caught and taken you down to the floor as well, your combined laughters filling the cosy atmosphere of her apartment.

grinning up at her you'd simply slipped the sunglasses on and pulled her down into a passionate kiss, pretending not to notice how eager she still was to take them off your eyes and hide them away in her pocket, not breaking the kiss for even a second as she did.

now back to your pining stare toward her in the drivers seat her pink hair fell down her shoulders in gentle waves, gradually fading back to blonde with each wash much to your insistent bothering that she should dye it pink again, but you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

the top of her head was tucked away beneath a black beanie, loose strands of hair whipping around in the wind from where her window was wound down. the late afternoon sun was glorious and bathed her in its golden glow, highlighting her tanned sun kissed skin and sharp jawline which as far as you were concerned could have been carved by the gods themselves.

her plump pink lips stayed curled into a cheeky grin, white pearly teeth flashing out at you as one hand stayed on your thigh and the other gripped the steering wheel.

at alexia's insistence you had on matching nike hoodies, hers a pale pink and yours a mint green, the midfielder ignoring your teasings about how cute it was that she wanted you two to match, shutting you up with a loving kiss.

"take a picture, it will last longer than staring at me bebita." the older girl smirked, her laughter bouncing around the car before being snatched away in the wind as you grabbed your phone and did exactly that.

"i am not staring, i am admiring my beautiful girlfriend." you retorted happily seeing a slight blush creep up her neck at your words, her eyes darting off the road for just a fleeting second to look at you, shining with a type of tender adoration she'd not felt warm her heart before you had turned her world upside down.

"okay amor put this on por favor, but backwards so you cannot see anything." alexia reached down beside her and handed you a bright pink balaclava. "why do you have this?" you'd laughed so much your stomach hurt, clutching at your aching abdomen muscles.

"it is albas! just put it on before we get there, i told you it was a surprise and you are going to ruin it!" alexia whined with a playful grumpy pout. you rolled your eyes but did as she asked, your girlfriend waving her free hand in front of your face a few times to check you really couldn't see.

"if you are taking me somewhere to murder me i must warn you that i have not written you into my will yet so you will get nothing." you'd smirked beneath the soft fabric of the balaclava hearing a raspy chuckle beside you.

"if i was going to murder you cariño it would not be for your money, i have more than enough of my own." alexia shook her head in amusement as you felt her take a few turns, the road a little bumpier now.

"okay la reina sorry i forgot you could just sell one of your millions of trophies. how much is a ballon d'or worth on the black market? if i make it out of this alive maybe i will just rob you. i have a balaclava now they will never know it was me." you mocked her, squirming as she pinched your leg for the teasing.

"are we nearly there?" you groaned, starting to feel a little ill as the car turned and bumped and you stayed in the dark. "si niña bonita, soon." her fingers interlocked with yours, bringing the back of your hand up to her mouth and kissing it sweetly, repeating the tender gesture over and over until finally you heard gravel crunching and cracking under the tyres and felt the car still, engine cutting off.

she let go of your hand as her door opened and closed, still unable to see you jumped as yours suddenly opened next, your girlfriend reaching over to unbuckle you. "can i take this off now?" you asked, alexia grabbing your hand before you could.

"almost." she helped you up and out of your seat, arms locked around your torso and helping you to walk, steadying you as you tripped a few times, her lips kissing your neck apologetically.

"joder." you hissed quietly with a wince as suddenly she yanked off the balaclava and sunlight pierced your eyes. "sorry." she mumbled with another kiss to your cheek this time, still wrapped tightly around you as her chin came to rest on your shoulder.

"oh alexia." you smiled in surprise as your vision adjusted, the two of you stood at the lookout of turó de la rovira, a 360 degree view of barcelona greeting your eyes.

golden hour almost over and the sun starting to set the sky had turned a soft coral, streaks of bright orange and yellow dashed across it like god was painting the sky just for the two of you.

"do you like it?" your girlfriend mumbled, hugging you even tighter as you nodded. "i love it, its beautiful. i have not been here since i was little." your smile was nostalgic and soft, alexia melting at the look of awe and wonder on your face.

"buena hermosa." alexia sighed happily, your hands finding hers and intertwining, her arms still tightly encasing you as the two of you watched the sunset together in a peaceful and comfortable silence.

in that moment you were certain that you'd never felt more loved by someone. never more appreciated and tenderly adored than by the tall catalan hugging you tightly and lazily kissing your jaw, whispering soft confessions of just how much she adored you over and over in your ear.

never in that moment did you once think things between the two of you would end up how they had right here right now.

"my contract is up this year with barca ale, and i will not be renewing it."

sat across from her in the physio room you watched your ex lovers heart physically break as you delivered the final blow, unveiling a secret which had haunted you for longer than you dared to dwell on.

"what do you mean you are not renewing it? I-" alexia struggled to get out her words as you looked on, eyes swirling with a storm of guilt, relief, pity and empathy. "barca is your home. you cannot go somewhere else!" she forced out, fists balled by her sides.

"that is why i am here so late, i just had my final meeting with jonatan about it. the decision is made alexia, there is no going back now." your voice was firm though not unkind, despite what was going on between the two of you this news was not something you would ever use as a means to make her feel guilty.

"no no no por favor amor por favor." within a second she had wedged her body back between your legs, clasping your face in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

"it is done, the lawyers were there and everything." your voice was barely above a whisper as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut, unable to bring yourself to look into her broken ones any longer. your heart felt like someone was closing it in a tight fist as you heard her try to stifle back her tears.

"oh ale." you sighed, wrapping your arms around her neck as she moved to push her face into your shoulder, her hands tightly gripping your hips as if she could hold you to stay there forever.

you held her for as long as she needed, there was more you wanted to explain but you knew she needed time to process what you'd already said.

you weren't even sure if you'd processed it yourself. there was still six more weeks of active games in between breaks, and you would still be on the team for each one of those.

but the fact that after that this would no longer be your home, no more would you don the infamous red and blue colours of your team, surrounded by girls who you looked at like family, was a terrifying prospect you refused to think about just yet.

"sorry." alexia mumbled, pulling herself away and wiping her nose, the two of you letting go as she moved to sit back on the bench opposite you.

"where will you go?" she questioned quietly after she'd taken a moment to compose herself, embarrassment now joining the boiling pot of emotions bubbling up inside her. "that is the other thing." you exhaled deeply, shifting uncomfortably at the rest of your news as alexia frowned curiously.

"i won't." you started simply, fiddling with your hands in your lap. "i do not understand." alexia's frown deepened as you sighed again, forcing yourself to look away from the floor and back into her eyes.

"i am not moving to any other team ale, after this season i am retiring from football all together."

"que? why?" was all the older girl could manage to spit out, her head a spinning mess of questions and thoughts and feelings, all far too dizzying for her to make sense of any of it.

"because of me?" she followed up quietly, daring to allow her eyes to look at you for a moment before they moved to look at the wall beside your head. "not completely, i promise there is much more to it than that." you answered honestly.

"but what happened with us is a part of it." alexia stated more than questioned as you nodded, now the one to push yourself off the bench, moving to stand in front of her and gently grabbing her hands as she flinched momentarily in surprise.

"i love barcelona more than life. i love living here, i love that my friends and family are all here, i love how it has been playing football and a name for myself here, and I will always be a culer till the day I die-" you started softly, squeezing her hands to get the girl to look at you.

"-which is why i could never play for another team. but i would be lying if i said just because i love living here doesn’t mean it feels like home here anymore alexia, because you were a big part of that feeling and now you are gone from it." you forced out, hating the way her face fell at your words.

"i am not gone, i am right here!" alexia whispered desperately. "then why does it feel like you are so far away?" you smiled sadly, knowing your words would hurt her but needing her to hear them none the less.

"a part of me will always love you alexia. but that same part aches that as much as I love you, you are not mine to love anymore." you paused to take a shaky breath, hands still tightly holding onto hers.

"like i said i am so tired. i am so tired of fighting with you, arguing with my sister, feeling angry all the time is exhausting. and so is being unsure how to fix and mend relationships which mean so much to me, while still trying to get over how much it hurt for them to break in the first place." you poured your heart out honestly.

"football has always meant a lot to me but i need more, i crave something out of life that football can no longer give me. and i promise i was thinking about that before anything happened with us." you spoke sincerely, again not wanting her to blame herself for a decision that held a lot more meaning to you than you were currently able to explain.

"i hope that with some time and some distance to grow maybe we can be friends again one day ale, I know you will always be in my sisters life as her best friend and she will need you when i leave." you smiled, wiping away a stray tear which threatened to fall.

"you have not told her?" alexia asked, struggling to process what you were saying, struggling to breath as with each word you spoke the room seemed to feel smaller and smaller.

"no, not yet. and i am trusting you one last time not to tell her about this, not to tell anyone. i will tell them when i am ready and in my own way." you requested, again squeezing her hands gently in yours as she nodded.

"i cannot change your mind, can i?" she returned it with an equally sad smile of her own. "no, nobody can." you confirmed, letting go of her and taking a step back.

"but if barcelona is not your home anymore, then where do you plan to go?"

"hola." mapi looked up in surprise as you stood in front of her, already changed after training with your bag slung over your shoulder ready to go.

"hola hermana." your sister greeted slowly, taken aback by the casual nature of your approach, not having properly spoken to her for well over a week now.

"would you and ingrid want to come over for dinner?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, the norweigen sat a few lockers away glancing over hearing her voice, tapping aitana's leg signalling she was no longer listening as the girl spoke with her.

"tonight?" mapi asked, eyes wide in shock as your own rolled. "no next week. si maria, tonight." you replied much more curtly, tapping your foot impatiently when you didn't receive an answer.

"we will be there." ingrid answered you with a soft smile when her girlfriend didn't. "buena, come over whenever." you sent her a smile and shrugged then with that you were gone.

"estás bien mi amor?" ingrid moved to sit beside her girlfriend who seemed lost in her thoughts, mapi nodding that she was okay and bending down to continue lacing up her shoes as aitana handed ingrid her bag with a smile, wishing them both goodbye.

"see i told you, you just had to wait and to let her come to you."

dinner had been going as good as it could have been so far.

things were a little awkward and frosty at first, but with ingrid acting as a buffer you managed to settle into a much more comfortable conversation style.

you'd dished up dinner, grateful to have cooking it as a distraction as you encouraged your guests to do majority of the talking. the two planned to go to norway soon during international break as she had national team commitments.

they were going to see ingrids family and take a few days to themselves in between games finishing and needing to return to barca, and spent time telling you all about what they had planned to do and see there in the short while.

ingrid had of course extended the invitation for you to join them, your sister also eager for you to come. you'd met ingrids family before so you knew it would not be an issue, however you had already committed to malta and wouldn't put it past the younger putellas to track you down in another country to drag you there with her, having been texting you repeatedly about it.

so you waved off the invitation, grateful for it but making a series of jokes about not wanting to third wheel as you ate. though eventually you could no longer stomach the polite conversation and you knew you needed to come clean, the longer you avoided it the more nervous you'd become.

“ingrid, maria. I need to tell you something.” you blurted out much more abruptly and awkwardly than you'd intended. the entire plan you'd spent the afternoon creating all gone out the window, as had your prepared speech.

her smile dropped at the use of her full name, attention now entirely yours to command as you glanced at ingrid beside her who nodded to you to continue, seemingly just as concerned.

“i’m not renewing my contract with barca.” your voice was barely above a whisper but your words fell on your sisters ears like an anchor. you flinched as her cutlery fell to her plate with a loud clatter and she shot to her feet.

“what the hell do you mean you’re not-“ she started with a scowl leaning across the table, ingrid firmly squeezing her leg and giving her a pointed look, nodding to where you sat across from them staring down at the floor, anxiously playing with your fingers as you awaited her oncoming wave of rage.

swallowing the bitter anger and frustration which was rapidly bubbling to the surface knowing that was not what you needed right now, mapi took a deep breath and slowly sat back down.

“hey, look at me.” the girl ordered as you nervously glanced up to meet her eyes which to your shock were glazed over with worry. “what do you need from me hermana?” she asked softly, her reaction catching you a little off guard.

“not to hate me.” was all you managed to breathe out as you crumbled and the tears you’d been fighting off began to well up in your eyes.

your sister quickly moved around the table to sit by your side as you collapsed into her awaiting arms, tears wetting her collarbone as she cradled your head tightly.

“no I could never ever hate you niñita, never. I promise.” the older girl assured softly, murmuring it over and over as she held you tightly as you tried to calm yourself.

not wanting to overstep ingrid quickly gathered your empty plates, moving to the kitchen to wash them up and giving the two of you a moment of privacy.

you pulled away from her and wiped your eyes with your shirt, a little embarrassed at your emotions as ingrid returned, handing you a few tissues. "come, we need to talk about this." your sister encouraged, nodding for you to all move to the sofa.

"so you are leaving barca." she sighed a little as you nodded after you'd all settled in. "to where?" she asked the same questions alexia had. "not another team." you started, the confused faces staring back at you also mirroring that of your ex lovers.

so with a shaky inhale, you repeated the same words you had to her.

"retiring?" with that your sister could hold her tongue no more, once again shooting up to her feet.

"are you injured?" "no." "do you still like football?" "yes." "have you been told you need to stop playing? forced into this by someone?" "no."

"mierda i have just named all the possible reasons for retiring!" the tattooed spaniard snapped, ignoring ingrid who tried to reason with her.

"not mine." you replied calmly, the two words catching your sister off guard as she faltered for a second and fell quiet, slowly taking her seat again and wordlessly waving for you to speak as ingrid moved closer in an attempt to comfort her.

"i am not happy anymore." you started simply, moving to cross your legs underneath you and turning your body a little more to look at the couple sat a few feet away whose faces softened at your words.

"si, i like football. no, i am not injured or being told i cannot play anymore. but i no longer love football, i do not have ambitions to win awards or trophies or tournaments. i cannot represent my country anymore, i cannot continue to pretend like i feel the same when everyone speaks about these things." you began to explain, feeling lighter with each word you got off your chest.

"i have always done what you have. you played football in the backyard, i played football in the backyard. you played for the junior national teams, i played for the junior national teams. you played for barca, i played for barca. you stood up for the way we were being treated, and i stood beside you." you recounted, the look on your sisters face not easy to decipher what she was thinking, though she remained quiet and allowed you to continue.

"but now, now i need to figure out what i want and what i need and what i love. barcelona does not feel like home anymore and it will always be so special to be but i need more." you sighed, rubbing your face with your hands and taking a pause to reset.

"i need to feel like i am giving more, doing more, like whatever i leave behind is worth something. i just want more from life." you sighed, struggling with your words as to not undermine anything or anyone.

"this has been the hardest decision i have ever made. all i know is football, all i am associated with is football, all i know i am good at is football and that is no longer good enough for me anymore." your voice broke slightly and you wavered, taking a deep breath.

"it hurts more than i can explain and i am terrified but i am also just so tired. i am tired of fighting with alexia, i am tired of feeling like i need to walk on eggshells around the two of you. i am tired of worrying about injuries or playing well or not playing well. so si, i will play the rest of of this season with barca and then i will retire, everything was made official today." you rambled on, stopping yourself before you could spiral any further and falling silent.

the couple shared a few looks as if speaking without words which made your stomach knot up again with nerves, anxious for what they would both have to say about it as they gave one another a small nod and turned back to you.

"okay." your sister started softly, a small frown creasing into your eyebrows. "you're not mad?" you asked, still apprehensive for her reaction. "no hermanita, how could i be mad at the cost of your happiness? i am disappointed that the fierce barca legacy of the león sisters is no more, but that is only on the pitch." she started with a smile.

"i am not mad but i am worried about you, why did you not come and speak to me about it? about any of this?" she asked, her hurt disguised in her voice but not in the glint of her eyes.

"actually after everything i can see why, and that is my fault." mapi quickly corrected, forcing a pained smile.

"i am so sorry for not being a better sister or making you feel like you could come to me about this and about your relationship with ale. i have blown up a big part of your life and i will never stand in the way of you trying to start a new one again." your sister promised sincerely as you nodded.

"if not barcelona anymore, where will you go?" ingrid finally spoke, sending you a kind smile as she grabbed her girlfriends hand. "i am going to volunteer with the united nations. they have a six month program that sends you around the world wherever aid or help is needed." you answered, both older girls across from you with wide eyes at your words.

"wow." mapi breathed out. "how did you-"

"alba helped me. she has a friend who heads the recruitment, got me in touch and put in a good word. i actually only heard back yesterday with an offer for a spot." you responded somewhat shyly, still trying to wrap your head around the opportunity.

you didn't have time to say another word, two bodies launching at you and wrapping you tightly in a hug as your sister kissed your cheek repeatedly mumbling about how proud she was of you.

"bueno bueno! thank you for the support but get off." you laughed, unable to even begin to describe the sense of relief at the weight which was melting off your shoulders finally having come clean, and it having gone a lot better than you worried.

"have you told mami? or the team? or your-" "si, mami knows. alba knows. alexia knows. the barca staff know. but i am not ready to tell the team just yet, por favor." you pleaded, both girls assuring they would not tell.

"so you spoke with alexia then?" ingrid asked cautiously, unsure if this was something you'd wish to speak about. "yes. we had an....honest conversation." you sighed, settling back into the sofa.

"the two of you..." mapi trailed off now, also with an air of caution not wanting to overstep. "no. i do not know what could be done to fix things now, the damage is done and it is there and it still hurts. but with some time apart, maybe we could become friends again." you forced a smile, trying to remain optimistic despite the dull thumping ache in your chest any time you thought about the blonde.

"okay hermana. are you still going to go to malta? pina mentioned alba convinced you to go, and we know alexia is also still going." your sister asked with a raised eyebrow, the two of them not going as norway had two games to play during the break which mapi planned to go and support ingrid at.

"yes, we still have the rest of the season to go and i do not want to have to keep arguing and avoiding her. i think after our talk we have a sort of, understanding." you winced slightly, knowing no matter if you wanted to go on the trip or not alba would be forcing you.

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part seven

i would like to lovingly remind you all before you implode that this is not yet the endddd, we still have at least one, maybe two, chapters left to go

#alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #mapi leon x reader #ingrid engen #woso imagine #woso blurbs #fcb femeni

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dilemmaontwolegs · 18 days

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The Perfect Life || CL16 {3}

Summary: Charles is beginning to see the cracks in your facade and it only leads to more questions than answers in his quest to get to know you. Warnings: angst, swearing, sarcasm, abusive parents, flashback to Jules WC: 2.1k

One || Two || Three || Four

Ten Years Ago The nurses greeted you by name as you walked into the ICU ward with a book in your hands and your school backpack slung over one shoulder. For the last six months you had visited your friend twice a week and learned the names of all the staff while you sat at his side.

“I have the new, unreleased, Jack Reacher,” you said as you took your seat between the bed and the window. The only other sounds in the room were the quiet whoosh of the ventilator and the rhythmic beat of the heart monitor. “Father knows the Editor at Bantam Press.”

You dumped your bag on the floor and opened the novel. The action thriller wasn’t something you would choose yourself but Jules had liked the series so you read it aloud. The neurologists seemed to think it could help him and the psychiatrists seemed to think it could help you.

“Moving a guy as big as Keever wasn’t easy,” you began the story. Time slipped away as you turned each page and you were so engrossed in the words that you didn’t notice your phone vibrating in your bag. You were late to your piano lesson, but more importantly someone else was arriving for his weekly visit.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Charles snapped as he breezed into the room and crossed his arms.

“Same as you, visiting,” you murmured as you packed your bag up, leaving the novel on the table that had a vase of fresh flowers. You touched Jules’ hand with a silent farewell and kept your eyes low as you made your escape.

You were almost to the door when an arm blocked your way. “Don’t come back again,” Charles growled.

Your fists clenched at your sides as you dared to lift your head and meet his glare. “He is my friend too.”

Charles rolled his eyes. “You’re just a stupid little girl. He avoids you because he finds you annoying.”

“You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I know he wouldn’t want you here.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded because he was probably right. That was the last time you visited Jules, and the first time you truly hated Charles.

“That was harsh,” Lorenzo stated as you passed by on your way out of the room.

Charles waited for the door to close before he asked his eldest brother, “Were they friends?”

Lorenzo chewed his lip and shrugged. “They weren’t friends,” he admitted and Charles turned his back with a scoff as he made his way to Jules, missing the quiet confession tacked on to the end, “They were closer than that.”

You had been so furious when you left the hospital that you smashed your fist into a wall in the car park where your driver was waiting.

“Phew, that’s quite the punch you pack, little lady,” a stranger had chuckled between the drags he took on his cigarette. “With a bit of training you could do some serious damage.”

You looked at the blood running over your knuckles but you were numb to the pain. “I like damage,” you commented quietly. “Do you know any trainers?”

Present Day Charles drove along the scenic coastal road towards Saint Tropez rather than the faster highways. He lowered the windows and donned a pair of sunglasses as the breeze whipped his dark hair back. Everything about his ostentatious image screamed old money until he smiled and it was too carefree. Old money didn’t show such emotion, your mother said it was uncouth to feel anything except superiority. Those weren’t her exact words but it was the gist of the conversation.

“You frown too much,” he commented as he handed you his phone.

“I hardly have anything to smile about.”

“For starters, we escaped that - whatever that was, because it certainly wasn’t charitable. And now you are in control of the music. I think that is enough for a little smile.”

You tossed his phone back on his lap and turned your attention back to the waves breaking against the rocks. “I don’t listen to music.”

“Everyone listens to music.”

He fiddled with the stereo and the slow melodic beginning to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the car. Each note sent echoes of pain shooting through your fingertips and you closed your hands as they began to shake. Your knuckles throbbed with the memory of sitting before your mother and reciting the classical greats you had been made to learn. You were constantly showcased to her friends, placed on a pedestal to flaunt skills that had no real purpose other than to illustrate the other families' mediocrities.

Until you made a mistake.

You flinched as the allegretto movement began and your hands snapped close to your chest as you felt the piano lid come slamming down on them again. It was like falling in a dream and startling as you woke up. Charles was watching carefully as you found yourself back in the leather seat and not the velvet bench.

“Turn it off.”

He hit a button on his steering wheel and silence descended in the small space. “Want to talk about it?”

“No.”

Charles thankfully let it go and concentrated on driving to Monaco. You didn’t even bother to argue with him when he passed around the outskirts of Nice without stopping, you had found a small distraction by making shapes out of the clouds. It was only when he slowed to drive through the signature winding street that passed the casino that you looked down at your chiffon gown and frowned. “I am overdressed, even for this place.”

“You can wear something of mine.”

“No thanks,” you said, quickly shutting down the offer with a shake of your head. You grabbed your phone from your clutch and sent a quick message to Arthur. “I have some spare clothes at your brother’s place, we can just pick them up.”

Charles’ brow lifted. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to stay in this dress all afternoon?”

“No, why do you have clothes at Arthur’s?”

“For when I stay there, obviously. Do you think I stay in a hotel here?” You rolled your eyes. “No, wait, you probably thought ‘Daddy bought me a penthouse’.”

He had the good sense to look guilty but it also confirmed your suspicion.

You knew the small city almost as well as Nice and found your bearings as he made his way to Arthur’s apartment complex. It wasn’t far from Charles’ but you had never been there, Arthur had just pointed it out on one of the many outings into the city.

“You have a key too?” Charles asked as you unlocked Arthur’s door instead of knocking.

“You’re starting to sound a little jealous now.” The door swung open and Arthur waved as you shot past the sofa he was relaxing on and ducked into his bedroom to change into a pair of leggings and one of his old Prema shirts.

“Who’s jealous?” he asked as you flopped down beside him and used his thighs as a pillow.

You draped a hand over your forehead and sighed dramatically. “Your brother is madly in love with me, but he can’t get over how close we are, Tur. There may be a duel at dawn, ready your pistols and kiss your mother in case it is the last time.”

“You really need a nap don’t you,” Arthur teased. His fingers carefully plucked the bobby pins from your hair and Charles watched on silently as the haunted look that had been in your eyes the entire ride faded away. “Dare I ask why you are here? You didn’t kidnap her did you?”

“I’d probably be floating facedown in the riviera if I tried that,” Charles replied with an indignant snort. “She voluntarily got into my car.”

“Ah, that’s progress, I suppose.”

“It was the lesser of two evils,” you corrected as you closed your eyes. The late night was beginning to catch up with you and a yawn cracked your jaw before a soft blanket fell over you. “Mm, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Your brain hadn’t realised Arthur’s hands were still busy and the voice came from the blanket box where Charles had stood. Rather than question the goodwill, it was easier to pretend he hadn’t been nice because it was starting to really confuse you.

“Did your genius brother tell you his plan?” you asked as you shifted around until you were comfy and looked up at your best friend.

“He may have mentioned it on the drive home last night,” Arthur said. “Honestly, it was all he talked about.”

“Was not.”

“Was too.” Arthur turned his attention back to you. “Are you actually considering it?”

You barked a laugh that was a big enough ‘no’ but followed it up with, “Absolutely not. It wouldn’t even work anyway.”

“Why not?” Charles asked, taking a seat in the armchair opposite.

“No offence, but what do you bring to the table? Outside of F1 your name doesn’t mean anything.”

Growing up in Monaco where one in three people were millionaires, Charles wasn’t blind to reality, he knew first hand how elitist the ‘old money’ families were. “So why marry Jules?”

You heard the pain that one question held and sighed as you sat up, woefully abandoning the idea of sleep. Charles didn’t like how the question made him sound petulant, or that he was somehow a better choice than Jules was - he didn’t think that at all, he just couldn’t understand why the plan wouldn’t work.

“It wasn’t about Jules. You forget that while he raced under the French flag the Bianchi’s came from Milan. The Italian market is one Father wants to break into.” You got up and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of Prosecco from the fridge. It was a little flat after being open a few days and you swirled the drink around, watching the bubbles rise to the surface. “Father’s five year plan was for Jules to win a championship with Ferrari, cementing the name back into Italian households, and then train his new son-in-law to join the family business.”

The silence was heavy but Charles eventually recovered from staring out the window deep in thought. “Did Jules know this?”

“He knew enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“He knew he was important enough to blackmail my father, kind of ballsy if you ask me, but it worked. Jules threatened to quit racing if he revoked the funding for your driving academy.” You drank down the Prosecco in a few unladylike gulps before refilling it as the bitterness in your belly grew. “Must have been nice to have someone fight all your battles.”

“I’m trying to help you now, but you’re being stubborn,” Charles said as he crossed the room and took the bottle away. “I don’t understand why.”

“You don’t understand? Maybe it’s because you treated me like shit for years and I can’t trust you.”

“I thought Jules didn’t like you, I figured it had to be for a good reason.”

“No, you figured you could judge me without even trying to get to know me. That’s pretty fucking shitty, but you know what? I’ve come to expect it from everyone. The only person that’s ever treated me like a fucking human being is sitting right there.”

Charles followed the angry point of your finger to his brother and sighed. “I can’t change the past, okay, but I am trying to make up for it now. Please, just let me help you, it’s the least I can do - for you and for Jules. It’s just a job.”

You crossed your arms and tipped your chin back to look him in the eyes. “What makes you think I would even protect you? I could let you get mobbed and point them in the right direction.”

Charles smiled and you realised you were no longer impervious to the fact he was quite handsome but it was his words that shocked you more. “Because I believe you’re better than that.”

“That might be your biggest mistake.”

Charles held his hand out. “We will have to test it and see. Deal?”

You looked at Arthur and so much hope filled his face it was impossible to stomach the idea of watching it fall away. So, you shook Charles’ hand and swore you heard Jules’ laugh in the seagulls' cries. Yeah, he would probably be laughing, he always laughed when you made a mistake.

“There’s no use crying, lapinette, might as well laugh and learn,” Jules would say.

You only wondered just how bad this latest lesson in the school of hard-knocks would be.

Part Four.

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Like Father Like Son Pt.2

Read the original from @exploratorytfs here.

It's been three years since that bizarre twist of fate turned my life upside down, or should I say, right side up. Looking back now, I can't help but smirk at the irony of it all. I won't tell my dad (yeah, I definitely think of him as my dad now), but the truth is, the body swap wasn't entirely an accident.

I just wanted to give him a taste of my carefree lifestyle, show him that growing up and being mature isn’t all it's cracked up to be. So, I went online and found a way for us to swap.

I never meant for it to be permanent. I mean, who would want to stay in someone else's body forever? But the moment I found myself in his shoes, staring at the world through his eyes, I knew I had hit the jackpot. His body, his life—it all felt like a perfect fit.

It had only been a day, but I didn’t want to ever leave. What was I gonna do now? I couldn't imagine going back to my old life, to the mundane routine and endless expectations. No, this was where I belonged. But how could I make it permanent without causing even more chaos?

Surprisingly, my dad seemed content in my old body, reveling in the responsibility of it all. He didn't seem eager to find a way to swap back, and I couldn't help but gloat inwardly. It was almost too easy—I had traded up in every possible way.

Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a surge of excitement coursed through me. The chiseled jawline, the toned, youthful physique, the effortless charm—it was like I had been upgraded to the deluxe model. And as much as I tried to suppress it, I couldn't help but revel in the undeniable satisfaction of it all.

So when my dad brought up the idea of making the swap permanent, I didn't hesitate. "Hell yeah, Dad," I replied with a smirk, savoring the taste of victory.

We hashed out the details over dinner, but in my mind, it was already a done deal. And just like that, the deal was sealed. Sure, there are moments when I feel a twinge of guilt for keeping my dad's body, but then I remembered how much better I look in it, and the guilt just turned to horniness. After all, who wouldn’t want to be me.

Shortly thereafter, I signed a modeling contract – of course, who wouldn’t wanna see a body like this? Every photoshoot, every runway strut, only served to reinforce my belief that I had made the right choice.

My dad was so excited for me and gave me his sports car as a present for that and my birthday. He told me to be careful with it like the responsible guy he is. I promised him I would be, but I speed down the highway blasting music. After all, a hot young jock like me has to do that! … But I'll let him think he's having a good influence on me.

Through my modeling gig, I met my boyfriend James. He embodied everything I found irresistible: tall, dark, and undeniably handsome. What intrigued me even more was that he had no clue this body wasn't originally mine. That really turned me on.

Even though I'm used to living this life by now and fully think of myself as Nathan, I still get a thrill every time he calls me by my name. Just last week, we were having a night of passionate sex. As he pressed me down onto the bed in missionary, he thrust back and forth in slow. deep strokes.

Rubbing his right thumb in circles around my left nipple, he leaned down to kiss me. I looked up at him in awe. Smirking back had me he said in a husky voice, “I love you Nathan.”

Before I knew it, I was shooting my load across his thick, muscular chest.

Mixed in with the pleasure, I had to laugh to myself. In a way, I got what I wanted. Nathan (or at least his body) definitely is living his youth now.

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Oneshot: Trouble

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x Innocent!Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44157645

Summary: Ellie's gone. She ran away a while ago, after she discovered Joel's lie. It was a lie he had to make for his own sake because he couldn't handle losing her but still, he lost her. Now, he walks the wasteland alone, searching for purpose…and that's when he stumbles onto you. A bright, young woman who had gotten through the worst of it without losing her innocence to a world gone mad. If only you knew what was in store for you now that Joel has found a new person to latch onto…

Word Count: 8.2k+

A/N: As always, please read through ALL the warnings before proceeding: porn with plot, dead dove: do not eat (this story is not for the faint of heart so don't say i didn't warn ya), borderline non-con, dark!joel miller, loss of virginity, dom/sub undertones, age gap, use of the word "daddy"/"baby girl", bondage, forced orgasms, gunplay, praise kink, somnophilia, size difference, genuine fear/peril, death threats, cum play, rough sex, sexual coercion, squirting, breeding kink (unprotected piv, possible pregnancy/pregnancy talk), angst, mentions of violence, degradation, references to death

This fic will contain spoilers to TLOU Part One, so if you haven't played the game, please be aware that I will be referencing canon events. Hope you enjoy the sinister Joel I've made up and yes, I did based the physical description off Pedro Pascal's portrayal of Joel ~ ♡

It's been months since Ellie left Joel. He had gone out to look for supplies, since she had been sick. It wasn't until he got back and saw that she had taken up everything she could carry that he realized it had all been an act to let his guard down.

He had thought they were past what had happened at the hospital, since it's been almost five years, but the truth is…he knew what he had done was unforgivable. She was the cure. She wanted to die for the cause. She knew what she had to do but he was the one who wasn't ready to let her go.

This is the price he will pay for it.

It breaks Joel down more and more every day that passes as he scavenges the east coast, hoping he'll find clues of Ellie's whereabouts somewhere. Though, he taught her well, which meant he was almost certain she'd be hard to find.

If she's smart, which he knows she is, Ellie would've made it to the north before the winter began. That way, there's no chance of Joel ever catching up to her in the snow.

With a heavy sigh, Joel makes his trek up the state highway, weaving through abandoned cars. He'll be in New York soon. There once was a station there, but it quickly grew overcrowded and fell soon after.

Not enough food for people to eat, not enough protection for people to survive.

The infected would be roaming in the city, but Joel knew to avoid the densely populated areas. He didn't want trouble.

And yet, trouble always finds him.

Trouble had a name this time. Your name, though he didn't know it just yet.

Instead, as he watches you from a distance, Joel calls you baby girl in his mind, seeing how much younger you were than him. It was obvious you were older than Ellie though. You were an adult, a young one, but an adult all the same. It makes him wonder how you ended up here all alone.

You're humming to yourself, as if the thought of a threat nearby didn't phase you. It's a song he has heard before. Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks. He can almost hear the guitar riff, but it wasn't anything he could play.

However, at this moment, he wished he could.

Seeing you happily whispering the lyrics to yourself as you take down your laundry fills Joel with a kind of desire that taints his soul. It's dark and twisted, the way he wants to bottle up your joy and keep it all for himself.

How could you be so carefree in a world gone mad? It's as if no one has ever hurt you before.

Maybe…you didn't even know the infected existed.

That's impossible, but it looks like you're completely self-sufficient. You have a lake house and he can see the fishing equipment. You also have a garden with rotating crops that are growing well despite the incoming winter.

Who taught you to live life like this?

Peaceful, alone, without a care.

Joel is almost…disappointed. He'd imagine if anyone else had stumbled upon you, you'd be taken easily. You were like the easiest prey for a hungry predator, since you were clueless to the danger you could be in.

It makes Joel want to protect you…but it also makes him want to own you. There's an insatiable need to show you how much you need him to keep you safe, from people just like him.

So, that's exactly what he's going to do. Joel will make you his. He will weave himself into your life until you can't possibly live without him anymore.

That way, you'd never leave him like Ellie did…

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Today's catch went swimmingly, as it always does. You reeled in enough to have extra to dry into tasty jerky. Winter is approaching and you start to see your breath in the air, knowing that a storm is brewing. You'll have to start chopping some more firewood to store in the basement in case it's an extra cold winter. The temperature has been dropping every passing year, while the summers have gotten hotter.

You're thankful you won't have to think about summer preparations right now. Having to deal with those forest fires took up so much of your time. Winter is destructive as well, but at least it requires you to stay in instead of slave away all day.

Another winter alone, though. You let out a sigh at the thought. How long has it been since everyone you loved passed away?

You're tired of burying people…

Last month, you had to clean up the house a few miles down the lake. You hated having to do it, but your parents taught you well. The moment someone died, you needed to put them out of their misery or they'd fester and become worse creatures than the resurrected undead.

So, you put a bullet in their head and dug a grave for them. Then, you would spend hours rummaging through their house for any supplies before giving it a good thorough cleaning. It was your way of laying them to rest.

You'll miss that man though. Neither of you exchanged names, but you would trade fish for some of his pepper plants. Sometimes, he'd have canned goods for you that he had made himself. You still have some in your basement now. That'll help for the winter.

All these thoughts help you get through deboning your catch. You light up your wood fire stove so you can make a serving of stew and start the dehydrating process. It isn't until everything is in the pot that you register the rustling outside.

Is that the wind or…no, it can't be.

No one ever comes around these parts. It's so hidden by the trees that only an experienced person would think someone lives out here. That's sort of why your parents bought this house. It was secluded in the best kind of way, which aided a lot when everything went to shit. You were born here, raised here and will likely die here.

However, you weren't expecting that day to come so soon. Whoever is out there…they won't hurt you, will they? Your nerves heighten as you walk towards your door, debating if you should grab your gun.

You don't, because the person knocks.

It's a gentle knock, just three light taps. You calm down a little at that. You figure if it was a malicious person, they'd just break down your door. You haven't ever encountered a malicious person before, since you try not to believe everyone is bad. The people you know have all been kind, despite everything.

You hope this person will be the same.

So, you open your door and…

"Hello there." The older man at your doorstep says in his southern accent. "I was just passing through and I noticed you had a fire going. I don't mean to bother, but would it be alright for me to spend the night here, away from the cold?"

You look the man up and down. He doesn't seem like a threat, though he does have a rifle on his back and a pistol tucked at his belt. He's wearing a brown jacket with a flannel underneath along with several other layers that look like they're getting soaked through from the light snow that's starting already. He has a patchy beard with some grays in it along with soft brown hair that matches his eyes.

The man doesn't look intimidating, besides the weapons he's carrying.

So, you do what your parents had always done when people stumbled upon your little house and tell him, "you can stay the night if you agree to bury your weapons somewhere outside. There's a shovel out back. Choose any spot away from my garden, please."

"I will happily take that offer, thank you." His voice is smooth and gentle, so you ease up a little as you watch him leave to go fulfill your request.

The man returns later with just his bag and as a show of faith, he empties it at the doorstep so you can see what he has in it. You notice how few supplies he has, so you sift through your cabinets for some spare canned goods.

"You can have these." You bring them to him. "I've got plenty."

"You're very kind." He gives you a brief smile before taking the cans from you. "Are you always this welcoming to strangers?"

"I wouldn't call you a stranger. You're simply a traveler passing through. Nothing strange about that in our world."

You quickly leave after you say that to give him a change of clothes, since his are soaked and the spare in his bag doesn't look very warm.

"Would you like to use my bath?" You ask, pointing over at the bathroom down the hall. "I haven't heated any water, so it'll be a minute, but you can take a nice, warm bath if you'd like."

"That sounds wonderful." He seems pleased with your offer. "You're a very good girl, treating me with such hospitality."

"We all deserve some normalcy." You leave him with those words so you can go start the fire for the bath water.

It takes around half an hour to boil enough water in intervals, since your stove is quite small and you can only carry so much water at a time. Though, the man, who lets you know that his name is Joel, helps with that, lugging the pot of water back and forth for you until the tub is filled. You tell him to take his time and that dinner will be ready whenever he's done.

When Joel finishes his bath, he meets you in the kitchen and you pour him a bowl of stew, which you invite him to eat by the fire. You've already eaten your portion so you opt to spend time organizing stock since the storm is coming in stronger than you anticipated. You haven't harvested your winter vegetables yet and you should probably do that now before they get buried.

"Something on your mind?" That southern accent sounds close now and you look up to see Joel standing beside you, empty bowl in his hand. "Thanks for the stew, it was delicious."

You smile, taking it from him so you can quickly wipe it clean and set it aside. Then, you answer his question with a light sigh, "I didn't expect the snow to start falling so quickly. I need to go out and salvage what I can from my garden before I'm snowed in."

"Can I help with that?" Joel offers and you shake your head.

"I can't ask you to do that. You just bathed, plus you're my guest."

"I can always bathe again. You shouldn't be out there alone right now. Let me help." His voice has this tinge of leadership in it that makes you want to follow him, so you eventually agree.

"Alright. In exchange, you can have some of the harvest." You make him a deal.

"Can I ask for something else?" Joel catches you by surprise with that. "Would it be okay if I stayed here until the storm ended?"

"Oh…" He's right. If the storm has started already, he'd be stranded out there if you kicked him out tomorrow.

But, is it really smart to spend an entire storm with a man you've just met?

You can't let him trek through the storm though, so you tell him, "if you help me with some repairs around the house, then you can stay as long as you'd like."

"I'd like that." His smile makes your heart skip a beat.

The rest of the evening is spent shoveling snow and pulling out as many vegetables as you and Joel can carry back and forth to the house before the storm gets significantly worse. You're both soaked head to toe and you're freezing once you both get back into the house. The fire isn't going to warm you up, so you'll definitely need a bath. But, you don't want Joel to get sick, so you offer to have him bathe first, but he declines, since you need to too.

"One of us is going to get sick waiting to bathe." You tell him as you start boiling the water for the bath.

"Then why don't we bathe together?"

Your ears must have been deceiving you and you turn to Joel, who is peeling off his soaked outer layer. He doesn't seem phased at all by what he just said but you're flustered.

"H-how would that work?" You're suddenly feeling warm all over, despite your shivering.

"It'll be like sharing a hot tub." He says with a chuckle. "Just keep your underwear on. I can keep my shirt on too, if you're more comfortable that way."

Now you're embarrassed for a whole other reason. Why did you just assume he meant getting into the bath with him naked? There's no way he'd ask that of you and you feel bad that you even thought such a thing.

"That would work. You don't have to keep your shirt on, but I think I will." You're too shy to be that bare in front of him, but keeping your shirt and underwear on is fine. He doesn't say anything else about it as you both start prepping the bath once again.

When it's ready, you realize there's another problem with this scenario. It's not all that big of a bath. How would you both fit?

"You'll just have to sit between my legs." Joel tells you while he strips. "I'll get in first and guide you into a comfortable position."

You let him take the lead, though you turn away when he pulls off his shirt and don't turn back until you hear him get into the bath. Then, you strip as quickly as you can, leaving yourself in just your shirt and underwear. Joel puts his hand out and you take it, letting him help you in. He has you sitting between his legs, with your back against his chest, and…it's oddly nice.

The bath water is very warm and your shirt rises a little since there's air under it, so you try your best to smooth it out, though that doesn't help much.

"Do you want to take it off?" Joel asks you, his warm breath tickling the back of your ear.

"I…" You would but… "I'm not wearing anything underneath."

You aren't the biggest fan of bras. They're only good when you're exercising or doing some heavy lifting and don't want your breasts to get in the way. So, you don't wear them regularly unless you feel the need to.

"I won't look." He rests his chin on your head. "I'll keep my eyes up so you can get comfy."

That would be nice. It's odd how easy things are around Joel because you feel like you can trust him to do as he says, so you opt to pull off your shirt, tossing it aside. It hits the floor, the wet sound echoing through the room. You adjust yourself so that your breasts are submerged beneath the water and when you tilt your head up, Joel has his lifted to the ceiling, not stealing any glances at you.

Though, it wasn't his eyes you should've been worried about. You hadn't noticed where his hands were resting until you felt one of them slide up to cup your breast and the other slips down into your underwear. You're about to say something but then Joel rolls his thumb over your nipple and you can't stop the light moan that leaves your lips at the sudden sensation.

"Does that feel good, baby girl?" He whispers right into your ear with such sultry affection. "Do you want daddy to keep touching you like this?"

Before you can reply, Joel presses a finger against your entrance and forces his way into you, making you gasp. Your toes curl when his finger does, filling you up so much out of nowhere. It's nothing like when you touch yourself and in combination with his other hand teasing your breasts, you can't hold in the soft whimpers from how good it feels.

You need to tell him to stop, but then he thrusts another finger inside of you and you cry out from how much he's stretching you out. You've never been this full before.

"You're so tight." That word lingers in the air and you're getting dizzy from his seductive tone. "Has no one ever touched you before?"

You shake your head, not knowing why you're able to answer him but not able to tell him to stop…

"Are you telling me this is all mine?" He pushes up against a spot inside of you with his fingers that makes your whole body shiver in reaction. "You're sucking me in, baby girl. I'm jealous of my own fingers."

There's so many questions you want to ask him, like why he's doing this to you and why it feels good even though you shouldn't want a random man you just met to touch you, but none of those questions can be asked when every breath you take is stolen by a moan or whimper.

Something's building inside of you, that tension you've only felt on occasion when you've been bored and masturbated. However, this is even more intense than those times, because you're not the one setting the pace.

Joel is aggressive with his touch, fingering you at a pace you wouldn't be able to. Then, every now and then, he spreads them, reminding you of how big his fingers are as they stretch you out.

You're on the cusp of your orgasm and that scares you.

Why are you about to cum from this?

Why aren't you stopping him!

"Don't hold it in." He urges you to let go. "Cum for your daddy."

You're not my—you can't seem to finish your own thoughts because he's forcing your orgasm onto you, his fingers ruthlessly grinding against that spot inside of you that makes you cum hard. You're thankful you're in the bath right now because you swore, you squirted for the first time. You've never came that much before, tears streaming down your eyes from the intensity of it.

The pleasure sears every inch of your skin, making it hotter than before and the steam from the bath isn't helping your mind calm down. You're getting lost in that daze and it's not ending.

Especially not when Joel keeps going and he adds another finger, spreading you wide open. You're gasping for air from how filled you feel and he must not like that because he takes his other hand and shoves his fingers into your mouth. You gag on them, not expecting to have his fingers invade your mouth, but he doesn't care that you feel that way.

Instead, he goes, "be a good girl and enjoy yourself."

You wonder how you're supposed to enjoy yourself when your mouth is as full as your pussy is but soon enough, you understand. Every moan you want to make is forced back down your throat by his fingers and it's hard to breathe like this but that just causes your body to tense up more around his fingers. They're hitting you so deep inside that you're going to cum again all too quickly.

You try to tell him to stop but your words come out all gurgled up from the saliva pooling up in your mouth since his fingers are playing with your tongue. You're practically drooling and you try to swallow, but that means you have to suck on his fingers to do so, which only riles him up more.

"That's good practice, baby girl." He encourages you to keep doing that to prepare yourself for something else. "I can't wait to bury my cock in this pretty little mouth and your tight wet pussy."

You're on the verge of tears again and you don't know if it's out of fear or arousal as you get closer and closer to your next orgasm. You don't want his cock anywhere near you but you realize then that he's been pressing his hard cock up against your back this whole time. If you thought his fingers filled you up, you were certain his cock would break you.

You start to panic, trying to shove his arm away from you so he can stop fingering you but that only angers him. So, Joel retaliates by pulling his fingers out of your mouth and wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing it hard.

"Don't make me kill you." He threatens and you go completely still. "I don't want to, but if you keep misbehaving, I will."

"Please…" You sob out of pure fear. "Don't hurt me."

"I would never want to hurt you. You're my precious girl, so don't make me do anything I don't want to, okay?" He lightens his hold on your neck then and you inhale as much air as you can, trying to find your composure. "You're going to cum for me again and then I'm going to take you to bed. Understood?"

You don't want to say it but he'll kill you if you don't so you nod and tell him, "I understand."

"Address me correctly when you're talking to me." His fingers press into your neck, as a little warning.

You swallow your nerves then go, "I understand, daddy."

"Good girl. Daddy likes it when you listen." He gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, changing his tone all too easily. "Now, let me spoil my baby girl."

You brace yourself as his fingers curl their way back inside of you, going much more gently this time. Strangely, it's not enough to get you close. His pace is too slow, too soft, and you're trembling from how much you want him to be rougher with you.

"Say what you want." It's like he can read your thoughts. "Tell me and I'll do it for you."

You shouldn't say anything but your body is craving that feeling too much, so you give in and say, "more, please. I want more."

"Do you want me to go faster?" He asks as he does exactly that and you nod profusely. He suddenly slows though, so you know what you have to do.

"Yes, daddy, please go faster." You say what he wants to hear and he ramps up the speed again, giving you what you need. "Please don't stop, I'm so close…"

"I want to see it." Joel growls in your ear before you hear a pop and the plug in the tub is no longer in place. The water suddenly drains out rapidly and you stiffen at the cold air hitting your warm skin. "You better cum a lot for me."

You don't know what he means until he starts to move his fingers side by side inside of you and you squirt uncontrollably, screaming from how forceful he is at drawing your orgasm out of you. You can't think straight because you can't stop cumming, every orgasm gushing out of you against your will.

"Stop!" You shout because it's too much, you're too sensitive now and you're going to pass out. "I keep cumming, I keep–"

"That's good." He slowly corrupts you. "You want to keep cumming. You want to drown in the pleasure only I can give you. Enjoy it, baby girl."

And you do.

You hate how much you end up enjoying it, bathing in such bliss. It consumes you completely…and you faint somewhere along the way. You've never felt so good before. Your body can't handle it and you pass out from the high…

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Joel dries your hair for you while you're unconscious. He likes how peaceful you look, having fallen asleep to the orgasms he gave you. He wants you to look like this everyday and he'll make sure it happens.

A sweet girl like you deserves to be treated well.

Maybe that's why he can't resist touching you in your sleep. Joel watches as your chest begins to rise and fall more and more with every gentle stroke of his fingers. You're getting so wet for him now. He wonders what you're dreaming of and if he's in it.

He'd like to be. He wants you to only think of him. He's the only one that you need. He's the only one that matters. No one else will take you from him.

Joel refuses to make the same mistake twice. He loved Ellie like a daughter, raising her to be a strong woman. A woman strong enough to leave him in the dust because of a lie he made.

So, he has to be more careful with you. You're malleable, he's certain of that. You'll need some persuading, but you'll listen to him. First, out of fear, but eventually, out of love.

All he needs to do is tie you to him the only way he knows will work…by making you fall for him.

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It isn't until you wake that you realize your body is still heated from all the orgasms. You're aching from the waist down and you wonder why…until you see Joel between your legs, his tongue dragging up and down your pussy like he's starved for your taste.

How long has he been…you can't even formulate the sentence because he flicks your clit with his tongue and you squirt just a little from how overstimulated you are. A whimper leaves your lips because of it that draws Joel's attention to you and he smiles, happy to see you awake.

"How did you sleep?" His voice is so eerily calm…

You're unsure of how to answer that, so you ask back, "did you sleep?"

He nods. "I slept great, holding you in my arms."

"How long have I been asleep?" You're confused…

"A little over two days."

Your eyes widen at his words. Have you really been passed out for that long?

"Why are you down there?" If you've been asleep, why is he touching you?

"I needed to make sure whenever you were awake that you'd be nice and ready for me." He teases your entrance with three of his fingers before slipping each one inside of you slowly.

You brace yourself, expecting for the sudden stretch to hurt but…it doesn't. His fingers feel thick inside of you, but it's not anything you can't handle.

What did he do to you while you were asleep…

"You're almost ready for me, baby girl." His thumb presses lightly on your clit when he says that, sending shivers through you. "I've opened you up as best I could."

"Please, Joel…" You plead to him. "I don't want this."

"Your body says otherwise." He tells you as he curls his fingers and you nearly cum just from that. "See, you want this. Why are you running from it?"

"You're not giving me a choice." He's throwing himself at you and you're unable to stop him.

"I did give you a choice." Your breath catches in your throat when you hear the safety of your pistol flick off and Joel presses the barrel against your bare chest, right where your heart is. You only notice then that you're completely naked. "Either I kill you, or you enjoy my touch. I had assumed you'd chosen the latter, but if I'm wrong…"

His finger hovers over the trigger and you shake your head profusely, not wanting to die like this, not when his fingers are still teasing your insides. It's unbearable, the weight of the gun on your chest while his fingertips drag along that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

So, you succumb to the scenario you've found yourself in, "you're not wrong. I want this. I'll enjoy myself. I promise."

"Then, cum." He commands, keeping the gun steady on your chest. "Show me you're being honest."

You bite your lip and choke back your own dignity as you grind your hips against his hand, thrusting his fingers inside of you the way you need them to. You gasp when he starts to follow your rhythm, pushing you closer to the edge. It's a great distraction, because you barely notice the way he's trailing the pistol up your chest, but you're well aware of it when it brushes against your lips, forcing you to part them open.

Before you can beg him not to, Joel rests the barrel of the pistol in your mouth, the cold metal coating every one of your taste buds. You gag a little when he drags it against your tongue, but you can't focus on it while his fingers are inside of you. Tears start to stream from your eyes out of sheer terror and the most warped and frightening smile curves on Joel's face the moment he sees you.

That's when he undoes the safety of the pistol yet again and rests his finger on the trigger, his voice more menacing than ever as he goes, "cum for me right now or I'll blow your brains out, baby girl."

Every muscle in your body tightens at the threat and that's all it takes for the tension in your body to explode. You can't tell if you're screaming or moaning as your orgasm ripples through you violently, locking up every sense with nothing but pleasure. You can't feel, you can't see, you can't think.

All you can do is cum because that's what he wants from you.

Relief washes over you when Joel pulls the gun out of your mouth and tucks it away behind his back. His fingers release you from their hold and an empty feeling is tainting your mind. You've been so full for so long that it feels…wrong to be hollow.

How much has he corrupted you? How long is he going to stay until you're exactly what he needs you to be?

His baby girl…

You need to get out of here. You need to run. You need to fight Joel for your life back because you can't be his.

And yet, you can't find it in yourself to shove him away.

Not when he's whispering so softly to you, "good girl, that must've felt great. Let me make you feel even better now."

It isn't until you feel the tip of his cock press against your pussy that you snap back to the reality of it all. You're going to have your first time right now and he's going to fuck you raw.

The last bit of rationality courses through you as you plead, "please, don't do this. I don't have any condoms, I don't want to–"

"It's okay, darlin'." His southern accent sends shivers down your spine. "This is what you were meant for. This is what your body craves. Just let it happen and I'll take care of you."

You claw at his chest the moment he starts to force his way inside of you, his cock stretching you out more than his fingers did. You've never felt this kind of pressure before as he opens you up with every thrust. He doesn't like that you're trying to fight him, so the next time you shove at him, he smacks you right across the face. You gasp at the feeling and he pushes more of himself inside your swollen pussy then, smiling.

"You're so tight and yet you're taking every inch of me." Joel suddenly grabs you by your hair, pulling you forward so you can stare at the way his cock is slowly disappearing inside of you. "Almost there, just a bit more."

"Let me go." You cry out, wanting him to take his hand out of your hair. "Please, it hurts."

"Grab onto the headboard and I will." He makes you a deal and you listen, wrapping your hands around the metal.

His hand leaves your hair, letting your head drop back onto your pillow, and you relax just a bit. It doesn't last though, not when he pulls out a piece of fabric from his pocket and binds your wrists.

"Now, hold on tight, baby girl." His hands rest at your hips now, gripping your flesh. "I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

You don't understand what he means until he pulls his cock out of you and rams it back inside, hilting all of a sudden. He's too deep, too big and all too much for you.

You try to say something but he raises his hand at you before you can, instructing, "if you want to speak, you better address me correctly or I will have to teach you a lesson."

You swallow at his threat, your throat going dry. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you're scared to say anything but you want him to be gentle. He'll break you if he keeps being this rough.

So, you stuff your pride away and beg, "please go slowly, daddy."

His smile softens then, liking how you've listened, and he rewards you by rolling his hips, letting you get used to him being inside of you, grinding himself back and forth against every spot that makes your pussy tingle.

It's starting to feel good and that's frightening because you're biting back your whimpers. You can't enjoy this. It's wrong. He's taking you by force and yet your body is desperate enough to meet him halfway, wanting more.

"Does my baby girl enjoy being fucked?" Joel adjusts a bit so that he can thrust upwards into you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "Tell me you do."

You keep your mouth shut, not wanting to say a word, and he doesn't like that at all. So, when you're right at the cusp of your orgasm, he pulls out of you, leaving you struggling against your restraints.

"If you want it, say it." He starts to rub his hard cock against your pussy, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of it. It's torture because it's not enough to get you there.

You need more. You need him inside of you.

Joel takes his time to torment you, dipping into you just a bit before pulling out, dropping his cock over and over again on your pussy, rubbing circles around your clit.

Eventually, you can't handle the denial anymore so you cave and go, "please fuck me. I want to cum."

"Say it again." He wants you to embarrass yourself further and your skin burns from it.

"I want to cum. Please fuck me. I need you, daddy." You add on, hoping that's enough.

It is, because the moment he thrusts inside of you, you cum. You cum all over his cock and he rewards you by fucking you harder, making your orgasm even more intense. You're gasping for air because it doesn't seem to stop. You're throbbing inside and every thrust sends such waves of pleasure through you.

"You're milking my cock so well." He praises you. "Someone's desperate for my cum."

Your eyes widen when you realize he must be close from the way he's pumping into you and you panic, "please cum outside, don't cum in me."

"How am I supposed to cum outside when you're not letting me go?" He tries to pull out but your pussy is gripping onto him too tightly.

"No, don't, please." You can't get pregnant. You can't have a baby with a man you've just met. You can't…but he won't let you decide otherwise.

"You'll feel so much better once you're all filled up." Joel reassures you in the worst way possible. "Soon, you'll beg for it."

There's no way you would. Why would you ever want such a thing?

"Enjoy it." He says sweetly to you, looking at you with such affection. "We won't be able to fuck much when you're pregnant, so it's best to make every time count."

You want to ask why he wants you of all people, a random girl he met in the middle of the woods in the winter, but you're certain he won't have an answer. Perhaps this was all just bad timing and even worse luck.

It doesn't feel like much at first, when he finishes inside of you. It's hot and it spills out of you when he pulls away. Joel takes his time, pushing as much cum as he can back inside of you. You hate the orgasms you have from that simple action.

It isn't until the second time that it feels…primal. You can't explain it, but when he's fucking you like a feral animal, you find yourself leaning into it. Your body isn't in tune with your mind anymore. It's not listening to your pleas because it knows it feels good to be taken by him. He never hurts you unless you do something he doesn't like, which is rare. He only ever wants you to feel pleasure.

Days go by of this, of just…constant breeding. You will sleep, then wake up, fuck, have breakfast, fuck, have lunch, fuck, do house chores then fuck in the shower afterwards, then eat dinner which always ends with you bend over the dining table because you're the meal he's actually hungry for. This cycle repeats until you get your period.

The disappointment on Joel's face stings. It's like you failed him. You couldn't give him what he wanted. You don't like the feeling…but a tiny voice in your head reminds you that you shouldn't want to please him anyways.

During your period, Joel teaches you how to suck his cock, since he can't fuck you. As a reward for learning, he caters to you, helping you with your cramps, rubbing your belly when it aches, cuddling you like you're the love of his life. It's…jarring, to say the least. You'll go from him fucking your face to him caressing your back and whispering sweet words to you.

Run. That tiny voice yells into the abyss that is your mind right now. Run far away from here.

You want to listen but…where would you go? You grew up here. You don't know anywhere else. This is your home and he's the intruder.

An intruder who's making himself at home.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Joel asks because you've tensed up against him, your thoughts influencing your nerves.

"A little." You lean into his chest, not because you want to, but because he's warm and the winter has been cold. "I'll be okay."

"You'll always be okay, baby girl." He presses a soft kiss on your forehead, taking in a long breath before saying, "I'll keep you safe."

Safe from who? You wonder, because you aren't safe from him…

❅❅❅❅❅

Another month passes and you're late. You counted the days, mainly because Joel made you, and you're late. You've never been late before, which can only mean…

"We won't know for sure, but we can find out." You suggest. "There's a convenience store a few miles up. There's no food there, but there's plenty of pregnancy tests. I remember seeing them."

You chew on the inside of your cheek, hoping he'll take the bait. Please say yes.

You need to get him away from your house. You need to kill him but you can't do it here. You need to do it somewhere he isn't familiar with.

A place where you know a gun is hidden.

"Better to be sure." Joel agrees to the trip. "But you're coming with me."

"Okay." You knew you'd have to. "I'd like to walk with you. It's a nice hike, now that the snow has melted."

The rest of the day is spent preparing for the day trip. When it's finally time to sleep, you're surprised to feel Joel's cock harden behind you as he spoons you. He rubs himself against you and you hate how your body reacts to it, leaning into the feeling.

"Just to be sure." He whispers to you and you know what he means. He doesn't have to say much else.

You feel him nudge you until you're on your hands and knees and he's situated behind you, pulling down your pajama pants. Joel lines his cock up at your entrance and in one single motion, he fills you to the very brim. You can't hold in your moan, not when his body is pressing down onto you, engulfing you completely as he starts to pound into you.

"How does it feel to be mine, my sweet baby girl?" He asks, his hips meeting your ass perfectly.

"So good." You don't lie because you know it'll be the last time you do this with him. "Please don't stop, daddy."

"Never." He says, grabbing you by your hair so that he can kiss the back of your head. "I wouldn't dream of letting you go."

With his hand still in your hair, Joel continues to fuck you from behind, tugging you back to meet him. His lips on yours are sloppy, but you kiss him back, feeling connected with him on all levels. Your body moves against his in perfect harmony and you drown in the moment

It isn't until he whispers the words "I love you" that your heart pinches just a bit, remembering the reality. You're going to kill him tomorrow, this man who loves you in a sick and twisted way.

"Fill me up." You whisper back, giving him something else, since you can't give him your love. "I need you, Joel."

That's enough for him to finish inside of you, the heat spilling into you in waves. His cock pulses inside of you for a few moments before he pulls out and lays back beside you.

You go back to the way you were laying before, and he spoons you to sleep. You wonder what it'll feel like to sleep alone, now that you've slept with someone for this long.

You're going to miss it…maybe even him too…

❅❅❅❅❅

Now that the snow has thawed, the ground is much less muddy. You still had to wear your boots, which aren't uncomfortable but they're harder to run in. You don't think you'll need to run but…you want to stay prepared.

Joel tells you a bit more about himself on the walk to the convenience store. You're unsure if you want to know more about the man you're about to kill, but you can't refuse him, so you listen.

You don't expect him to tell you about Sarah…but now everything makes sense. Perhaps, he's been waiting for a chance to make things right. To raise a child who won't end up dying in his arms and leaving him forever.

You clutch your stomach when he's not looking, scared of your own mind. Scared that the tiny voice in your head is now whispering guilty thoughts…

You can't. It's not reasonable to have a child in a world like this. Especially not with a man like him.

You say that, but Joel has warped you in a different way. You won't lie and say you won't miss him when he's gone. It's hard not to miss someone you've spent the last two months getting to know in more intimate ways than two normal strangers would.

As a war breaks out in your mind, you and Joel get to the convenience store. The front glass is shattered, but it's always been like that. Looters at the very beginning of it all broke it, which is why there's moss going on the shards that were left behind. That's what your parents told you.

You miss them more and more with each passing day. They were well-prepared to have you, knowing they've set up a little oasis in the middle of disaster.

You can't have this child with Joel. You're ill-prepared to be a mother. You're unsure if Joel would even be a good father, even if he claims that's all he wants to be.

Would a good father taint someone else's daughter the way he has tainted you?

You hold back your sigh as you and Joel walk over the glass to get into the store. It's a small store, so it's not difficult to find what you're looking for. You wonder if these will even work, since they probably have an expiration date, but you just have to know.

For your own sake, more than Joel's.

Once you've packed a fair amount of pregnancy tests into your bag, you tell Joel that you've stashed some canned goods behind the counter in the off chance you might get stuck out and about, and you wanted to check if they were still there. It's not a lie, but you stashed a gun there too.

So, you go to the floorboard you hid everything under and pull it open and—

The sound of a gun's safety flicking off freezes you in your tracks. You swallow, hard.

Fuck, did Joel figure it out? You're too frightened to look up, scared that you'll be staring into the barrel of a gun.

But then, a new voice appears and she goes, "step away from her, Joel."

You glance up then and your eyes meet the girl's for a second. She's young, maybe barely eighteen, and yet she wields the gun you had hidden in the floorboards like she's used to handling them. That thought should worry you, but you're more worried about how she knows Joel.

Did he…do something to her too?

"Ellie, please." Joel pleads, his hands up. "Don't take her away from me."

"I know what you did to her." Ellie has her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot him. "I saw what she put in her bag."

"She's pregnant. We're going to be a family." He tries to reason with her. "Come back with us. We have a home. You'll have a little brother or sister soon. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"You're sick, Joel." She gestures for you to come over to her and even though Joel's eyes pierce into yours to stop you, you still make the trek over to her. Once you're securely behind her, she continues her harsh words to Joel, "you don't know what it means to be family. Family wouldn't do this, wouldn't do the things you've done."

"I can change. I can do better. I'm sorry."

You've never seen Joel so weak before. The once scary man that held you captive is now cowering before this girl.

"Sorry won't bring them back." Ellie tells him and you wonder what she means by that. "So, don't come looking for us. I'm taking her and I'm leaving now."

"Please, don't take her." He begs, his voice cracking as he goes, "I love her."

You open your mouth to say something, but Ellie stops you. Maybe she knows what you're about to say, or maybe she just doesn't want you to say it back to him. Not that you would…right?

"This isn't love, Joel." She tells him for you. "Whatever this is…it sure as fuck isn't love. I'm sorry. You did this to yourself."

The moment those words leave her mouth, she shoots Joel. You cover your ears at the sudden sound as it echoes through the quiet.

You hear Joel scream and you realize then that Ellie didn't shoot him in the head. She shot him in the leg, so he couldn't catch up to you two.

"We have to go, now." She grabs your hand and you both start to run.

Run, that voice comes back in your mind, run and don't look back.

❅❅❅❅❅

You and Ellie take a break once you're a good distance away from the convenience store. You give her some of your water, since it looks like she's low on supplies. She asks you about what happened and…you tell her. Not in full detail, but enough.

"That fucker." She seems angry at Joel for more than just what he did to you, but you won't pry about what exactly.

"Who is he to you?" You ask Ellie, wanting to know that instead.

"He's trouble. The kind of trouble I need the strength to take care of before he hurts anyone else…" She says, the anger leaving her voice as a sadness seeps in, "but I'm not strong enough yet. I couldn't kill him…but I will one day."

You can tell she doesn't want to, and you understand why. You might be the only one out there who understands her because you feel the same way.

There's no way Joel isn't looking for you two.

So, your journey with Ellie begins. You're both on the run from Joel, but also finding the will to hunt him too. All while wondering if he's imprinting himself onto you the way he wanted to.

You press your hand on your stomach and chills run through you.

You should've known Joel was trouble the moment he walked through your front door…

A/N: I've always wanted to write a villain!joel since I feel like it actually fits his character a lot, if he was given the right set of circumstances. I also am a big fan of the "I need to kill him before he kills me" trope, but with a twist! The addition of Ellie in this part makes me really happy and gets my mind rolling. The latter half of this one-shot is very plot-heavy, which is new for me but I kind of like it? It really builds up to a possible sequel! So, if you're interested in a sequel, please let me know! This really does have the potential to be a whole series ♡

#the last of us fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us

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culturevulturette · 1 year

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I’ve loved this song since I was a kid and heard it late one night on my transister radio.

#a musical interlude #carefree highway #gordon lightfoot #r.i.p.

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stellarsagittarius · 11 months

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🪐 10th House Astro Observations 🪐

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✨️ Moon in 10th house or Moon conjunct MC - These natives tend to put a lot of value on their public image. They crave validation and are always looking forward to win everybody's hearts. These are naturally pretty social people and tend to respect other people's opinions very much over their own. These people are emotionally invested in their career and will do anything to stay on top. Their career is their safe space.

✨️ Virgo MC, especially the one with Pluto conjunct the Ascendant - These people come off as super serious looking. They have this aura that naturally calls you to get your shit in order. These people look strict and very particular. These natives tend to be very particular of cleanliness and always want things to be in a certain order. These people are very sharp minded and won't let silly mistakes slip away. They will make amazing managers and CEOs.

✨️ Lilith in 10th house - These people are envied heavily. They have a, "my way or the highway," attitude that might really tick some people off. They tend to attract plenty of jealous people who can't comprehend how the native is so carefree and always gets their way. These people are also very mysterious appearing.

✨️ I've noticed a lot of times when people try to guess celebrities' rising signs, they usually guess the MC as what is actually their rising sign. This tends to happen because we perceive a person through their social mask, ie, the Midheaven.

✨️ Gemini MCs are some people who are constantly in the talks. These people come off as very memorable due to their smart minds. They have the answer to almost everything and won't hesitate to let you know. The 'answer' can be both a fact or their own logic, and we can almost always trust a Gemini or Virgo's logic.

✨️ 10th house in a composite chart reveals how your relationship comes off to the world. Here is what your composite 10th house says about your relationship:

1. Aries 10th house - The passionate and adventurous couple

2. Taurus 10th house - The power couple

3. Gemini 10th house - The couple who knows everybody's business and is somehow everyone's business

4. Cancer 10th house - The homey/married-already couple

5. Leo 10th house - The IT couple

6. Virgo 10th house - The couple who has their shit together

7. Libra 10th house - The popular/influential couple

8. Scorpio 10th house - The super private couple

9. Sagittarius 10th house - The besties/partners in crime couple

10. Capricorn 10th house - The boss couple

11. Aquarius 10th house - The authentic couple who aren't afraid to be themselves

12. Pisces 10th house - The dreamy disney like couple

✨️ Your Moon in partner's 10th house synastry - You are very much concerned with their reputation. You have the need to know every detail of how their public life is, who they sit with, what do they do for work or if they are well respected by other people. You might be the one to advice them over their career. You are also very concerned with the people they work with, and you would want the whole world to know that you both are in a relationship.

✨️ Saturn conjunct MC - These people are the late bloomers. But often times it also shows that you are not concerned at all with what other people think of you. At the same time you are very disciplined regarding the matters of your career. You like to be in full control of your career, and are generally good at recognizing who is good for you in the long term and who isn't.

✨️ Your Venus in someone's 10th house - People love to see you both together and you bring this very special glow to this person's reputation. You bring very good energy to their career and social life. In a romantic sense, people might see you as their 'perfect partner'. People somehow just love it when you are around this person. And they might even feel that the 10th house person keeps you around because you either raise their reputation in some way or that you enhance their value.

✨️ 2nd, 6th, and 10th house trine, especially in earth signs - These people are extremely diligent and responsible. They don't waste time and they clearly know how to achieve something. They people have a really good workflow and are more productive than the rest of us.

✨️ Chart ruler in the 10th house - These people are super motivated regarding their work and social life. They love to stay on top, and it'll be pretty natural to them because it's literally the focus of their life. They are naturally quick to pick on trends and seem to fit in very well with anyone.

✨️ Overall, major 10th house placements creates a person that is socially very active and well aware of how they would level up, whether it's their career or simply their public image. People with major 10th house placements are very good at making friends as well. They are pretty approachable with this sense of formality and respect.

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d4yd4iry · 7 months

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Pairings: Danielle Marsh x fem!reader

Synopsis : Under peer pressure, Danielle Marsh agreed to go to prom with her secret lover's twin brother

Genre: High school au, secret lovers…

Danielle Marsh had always known that she liked girls more than boys.

Her feelings for you started to appear in 3rd grade. Danielle thought that you were the prettiest girl she’d ever laid eyes on.

“Dani, let’s play family!” You exclaimed before pulling the Australian to the playground. “Okay Ynnie!” She found herself agreeing with whatever you want her to do.

“Hmm, I want to be the mom!” You claimed your role being looking at the five other girls. “And Hyeinnie, you can be the baby because you’re the youngest!”

“If Hyein is the baby then I want to be the rich auntie!” Hanni was next to claim her role, grabbing the youngest by her shoulders before ruffling her hair. “Stop it unnie!” Hyein slapped her hands away.

“I want to be the other auntie! Haerin, you can be my cat!” Minji smiled widely and pulled Haerin to her side before the younger one could protest. “I’m not a cat tho…” Haerin whined softly.

“Dani, what do you want to be?” You asked her softly, awaiting for her answer.

Danielle pondered for a moment, before looking back at you with a bright smile that could rival the sun. “I want to be your wife!”

“Okay!”

Back in the days, everyone was carefree. No one cared if a little girl wanted to play a married couple with another girl.

But before and now is very different. Danielle had told a classmate that she likes girls back in 8th grade and they looked at her weird.

She felt upset, but quickly said that it was a joke when it wasn’t. That was when she started to pretend that she doesn’t like girls like that.

[Senior Year Of High School]

Danielle was getting ready for school when she heard a sound coming from outside of her window. She looked outside of her window and into yours.

There you were, as beautiful as ever. Danielle could describe you as someone with a pretty face that matches your pretty personality, with pretty lips that she kisses behind closed doors when no one’s looking.

“Dani! Do you want a ride? My older brother agreed to lend me his motorcycle!” You shouted from your window.

Your houses were next to each other since your parents are best friends and wanted to be neighbors too.

She nodded excitedly before shouting back. “Yes, I do! I’ll be over in a bit, just let me get ready first!” You gave her a thumbs up before disappearing from her point of view.

She left her house before walking to face you. Her breath hitched at the sight of you wearing a leather jacket, with your body leaning on the motorcycle.

You looked mesmerizing.

“About time you’re done princesses.” You teased her before handing her an extra helmet. “Here you go.”

“Thanks!” She looked around to see if anyone was looking before giving you a kiss to the cheek. After that, Danielle went on the motorcycle and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Alright, hold onto me or you’ll fly away!” You joked before turning on the engine and speeding away.

The ride with you felt like freedom, free from all the pressure that her parents have been putting on her to be the top student of the school.

“Isn’t it beautiful?!” You shouted as you were on a speedy highway, the wind blowing your hair to the back. Danielle placed her chin on top of your shoulder to admire the view in front. “Yeah it is, but not as beautiful as you though!”

You giggled. “Danielle Marsh, you are such a flirt!” before speeding past the cars around you.

“I should convince my brother to lend me this baby more often.” You say as the two of you arrived at the parking lot.

“Yeah! It was fun if we ignore the part when you nearly crushed into a car.” That time, you were trying to look back at Danielle, luckily she notice just in time or else you’ll both be in the hospital by now.

“Come on, princess! That car came out of no where!” You protested but Danielle could only laugh, though her stomach flutters at the use of the nickname you’ve given her since the first time you two had a thing going on. “Yeah sure, whatever you say.”

“You’re mean!” Danielle felt a soft punch on her shoulder, she placed her hands on that exact place, looking offended. “How dare you! Come back here, Park Yn!”

Danielle chased after you non stop, well until she reached the hallways where she got stopped by someone.

“Hey, Danielle!” Park Jihyun, the school’s best basketball player approached her, also the guy she have been rejecting for 2 years straight. “Uh, Hi?” She was a bit annoyed by the interruption as she still wanted to chase after you.

“I really like you, would you like to go on a date sometimes?” The poor guy looked so confident, she almost felt bad.

“Sorry, Jihyun but I’m not looking for anything right now.” She replied awkwardly but it was true, she wasn’t looking for anything but she was looking for someone, you.

“Uh it’s fine, I know I’ll get you to change your mind one day!” His face and voice still filled with confidence.

“Ahem!” Comes a voice besides her, it was you.

“Hey, little brother you’re not asking my best friend out, are you?” You gave Jihyun a teasing smile as you placed your arm around his shoulder, before looking back at Danielle.

She felt a little bitter when you called her your best friend, girlfriend is what she should’ve been called.

“We’re the same age you know? I’m like only an hour younger!” Park Jihyun exclaimed and turned to leave but not before winking at Danielle. “You’ll say yes one day!”

“He’s so annoying, I should’ve ate him when we were still in my mom’s stomach!” Danielle laughed at your antics before intertwining her hands with yours. “Let’s go to class before Ms.Lee actually eats us alive.”

“Danielle! I heard that Jihyun is going to ask you to be his partner for prom!” Hanni who sat right next to her informed. “Will you say yes?”

“I was hoping he won’t! And no way, not in a million years.” Danielle replied before closing the book that she have been reading.

“Come on Danielle, you too would look so good together!” Said by of her classmates who sat in front of her.

She shook her head in denial. There’s no way that she’ll accept him, ever!

“We all know you like him back! Stop playing hard to get!” One of the most annoying gossiper teased her.

Okay, who is we? Because Danielle would like to have a word with them.

Everything they said started to get on her nerves, but of course you came in to save her day, as always.

“Why would Dani want to go with my idiot playboy brother, he doesn’t deserve her.” You chuckled before placing your palm on her shoulder. “Right, Dani?” She nodded, earning a satisfying look on your face.

He doesn’t deserve me, but you do.

This was not how she planned the day to be. Danielle was preparing her books to put in her lockers, when she was interrupted by an annoying voice she grew to hate.

There he was, Park Jihyun in all his glory. He asked her to go to prom with him.

Nearly all of the students in the school was watching them and chanting for her to accept his proposal. You were there.

Everything was overwhelming and she said yes due to peer pressure. An action she regretted immediately after seeing your hurt face.

Everything started to get rocky after that day. You wouldn’t look her in the face and would only give her short relies.

She could hope that prom comes faster so it could all be over. She missed the kisses that you two shared in secret.

“Do I really have to go?” Danielle whined as he mom was helping her zip up her dress. “Of course you have to Danielle! Jihyun is a nice boy, I’m glad you said yes to him!”

Yeah, because everyone was shouting at me to say yes, is what she wanted to say but instead, Danielle kept her mouth shut.

Her eyes lingers to the view of your bedroom, your lights was turned on and she could see that you were doing something on your computer.

If only she hadn’t say yes. Danielle felt horrible, but she couldn’t just not go after agreeing to go with Jihyun.

“Danielle, Jihyun’s here!” Her dad announced. Well there’s no turning back now.

It was like any typical Friday night, well except for the fact that there’s a prom party going on at your school that you aren’t going to.

You have been really upset with Danielle lately, often going as far as to ignore her when she tried to talk to you.

You knew it was childish, but how could you not be jealous when the girl you had a thing going on with, decides to go to prom with your twin brother.

Sure, you guys weren’t girlfriends but you weren’t friends either. What friends kiss each other on the lips.

The ongoing bitterness of the situation and the fact that it was raining outside made it perfect for blasting sad songs to cry to, no one was home and you could do whatever you wanted.

“Stupid Jihyun.” You muttered bitterly as you scrolled upon your brother’s instagram post. You could see Danielle in the background, mdancing with Minji and Hanni.

She looked so pretty, too pretty that you through your phone away in frustration.

But when you were about to go and pick it up, a rock flew into your window. “What the…” you were startled but then you heard a familiar voice.

It was Danielle’s.

“Yn!!!” She screamed out for you, her whole body trenched in the rain but she still looked jaw dropping.

“Oh my god Danielle! What the hell are you doing here!?”

“Just come down!”

You rushed down the stairs, almost flying due to how fast you were going.

Opening the door, you faced Danielle who looked like she have been standing in the rain for far too long.

“Are you crazy!?” You were extremely worried at the sight of her shivering due to the coldness. You quickly pulled her into the house and led her to your bedroom without giving her a chance to talk.

Danielle giggled as you were running around your room trying to find something comfortable for her to wear. Soon after, she was wrapped with 4 blankets.

“Explain.” You looked at her seriously as you sat on the chair in front of Danielle.

“Yn, I’m really sorry for agreeing to go to prom with Jihyun. I swear it wasn’t because I wanted to, but because everyone was screaming at me to agree and I really do regret it!” She rambled on without missing a beat.

“And I felt even worse when you ignored me. Prom is only without you with me. I’m sorry for everything! And I miss you, I miss us!”

You couldn’t help but stare at her lips as she rambled on about how sorry she was. “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Danielle froze for a second, obviously not expecting to hear the words that are coming out of your mouth.

“I said, can I kiss you?” You cupped her face with your hands, looking at her intensively. Danielle was lost in your eyes as she muttered a quiet yes.

Her heart races as you softly pressed your lips onto hers, she wraps her arms around your shoulders.

Your lips moved in harmony, it was sweet and loving. Danielle found herself wanting more when you pulled away.

“I’m sorry for being so immature, and not letting you explain yourself.” You felt extremely bad after all your bitterness have been washed away by the kiss.

“Yn…” she smiled at you warmly. “Give me another kiss.”

In the end, the two of you laid on your bed, arms armed around each other tightly as you were both in deep slumber, not a care in the world.

#newjeans x reader #newjeans scenarios #newjeans imagines #NewJeans x fem!reader #idol x reader #Kpop gg x reader #NewJeans fic #NewJeans #NewJeans x you #Spotify #danielle marsh x reader #danielle x reader

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randomfoggytiger · 3 months

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This is an abstract one, so ignore it if nothing comes to you, but I'm curious if there's any fics you can recommend that have the vibe of the dancing sequence at the end of Post Modern Prometheus.

Like carefree, happy, totally in love but repressing it (or not), suave, smiley, that kind of thing. Not actually a tag to the episode itself.

I have innumerable fics that fit this vibe-- so innumerable, in fact, that this category had to be whittle down to dancing stories, then cut down further to only include Post Modern Prometheus scenes. (But don't worry, there'll be a Part II sometime soon~.)

Partying and Pondering Post Post Modern Prometheus

@scenes-in-between/scullywolf's The Post Modern Prometheus (Ao3)

PMP Mulder is still foggy from the drugs (a precursor to the dancing fics; but begged to be included nonetheless.)

@purrykat/mylifeinshadow's The post-modern prometheus (pretty please)

PMP Scully looks up to see Mulder inviting her to dance.

Diana Alexander's Time Slows Down

PMP Scully's thoughts as she dances.

@agentwhalesong (Ao3/Alt. Ao3) Throughout The Years - Chapter 5

PMP Mulder's bittersweet thoughts as he and Scully dance.

Madeleine Partous's (The Annex) Unbound

Post PMP Scully ponders her druggie-like existence as she and Mulder part ways with the Mutato on a highway surrounded by fields.

a_steady_wish's Things You Said on the Highway

Post PMP Scully enjoyed her dance, bantering with Mulder about doing it again some time.

@leiascully's (Ao3) OctoberFicFest Day 16: Dance (Ao3)

PMP Scully has their dance seared into her memory.

@i-gaze-at-scully/i_gaze_at_scully's

Alter the Ending

AU PMP Mulder dances with Scully under the streetlight.

In black and white

AU PMP Mulder and Scully dance under the streetlight, but with a little more existentialism.

@syntax6/syn's (Alt. Tumblr)

Post PMP Mulder beaten down by Mutato's imprisonment and the fact that "Samantha" hasn't reached out again.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) Don't Know Much About History

Post PMP Mulder invites Scully over for a Thanksgiving movie night. (Does it count if it's not Mulder and Scully dancing?)

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s Unnamed

Post PMP Mulder and Scully celebrate Thanksgiving on the road.

Mulder42Scully5's Getting Out of the Car

Post PMP Mulder pulls over so he and Scully can dance in the rain.

CSM's C'est La Vie

AU PMP Scully invites Mulder along on a luxury couples cruise.

Enjoy!

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abiiors · 9 months

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west coast

a/n: apologies if this is a bit shit, i did just write it in one burst of horny at 12:30 am <3

this is fiction that only operates on horny. no logic to be found.

minors dni!! (use of "good girl" once or twice i think)

the sharp smell of a burning cigarette permeates the car, wakes up your senses, as you speed down the pacific coast highway. well, matty does anyway, gelled hair blowing in the wind, the thrill of the speed bringing a smile to his face.

in the dying light of the day, he’s beautiful. all classic handsome with a stubble and a lit cigarette dangling loosely between his pink lips. the golden light brings out the browns and greys in his hair, makes his eyes look like pools of gold. his jawline is sharp enough to cut, especially when he takes a drag of the cigarette and blows out the smoke.

he’s happy, carefree, singing along to a lana del rey song on the radio, one of your favourites too. their voices blend beautifully, and you wonder what it would be like to be that perfect.

“you’re staring,” he smirks. he’s cocky today, you like that about him, about l.a. something about being here brings out the quintessential rockstar in him. and something about seeing him like that makes heat pool between your legs.

“i am,” you challenge, feeling a bit cocky yourself, “what will you do about it?”

views of the clear blue sea whizz past you but you keep your eyes on matty until he looks at you, only for a second before he returns his attention to the road. it’s empty, nothing but you, the music, and your thoughts that have long since crossed into filthy territory.

you look at his lap, not the least bit subtle about where your eyes linger.

“what can i do?” he asks in response, “i like that you’re staring.”

with a surge of boldness, you place a hand on his thigh, on the soft denim of his faded blue jeans. he looks straight out of a dream.

wayfarers, white t-shirt, golden light. and your hand inches closer to his crotch.

“minx,” he laughs, quickly catching up to your intentions, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. “you wanna do it here?”

“i’ll make it worth your time,” you lean over, trailing a few kisses on his jaw, leaving behind red lipstick marks and hissing lightly at how his stubble feels on your soft lips. “if you promise to keep us safe.”

sure, your tone is joking but the very real danger of it shoots a tendril of thrill through you, zapping like electricity. he shifts in his seat, clearly eager with anticipation. the next time to eye his crotch, there’s already a bulge.

you twist your body in the seat, flicking your tongue on the corner of his mouth, chasing away the traces of your lipstick left seconds ago. matty hisses.

“shit, baby,” he laughs, “go on then. make me feel good.”

you palm him before he’s even done speaking, eager to feel him, to taste him. to hear all the sounds that spill from his lips while his fingers thread in your hair. pushing you down, fucking your mouth.

he’s already groaning, growing harder under your touch and shifting in his seat while you undo the zipper of his jeans. his other hand is out the window, tapping away the last of the cigarette ash before he stubs it out in the ashtray. the cigarette smoke blends seamlessly with his cologne, with the salty ocean air.

“lift your hips for me then,” you whisper right into his ear, savouring the way his breath hitches. breaking his composure feels like a small victory, watching him eagerly help you pull himself out of his pants is better still.

you trail the kisses down his neck, leaving soft red smudges on the collar of his white tshirt—shame you can’t get him out of it in a running car. you would have liked to leave bruises and bite marks all over his chest and stomach.

“tease,” he hisses, impatient now, whiney almost. so you give him what he wants.

without warning you bend all the way down, swirling your tongue around his tip and over the slit. the taste of his precum settles on your tongue, sharp and salty and mouthwatering. the sound that leaves him cannot be described with mere words. it’s a grunt, low and guttural—pule male desire and rockstar arrogance.

he lurches, the car stutters slightly and another shiver passes through you. what a way to go this would be…

“fuck—fuck,” his breathing deepens immediately, abs flexing ever so slightly against your cheek. you’re aware of the way the ends of your hair brush and tickle his inner thigh. you’re even more aware of how he throbs in your mouth even with just the tip in.

placing a hand on his thigh to hold him down, you take more of him in. he’s hard and thick, stretching out your mouth and making your lips burn the lower you go. it’s a delicious burn.

a jolt goes through you, one full of nerves and excitement and lust. desire settles on your bones like a living thing. oppressive in the best way possible, leaving you so momentarily blinded that when the car veers almost dangerously to one side and you only hum around him in warning.

“focus, matthew,” you grit out, letting go of him, “on the wheel or i stop right now.”

he mumbles something incoherent, hand resting on top of your head, struggling with himself whether he should push you down. he could if he wanted to, you would let him, happily gag on his cock just to hear him make those sounds again.

“please, baby,” he moans and that’s all you need to take him back into your mouth, all the way to the hilt this time.

pleasure swirls inside you, hot and instant, a sweet ache settling between your legs, right where his tongue was the night before. you feel the sting of the stubble burn at the memory.

your pace is deliberately slow, torturously so, hollowing your cheeks around him and letting your teeth scrape on the sensitive skin. matty’s hisses and moans wash over you, growing in intensity the more you let your tongue swirl over his tip.

“this is torture,” he moans. his hand fists in your hair, tighter than before. it stings. it sends delicious tingles all over your body.

this time he doesn’t stop himself from pushing your head down, guiding you just how he wants you, right until you can feel his tip touching the back of your throat. you gag slightly, drooling all over him. it’s already a mess, wet and hot. even more so when you slide your mouth up his length, simultaneously tracing a nail on the thick vein pulsating on his underside.

matty’s thighs tremble dangerously.

“wheel. focus.” you remind him. “i told you i’l make it worth your time.”

but you do decide to stop with the torture after that, bobbing your head up and down his length and increasing your pace. the salty taste of precum lingers stronger in your mouth, getting more and more intense each time you tease his slit.

the faster you go, the more he slows the car, struggling to control the speed while he’s busy trying not to thrust into your mouth, trying not to fuck your mouth like he wants to. and you can tell he really, really wants to.

“baby…” he warns; almost as if on cue, you feel the car pulling over to the side of the highway, slowing to a stop. your heart beats all over your body. this is it. you’re in for it now.

“be a good girl now and open wide,” he warns a mere moment before you feel his hips lifting off the seat.

matty’s fist tightens into your hair, keeping you in place so he can thrust into your mouth, over and over exactly how he wants to. being used like this has you moaning obnoxiously. you know what it does to him, how the sounds shoot straight to his dick, making him lose it more and more.

“i’m close,” he moans.

the sides of your mouth burn, stretched out fully from being fucked at a bruising pace. the ache between your legs increases, sure to have left an obvious damp spot on your panties by now.

you need to taste him, feel him spilling in your mouth now. so you let your teeth graze over his length again, moaning, hollowing your cheeks until you feel the spurts of warm, thick cum spill down your throat.

the sounds coming out of him—out of both of you—are downright sinful; loud and wet and obnoxious. you’re a sloppy mess too, a mixture of drool and cum running down the side of your mouth as you try to keep up with his thrusts, swallowing every last drop he has to offer. pleasing him like a good girl until his thrusts slow to a stop.

only then do you let yourself straighten.

you’re sure your face is a mess; mascara smudged under your eyes, red smeared around your mouth just like it is at the base of his cock, forming a filthy ring. your chin, wet and sticky from his cum.

matty has his tipped back, eyes closed and breathing heavily. his sunglasses are pushed up on his head. his cheeks are pink, mouth parted open and still smudged on one side with red.

he looks stunning, perfect.

that is until he opens his eyes to look at you, gaze dark and somehow still hungry. you know it’s a silent command. you obey it, opening your mouth wide to show him that you’ve swallowed everything. all of it.

the sun’s gone down now. it’s almost dark. even when the cars zoom by, they don’t stop or pay attention to you. but matty does, looking at you intently, mouth curling up as he lets his eyes roam over your flushed face, tangled hair, and wet mouth.

“come here,” he gestures, voice rough and gravelly. “it’s only fair i return the favour.”

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #the 1975 smut #smut writing #matty x reader #matty x you #matty the 1975 #minors dni #smut #female reader

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trickphotography2 · 11 months

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 3

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

Chapter 2 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 3

“You have got to be kidding me,” you grumbled while lying in bed looking at your phone. There, staring back at you, was Jake freaking Seresin with the words ‘Most Compatible: We think you and Jake should meet!’ appearing over his head. Apparently, the dating app algorithm thought you two had something in common.

Against your better judgment, you tapped on his profile and scrolled through his pictures. Pretty standard - a couple of selfies, a group shot with some guys drinking in their dress whites, and a few at the beach and bar. The obligatory shot of him flexing in the mirror… you may have lingered on that one for a minute. For his job, he’d put military aviation, but there wasn’t any other mention of him being a pilot. One of the prompts he’d answered was a friend’s endorsement, which said, “He’s kind of an asshole but a good guy.”

Scrolling back up, you paused at the picture of him smiling down at the camera in his car, hair rumpled and the collar of his flight suit bringing out the green of his tired eyes. When you tapped on it to see the caption, he’d written, ‘Morning after a long night at work.’ The corner of your lip twitched into a smile. Jake was objectively attractive, but that soft look was adorable.

When the screen dimmed, you realized you’d been staring at the picture too long. Sighing, you tapped it and hovered your finger over the dislike button. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hit it. Instead, you closed the app and locked your phone, tossing it onto the nightstand. The algorithm would pick another Most Compatible for you tomorrow, and Jake’s profile would disappear. Rolling onto your side and hugging your pillow, you forced yourself not to think about the jolt you’d felt at the coffee shop when he’d leaned close, his breath on your neck… Your fingers curled in the sheets to keep from reaching for the phone again.

Across town, Jake lounged on his couch, one arm behind his head and smiling as he looked at a picture of you. You were driving a convertible by the beach, one hand buried in your hair to keep it from your face with the most carefree smile he’d seen. For the description, you’d written, ‘Hair by Mustang.’ After liking your profile, he locked his phone and set it on his stomach, turning his attention back to the nightly sports recap.

Friday afternoon traffic was the worst, you decided while waiting at another red light. Usually, you could avoid most of it by jumping on the highway, but you’d run out of coffee creamer that morning. It was grocery shopping weekend, and you had a list of things to get from multiple places, but creamer was an absolute necessity to kick off the process tomorrow morning.

A quick run into the store, a shower, and sitting on your couch with a pint of ice cream were in your immediate future. It had been a spectacularly shitty week at work. In a moment of anger, after a higher-up “helped you out” by explaining the details of a contract bid you’d written, you’d applied for a government contractor job on Lemoore. It was a long shot, and the money wasn’t as good as the private sector, but at least it would be somewhere new. And this afternoon, you’d taken advantage of the office gym and spent the last hour of your day running on the treadmill with the music high enough to drown out the others working out. Even with your eyes straight ahead, you’d caught a few of the guys checking you out in the mirror. Thankfully none had said anything to you - apparently, they caught the ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude.

It was the first time you truly regretted taking a transfer out here. Things had been okay in Florida - you’d only been six hours from your parents and had a good network of college friends living nearby. A year after moving to California, you felt more isolated than ever. You weren’t sure the promotion had been worth it.

So yeah, maybe some alcohol would be thrown in for good measure.

Jake lifted his hand and nodded at the driver he walked in front of. The woman waved in acknowledgment - not that she could have moved anyways. The turn out of the parking lot to reach the light was already fifteen cars deep, and the light was backed up half a mile. The madhouse of the civilian store made him regret not hitting the Exchange before leaving the base, but this store was closer to the gate he lived off of. All he wanted was to head home, shower, and figure out something for dinner. He’d been up in the air all day and was hungry and tired.

He’d just reached his truck when he heard an engine gun it. Frowning, he looked up to see what idiot was speeding in a parking lot. A second later, breaks screamed, and there was the unmistakable sound of a car crash. Standing on his toes, he saw it’d happened two rows over. For a moment, he debated driving away but then heard a door slam and someone start yelling. “What the fuck! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Sighing, Jake tossed his bag into the truck bed and jogged towards the accident. Up close, he could see that a lifted truck had collided head-on with a sedan, which was pinned bumper to bumper with the truck and an SUV behind it. The sedan’s hood was crumpled, and it looked like the airbags had deployed. The truck driver was yelling by the sedan’s passenger side, gesturing at his vehicle. The SUV driver - a woman - hopped out and walked along the car, screaming at the truck driver that he’d been going the wrong way.

More people were congregating, and a few guys were trying to get the truck driver to calm down while at least two people were on the phone with who he hoped was the police. A woman was leaning over the sedan’s driver's side. “They okay?” Jake asked as he drew near.

“I think so. She looks shaken up, though,” the woman replied. He nodded, and his heart stopped when she stepped away for him to look.

You were struggling with your seatbelt, hands shaking too hard to press the release. It had locked up when the truck hit you and tightened even more when you’d been pushed back into the other car.

A pounding sound broke through the ringing in your ears, and you turned to see Jake outside your window, fist resting against the glass. His lips moved as he pointed at the door. When you froze, he removed his sunglasses and clipped them to his flight suit. His green eyes were hard as they bore into yours as he repeated something and pointed at the door again. Finally, his voice broke through the fog as he gestured. “Unlock it!” As soon as you pulled the handle, Jake ripped open the door and pushed down the deflating airbag. “You okay?” he demanded, leaning across to put the car in park and turn off the engine.

“He was going the wrong way.”

“I know, darlin’. Are you okay?” Kneeling on the car door sill, steering wheel digging into his back, he reached up to brush the hair from your face and tuck it behind your ear. His eyes bore into yours, “You hit your head? Neck okay?”

“I’m fine. I just wanna get out of here,” you said, a hint of panic creeping into your voice while tugging at the seatbelt again. His angry expression softened, and he leaned to look at the side of the seat. Shifting, he reached between your legs and pulled the lever to move your seat back. Brushing your shaking hand away, he hit the belt release and held it away as it retracted. Lightly, he ran a finger along your neck where the seatbelt had bit into your skin, checking for blood. “You hurt anywhere else?”

“No.” There was a wail of sirens in the distance as Jake helped you out of the car. His eyes swept over you, and he gently took your wrists, bringing them up to inspect the irritated skin - the airbag had dragged over your forearms when it deployed. “I’m fine.” His lips were pressed into a thin line when he met your gaze. Taking half a step forward, he tucked you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Releasing a shuddering breath, you allowed yourself to sink into him momentarily, fingers digging into the rough texture of his flight suit. The scent of sweat and jet fuel overwhelmed your senses, and you started to shake with an effort not to cry. Jake tightened his hold.

“Is your… uh… is she okay?” a bystander asked.

“She’s good. They okay?”

“Mom and kids are fine. Guy’s got a couple of cuts but seems to be okay. Cops are gonna be here in a second, and they’re sending an ambulance to check everyone out.” When Jake shook the bystander’s hand you took advantage of his loosened grip to slip out of his arms.

“Fuck,” you breathed, turning to see what the car looked like. The hood was crumpled, the bumper hanging off, and plastic and metal shards littered the ground. Jake followed as you walked to the back of the car to inspect the damage - the bumper and back panel were dented. Squeezing your eyes closed, you bit your lower lip and let out a shaky breath. “I just fucking paid this off,” you said, hating how your voice wobbled. Something brushed your fingers, and you looked down to see Jake’s hand squeeze yours before letting go. Slowly, you look up at him and shook your head. “What are you even doing here?”

“Whatever you need.” At your silence, he shrugged. “I ran out of deodorant.” The unexpected answer startled a laugh out of you, and a few tears escaped. Mortified, you quickly brushed them away and sniffled. He moved as though to reach for you but checked the instinct, clenching his fists instead.

“Thanks for… that,” you said, motioning to your open car door. “But don’t feel like you have to stay. I have a feeling this is going to take a while.”

“I got nothin’ but time,” he replied, looking over your shoulder to where two police cars had pulled up.

“I’m going to get an Uber. Thanks for hanging out with me,” you sighed two hours later, watching the tow truck drive away. Overhead, the parking lot lamps flickered on. True to his word, Jake had stayed through the whole ordeal, taking pictures of everything for the insurance claim while the EMTs checked you over. Other than the minor contact burns, they gave you a clean bill of health.

“I can take you home.”

“You’ve already done more than enough, Jake. Go enjoy your Friday night. Please. Someone should.” The original plan of ice cream and alcohol was mentally swapped out for a hot shower and aspirin - your body was already starting to ache from the accident, and you were exhausted.

“It's getting dark and it’s gonna take another thirty minutes to get a car. I’m parked right over there. Either way, I’m not leaving until you do, so let’s go.”

“My parents told me not to get in cars with strangers,” you deadpanned.

“I’m less of a stranger than some rideshare driver.” When you shook your head, he sighed, unzipped his pocket, and withdrew his wallet, handing you his driver’s license. Without another word, he turned and walked away, your work bag dangling from his shoulder, leaving you no option but to follow. Arms crossed, he stood in front of the open passenger side door as you reached his truck. “Well? Am I still a stranger?”

“A little bit less of one, Jacob Michael Seresin of Texas.” Holding out his license, you gave him a saccharine smile. “A piece of friendly advice? Don’t do the buzzcut again.”

Smirking, he took it and slipped it back into his pocket. “Thought we weren’t friends.”

“We’re not.” His laugh was warm in your ear as he shut the door behind you and walked to the driver’s side, pausing to grab his deodorant from the truck bed and toss both bags into the back seat. Through the window, he watched you rub your neck and grimace. After settling into the driver’s seat, he hit the ignition switch. Country music blasted from the stereo, and he quickly turned it down and switched on your seat warmers before nodding towards the GPS.

“Put your address in.”

“You’re not going to use it to stalk me, are you?” you asked, stifling a yawn. “This feels like it could be the beginning of a 20/20 episode about how I mysteriously disappeared from a parking lot after being seen getting into a car with a military pilot.”

“Sweetheart, if I wanted to make you disappear, you think I’d have signed paperwork with the police for your accident and then have you get in my car in a parking lot covered with cameras?”

Narrowing your eyes, you paused with your fingers hovering over the screen. “I feel like you were a bit too quick with that answer.”

“I didn’t get to be one of the best aviators in the country because of my looks.”

“Are you trying to tell me there’s a brain in that pretty head?” Grinning, he shifted in his seat to face you.

“You sayin’ you think I’m pretty?” Rolling your eyes, you typed in your address and pointedly ignored his laugh. It took only a few minutes to get out of the parking lot. Once out onto the main drag, you groaned, head falling back into the seat. He glanced over, raising an eyebrow, “What?”

“I just realized that I didn’t get my coffee creamer.”

“Want me to turn around?”

“No. I just wanna get home. This day needs to be over already,” you muttered.

“Something happen? Other than the accident?”

“Ignore me, I’m just tired,” you replied, pasting on your customer service smile. And you were. So bone tired of dealing with work and being alone, and now whatever it was going to take to get your car fixed.

“Wanna talk about it?” Blowing out a breath through pursed lips, you turned away from him, propping your elbow up on the door to subtly brush away a few stray tears.

“Nothing to talk about.” The hand draped over the shifter moved towards you before he pulled back, tightening his grip on the wheel. The air in the cab suddenly felt too stifling. You cracked the window, needing a shot of fresh air.

“Didn’t realize I smelled that bad,” Jake said, trying to lighten the mood. When you apologized and reached for the button to roll it up, he used the controls on his side to lower both windows. The wind tugged at your hair, and you reached up to smooth it into a ponytail, twisting it into a knot. Without a hair tie, you leaned back in the seat to hold it in place and closed your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. The cool night air washed over you, a pleasant counterpoint to the seat warmers soothing your sore muscles. When the radio volume lowered, you sighed.

“You don’t have to turn down the music of your people.” He chuckled but didn’t adjust it. The soft sound of him humming and his fingers tapping on the wheel lulled you into a light doze, and you woke as the truck slowed. But rather than being at the entrance to your apartment complex, Jake was pulling into a fast food place. He looked over at you as you sat up, hair uncoiling on your shoulder.

“I’m starving and I’m guessing you haven’t eaten anything either.” Your stomach rumbled at the thought of food, making him grin. After ignoring your request for a separate order, he waved off your attempt to pay. Once back on the road, you opened the bag and pulled out a fry. He glanced over when you took a bite, and you saw a slight tick of his jaw.

“Want one?” you offered.

“No, I’ll wait.” When you snuck another fry, there was another jaw tick.

“Jake, do you not want me to eat in your car?”

“It’s fine.” Smirking, you reached into the bag and retrieved a napkin to wipe your fingers.

“You’re one of those guys, aren’t you?” He gave you a confused look. “No empty straw wrappers or loose change rattling around, carpets look pretty clean, and - ” you reached up to tap the decal hanging from the rearview mirror for the local car wash. “You’re a neat freak, aren’t you, Jake Seresin?”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he replied.

“Of course not. I bet you even make your bed in the morning with hospital corners and everything.” When he glanced at you, you laughed. “You do, don’t you! Do you iron your socks?”

“No. Boxer briefs, though…” he shot you a sly grin.

“Tell me you’re joking.” Knowing you’d left yourself open for a retort about checking, you cut him off when he opened his mouth. “How do you survive road trips? Road snacks are the best part!”

“Alright, alright, give me a fry,” he grumbled, reaching for the bag in your lap as he stopped at a red light. You held it out of his reach.

“Are you sure you want to come to the dark side of people that eat in their cars? Once you start, it’s impossible to go back. Fries are just the gateway food. Next thing you know, you’ll be eating chips and burgers, and - ” you let out a fake gasp - “dipping sauces.”

“Give me a damn fry.” Laughing, you plucked one from the bag and held it out to him.

“You’re life is about to get so much better, Seresin. You have no idea what kind of world you’re opening up for yourself.” Rather than take it, he pulled your hand closer. Holding your gaze, he lowered his mouth, teeth grazing your skin as he plucked the fry from your fingers. Heat blazed across your face, and you inhaled sharply. Jake’s smirk was sinful as he tugged your hand closer, lips parting to wrap around -

A car honked, and you ripped your hand out of Jake’s grasp, turning to look at the green light.

You drove in silence and then he groaned. “Damn it. Give me the fries.”

Your hand rested on the handle of your apartment door, Jake a solid presence at your back. He’d insisted on walking you up so you wouldn’t have to juggle your food, drink, and bag while unlocking the door. You’d ignored that he’d grabbed his drink as well. “Everything alright?” he asked when you didn’t move to go inside.

Steeling your shoulders, you turned to face him. “I, um… I clean on the weekends.” One eyebrow rose, and he fought a smile.

“Are you trying to warn me that your place is a mess after making fun of me for being a neat freak?”

“It’s not a mess; it’s just messy. There’s a difference.” Leaning against the wall next to your door, he motioned for you to explain. “You could currently describe my apartment as messy, but it’s not always that way - it’s not a quality of how I live. Adjective verses noun.” Laughing, he shook his head.

“Alright, Ms. English Degree, I promise I won’t judge you too hard.”

“Thank you,” you replied primly. With a sigh, you pushed open the door and flipped on the light, pausing to toe-off your shoes once inside.

“Here you had me thinking you were a hoarder or something,” Jake said, stepping in behind you and locking the door. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the stack of books on the coffee table, papers on the kitchen island, jackets thrown on a chair, and a pillow and blanket on the couch.

“Messy, not a mess.” Taking your bag from him, you dropped it on the chair and walked to the kitchen, flicking on a light. When you turned, Jake was crouched, unlacing his boots by the door. Smiling to yourself, you pulled two plates from the cabinet, grimacing slightly at the stack of dirty dishes in the sink.

“Make sure you divide those bag fries evenly,” he smirked, dropping the food on the island and leaning forward with his elbows resting on some unopened mail. Matching his posture, you narrowed your eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you ate all your fries in the car.”

“I don’t get any extra for delivering you home safe and sound?”

“So you’re asking for a reward for being a gentleman?”

“Somethin’ like that.”

“Will my undying gratitude suffice?”

“It’s a start.” Rolling your eyes, you stood up straight. If he wanted to tease, two could play that game. Grasping the hem of your shirt, you pulled it over your head, leaving you in your sports bra and leggings. Jake straightened, his green eyes darkening.

“I need a shower,” you explained, walking towards your bedroom. Pausing at your door to see his conflicted look, unsure if it was an invitation to join, you smirked. “Ketchup is in the fridge if you need it.”

As you shut the door, he mumbled, “Fuck.”

Choosing to forgo washing your hair to finish faster, you quickly showered and changed into a tank top and sleep shorts. You’d half expected Jake to knock on the bathroom door the whole time. Instead, he was sitting on the couch when you exited your room. He’d taken the opportunity to get comfortable, unzipping the top half of his flight suit and tying it around his waist. His black t-shirt clung to his chest and arms, and his hair was slightly mussed as though he’d run a hand through it a few times.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” you said, motioning to his untouched plate on the coffee table. Yours sat beside it, and he’d even put the drinks on coasters.

“I always wait for my partner. It’s better to do it together.” The double entendre was clear as his eyes swept down your figure. Raising an eyebrow, you stepped between his spread knees to get to the other side of the couch and grabbed your drink, biting the tip of the straw as you curled in the corner and pulled your knees to your chest. “You gonna stay over there all night?” he asked, voice low as he smirked.

“Yup. And you’re gonna stay over there.”

“I am?”

“Yup. Because you’re a gentleman who drove me home after a car accident.” Some of the heat drained from his gaze as his eyes drifted to the red wound on your neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed when you stretched out a leg to nudge his thigh. “Right?”

“Right.”

“So we’re going to eat dinner, watch something on TV, and then you’ll head home.”

“Still not friends.”

“The gazelle now faces man’s most perilous question - north?” Ben Affleck said in a horrible Australian accent while moving an animal cracker across Liv Tyler’s stomach. “South…way down south? Tune in next week.”

“Baby, do you think it’s possible that anyone else in the world is doing this very same thing at this very same moment?” she asked.

“I hope so. Otherwise, what the hell are we trying to save?”

“Damn, and people used to think that was romantic,” Jake groaned.

“Shut up and watch the movie.”

“He didn’t even take the animal cracker out of her underwear before he - ”

“It’s a movie.”

“It’s a horrible movie.”

“I didn’t say it was a cinematic masterpiece, I said it was a comfort movie.”

“You need better comfort movies. Something not by Michael Bay.” Looking up from the pillow, you scowled and tapped his thigh with your toe. His hand shot out to pin your ankle down as you crossed the invisible line dividing the couch in two, raising an eyebrow.

“What would you say if I told you that I really enjoyed Pearl Harbor?” Head falling back against the cushion, Jake swept his free hand down his face, palm rasping on his stubble.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Come on! That one has to be a little bit better. It’s about pilots and World War II and a really heartbreaking love triangle. Oh! And the part about launching planes off of carriers at the end.”

“I’m sure they did the Doolittle Raid very realistically.”

“So what I’m hearing is a double feature with Armageddon and Pearl Harbor.” Shaking his head, he ran a finger along the bottom of your foot, holding on tightly when you shrieked and tried to pull away. The effort nearly got him kicked in the face as you tried to wiggle away from him, but he didn’t stop laughing.

The music swelling woke Jake, and he sat up to see Pearl Harbor’s film credits rolling. Yawning, he looked over to see you lying on your side, hugging your pillow with one hand curled by your face and the other dangling off the couch, fast asleep. For a moment, he debated stretching out behind you and closing his eyes but pushed that thought away. He needed a shower, and you needed to not sleep on the couch tonight. A glance at his watch showed that it was just after two in the morning. Carefully, he lifted your feet from his lap and stood to stretch. After putting the dirty cups by the sink, he laced up his boots and grabbed his phone.

Kneeling beside you, Jake brushed the hair from your face before lifting your hand from the pillow and squeezing it gently. When you didn't move, he swept his thumb over your knuckles. “Darlin’, wake up.” He smiled when you hummed, eyebrows furrowing as you fought waking up. “I know. You can go back to sleep once you lock the door. Come on, open those pretty eyes.”

“Just stay,” you mumbled. Chuckling, he brushed his lips over the back of your hand and squeezed again.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Go sleep in your bed - you’ll be more comfortable.” Reluctantly, you opened one eye. “There she is.” Groaning, you sat up and let him pull you to your feet. Half asleep, you followed him to the door and, when he turned to say goodbye, leaned forward to rest your head on his chest.

“Thanks for everything,” you yawned as Jake wrapped his arms around you.

“Course. Happy I was there to help.”

“Text me when you get home.”

“Good thing I saved your number.” When you lifted your head, you saw him smiling softly at you. He could see that you were trying to come up with some comeback and shook his head. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning. Lock the door behind me.”

He waited outside until he heard the lock click. Twenty minutes after you climbed into bed, your phone lit up with a text that said, ‘Home. Sweet dreams.’

When he got out of the shower, Jake saw your response and smiled. 'Night, not friend.'

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