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✨Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller Chapter 4: Birthday Candles and Rock Concerts✨

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A/N: I’m so excited for you to read this fluffy, soft chapter between Joel and reader, I absolutely loved writing it 🥰 So much love between these two. Comments and reblogs always make my day, can’t wait to hear your thoughts ❤️

Chapter Summary: Joel throws reader the sweetest, most romantic birthday party and takes her to a rock concert

Word Count: 11.4k

Pairing: Joel x fem! reader

Chapter tags: Oral receiving, fingering, unprotected p in v, sweet talk, love confessions, cute moments between Joel and reader, surprises

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

You spend the weekend before your birthday lazing around the house reading your romance books, strumming the pristine cords on your acoustic guitar, and binge watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A nostalgic show you could watch over and over again without ever getting bored. A weekend in is just what you needed.

It’s now Saturday evening, the warm sun slowly sinking behind dark clouds that threaten to pull it down as the moon takes its place, trading the fluffy clouds with clear skies and bright white stars. The air blows chilly breezes against your skin as you wrap the pink Nirvana hoodie closer to your body and cross your legs as you readjust the shimmering guitar in your arms.

You trace your fingers along the sparkly swirls and run them slowly over the glittering butterflies on the neck of the guitar. You can’t help but smile as you think of the handsome man that carved them with his own strong, calloused hands. Joel. You’re perfect, sweet man. You feel the butterflies flit through your stomach every time you think of him and his cute dimples that always pull at the edges of his cheeks when he’s really happy. And it’s always when he’s with you.

You smile at the thought of it, of him. You watch the sunset fade to purple and pink skies swirling into orange colors, then finally into darkness as the full moon shows its glow in the night sky. The back porch lights flick on as you focus on your guitar again.

You carefully strum along the cords, playing “Never Too Late” by Three Days Grace as you hear the melody carry through the wind, taking the song with it as it flows in the night sky gracefully. You get lost in the song, quietly humming along to the beat as your fingers slide along the cords. It was a song Joel taught you how to play, and it made it that much more special.

You’re so deep into the song that you don’t hear the sliding glass door open and close behind you until you hear his deep voice as he comes up behind you, stopping just inches from the fold out chair you’re sitting criss crossed on.

“Sounds good, baby,” he says quietly, his deep breath raising all the hairs on the back of your neck as you nearly jump at his presence.

“You think so?” you ask shyly as you look up at him, finding his lips curled up into a smile as a dimple forms deep into his cheek. The sight nearly takes your breath away. You love his soft smile, the way his brown eyes delve into yours as he always looks at you so deeply. Like he’s looking into the mere pits of your soul. It’s mesmerizing.

“Yeah, I do,” he breathes out, his hands digging deep into the pockets of his dark washed jeans as his fingers strain to keep them there. He can’t touch you. Not right now, not when your father is right around the corner. But he wants to. God, he wants to. It takes everything in you not to reach out and take his hand in yours. You want to so badly. But you know one touch wouldn’t be enough. It’s never enough.

“Well, you can thank yourself for making me the little guitar player I am. I wouldn’t even know how to play if it wasn’t for you. So thank you… for giving me something I now love.” You blush up at him, and he runs a hand through his unruly curls, trying to get a hold on reality again before he caves and sweeps you up in his arms.

He wants to sit right behind you on that fold out chair, wants to wrap his arms around your hips and pull you flush to his chest as he lets his calloused fingers brush over yours. Let his lips trace the edge of your long, perfect neck as he trails them up and down, nipping at your jawline as he gets lost in your vanilla scent he clings to every time he’s around you. You drive him crazy with desire, but he does the same to you. The perfect match. Twin flames.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Always love giving you guitar lessons,” he smiles as you blush up at him, remembering how the last guitar lesson ended with you on top of his lap.

You shake your head clear of the steamy memories before you get yourself all worked up, changing the conversation casually. “So, having fun watching the football game with my dad?”

He gives you a small laugh as he nods his head, making one of his tousled curls fall down over his forehead. It takes everything in you not to push it back out of his face. “Yeah, the game’s alright. Kinda hard to concentrate when you’re so close though. Think I’d rather be hanging out with his pretty daughter instead,” he smirks, making his honey brown eyes glisten with golden flecks. He was always so pretty, so heavenly, so warm.

“Oh yeah? Is that so?” you smile, resting the guitar on your lap as you trail your fingers along the wooden edges lightly.

“Mhm,” he hums out, standing and staring at you in a dreamlike way. “You excited for the concert Saturday?”

“You know I am,” you say with enthusiasm, sitting up straighter in your chair as you bounce with energy inside.

“I am, too,” he says eagerly. He runs a hand through his tousled curls again and looks at you almost nervously before he asks his next question. “I know your birthday is Friday, and I don’t know if you have plans with your friends or anything, but if you don’t I was thinkin’ maybe you’d wanna spend the night? Sarah’s gonna be gone this weekend, and I figured maybe you’d want a quiet evening in? If not, that’s fine. Just thought I’d offer ‘cause I wanna make your day special. It’s fine if you have plans, but I just…”

You cut him off before he can finish his thought. “Joel, there’s nothing else I’d rather do than be with you. That sounds perfect,” you respond with a big smile plastered on your lips, trying your hardest not to get up and wrap your arms around his neck while you bury yourself in his woodsy scent you so love.

“Really?” he asks almost timidly, not believing you’d want to spend your birthday inside with him when you probably had friends begging to drag you out to some crappy bar.

“Really,” you confirm with the nod of your head and a shy smile splayed on your face.

“Okay. It’s a date then, birthday girl.” His smile reaches his brown doe eyes as they crinkle around the edges, making your heart beat faster by how pretty he is. He’s perfect, so so perfect.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, you clear your throat and interrupt the heavy glances that nearly pull you over the edge. “Well, guess you should get back in there. I’m sure my dad’s wondering where you are,” you sigh, eyes falling back down to your guitar as you fight to not reach out and pull him down with you. It’s getting harder to control your feelings around your parents. You can’t deny it. That’s why you’re not sitting in the living room with them. It’d be too hard to sit on the couch when all you wanted was to be curled up in his lap.

“Yeah, guess I should,” he says slowly, not wanting to go back in just yet.

Before he turns away, you call his name quietly as he turns back toward you. “Miss you,” you whisper, voice barely audible above the blowing wind outside, but he hears you clearly as you see his brown eyes soften.

“I’m right here, baby,” he says as he takes two steps forward, letting his legs meet the edge of the chair as you look up at him.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah… I do,” he whispers back quietly. He looks back toward the sliding glass doors, looking for any sign of your mom or dad. When he sees no one, he reaches a hand down and runs it through your thick hair slowly. You groan as his nails slide through your scalp, making you feel safe every time his hands are on you.

The next thing he’s doing is leaning down and softly kissing the top of your head slowly as he lets his lips linger there for a few seconds, probably too long. It feels good, always leaves you wanting more.

He stands back up and lets his fingers drop from your hair, stepping back as he smiles one more time at you. “I’ll see you later, baby. Keep practicing, alright? Love hearing you play.” With that, he disappears behind the glass door and leaves you alone with an aching feeling in your gut. You want him. You want him so bad that it hurts. But he’s yours, he’s yours.

You pick up your guitar again and start strumming along the cords, finishing the song you were playing before he came outside. The second you finish the song, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. When you dig it out and unlock it you see Joel’s name pop up on the screen.

Joel: Miss you more, pretty girl.

The message nearly sends you into overdrive as you stare at the screen, your lips curled into a huge grin as you read it over and over again. Joel Miller was so soft, so sweet, so tender. You’d never get enough of him. Never.

You slide your phone back into your pocket and strum lightly on the guitar again, only thinking of Joel and his thick, calloused fingers. Thinking of every sweet message he’d ever sent you before. And if your heart wasn’t bursting at the seams before, it was now.

Your parents take you out to Bartlett’s Thursday night for your birthday, the best steakhouse around Austin. You chew on a piece of fresh steak and let the sweet, savory flavors melt in your mouth with every small bite you take.

The restaurant is quiet tonight, only a few couples dwindling at circular tables nearby that chatter quietly amongst themselves. You take in the deep crimson tablecloths, the vase of white roses that sit in the middle of each table, the silverware that’s splayed out next to fine china plates, watch as the busy waiters take water and orders to each table every few minutes. It’s a fancy restaurant, not one you come to often, but it’s one of your favorites.

As you take another bite of the delicious steak, your mom sets down her glass of wine and smiles at you. “So, have any big plans this weekend?”

“Mhm. Might not really be home this weekend. Gonna go out with some of the girls tomorrow, and I have a concert on Saturday,” you reply as you take a sip of red wine, letting it slide down as the taste of cherry meets your tastebuds.

“Oh, who with?” she asks as she cuts into her chewy steak.

“Just a couple girls from class. You don’t know them.” You feel bad for lying, but what could you really say? That you were practically spending all weekend with Joel at his house, and he was taking you on the best date of your life? Yeah right.

“That’s too bad. You’ll have to bring them over to the house sometime,” she says as she adjusts the pearly white necklace that laces around her long neck, letting her dark hair sweep over her shoulders.

“Sure,” you say as you dig your spoon into the fluffy white mashed potatoes.

“What concert you seeing on Saturday?” your dad asks in between mouthfuls of French fries.

“Ghost,” you say nervously, knowing your dad will have something bad to say about the band.

“Oh, isn’t that the band where the singer always wears a mask and dresses in priest costumes and plays that glam rock trash?” he laughs as your mom elbows him in the side.

“Yeah, dad. They aren’t glam rock though. They’re just rock and they’re good.” You emphasize the word and roll your eyes as you place a hand over your thigh.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have fun,” he laughs. “Did you know Joel was going, too?” he asks as he looks over the table at you. You almost spit out your wine as you choke on the sweet taste in your throat.

“No, I didn’t,” you lie as you dig your nails into your knee, letting them bite at your skin just past the point of pain.

“Huh. Thought he might’ve mentioned it since you’re into those types of bands. I didn’t even know he liked them. Would’ve never guessed, but he does surprise me all the time,” he laughs as he leans back into his chair, patting his full stomach as he cleans off his plate fully.

“Did he say who he was going with?” you ask as you chew another bite of steak, this piece not hitting the spot as nerves run down your spine.

“Said he was going alone. Kinda surprises me. Figured he’d take a date or something. But the old man’s going alone. Maybe you’ll see him there?”

“Maybe,” you say quietly, trying not to crack a smile as you know he’s taking you to the concert. You’re his date.

“Has he been off lately to you?” he asks as he knits his dark eyebrows together and narrows his eyes like he’s deep in thought. “He’s just been busier lately. Seems a lot happier too. Something or someone has been taking his time,” he says carefully.

You feel your cheeks burn red and try to cool down with a big gulp of ice water as you focus on not getting all worked up. “Oh, really? I guess I haven’t noticed then,” you say casually, not displaying much interest as you rut your black heels into the polished floor.

“Just is strange is all. He keeps turning down your mom’s friends, and I keep trying to get him to go out with Alexa, but he won’t budge at all. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with him, but he must be seeing someone,” he stammers out as he crosses his arms over his button-up white shirt.

“Maybe he just enjoys being single. Maybe doesn’t want to deal with dating?” You cock your eyebrow up at him and take another sip of water slowly, letting the icy goodness stop the burn in your throat.

You want to shout it, scream it across the entire restaurant that Joel Miller is yours. He doesn’t want other women because he wants you and you alone. That’s what you want to say to your dad, tell him to stop pushing women onto him because he’s yours. But you can’t. You don’t know if you ever could…

“Mmm. Maybe. But something is definitely up, and I’m gonna find out one of these days,” he promises.

Maybe he’d find out one day, but it wouldn’t be anytime soon. Not if you could help it.

Friday night you pack a bag and drive over to Joel’s, nerves pulling through you as you don’t know what all he has planned for you. You said you wanted a quiet evening in since tomorrow would be a busy, full day of fun. You know Joel’s full of surprises though. He was always doing things you wouldn’t expect of him. He kept you on your toes constantly.

As you park your SUV in the driveway next to his Chevy and climb out with your bag around your shoulder, you pull the pink dress over your thighs and hug the black jacket around the chill of the cool evening. When you climb up his porch and knock gently on the door, you wait till you hear his name echo through the house.

“C’mon in. Just finishing somethin’ up real quick,” he yells as his deep voice vibrates through the door. You twist the knob and head inside, dropping your purple bag in the entryway as you close the door and twist the lock tight. “In the kitchen,” he calls as you pull off your jacket and hang it on the brown coat rack that hangs by the door.

You smile as you make your way down the dimly lit hall as your white slip on Converse slide over the dark wood easily. You wonder what he’s up to and why he didn’t greet you at the door.

What is that man up to?

When you push past the long hallway and enter into the dim light open kitchen, you freeze in place. Joel stands against the marble countertop with a single red rose in his hand, twirling it between his fingertips as he smiles over at you gently. His brown eyes are warm, and they crinkle around the edges as the lines on his forehead raise when he lifts an eyebrow excitedly.

You gawk at him as you take in the surroundings of the kitchen. There on the center of the counter is a frosted cake that looks like he made it from scratch. Birthday candles glow in the soft lighting as they sparkle as the flame dwindles back and forth. A bouquet of red roses sit behind it with a black bow tied against the glass vase. And on the stove sits shrimp Alfredo and cheesy mashed potatoes, your favorite meal ever. But that’s not all. No. There’s also a small pink package with your name written on with the words happy birthday, angel scribbled on the side.

“Joel…” you whisper out, completely in a daze as your heart pulls in your throat. There’s no words for any of this. No words for how good he is to you.

His lips curl up into a shy smile as he hands the single rose to you, letting his fingers trace against yours as you take the flower from him and grab onto his soft grey t-shirt under his rolled up green flannel. “Happy birthday, baby,” he says as he leans down and brushes his lips against yours. You lean into him and dig your fingers against his cotton shirt, letting yourself take in his rich mahogany and woodsy scent. Wanting to breathe in every part of him as you fall apart all over him.

He drops his lips from yours and takes a step back, his calloused fingers curling around yours as he leans against the counter effortlessly. “Make a wish and blow out the candles, baby,” he smiles as you turn to face the lit up candles on the frosted birthday cake.

You take in the glow of the tall candles and blow gently, watching as the fire turns to smoke as the room fills with the scent of blown out smoky candles. You fan away the lingering smoke and face back toward him, laughing as you go.

He rubs his thumb tenderly over the back of your hand and looks into your eyes intensely. “So, what’d ya wish for?” he asks with a smug smirk on his face.

“I already have my wish. It’s you,” you say choked up, eyes glistening into his as your whole heart swells with warmth.

“Oh, is that right?” he asks as he slides his arms around your waist and pulls you flush to his broad chest, making you giggle in response.

“Mhm, that’s right,” you say shyly.

“Well, then. Looks like we think the same. ‘Cause I’ve been wishin’ for you for a long time.” He tucks a loose curl behind your ear and pulls you in. “C’mere.” He presses his lips against yours as you drink him in, parting your lips to allow him to slot his tongue inside. You embrace his warmth, devour his coffee taste, ravish all of him as you’re tied to him like a strong rope around an anchor. He’s yours. He’s yours.

When he breaks apart his lips from yours, he holds you close to him, not letting you out of his strong grip. Your eyes slide down to the cake with white frosting spread all around the top, some spilling over the corners. You look at it closely, see the way it was so carefully made by hand. And then it dawns on you. He made it.

“So, about the cake. Did you make it?” you ask as your glowing eyes trace up to his, a warm smile growing on his face.

“Mhm. Took me a little bit to get just right, but I think I did pretty good. Strawberry cake with vanilla icing on top. That’s your favorite, right?”

Your eyes widen at the realization. No one had ever made you a cake before that was homemade. And he was so careful to pick out what you liked and what was your favorite things. He was quite literally a slice of heaven. Mere perfection in your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s my favorite. Joel… thank you. That was so sweet. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble for me,” you say shaking your head, laughing at how stupid you must look for getting emotional over a cake. But it wasn’t just that. It was the effort he always put into you, the way he always cared and tried for you. He showed you every single day how much he wanted you, and it nearly brought you to your knees every second that you were his.

“‘Course I did, darlin’. It’s your birthday, your special day. The day you turn twenty-six. I wanted it to be extra special. Wanted to do all the things that make you happy.”

You hook your arms around his neck and smile softly up at him. “You make me happy, Joel Miller. You. Just you breathing and being in my space is enough to make me happy.”

He tics his jaw, and you can see warmth flood his honeysuckle eyes. The crows feet pulling at the edges of his brown eyes the wider he smiles. It’s absolutely mesmerizing. “That’s you, sweet girl. You make me happy.”

He lowers his lips back down to yours as you envelop his syrupy taste and smell, feel every single muscle in your body burn for him. This is what happiness was supposed to feel like, and you found it with Joel. Joel was your happiness.

After a few minutes of making out against the marble counter, you find yourself sitting across from him at the table eating shrimp Alfredo, cheesy mashed potatoes, and seasoned vegetables. It’s delicious, every single bite tasting savory and sensational against your salivating tastebuds.

You take in the mood lighting of the citrus candles, see the two red heart balloons tied to the back of a wooden chair, hear the low hum of a Metallica album playing in the living room. It’s quiet, peaceful, perfect with just the two of you. You couldn’t have asked for a better birthday than this with the sweetest boyfriend your heart could’ve ever desired. He had you hooked like a baited fish, ready to be reeled in at any moment.

“This is delicious. I didn’t know you were such a great cook,” you smile as you take another bite of your creamy Alfredo noodles.

“M’glad you like it. I don’t cook a ton, but when I do I actually kinda enjoy it. It’s sorta relaxing if that makes any sense.”

He takes a bite of his mashed potatoes and keeps his eyes on you, a faint smile curling up on the edge of his big lips. “I get it. It can be fun. Especially if it involves sweets.”

Joel laughs and shakes his head. “‘Course. You always were such a sweet tooth. Weren’t ya?” he asks with a wink, making you blush with the way he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole. He makes you frazzled all the time, and you don’t think that would ever go away.

“Speaking of sweet things. You ready for some cake?”

“Oh, I’m so ready,” you smile.

He laughs and rises from his chair, pulling you up by your arm as he takes you over to the counter and cuts you a big piece of cake. He lays it on a white plate, and you see just how pink and delicious it looks as the creamy frosting covers every inch of the square. Before you can take a bite, Joel swipes his index finger into the frosted icing and smears it across your cheek.

Your eyes grow wide and your eyebrows rise in surprise. “Joel!” you whine as you try to brush it off your skin. Joel grabs your wrist carefully before you can clean it off yourself.

“Oops. Was an accident,” he smiles mischievously as a devilish smirk curls around the edges of his lips.

“Haha very funny,” you chime out as you roll your eyes. “Now clean up the mess you made, Mr. jokester.”

He fully obliges as he pulls you to his broad chest and moves your hair to the side. “I planned on it,” he smirks. He flattens his warm tongue against your cheek and laps up all the frosting, making sure he goes slow, gets every speck as something pulls deep in your stomach. You shouldn’t be this turned on by him cleaning off the mess he made, but you are. So turned on.

“It’s good, baby. So sweet,” he purrs, a full smirk encased over his lips as he stares you down with those dreamy chocolate eyes of his.

“Didn’t even let me have the first taste,” you pout, jutting your bottom lip out as he smiles in return.

“I’m sorry, baby. Here. Have a taste.” He hooks his thick thumb into the icing again and brings it to your cherry coated lips. “Open up, darlin’.”

You fully oblige, opening your mouth just wide enough for him to slide his thumb in. You lick his finger clean, letting the vanilla goodness run down your throat as you hold tight to his wrist. You give him another long lick, this one just for show and watch him burn with desire.

His pupils can’t decide what to do. They grow wider, blowing out as darkness takes over. The once honey colored eyes grow into dark, deep chocolate eyes that want to devour you whole. He’s as turned on as you now, his breathing picking up as his nostrils flare out. “Taste good?” he asks as his large hands cover the sides of your hips, digging his nails into you for good measure.

“So good,” you purr.

He backs you up slowly to the edge of the counter, his finger digging back into your piece of cake as he takes a chunk of pasty frosting and paints it all over your inner thigh. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” He drags out the words with a pathetic apology as he bends down and wraps his hand around your ankle, sliding his tongue up your thigh as he nibbles at the frosting, lazing his tongue up and down like he’s licking a cold popsicle on a warm summer day.

You dig your hands into the cool marble, sinking your nails in deep as you try to hold in a moan. He’s doing this on purpose, but you don’t mind. You want him to keep going. “Joel,” you whine out as you feel your panties start to grow wet under your blooming arousal. “What are you… oh.” Your words cut off as he trails higher, nipping just inches below your short pink dress.

Fuck, he loves to tease you. He’s getting you all worked up, wanting you nice and wet for him. He knows how to get you there, too. He’s too damn smooth with his moves. He could get you off by just the sound of his melodic, deep voice. Could make you cum by just blowing sweet whispered incantations in your ear.

“Wanted something even sweeter to eat and that would be you, darlin’.”

He hoists you up on the counter, bare legs hanging down as he stands up slowly, arms hooking around your waist and sliding you forward to the edge. Your breath gets caught in your throat as your cheeks burn hot. You feel flushed, turned on, excited. He was going to make you cum hard, you just knew it.

“You look so beautiful in that pink dress, baby. Did I tell you that yet?” he asks tenderly as he slides his hands up your short skirt, one hand ghosting across your slick center as you breathe out a flustered breath.

“No, I don’t think so,” you gulp as his thumb brushes over your clothed folds, elating a gasp as he breezes past the edge of your needy clit. You whine between your teeth as he drops his thumb.

“You’re always so fuckin’ wet, sweetheart,” he growls, teasing his other hand across the waistband of your panties.

“Mhm. You always make me wet,” you moan, begging him to put his fingers on you again. He gets the point from your pleading eyes and your labored breathing, stepping into you as he pushes your thighs further apart as his large body crowds your space.

“Hips up for me, sweetheart,” he asks nicely, and you generously obey.

As you lift your hips, he pulls the soaked black lace down your legs, dropping them to the floor as he lifts your skirt up all the way, leaving your pussy on full display for him to feast on with his eyes. His eyes go pitch black, pupils blown out as he licks his bottom lip seductively. It makes you want him even more as you watch the flames in his eyes dance for you.

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby. Soakin’ wet for me. Goddamn,” he says with a lust filled haze in his voice. He trails his fingers up your inner thigh, brushes over your center and spreads your folds wide as he sinks his calloused thumb down on you, slowly circling your puffy clit meticulously.

“Joel,” you moan, bucking your hips up as your body screams in pleasure. More, more, more.

“Oh, you like that do you?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, a smirk pressed hard on the edge of his mouth.

“Mhm,” you hum out, unable to respond with words right now.

“Well, think you’ll like what I’m gonna do next,” he smirks.

He drops to his knees before you, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders as he gently kisses up your ankle, past your knees, up your inner thighs tenderly and then stops before he gets to your center where you need him most.

He glances up at you, a pure vision as his pupils blow out wide and his tousled curls drop down on his forehead slightly. He looks so damn handsome, so ravenous as he stares up at you with that heated look in his smoldering eyes. He wants to eat you alive, and you’ll let him.

“Birthday girls deserve to cum,” he smirks, half-hooded eyes staring up at you. “And I’m gonna make you cum hard, baby,” he growls.

Before you can respond, his mouth is on you in a flash. He licks a thick, generous stripe up your folds and groans at the first taste of you. You arch your back against the counter as he spreads your folds and draws slow, meticulous circles over your throbbing clit.

You moan out his name and dig your fingers into his tousled curls, eliciting a deep groan out of Joel’s chest as your fingers deepen in his hair. His tongue is so experienced, so impressive as he devours you, leaving you completely breathless every time he sucks and pulls your throbbing bundle of nerves into his giving mouth.

He moves two fingers inside of your dripping hole, slowly pumping his fingers deep inside you as you swear you feel him hit the back of your walls over and over again. You moan his name out loudly as he hooks his thick fingers up, hitting that deep spongy spot that makes you tighten your ankles around the back of his neck.

“You like that, don’t ya, baby?” he coos, lust blown eyes staring up at you from the dark wooden floor.

“Yes, ahhh,” you say in a breathy moan, voice getting higher pitched the more he ruts up into you. Your walls flutter around him the deeper he goes. You’re so close that you can taste the desire to cum on the back of your tongue, fingers twisting around his curls as you beg him to lick you up and down again.

“What do ya want, angel? Use your words,” he coos gently as he continues to pulverize your insides again and again.

“Want your…. want your tongue on me,” you whine, biting your lip as you feel more slick run down your thigh.

“Can you say please, baby? Say it. I wanna hear it…” he purrs, black eyes trained on you. “I love when you beg.”

“Pleaseeeee, Joel,” you beg hoarsely.

“Good girl,” he growls. He dives his tongue back into you, moving it up and down as he tastes you, torments you into oblivion. He tugs at your swollen clit, moaning every time he pulls you into his mouth, savoring your sweet flavor on his delicious tongue.

He loves eating you out, loves making you feel good, loves to make you cum as he feasts on you. You’re his favorite meal of the day he always tells you. He could eat you up every second of every day if he could. He loves it, craves it, needs it. Needs you.

He pumps his fingers faster, swirls his tongue languidly over your clit, and you’re right on the edge. You feel the warm rush start in your spine, slowly easing over your stomach and pelvis, warming your insides as you clench up around his fingers. You claw at his hair, feel your eyes start to roll in the back of your skull as white noise rushes through your ears.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Yeah. There ya go. Let me see you spill for me,” he growls, pulling your tingling bundle of nerves into his mouth, and it sends you over the edge one last time.

You tighten up against his fingers and feel yourself wash over him with warm slick that doesn’t seem to stop. He groans as he licks up the mess between your legs, laps at every crevice of your center as he licks and licks until there’s nothing left except your oversensitive clit and sated feeling.

You collapse back onto your elbows as you watch him slide your panties back into place, see him stand up tall over you as your slick coats his patchy beard, glistening over his dark mustache. He’s so beautiful, so fucking perfect. And he’s yours. He’s yours.

He places his large hands around your waist and scoots you to the edge, gently lowering you down to the ground as he braces you against his firm chest. Your legs shake underneath you, but he holds you up to where you can’t fall.

“Whoa, easy there. Think I did a number on your legs,” he laughs as he trails his hand up and down your lower back, soothing you from the intense orgasm he just gave you.

“You can say that,” you laugh as you lean your head into his soft flannel, eyes looking up at him as you see the soft glow of your slick on his beard. It nearly sends you falling to the floor.

“You gonna make it upstairs tonight?” he asks with an amused look on his face as his honey eyes seep into yours affectionately.

“Gonna have to carry me.”

“That can be arranged,” he smirks.

He picks you up and cradles you bridal style as you wrap your arms around his neck, laughing carefree as he takes you up the stairs and places you into his bed, leaving room for him to slide in beside you. When he finds a comfortable spot on his back, he pulls you into his arms as you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his side.

“This is nice,” you say quietly as he takes his hand and entwines his fingers with yours, knotting them together like a ball of yarn as you get lost in his calloused touch. He slides his thumb over the back of your hand, gently caressing you with nothing but care in his touch. The feeling is soothing, relaxing, delicate. You crave his touch like you crave caffeine, the feeling euphoric and addicting.

“Mhm. Love havin’ you here with me, baby. Feels empty when you’re not,” he says honestly as he takes his right hand and rakes it through your hair gently, lulling you into a calm, sated state.

“Yeah? You miss me when I’m not here?” you ask, shifting your weight to lift your chin and look up at him behind your long lashes.

“All the time,” he breathes, a still gaze focused on you as his calm eyes drag over you slowly. Your heart aches in your chest, a longing burn carrying through your body as you sit and stare at the man that sets your soul on fire. You ache for him, burn for him, mourn when he isn’t around. Two souls on fire for the other. A perfect match made in heaven. Joel was your saving grace, your way to heaven. You think he’d always be.

You raise up and settle onto his chest, brushing your lips over his as you savor his taste, still tasting the frosting from minutes before of the cake you still haven’t fully tasted. That could wait. Right now you wanted Joel.

“You miss me even now?” you tease, nose brushing over his as he smiles warmly up at you.

“Yes,” he murmurs, putting his hands behind your hips as he hugs you to his chest.

“Me too,” you reply, lips hovering just over his.

“I’m right here, baby. Not goin’ anywhere.” He pulls your head down to his as his lips crash into yours, feeling as if you were just splashed with a refreshing rush of water. You sink down into him, your hands running wildly through his tousled curls as his tongue dances along with yours. It’s slow, hot, possessive as he invades your mouth with his sweet taste that makes you weak at the knees.

You don’t know how long you’re there for, don’t know how you go from being fully clothed to completely naked as your bodies toss and turn passionately in the dark blue sheets. Your mind is a blur as your legs go over his shoulders, his thick cock driving into you over and over again as slick covers his entire length.

It feels like your whole body is on fire, center sated as he pumps you full of himself, emptying his spend in you as you both moan and whine as the orgasms wash over you like a blanket of bliss.

He pulls you back into his chest, breath ragged as you both come down from your orgasms. The room is hot, smelling of thick arousal and sex. It smells like him, the man you’re absolutely crazy about. It puts you at complete ease as you start to drift off to sleep on his chest with his thick fingers running through your hair.

You don’t remember falling asleep, it doesn’t take long till you’re under a blanket of darkness, but you’re not alone. Joel’s here with you. Easing you and lulling you into a blissful night’s sleep as you wrap yourself in his mahogany scent. This is where you belong, where you’ll choose to stay. This is it. This is home. He is home.

The next day is absolutely perfect. Joel gives you the best morning sex or your life and cooks you breakfast right after you shower together. Blueberry pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and leftover cake that melts like cotton candy in your mouth. You swear you’ve never tasted something as sweet and delicious before except for maybe him.

He picks up your favorite ice cream, strawberry, and then spends the day walking around hand in hand with you at Mayfield Park and Nature Preserve. One of your favorite places to relax and clear your mind. But you don’t have to clear your mind today, you get to relish in the fact that your favorite person in the entire world is at your side and trailing his calloused thumb up and down the back of your hand slowly, intimately. And it’s probably the best birthday weekend you’ve ever had in your life. Not even your sweet sixteen could top this one. Not when you have Joel.

You stay there till it’s time to get ready for the concert. You let the open windows of his revved up Chevy blow through your locks, let your arm hang out the window as you take in the cool breeze of November, soaking up the Texas sun as it warms the back of your arm. He lays his hand over your thigh and rubs slow circles over the material of your faded blue jeans. It’s so easy with him. Everything is easy with him. And you just know he’s the one you’re supposed to be with. He’s the one you were meant to find. Your everything…

In the next hour, you’re standing in his bedroom and assessing the outfit you picked to wear tonight. Your hands fall over the tight black leather skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles as you turn in a circle and make sure everything is intact. The sparkly lace sleeveless tank top fits you perfectly, and the white slip-on Converse just adds to the outfit. You feel hot, ready to enjoy a night of good music and even better company.

You generously apply some shiny pink lip gloss to your moisturized lips and draw sharp cat eyes with your liquid eyeliner over your sparkly, smokey eyeshadow. As you smooth out your wavy curls, you hear a low whistle come from the corner of the room and hear his drawn out deep voice come out like a dream.

“You look so good, baby. Absolutely breathtaking,” he says with a hum to his voice that comes off like a lilt, a voice you could listen to all day long on repeat.

You smile and roll your eyes nonchalantly, turning towards him and freeze when you take in just what he’s wearing. He leans up against the doorway of the bathroom, his right arm flexing against the rolled up red flannel that fights against his bulging biceps. His veins run thickly down his arms, whispering tempting thoughts into your ears to go sink into them.

His hair is slicked back, tousled curls held down by the gel that glues them in place. His flannel is left open, a dark Metallica shirt clinging to his broad chest. His dark blue jeans press firmly to his toned thighs, and when your eyes skate down his long legs you gasp at the shoes he wears. White Chuck Taylor All Star Converse sit laced against his feet, pulling the whole outfit together perfectly.

Your jaw drops to the floor at how ridiculously good he looks. He’s not just good looking, he’s so hot. The hottest man you’d ever seen in your life. And the white Converse? You’d never seen him wear any before. He was always in his worn, leather work boots. Not today, though. Today he wore Converse. Today was something new.

“What?” he asks with knitted brows pulled together, bringing his arm down from the doorway as he crosses his arms together, making the flannel pull tight around big arms. “Do I look funny or something? I can change if…”

“No!” you shout, cutting off his sentence as he looks at you surprised. “You look good, Joel. So good like wow. How the fuck are you so hot?”

He chuckles as he sticks his big hands into the pockets of his jeans. “You think I look hot?” he asks in an amused tone, his lips curling up into a big grin as a dimple forms against his cheek.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Yes,” you say while nodding your head fervently. “And the Converse? I’ve never seen you wear anything like that,” you say with shock rolling off your tongue, still amazed at what you were seeing.

“Oh, these?” he asks as he kicks one foot out, scoffing against the grey carpet. “Sarah helped me pick them out at the mall. I told her I was taking you to a rock concert, and she helped me look for some kinda like yours. Said she thought they were perfect, so I went with ‘em. Wanted to match with my girl,” he blushes as he runs a hand through his slick curls nervously.

You’re speechless, left lock jawed and trying not to get emotional. But the effort he put into picking out the right shoes, the way he wanted to match you? Well, that in itself was enough to start a fire in your heart.

“Joel Miller,” you say incredibly as you walk up to him and throw your arms around his neck, his own arms circling your hips as he pulls you into his chest, “you are the sweetest, most kind boyfriend I’ve ever had. You really went shopping for new shoes just for me? To match me?”

“Mhm,” he hums out, “wanted to make a good impression for a certain beautiful girl who’s way out of my league,” he teases as a small chuckle leaves his lips, his fingers digging into the leather of your skirt.

You laugh as you cup your hands together behind his neck, feeling his hair tickle the insides of your wrists. “Out of my league, huh?” you ask curiously, cocking your eyebrow up as you tread dangerously close to the edge of his smooth lips.

“That’s right. What’s a young, beautiful thing like you want with a forty-seven year old single father like me?” he laughs, a hint of insecurity shuttering on the tip of his tongue as his caramel eyes swirl in your vision.

You take the tip of your index finger and place it on his bottom lip, silently putting all his insecurities to sleep. “Everything,” you manage to say aloud.

You drop your finger and grab his soft t-shirt, pulling his lips down to yours as you both get lost in the cosmic kiss that sets your soul on fire. You take in his masculine, rich cologne scent and entangle yourself in his tousled curls, getting drawn into all of him as he pulls you tighter against him, lingering his lips on yours as he pulls at your bottom lip and slowly disconnects from your mouth. You groan at the loss of him.

“Should probably head out,” he says raggedly as he catches his breath. You nod in agreement.

“Yeah, guess we should.”

He takes your hand in his firm grip and leads you out of his room and down the stairs to his parked Chevy in the driveway, making sure he opens your door as you climb into the comfy seat of his truck. When he starts up the truck and latches his seatbelt into the buckle, he places his hand on the top of your knee and draws slow circles as you melt into his warm, calloused touch.

You’d go anywhere with him, let him drive all night long with the wind in your hair and his hand running up and down your thigh slowly as you look at his perfect side profile with his lips curled up in a delicious smile that sets your soul on fire. This is where you wanted to be, where you always wanted to be.

The concert venue is packed as you walk through the glass doors and hand over your shiny tickets for the attendant to scan you in. As you step through the doorway, you see the various colorful guitars line the walls, see packs of people walking left and right trying to navigate their way around the venue. The smell of beer and popcorn fill the air, mixed perfumes getting lost in the crowd as you move through the sea of people.

You make your way down the concrete steps and walk into the general admission area, finding a place right in the middle as Joel’s hand doesn’t stray away from your interlocked fingers. The sound of Blink-182 hums through the speakers as various types of people sing to the words.

You look up at Joel and see his eyes scanning the stage at the setup of the band equipment, shifting his weight from side to side to the beat of the song. You know he doesn’t know this band, but you’ll amuse him anyways.

“Do you even know who this band is?” you laugh as you look at his pearlescent teeth shining just underneath his parted lips.

“Ummm, Fall Out Boy?” he asks with his eyebrows knitted together and a line of wrinkles mapping all along his forehead. You stifle out a chuckle as you shake your head.

“No, close. Blink-182,” you smile, laughing with him as he runs a nervous hand through his slicked back curls.

“Ahh. Was close,” he chuckles. “You’re gonna have to give me a lesson on all these bands you like. I can’t keep up.”

“Only if you show me more of the music you love. I’m not as familiar with older rock bands from the 70’s-80’s. Except maybe a few,” you say as you lean into his arm, resting your head on his shoulder as he hums out an idea.

“I will, but maybe I can just take you to some shows? Like Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Guns N’ Roses?” he asks as his honeysuckle eyes linger on yours, making a shiver run down your spine in the heat of his stare.

You flutter your eyelashes up at him as you part your lips, tasting happiness and contentment on the tip of your tongue. “I would love to, Joel. I’ll go to any concert you want, will go anywhere you want. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters.”

A warm smile fills his face, his honey eyes lighting up like fireworks as the crow’s feet pull tight at the sides. He looks like magic with the dimly lit colorful lights floating above him, painting the room shades of red and warm colors as his smile reflects off the illumination of the large arena. And you can’t help but feel that deep ache pull in your gut. Tugging at your heartstrings as he reaches inside your chest, entwining his own strings with yours as you become completely tangled together. One beating heart that burns for the other. Irrevocable, bound. A clear picture of two souls completely enamored with the other. Just like a spreading fire, burning shades of amber and orange that coat your insides with pure bliss. Wildfire.

Just as you get lost in his amber eyes, the lights go down and Breaking Benjamin takes the stage as the entire crowd erupts into screams of excitement. You break eye contact and draw your eyes to the now lit up stage as the lead singer yells to ask how everyone is doing tonight. More screaming erupts and then they start up playing “Breath”, one of their more popular songs.

Joel pulls you into his broad chest as his arms snake around your waist, holding you close through their whole performance. You sway your hips, sing along to every song, and even Joel nods his head to the beat.

He surprises you when you hear him quietly singing parts of “Angels Fall”, one of your favorites that you’ve probably played for him hundreds of times. But it warms your heart to know he’s grown to like this band, a band which you’ve loved since you could remember. And you can’t help but look up from the corner of your eye and watch the way he stays transfixed on the stage, paying attention to every detail of the guitarist’s hands as they strum along the stage. You could see him up there, shredding on the electric guitar. A sight you’d pay anything to see.

He catches you looking up at him, and he smiles gently as he pulls his lips down, down, down until he’s placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You lean into him, taking in every single moment of this night with your dreamy date. You can’t think of anywhere else you’d rather spend this night than with him.

When they finish their last song and clear the stage, the lights come back up and the sea of crowd parts like the Red Sea, opening up the pit as people flock to go get drinks and merch up the stairs. You turn around to Joel stretching his back, a slight wince in his furrowed eyebrows as you hear him pop his back and neck.

“You alright?” you ask as you reach a hand out to rub at his lower back.

“Mhm. Just didn’t realize I’d be so stiff standing at a concert. My knees are killing me,” he whines with the huff of his warm breath.

“I’m sorry. Can I do anything to help?” you ask as you run your hand up his thick, veiny arm in a calming aura. Joel catches your wrist and brings it back down to his side to lace his fingers in between yours.

“Nah, I’ll be fine, angel. Don’t worry about me. Just gettin’ old is all,” he says with a deep chuckle as it radiates through your chest.

“You’re not old,” you laugh as you smack him lightly against his arm.

“Oh, yes I am,” he fires back.

“Whatever,” you say with an eye roll that makes him laugh even more.

“Next time we’ll get seats. How ‘bout that?” he asks with a charming smile spread taut across his mouth. It sends butterflies through your lower regions.

“Deal,” you nod as you spill up at him.

Next time. The words give you life, make you tingle with warmth as the words make a silent promise that there will be a next time. This thing you have together isn’t just temporary. It means he wants you. He wants you. And you want him. Forever and always. You never want to let him go. Never.

It doesn’t take long until Ghost comes out on stage, lighting up the venue with flashing bright lights and visuals that give off a party vibe. Tobias is dressed in a fitted black suit with his black hair slicked back and his skeleton looking mask stuck to his face. He’s handsome, making all the girls swoon as he flirts with the audience and starts off the show with “Spillways” blaring through the speakers.

The crowd sways and jumps, singing out all the lyrics as you hear men and women scream every time the guitarists gesture their hands in the audience’s direction. You feel Joel behind you nodding his head to the beat, feel his foot tap along to the cords of the guitar that echo through the arena. He’s enjoying himself, having fun. You can’t help but feel a little dizzy that you’re actually here with him. That he liked you so much that he’d get out of his comfort zone and take you to see a band he slowly warmed up to. And he ended up liking these guys, you just couldn’t believe it.

During the middle of the show, “Dance Macabre” starts to play and you spin around fast as Joel laces his hands into yours eagerly. It’s your song, the one you and Joel always turn up loud when it plays in his truck. Our song.

There’s a sting in the way you kiss me.

Something within your eyes said it could be the last time before it’s over.

Joel spins you in a circle and pulls you against his chest, slow dancing with you in a circle as you both laugh and chant out the lyrics together.

Just want to be, want to bewitch you in the moonlight.

Just want to be, want to bewitch you all night.

The lyrics hit you like a tsunami, Joel had bewitched you. He won you over heart and soul. Every single part of him you desired, burned for.

As you continue to dance and sing the lyrics to each other, the world seems to fade away. It’s almost like everyone else in the room disappears, fades into the black. You can only hear Joel’s melodic voice carrying through your ears as you sink deeper into him. His warm, deep brown eyes only look at you, and they shine brighter than you’ve ever seen them glow before.

You can’t break away from his gaze, can’t wipe the ridiculous grin you have plastered on your face, can’t stop singing the enchanting lyrics with him as he spins you around once more, latching his arms around your waist as he pulls you in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, stand on your tiptoes to ghost your lips over his as he brings his forehead down onto yours, resting it there as he stares deep into your eyes. It’s just you and him, floating off on your own island that was made just for you as the music carries through your ears.

This feels different, so intimate, so special. It’s as if the universe and all the stars aligned together to put you and Joel in this place and time together. Like nothing else matters in the world. It’s just you and him dancing, singing the lyrics together, and getting lost in each other's eyes. It’s absolute magic, magnetic, euphoric. And you swear you see forever in his eyes.

When the song ends he pulls you in for a slow, romantic kiss, not caring about who might see. He doesn’t care about anything other than you in this moment of time, doesn’t want to ever let this moment go. Because it means the world to him. You mean the world to him.

When you turn back towards the stage and Joel wraps his arms back around your waist, you pull your iPhone out and open up the camera. You want to remember this moment forever, want to keep it locked safe in your memories so you can look back months later and remember one of the happiest nights of your life.

“Take a picture with me?” you ask shyly as you hold your phone up.

“What, the prettiest girl wants to take a picture with me? I’m flattered, sweetheart. Gonna make me look bad though,” he smiles as he blows gently against your ear, nipping your earlobe as you drown in his sweet smelling cologne.

“I could never make you look bad, Joel Miller,” you laugh.

You angle the phone just right where you’re both looking into the camera, his face resting beside your cheek as he smiles devastatingly handsome into the lense. You snap a picture and then another, but then he’s changing positions and giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

You snap another picture of him like that, looking nothing but love struck for each other. Then you turn around and plant your lips on his as he holds you tight by the waist. You capture the moment, snapping a couple shots as your lips linger over his. These would be some of the best memories of tonight, something you could print off and put in a picture frame. Your favorite keepsake of them all, and that was Joel Miller.

You drag your tired legs outside the concert venue, dreading the long walk back to the truck. It’s only a few blocks away, but still. It feels like miles in the state you’re in.

Joel notices you lagging behind and slows his long stride. “You okay there? Look a little tired,” he asks as he takes your hand in his to steady yourself.

“I’m just tired. I feel like I’m about to fall over. Soooo tired and my feet are on fire, but it was absolutely worth it,” you smile, eyes lighting up at the curl of his lips on his beautiful face.

“You need a hand, darlin’? Don’t want ya fallin’ over on me now,” he laughs, and the sound is infectious as it rings sensually through your ears.

“I’ll be okay,” you sigh, continuing to walk with the burn of the back of your heels.

Before you can comprehend what happens, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder as you scream and laugh at the same time, throwing your arms around his neck to support yourself.

“Joel! Put me down! I don’t want people seeing up my skirt,” you laugh as he tugs on the material, making sure you’re fully covered.

“Not a chance, sweetheart. And you’re covered, I got ya.” He gives a gentle slap to your ass as you shriek and dig your fingers into his tousled curls at the nape of his neck. You relax your head against the crook of his neck and let him carry you back to the truck as the bottom of your feet start to let up.

“Your back, Joel. I don’t want to irritate it,” you say with concern running off your tongue. The last thing you want to do is throw his back out. You’d be giving him back massages endlessly to make up for it if that’s what happened.

“I’m alright, darlin’. Don’t worry about me. Gotta take care of the birthday girl,” he beams as he carries you across the road to the large, busy parking lot he parked in earlier.

“You’re sweet, Joel, but really. I don’t want to hurt you,” you repeat, your words coming out more serious than before.

“I’m fine, baby. Really.” You nod your head and sigh, continue letting him carry you until he gets to the truck, unlocking the door as he sits you down into the passenger seat and closes the door gently behind you. When he opens his door and gets situated in the driver’s seat, you flatten your body over the entire front seat and curl your head onto his lap as you dig your hand into his dark jeans.

“You gonna make me drive like that, baby?” he laughs as you turn on your back and look up at him, latching on to his flannel as you smile up at him.

“Was thinking about it.”

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, and you can feel all the vibrations in his body go through yours. It’s a nice feeling, makes you feel even more connected to him.

“I had the best time tonight,” you say quietly as you drag your thumb against the cotton material, making circular patterns as you focus on the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re the only one he sees.

“Me too, angel. I can’t tell you the last time I had that much fun at a concert. But I can tell you one thing, it’s because you were with me,” he says with his lips curling up into a sideways smile that nearly takes the breath from you.

“Yeah?” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he confirms with the nod of his head, a stray curl falling down onto his forehead as it escapes from the gel in his hair. You lift your hand and push it back into place, letting him catch your wrist and bring his lips down to your knuckles, tenderly kissing them as he brings your hand back down to your lap.

He trails his calloused fingers against your cheekbone slowly, dipping them over your jawline as tingles rush down your spine. His fingers feel electric, magnetic, like a current flowing through your insides.

His eyebrows knit together in concentration and he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, letting it linger as he stares soulfully down to your lips, letting his honey eyes pull back up to yours.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he asks quietly, a dazed expression meeting his eyes as the words come out warm, almost loving.

You nod up at him slowly. “You make me feel beautiful, Joel. You.”

He stares at you for another minute, eyes flicking between your lips and then back into your eyes. This time he holds your gaze, his eyes shifting into something you’ve never seen before. Something new, something exciting, uncharted territory.

You get lost in his gaze, exploring every warm fleck of sunlight that captures his brown irises. You watch the light brown flecks turn to warm honey colors as they seem to mix in with the darker brown shades of his eyes. You swear you can see whole galaxies in those eyes, can see yourself etched into the crevices that mix to make sunlight and splashes of amber painted together. You think you see your whole future in his eyes, can hear his irises calling your name like that’s where you belong, can feel yourself mixed together in the blood that keeps his beating heart alive, can taste the promise of forever in his arms. Like home is in his eyes, in his mind, in his heart, in his spirit, in his entire being. And you know that this is more than just infatuation and attraction. It’s more than chemistry, more than just a fling. It’s love, it’s pure undeniable love.

You see the way his eyes grow wide, see his lips curl up into the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen before. You see he realizes it now, too. He feels it just as much as you do, feels the irrevocable pull that ties him to you, sees the girl of his wildest dreams. And that girl is you. It’s you.

He says your name slowly, quietly as he brushes a curl behind your ear and drags his fingers down your jawline, stopping right on your cheek as he traces slow strokes against your soft skin. And you know it’s coming, can see it in those dreamy eyes of his that you so desperately long to see every single day.

“I love you…” The words wash slowly off his lips as those three words send a wildfire running down your veins, coating your insides with warmth and longing that you’ve never felt before. He loves you. He loves you.

You wipe away a tear that pulls at your waterline, letting your smile take over your giddy features as you reach your hand up and run it through his salt and pepper scruff, getting lost in his touch, his scent, his everything. For this moment is raw, real, so very authentic.

“And I love you, Joel Miller. So much. So very much. How’d I get so lucky?” you choke out as he leans down and crashes his lips against yours as the flames ignite together.

The kiss is messy, passionate, everything you ever wanted after the sweetest love confession of your life. You let him bury his hands in your hair, let him inside your mouth as he slots his tongue up against yours, getting completely lost in his taste, his smell, his passion.

You know now that he burns for you just as much as you burn for him. Two flames consuming the other until there’s only one left. Twin flames that burn bright together. And it’s everything you ever wanted, everything you ever dreamed.

Joel Miller is it for you. He’s the only one that can set your soul on fire like this. The only one you want to set you on fire. And so you let him burn in your presence, consume you until you’re nothing but a flame that only burns for him. He’s your constant, your person, your everything.

When you finally part lips and find the parking lot almost empty, Joel starts the truck up and puts it in drive, leaving one hand tangled in yours as your fingers connect like webs. Your head stays in his lap as your eyes close partially, letting the hum of the truck and his calloused fingers sing you to sleep. You’re going back home. Not to your parent’s place, but to his. That’s where you belong, where you want to stay. With him. Because he is your home.

He’s home.

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STARS AND SEX

eddie munson x fem reader

WARNINGS: characters are 18+, reader is able to consent, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, smut, consent is given, penetrating sex, no protection (wrap it before you tap it!)

she could feel the cool metal of the roof press against her shoulder blades just where the fabric of the tank top she wore seemed to cut off.

Her hair sprawled out amongst the metal roof as she had a half empty bottle of liquor resting in the soft grasp of her hand.

She flicked off the cap and took another swig feeling as the liquid seemed to burn down her throat, like a pit of hell she was swallowing.

She looked to her side to see nothing but the bare metal and well the trailer just a few yards away where the light in Mr. Munsons bedroom was on

the curtains closed but you could see part of an imprint of them, Eddie ruffling his hair or maybe even just trying to untangle his wild bunch of curls he somehow managed to rock.

She liked the look on him and how she could feel her heart lower softly as she saw the shadow disappear and now she took another sip of the bottle and flicked her eyes at the sky.

the light pollution near the homes and the neighborhoods of Hawkins were bad, almost so bad you could barely see the beautiful stars that lingered above in the dark sky.

The stars that shined downed and seemed to give such a beautiful glow to her, in the shitty trailer park she lived in she could see the stars clearly or at-least some what.

And whenever she felt lonely she'd look up at the sky, for hours and hours she'd gaze at the stars maybe getting black out drunk or just staring until she fell asleep a top of the roof.

She could hear a trailer door open and she flicked her head back in the direction of Eddie's trailer watching his metal door shut behind him and his feet hitting the steps on his way down.

He rattled his keys and the sudden ness of a glass bottle hitting the metal seemed to startle him ever so suddenly but he seemed to loosen up when he heard a loud groan from a top the roof.

He looked up to see as y/n sat up, sitting criss cross in her jeans and well a band tank she wore on the often occasions because it was her favorite shirt she had in her collection.

He tucked his keys away and made his way to the ladder of the teens place, "why the hell are you on the roof" he called out watching as her head took a peak at the ground where he stood.

"Why not? It's my roof" she remarked back at him watching as he rolled his eyes, his boots making a soft noise as the ladder squeaked from the shifting weight as he climbed up it.

"why are you up here?" She asked watching as he gestured to the bottle of liquor next to her, she passed it to him and watched as he took a swig.

the bottles neck still clasped in his hands as he stared at her, she sat up adjusting the collar of her tank top so it wasn't drooping.

"couldn't sleep, and that's why I'm guessing your up here to huh?" he responded taking one last large gulp of the liquor in the bottle before setting it back down next to her.

"I never get much sleep, especially with you blasting that loud guitar if yours twenty four seven Mr. Munson"

she watched him smile as his hands clasped together and his arms rested on his knees as he looked down at her as she laid back a top of the trailer silver metallic roof.

"you don't like loud rock music at 12 in the morning" he faked a gasp at his rhetorical question watching as she was the one now beaming back a large smile at him.

Her eyes flicked back up at the sky, "you know I love the trailer park because well there's less light pollution which means more stars"

He furrowed his brows at her words before making up a response to spew back, "I'm sorry did you say light pollution because how the hell can lights pollute something?"

He asked as he pulled out a box of cigarettes from the pocket of his leather jacket along with a silver Zippo lighter.

"Well when there's to much light we can't see the stars so like in the neighborhoods you can barely see any stars because of all the house lights, didn't you take science class like twice?"

She joked feeling as he laid back on the surface next to her a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he blew some of the smoke up into the air.

"well if doesn't mean I pay attention in that class besides there are more important things even though the stars are really interesting"

he admitted and took another drag from his cigarette looking over at the girl who had such a gleaming smile on her face it made his heart beat so fast he felt like it was going to explode.

"you're making that up" she elbowed him and watched as he laughed almost choking on the smoke that came from his pursed lips.

"I am not! the stars seem interesting even though they're just blobs of lights" he spoke watching as she rolled her eyes playfully and took the cigarette from in-between his fingers.

She placed it in her own mouth taking a small drag before handing it back to him,

"you know smoking is going to kill you or at least that's what I heard from Harrington" she spoke blowing out the grey chemicals from her mouth into the atmosphere around them.

"he has a mind of his own stacking all those damn VHS tapes all day, no wonder he's out of his damn mind half the time"

Eddie replied putting out of the bud of the cigarette and flicking it away from him and onto the yellow and green grassy area below.

"you know you're guitar is really loud right?"

She asked sarcastically with no intention of him actually answering the question but yet he replied with something shabby as always.

"I'm sorry does loud rock music bother you princess? because if so I'm just gonna keep doing it to piss you off more and more"

he chuckled back and felt her head rest against the top of his shoulder nudging into his hell fire shirt, her skin forming soft goosebumps but she couldn't tell if it was from the chilly wind running over them or from his touch.

"all I'm saying is I prefer the drums better"

she smiled and she could feel a soft arm wrap around her once he could feel the goosebumps lingering down her skin.

"I'm sure Gareth would love to hear that you're so interested in his critique of a skill, but I bet i could always teach you the guitar or maybe even just give you a show in my own bedroom"

he teased at her watching her face turn into such a bright smile that her cheeks started to ache and her jaw started to throb from all the sweetness he had been feeding into her,

and it was rotting her away.

"i have a band you know?"

he added watching as she nodded, it wasn't rare for her to spend some of her nights watching as they rehearsed in the music room after school,

it wasn't even a surprise since she had a thing for Eddie, and well for his music.

"i've heard you guys play" she admitted watching as his brows furrowed and he reached to pull the bottle of liquor from beside her again once he took his swig he set the bottle down on the opposite side of them and spoke,

"never seen you at the hide out though"

"i stay after school sometimes in the library and sometimes i like to just take a quick peak of the band or maybe until you guys stop playing"

she felt crude admitting this to him, she felt so embarrassed that she was admitting everything to the man laying next to her.

"so you've been watching our practices?"

he smiled at the idea that maybe he had something to look after, a new game of trying to watch her peak through the window while trying to sneaky at the fact she had been admiring not just the band's skills but him.

she didn't say anything but elbowed him softly in the side watching him fake a harsh injury and look over at her, it was silent now, no music or no laughter not even a gust of wind could be heard as they seemed to stare at each other.

she didn't understand how she ended up here, she didn't understand how she was pinned down against his bed as he joyfully peppered kisses along her neck,

leaving a small trail of marks that would still be surely visible without the use of a turtleneck.

she hummed out softly as her hands pulled on the t-shirt he wore and she had slipped it off with ease after the ever so silent begging from her body language for him to strip it away,

even she was shirtless and left in her bra that made her breasts look so perfect.

the lace color blending just right with her skin making him trace his tongue down the valley of her breasts, her hands fumbling at his belt that now even she was starting to feel the fluster from with each second she struggled with the metal clasp connected to the chocolate leather.

he pulled his lips away hearing her whine and try to pull him back but he was to focused on the idea of watching her struggle with his belt.

"please" she whined at him flashing a puppy dog eyed smile and frowned at the advantage he was having on her by one stupid belt,

without even a struggle involved he managed to pull the belt with ever so ease out of the loop holes of his pants.

to which she had tugged those down to, she tugged them down until they were at his ankles to where he was able to kick them off and away down to the messy floor of his bedroom, the same bedroom he was truly giving her a show.

the crotch of his boxers rubbed against her jeans and he groaned against the skin of her jawline that he was taking his delicate time with to cherish and leave a trail of marks on,

he continued to kiss until his lips felt numb and until he couldn't take the feeling of just grinding against her.

"Could this be anymore cliche?" Eddie asked with a chuckle his two fingers cusped at the fabric waistband of her panties.

"The sex or your bedroom?" She remarked back watching him smile even harder as he gently wiggled off the panties from her body.

He tossed them onto the floor of his bedroom and a gentle hand moved around to unclip the backing of the bra she wore.

It fell off her shoulders and he pulled it away dangling it in his hands with a small smirk before he took a look at her breasts.

Her nipples perked and hard just from the gentle touch of his hands running over them.

She hummed out a moan and bit down on her lip when she felt the lustful grasp of his hands trailing from her breasts down to her lower hips rubbing small circles with his thumbs that was about to send her into a heart attack.

"you want this y/n? I'm not what the call a good influence especially with my reputation around town you know?"

she could see his expression change as he looked at her, not at her body but at her face.

He was looking into her eyes to be polite and well he just couldn't get enough of the beautiful color that filled them.

She grabbed his face, cupping his cheeks as she looked at him, "i can make my own judgements eddie, and I want it so bad"

He could feel his heart leap with her, like he could be himself instead of being ashamed of the reputation he had built up.

The reputation of drugs, the rumors of cults in the hellfire and being the school freak, he felt free from it holding down.

He slipped away his boxers as he rubbed a gentle finger over her clit while he adjusted himself for her cunt.

His tip poked at her entrance and it made her so eager for more of him she whined out pulling on his arms for more of him inside her.

She hadn't even wanted the foreplay now because she was surely to not enjoy it from the underlying eagerness that couldn't seem to be even close to held down by now.

He pushed his full length inside her and he heard a soft gasp erupt from her mouth.

He rubbed at her sides and took his time while he waited for her to get adjusted to the size, she whined softly as he slowly thrusted into her.

"more?" Eddie asked watching as she nodded so quickly that the rapid movement of her head was sure to give her even just a touch of whiplash from the motion.

He thrusted into her and she let out a soft moan as she gripped at the creases of his arms, he shushed her softly and assured her she was okay and with each thrust he grew faster.

Until she was finally a moaning mess, so cock drunk she couldn't even think mumble a full sentence out of her open mouth.

Her head was tossed back into the pillows and her nails dug into his flesh, her walls started to close around him and she erupted a scream.

It was such a wild sensation it almost felt like she was going to explode from how big he was inside her cunt, she practically could feel him inside her stomach.

"gonna c-cum" she whimpered and he moved her hands to the sides of her, pinning them down he kissed just above her navel while he still continued to keep at the rapid pace.

He whispered to her how well she was taking him and she could only feel her stomach start to want to unravel even more.

"Cum for me it's alright" she could feel him twitch inside her and with just another thrust of his cock hitting her g-spot she came.

Her juices fell amongst onto his abdomen and he filled her gently with his, she panted and whined as he pulled out of her with a plop.

She laid on the bed and slightly had the urge to curl up into a ball, her legs together and her hands holding at her knees.

They felt all wobbly like jello and her throat seemed achy from all the crying out from the pleasure she had been receiving.

He stood up from the bed and she felt his weight shift off, not even a few seconds later he came back with a damp rag.

pulling her legs apart gently he cleaned up the juices dripping down her thighs and he smiled as his thumb ran over the side of her face.

"You okay?, I can tell I wore you out"

he asked watching as she nodded and gently closed her eyes back again because of how exhausted she was.

She wasn't used to this kind of treatment, all the dudes she dated or had been with were pure assholes, they weren't this caring.

Hell half of them didn't even have to the bother to make sure that she was okay, he pulled his own clothes onto her body and got himself dressed while he looked at her.

"Did I do something y/n?" He asked as he pulled over the covers on the both of them and he felt her shift into his arms

"Just not used to being treated this way" he could see her expression was almost sad and yet she still had a soft smile at the corners of her lips

She could feel him tense up and it hit her that the choice of words wasn't the best, "I mean I've never been treated this good Eddie"

He returned back to his normal posture and looked down at her while he placed a soft kiss out onto the top of her head.

"I'm gonna treat you better than good y/n"

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needlereads · 21 days

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Makes You Unsteady

Bucky Barnes x agent!Reader

Warnings: fem!reader; anxious Bucky; soft Bucky; not canon compliant at all

A/N: oh boy, first time posting a Bucky Barnes ff. I've been scribbling these little interactions of Bucky loving a SHIELD agent, and finally decided dammit I'm going to post them.

He paused at the end of the hall. This was stupid. You were asleep by this time. What had he planned on doing, knocking on your door and disturbing you? You probably wouldn’t appreciate that.

Before James could turn back towards the elevator, he heard a click and the motion sensing hall light around the corner came on. Peering past the corner, he was surprised to see the very woman who had been occupying his mind, very much not asleep as he had presumed. You leaned against your doorframe, loitering for a bit.

What were you doing up?

You finally turned, your steps would take you further from him. He knew Darren’s room was a couple of doors down from you.

Your name escaped his lips before he could think properly about the consequences. You turned, squinted at him with tired eyes.

“James?”

“Where you headed?” He strode towards you, as if it was normal to be making rounds in these private quarters.

You rubbed your eyes. As he drew closer he could tell you were growing more alert, though still adorably dazed from a lack of sleep.

“Oh, just over to Darren’s.” Your best friend was always the default destination when you didn’t want to be alone.

“Is something the matter?” He didn’t usually try to pry. But he couldn’t just stand still and let you walk away, couldn’t bear to watch you seek comfort in someone else when he was physically in your reach and ready to give comfort himself. Maybe he was tired out of his mind too, to disregard his usual inhibitions, let alone the chance of you asking him why he was wandering the building barely an hour after getting back from a mission.

“You just got back. You’re early.” Your eyes climbed down his body and up again. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not.” Was it selfish that his heart glowed warmly to see you so concerned over his well-being? “Is something the matter? How come you’re up?” he asked gently again. Locks of bed-swept hair framed you face. His fingers twitched with the instinct to sweep them back and trace down you braid.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“I could sit with you.” God what was he saying? “If you want, that is.”

“Yeah.”

James held his breath as you replied.

“I’d like that,” you said.

In your room, you both settled on your two seater sofa.

“Has it been like this for a while? Not being able to fall asleep?”

You shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I had a nightmare,” said, almost amused. “I don’t usually dream vividly, but tonight…”

He waited, hoping he wasn’t invading your privacy.

“It was the plane crash. The one my parents were in.” You had not been there for it, but your mind conjured images for you anyway. “As if I had been there too, like I had made my mom give up the window seat and then snuggled up to her side. I…was such a baby with her.” A breathy laugh left you. “Can’t even have the decency to be traumatized by something I actually went through. Like the burning building, or the explosion at the compound.” You didn’t catch his frown.

James swung his legs up, sitting criss-cross to face you. “Can I share something?”

You nodded.

“Sometimes in my sleep I feel like I’m falling and I can’t stop. It creeps me out and I can’t wait to wake up and stop falling.”

“The train,” you whispered.

He nodded. “But worse than that, worse than the nightmares about shooting on command, or the war battles that I don’t remember…I dream about my mom and sisters being killed. My mind convincing me that Hydra found them and shot each of them in the street, or that they drowned, or that they just…stopped breathing in their sleep.” He shook his head. “None of those things happened but I wake up and I want to throw up. I want to go back in time and hunt every Hydra piece of shit and kill them a hundred times over. I want…”

You stopped him with a hand over his metal one. “Don’t. Please.”

He was about to say he wanted to not wake up from his sleep either, and he could tell you had somehow heard those thoughts. He was pathetic, to break in front of you. He had no right to manifest such darkness in front of you. But your pleading eyes left him more breathless than the shame.

“Please?”

Anything, he would do anything you asked.

-*-*-*-*

He woke alone in your bed. Lifting his head towards the door separating your bedroom from the living room, covered with a navy blue patterned cloth. He made out your voice and footsteps on the other side. He really couldn’t be blamed for being able to hear you talking on your cellphone, especially when his name was brought up.

“- totally forgot to text you and then James and I both fell asleep. I’m sorry. Don’t be mad?”

A tinny laugh reached his ears. If he strained a bit he could hear the person on the other end of the phone. Probably Darren.

“I’m not. Just glad you didn’t try to ride it out alone. I was wondering when Barnes would finally make his move.”

You sighed, glancing at the door to your bedroom and stepping away, lowering your voice just short of a whisper. “He wasn’t – there was no move.”

Your friend uttered your name, exasperated. This wasn’t the first time he teased you about being in denial of love knocking on your doorstep.

“Hon, you deserve to love and be loved.”

“It’s not that.” You hesitated.

“Then what?”

You tugged at your hair. “Just…for someone who’s had so much taken from him, and who’s given up so much. I can’t…can’t ask that of him. I can’t be another burden for him.”

Darren was not happy with you. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. First of all, that’s not what you are. Second of all, it’s his choice to want you. Just like it’s yours to want him. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“I’m not denying it,” you said firmly. “But that’s all. Just a want. I…I can’t.”

You heard your name and whipped around to find James standing in the middle of the living room. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your breaths measured.

“Darren, I’ll see you later.” You ended the call.

James felt each pulse of his blood in his veins as he tried processing what he’d heard. He knew his hearing couldn’t be mistaken. The way you looked at him, with a quiet honesty, urged hope to bloom inside his chest.

“James.” You paused, and he swore the world slowed on its axis. “I…”

“You want me?”

You felt helpless under his full attention. His eyes searched you, so vulnerable and earnest. You refused to lie to him.

“Yes.”

Despite what you said to Darren, now, oh, your single word of confirmation sounded so clear and sweet to him.

“You think you’re a burden to me?”

He had quietly closed the distance between you.

You lowered you gaze. “I’m trying not to become that to you.”

He dared to touch his finger to you chin, encouraging you to look at him.

“Let’s agree right now, that you won’t refer to yourself like that again.” His palm curved around your cheek. He wanted to touch every inch of you.

He held you through the night. Not sleeping, and not tired; just relishing in the contact of your skin on his, your warmth bleeding into his.

-*-*-*

#bucky barnes x reader #x reader #winter soldier #bucky barnes

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puhpandas · 9 months

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3 star ending, Gregory, Vanessa, and Freddy decorating Vanessa's apartment with glow in the dark stars for a ficlet idea :D

Night Lights

(2422 words)

Freddy jumps out at the screen letting out an inhuman screech. The guy on screen yelps, and covers his face with his hands.

"I still cannot believe they made video games about me." Freddy comments from Gregory's pillow.

Gregory shrugs, propped up on one elbow and staring at the laptop screen. "They're not really about you. They're about an old version of you."

"Yes," Freddy says when Freddy is looking at the camera menacingly from the game over screen. "but I would never dream of hurting one of our night guards, nevertheless hunting them down!"

"That's because this Freddy is possessed by a ghost." Gregory points out, then laughs. "Man, the guy who made these games made them so farfetched!"

The crickets are chirping outside of Gregory's window, and hes stuffing his face with potato chips and watching some guy play FNAF on YouTube.

All in all, its a peaceful night, if you'd call watching a guy scream at an evil older version of Gregorys Freddy peaceful, but its pleasant.

It's nice and quiet for a while, and Gregory actually thinks the guy is going to make it, and then Mangle gets him.

Gregory barks out a laugh, pointing at the screen when the screaming ceases and all that's left is silence and static. "Ha! Did you see the look on his face--"

A scream suddenly pierces the air like a sword, shrill and terrified, muffled behind the wall.

Gregory freezes, listening to the awful sound, and makes eye contact with Freddy.

The scream was Vanessa's, and it came from her room.

"Vanessa." They both say urgently, and Gregory's head whips to his door, hair bouncing.

Neither of them say anything else. They dont have to. Gregory is up and off of his bed at the speed of light, almost tripping over himself to get to the door of his room. He only lingers long enough to scoop up Freddy and he's already in the hallway.

He books it to her room, fearing the worst. Vanessa has had nightmares before. Shes gotten lost in the memories and needed Gregory to pull her out before. But Gregory has never heard her scream like this before.

The wind whips through his hair and pajamas at the sheer speed hes running, and he skids to a stop in front of Vanessa's door, socks sliding on the laminate wood flooring.

He bursts through the door, stepping into the dark room. "Vanessa?! Are you okay?!"

Its pitch black; it's already late at night, and the little moonlight that would be streaming through the blinds are covered by blackout curtains.

Gregory searches the dark fervently, trying to find Vanessa, but he only spots her when he steps further into the room and Freddys LED eyes cast a much needed glow.

Gregory finds her curled up on the floor next to her bed. Shes in her pajamas, so she was probably getting ready for bed. Shes breathing erratically, knees drawn up to her chest, and backed up in the corner like she was trying to scramble away from something.

Gregory's brows crease in worry, and he frowns, stepping towards Vanessa slowly. "Ness? Hey, are you okay?"

Vanessa's eyes dart to him, and she has a hand over her heart, trying to take deep breaths.

"Gregory." She says, like she just now noticed he was here. She sighs a bit, trying to get her breathing back under control. "Gregory. Um. I-Im fine. It's okay. I'm fine."

Gregory and Freddy share a quick look. She sounds like shes trying to convince herself.

Gregory just clicks on the small table lamp next to her bed, and crouches down. "What happened?"

Vanessa's locked up posture loosens a bit once the lights on. She huffs out a small breath. "W-What do you mean?"

Gregory gives her a deadpan look. "We heard you scream."

"Oh." Vanessa says, and she sighs, eyes downcast. "It was... it was nothing. Don't worry about it."

Gregory frowns, brows furrowed as he sits criss cross on the carpet to get comfortable.

"Come on, Ness." He says, setting a hand on her knee. "I know it wasnt nothing. Just tell us."

"We will not judge you, Vanessa." Freddy rumbles from Gregory's lap. "I promise. We will understand. Whatever it may be."

Vanessa's eyes trail over them a few times, and she relents, sighing heavily and shifting.

"I just--" She starts. "I thought I... I thought I saw him."

Gregory raises a brow. "Saw who?"

"That-- That mimic thing." She says. She frowns, rubbing at her eyes with the balls of her hands. "He would use a... A Springbonnie avatar of some sort. A-And he would appear to me sometimes."

Gregory watches as she sits up, dropping her hands almost defeatedly

"I just..." She trails off. "I thought I saw him. In my room."

"Oh." Gregory says. Vanessa nods.

Gregory gets it now. Vanessa thought she saw the thing that ruined her life appear in her room, late at night, catching her off guard.

Gregory understands why she reacted that way, now. Its not as bad as some of the other things hes been through, but if he thought he saw Roxys ears or hair in the shadows of his room, or Montys tail lashing in the corner of his eye, he would freak out too.

He frowns, and doesn't say anything else, just leans forward and wraps his arms around her in a big hug, Freddy squished between them.

"Wh--" Vanessa starts to say, then, he feels a short breathy sort of chuckle rattle her chest when she wraps her own arms around his back. "What's this about?"

"What do you mean, 'what's this about'? Gregory says incredulously. "I'm comforting you, you big jerk. I'm trying to help you."

Vanessa chuckles for real this time, and she just squeezes him tighter.

Freddy rumbles between them, his head almost like a personal heater between them. "We will always he here for you, Vanessa." He says. "We want to help you, and that means knowing that is wrong, so we know how to aid you best."

Gregory nods against her chest, eyes closed. "Mhm. We won't judge you for nuthin. Not even if you think you see monsters in your closet."

When Vanessa starts to shake, Gregory doesn't comment, just smiles against her, and squeezes a bit tighter.

Vanessa squeezes back, too.

"That thing cant hurt you anymore." Gregory says. "I promise. And if it tries, me and Freddy will let 'im have it."

Vanessa laughs, and from where Gregory's sitting, unable to see her face, he thinks it sounds a little teary. "I'm sure he'll think twice about messing with me if I have you two as my bodyguards."

Gregory nods. "I have a Fazerblaster and I'm not afraid to use it, dont forget that."

Vanessa laughs again, and Gregory joins in when Freddy starts to go on about Fazerblaster safety.

🐻

It's supposed to be a suprise.

Gregory and Freddy had wandered off at some point during a grocery trip, and somehow ended up in an isle with curtains and pillowcases and that sort of stuff.

They'd just been walking idly, but then, a package with flashes of pale green over a dark background caught his eye when the store is all white and the rest of the items are all boring black and white.

It was a package of glow in the dark stars. The image was beautiful, and reminded him of the starry night skies decorating the ceilings of the Pizzaplex, or the Daycares star-shaped neon lights all over the walls. You'd stick them on the ceiling, and when night fell or it got dark, they'd light up the room.

Immediately, Gregory and Freddy had known what to do. With Vanessa's panic the other night, Gregory had been keeping an eye and an ear out for any more signs of Vanessa being distressed.

Although there were none, Gregory was particularly upset to see that Vanessa has been sleeping with her lamp on.

Gregory had frowned, and thought that their oughta be a buffer between bright lights and total darkness, and Freddy had thrown out the idea of a night light.

So, great! That was a perfect solution. But Gregory hadn't been able to find a straight-up night light at any of the stores they'd went to, and he didn't tell Vanessa about his quest, either. Wanting to surprise her.

Gregory clutches the pack of glow-stars in his arm, walking back to the food section of the store.

His quest is complete.

Gregory has plenty of experience smuggling items places, and hiding them so nobody can find them.

Gregory smiles. Vanessa wont even know she bought them.

🐻

"Alright, squirt." Vanessa had said one day during the week, tired from her lack of good sleep because of her lights and uniformed up. "I'm off to work. At least try to eat something actually healthy instead of junk food, okay?"

Gregory had just given her a salute and a promise, and Vanessa had been off to her new job she had gotten after Fazbear fired her as some kind of office worker.

Then came the perfect hours-wide window of putting up the stars in Vanessa's room while shes at work.

"Please be careful, Gregory." Freddy says worriedly from his station on the bed. "I do not wish for you to fall and hurt yourself."

Gregory sticks out his tongue, attempting to balance his body on his tip toes all while trying not to flip the stool over. "I'll be fine, Freddy. You've said that like a million times already!"

Freddy hums behind him, but Gregory just stretches his arm as far as itll go, and sticks the glow in the dark star onto the empty space on the ceiling.

He untenses his body after its secure, and definitely, totally doesn't flip the step stool by doing so.

"That was the last one, anyway." He says while rubbing his aching head after Freddy frets over him. He checks his watch. "Its around 5PM! That... actually took a lot longer than I expected."

"It looks, great, though!" Freddy says with a smile. "Vanessa will love it!"

And Gregory has to agree. He takes a step back, admiring his work.

They're not lit up yet, since it's still daytime, but they're all mismatched and arranged to cover every inch of the ceiling so they'll light up the shadows. Especially the corners.

Gregory can only imagine what itll look like when it's dark, but he knows itll be great.

As if on queue, Gregory hears the front door rattle and unlock. 5PM on the dot.

"Crap!" Gregory hisses. "Its not ready yet!"

"Hurry and shut the door!" Freddy tells him.

Gregory does, and right before Vanessa swings the door open with a flourish.

"I'm home!" She calls out to the house, and Gregory scrambles to turn off the lights and close the blinds when he hears her walking around. "Gregory? Freddy?"

"In here!" Gregory calls out, and when he sees the glowing array of stars above him, shares a grin with Freddy.

He hears footsteps come up to the door, and click it open.

"Gregory? What are you doing in here? What have I told you about snooping around in my room--"

She trails off when the door opens fully, and Gregory watches as she stares wide eyed at the glowing array of stars, jaw slack.

"You're gonna catch flies." He says with a giggle when she doesnt move again. The stars reflect in her eyes, and they dart to look at him.

"You--" She stutters, and all she can do is point a finger up at the ceiling. "Did you...?"

He nods, hair bouncing. "Yup. But it was Freddys idea, though."

Freddy nods as much as he can as just a head with no neck. "Yes! Night lights are wonderful additions to a bedroom if you have trouble with the dark!"

Vanessa keeps staring at them, and Gregory is pretty sure that her eyes are a bit more shiny than they were before.

He just smiles. "They glow in the dark. So you dont have to use the lamp anymore."

Vanessa glances over to the lamp in question, and then finally steps inside of the room, admiring every nook and cranny.

Gregory laughs a bit when it looks like shes in some movie, spinning around the room like its magic or something.

"No monsters are gonna sneak up on you, now." He says. "The light'll keep them away."

Every corner and crevice is lit up. The closet is closed so theres no more shadows left. Gregory left no stone unturned.

She just looks at him like he hung the stars. Which, he did. Literally.

She wipes at her dry eyes and sniffles a little. "You put these all up by yourself?"

Gregory nods, and subconsciously edges in front of the knocked over stool. "Yep. Took a while, too."

"I supervised." Freddy let's her know. Vanessa laughs at that.

"Good to know." She smiles. "Gregory I-- This is amazing. I dont--"

"Dont know what to say?" Gregory smiles, crossing his arms. "Then dont say anything. I already know I'm great."

Vanessa just smiles and shakes her head.

"Just promise me one thing." Gregory says.

Vanessa pauses, raising a brow. "Yeah?"

"Promise that you'll get me some stars too at some point." He asks, completely seriously.

Vanessa barks out a laugh, and takes her hat off of her head. "Here I thought you were going to be sappy, sap."

Gregory shakes his head. "Nope. I only help you if you're freaking out or give me food. No in between. No food, no service."

Vanessa doesnt laugh at that, though, but she does still have a smile. "Speaking of food, did you by any chance take a break to eat in the middle of putting these all up?"

Gregory pauses, looking at the ground. "Um... Well... You see--"

"Ugh." Vanessa facepalms." "I said not to eat only junk food, Gregory. Not to not eat at all."

Gregory just shrugs. Not his fault hes not completely used to having a completely stocked kitchen at his disposal all the time. "Whoops."

Vanessa just shakes her head, and eyes the TV and the glow stars.

She sighs a deep, fond sigh. "How about I go make up some popcorn and we watch a movie?"

Gregory grins, and hops on the bed next to Freddy. "Can I pick?"

"Sure, brat." She calls him, but shes smiling all the same.

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#pandas.txt #pandas talks #pandas asks #pandas writes #donut holes #ficlet #oneshot #prompts #3 star fam #vanessa #gregory and vanessa #gregory and freddy #fnaf #fnaf fic #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #glamrock freddy

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gingerlurk · 5 months

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Lovers' Crest | Chapter 7: The Doubt

Din Djarin x f!Reader

Summary: Fallout comes fast when the Mandalorian fails to keep faith in you.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), canon-typical violence, eventual smut/filth, post season 3, canon-typical violence, they fight (wah), jealous Din. Uhhhh please advise if there's more to add here thank you

A/N: I'll make a master list page or something at some point (update: HERE IT BE). Halp. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, A03. Thank you for reading!

‘So, it’s a ship holo.’ If sounding unimpressed could make you float, Mando would be kissing the roof.

‘It is,’ Torre punctuates his words like he’s conducting, ‘ah-no ordinary ship holo. Look.’

Stepping toward the gigantic rendition of a Class H treasury cruiser, you study the layout and details. Long corridors criss-cross either side of a central column, enclosing vault upon vault stacked from hull to rafters. It’s the kind of ship that can only travel at sublight, prioritised as it is to carry as much wealth as possible above the space necessary for a hyperdrive. Well, the wealth plus the armoury bristling with weaponry and a military-trained guard duty.

You’re trailing your eyes along one of the corridors when you spot it. You give Torre a startled look and focus in closer on the two tiny figures making salutes and bowing.

‘That’s a guard mounting,’ you say. ‘They’re changing shift.’

‘Yyyup.’ Torre shifts around the table and stands beside you, too damn close but you’re distracted. ‘Look there, that’s your quarterdeck patrol unit. They keep to the perimeter.’

You laugh in wonder.

‘What,’ Mando steps forward.

‘It’s live!’ You reach a hand up and twirl the view to the patrol Torre pointed out, pulling in for a closer look. ‘See?’ Seven red-lined holographic figures move in a V; you can even see the rear two figures reaching out and checking whatever’s on the walls.

‘It’s a live fucking feed of what’s happening on this ship right now?’ You turn to Torre. He’s drinking it in.

‘Pretty sweet, right? You would not believe the crew I had to ride with to get a hold on this. Ha, it’s a real story, I’ll tell you all about it, maybe over d—’

Mando interrupts by grabbing your arm and pulling you backward. ‘We need to leave, now!’ He tugs you so hard you stumble a little.

‘Woah. Hey, man, no need to manhandle her,’ Torre says. ‘I know what you’re worried about but trust me, this line has a 100% bonafide, platinum-tier, guaranteed-on-my-mother’s-grave, airtight encryption. No trace. Nothin’.’ He sweeps a hand, whoosh. ‘Wouldn’t have it in here myself if I wasn’t certain.’

‘Hey,’ you say, ‘hey, lookit.’ When you’d tripped your eyes had landed on the lowest deck of the ship and you saw it. An energy signature. You suspect you know what it is.

You reach out and pull the spot on the map toward you and Mando, who’s released your arm but still radiates flight or fight reflexes. Maybe flight and fight. But he leans in too when he spots what you’re dragging in on.

The objects are lined with a deep, radiant grey. They sit in a room surrounded by treasures glowing more brightly, but the spot you’re looking at feels infinitely denser, a heavy presence even on the holo. They’re sitting in neat piles on a long bench, dozens of them.

‘There it is,’ Torre says behind you.

‘The beskar.’ Mando straightens and turns squarely on Torre, whose wide grin doesn’t falter.

He holds hands out, palms up. ‘So, you in?’

Thanks to the depth of intel available on the projection, the plan really isn’t all that complicated. It’s just wildly dangerous and leaves plenty to chance.

You fidget as Torre explains the steps, looking sidelong every few seconds at the dark and brooding figure beside you. Mando has said nothing beyond demanding more detail, which the wannabe orchestrator of this heist is all too happy to provide.

‘The great news is that this ship is way out there, way on the outer rim,’ Torre is saying. ‘So we won’t have any company to worry about.’

He trails a finger through the flickering image in front of you all. ‘We’ll have to plot a precise path onboard to avoid patrols. It’ll be convoluted and means we’ll have at least eight rounds of airlocks to hack through. Which you’ll handle ably,’ he nudges your knee with his.

‘We program them to open for just a few seconds, then seal shut and go offline, so they can’t be reopened – even remotely – giving us time.’ He drags a corridor in and zeros in on the small room you’d identified earlier. Points at it.

‘We raid the vault, then we head here,’ he shifts his finger to a room full of servers, then spins to a nearby bench and picks up a datalink. ‘Plug in this code I’ve designed.’

You remember Torre’s coding and programming… abilities. Once, when he was in your Uncle’s employ, he’d intercepted and hacked an incoming ship with a rumoured assassin onboard. The ship had jumped to hyperspace, destination an imploding star system.

You’d heard about that only later though, when it was too late and he was gone. Otherwise you might have tried to learn a thing or two from him.

‘Once this tight little program is running,’ he’s carrying on, ‘the escape pods here will decouple from the system, unlock themselves and become untraceable. We’ll get to a pod, ride a few seconds of freefall and be out of reach. Then we just skip along to a rendezvous. Home free and soaked in riches.’

He sits back, looking smug.

You roll your eyes. ‘Torre…’

‘Hm?’

‘One thing…’

‘Which is?’

‘How do we get on the ship?’ you say, pointing at yourself and making a hopping motion toward the holo.

‘Oh! Well that’s where you come in, isn’t it,’ he says, gesturing a hand up and down Mando. ‘Imaginin’ you have all sorts of tricks up those shiny sleeves to sneak aboard a vessel. S’why I’m even letting you in on this.’

He looks at you and serves up another smirk. ‘Well, and for old time’s sake,’ he grins.

You look at your partner, a little unsettled by his posture – shoulders rigid and fists clenched, like he’s ready to pounce. You lean into his frame of view, try to get his attention, but he seems to be trying to set Torre on fire with his mind.

After a beat. ‘Mando?’ you say.

‘I have a way,’ he says, voice black. ‘It requires a droid though.’

‘Well I’m fresh out. You?’ Torre shrugs.

‘I have a source,’ the brooding figure says. He turns to you, ‘I can drop… him off at the same time.’ You just nod, happy to be keeping Grogu out of this one.

Torre slaps his palms together, showing only excitement and seemingly unaffected by the absolute waves of tension and fury being directed at him.

‘So, it’s settled. You pilot your ship – very capable, I’m certain – to create our ingress. She and I board, navigate on foot while you monitor from the security feeds, which I’ll hack by the way. We take the prize, make our escape and rendezvous. Job’s good!’ He looks between the two of you, smiling wide.

‘Absolutely not!’ Mando barks. You jump at his intensity. It takes you a second longer to register why.

‘Um, no,’ you say. ‘You’re saying you and I go in alone?’

Torre’s smile fades and he thumbs at the holo display. It flickers and disappears. He crosses his arms.

‘Afraid so, sunny,’ he says. Much as you hate having your childhood nickname recalled, him butchering it feels worse. ‘That is non-negotiable.’

You stare at him, incredulous. ‘You can’t be serious?’

He drops his arms and waves one over the space where the ship had been hovering moments ago.

‘Look, facts are – we need oversight, we’re already leaving enough to chance. You and I,’ a thumb between your chests, ‘will be fast and quiet.’

You’re gearing up to counter argue – a droid could monitor security, Mando’s stealth would surprise you, you’ve planned this all along haven’t you, you fu— But he stops your thoughts dead.

‘And, to be honest with you,’ he says, ‘you’re not getting your hands on that stash without my full cooperation.’

The Mandalorian takes a deadly step toward the scheming bastard in front of you, whose hands raise in mock surrender.

‘Wouldn’t do that,’ he says. ‘That ship holo is coded to me specifically. Me alive, I add.’

That doesn’t seem to matter to the towering furnace of hatred bearing down. Time to step in again, it seems.

‘Mando…’ you say carefully. You step around him to face Torre. You don’t have the patience for this. The sooner the job is done, the sooner you can get away from this manipulative and chilling relic of your past. So you stay practical: ‘Is this really the only option?’

Torre just gives you his even, bright-eyed gaze. Its intensity is something you haven’t felt in a long old time and you have to concentrate hard to not break contact. He takes the opportunity to search your face, mouth twisting in an all too familiar hunger.

He doesn’t look away from you but addresses the one you now seem to be shielding him from.

‘What’sa matter, Mando?’ he spits. ‘Don’t you trust her?’

You give him a disgusted look that seems to delight him before pivoting 180, looking up into the sights of the impenetrable T visor.

‘We can do this,’ you say. ‘If this is what it takes?’

Lately, you’ve been able to tell if Mando is looking at you or not. Been able to detect some modicum of silent communication. But right now he’s unreadable. Maybe his eyes are closed? Clenched shut in the furious state of being forced to make a difficult choice.

Eventually though, you hear a strained exhale and the unmistakable twitch of acquiescence.

‘Very well,’ he murmurs. A slight tilt of the helmet and that’s it. He says no more.

Your bounty partner heads off to deposit Grogu and pick up his sourced droid. He says little before departing, just offers you a clipped ‘watch your back’ and taps a vambrace to your wrist to set your encrypted comms channel, a habit at this point.

It left you with Torre, to sit by the holo to memorise your route through the gigantic treasury ship. It was difficult to concentrate though. One, because you were anxious about Mando’s increasing state of anger and annoyance, and two – Torre would not shut the fuck up.

Reminiscing, sharing stories and – frequently, irritatingly – suggesting getting dinner at a local place that does ‘killer noodles, seriously, they could kill you’. You channel the stony and assured veneer you’d seen on Mando plenty of times now. Waiting patiently as a bounty pleaded, bargained, begged.

Just let him talk, he’ll tire eventually.

Unfortunately though, this isn’t some random job and the more Torre talks, the more all the shit in your past pushes its way into the forefront of your thoughts.

So you give in, suggest getting the noodles to go. You think food might shut him for a little while. And you argue against eating in because you still needed to be watching the map, even though you’d had the path learned by rote already. Really though, you just don’t want to be anywhere else when Mando gets back.

It does grant a brief respite of quiet, but it doesn’t stop him for long. He slurps up a strand and cocks a look at you.

‘So what was it, huh?’ he asks. ‘What made you forever leave your luscious little life behind and go trekking all over the outer rim kicking ass and taking names?’

‘Hells, Torre. I thought you might remember me in a more flattering light than that,’ you nudge your noodles around the cup. They really were incredibly good, but your appetite was now gone.

‘True, sorry. That world was always too small for you, wasn’t it? But I know you were loyal to it. I learned that the hard way.’

Ouch.

You draw a breath. May as well be honest.

‘I did try. But my Uncle… He- he was going to… he was going to sell me,’ you look at Torre and his eyes are hooded, dark. ‘My hand, that is, in marriage. To a fucking monster.’ Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

‘That fucker.’

‘Yeah.’ You laugh. ‘You know what’s funny? He’d paid Mando a not small sum to get me back. When I first heard that I thought… maybe he actually cared. About me.’ You shake your head and put your food down. ‘But the whole time, he’d just had an even bigger endowment on the way.’

‘That’s not really very funny at all.’

‘Yeah,’ you say again. ‘But… I doubt he’ll be making any attempts to find me again. More pressing concerns now. So, I’m done,’ you shrug pathetically.

Torre reaches out to brush his fingers over your knuckles, bloodless and clenched as they are on your knee. You stare at them, eyes blurred.

Mando picks that moment to stalk in.

He takes in the scene as you stand quickly and wipe at your face, stepping around the table to stare hard at the ship manifest.

‘We are set,’ he all but snarls.

Torre slaps his knees and stands too.

‘Well let’s not burn any more daylight and get into it!’

The hostility cascading off Mando as the three of you board his ship has put you so far on edge you can hardly think straight. It must be the stress of knowing he has to retrieve that beskar, surely. Maybe the riskiness of the plan? Could be.

Or what if he’s just worried about you working alone with Torre?

It may be all three. But at least you can try to help appease one of those worries right now. Maybe he just needs reassurance you’ll be okay. Remind him you can handle yourself. So, while the Crest navigates toward the warp spot, you make your way up to the cockpit and approach his tense, hackled back.

He’s situated R5 by the input port. The old droid beeps and rotates, dialled into the instruments. It swivels a sensor to where you hover by your chair. Seems to detect the tension in the air and wheels back to the console, going quiet.

‘I know we agreed we can’t trust Torre,’ you say carefully. His helm twists aside like he’s listening, but he doesn’t turn. ‘And we can’t,’ you add quickly. ‘But I’ll be okay.’

A slight rise of shoulders, otherwise nothing.

‘Trust me,’ you try again. ‘I know how to handle him.’

Mando reacts to that. He scoffs.

‘Yes, you know him very well,’ he grits.

Hang on, what does that mean? Incredulous, kind of affronted, you step back.

‘Is that what I said?’

‘And I am sure he knows how to handle you too.’

You’re so caught off guard you forget why you even came up here. How could he even think… Like that… He’s giving you his still-as-a-grave stance, waiting for your slip.

‘Hells d’you mean?’ you ask, trying to keep anger and hurt out of your voice. You thought you’d been getting somewhere with him.

‘How did you even know about beskar?’ he snaps, like he’s been waiting to accuse you of something.

‘What--?’

‘Back in town, at the marshal’s house. You knew it was important. How? You didn’t know a thing about Mandalorians when I met you.’

That sends you back another step. Where is this coming from? You can’t stop the affronted tone from your question.

‘Are you suspicious of me or something?’

Some kind of tide breaks and he finally pivots to glower over you.

‘Amazing coincidence isn’t it?’ he spits. ‘We happen to run into someone from your past with a bounty too good to be true, he knows you, has the perfect plan? Needs exactly what we have? And you’ll just follow him along?’

A rage bubbles up in you and you try to will it down. Swallow, deep breaths. But your best efforts fail. A sudden fury swells between the two of you and you can’t see a way to quell it.

‘If you’ll remember,’ you say through gritted teeth. ‘I said he was a spy and a schemer. I know what you know. How the fuck can I do any different?’ You wave at his shiny chrome chest plate, furious. ‘I remind you we’re here for you?’

He spins away from you, pretends to adjust dials. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ he snarls. ‘I will take the beskar, and you can take whatever riches you can, use it to go back to what you’re used to. The life you had.’

The last word hits you like a blaster to the chest. The floor of the Crest's cockpit opens up and you are in freefall. How… how--? You’d thought he understood you didn’t want that life, told him one of the worst things that had happened to you in that place. You chose to leave them. Chose this life. You’d thought he understood.

‘I didn’t choose that life. I chose this one, I chose y—’

‘But you did choose it.’ He’s so riled up he doesn’t hear you. ‘When I asked you to stay, you told me you had to go back.’

‘Had to, not wanted to!’

He whirls back on you, leans in. ‘Is there really a difference? You would have stayed if not for your family trying to sell you off. I’ve never seen a person more at home in gold and gems and--’

‘That isn’t what I want!’ Your voice rises. ‘How could you think that about me?’

‘How am I supposed to know what you want? You are like an open book sometimes, then you shut yourself up out of nowhere.’

‘Well better a book than a blank fucking wall,’ you may be screaming now. ‘I don’t get to read you at all!’

R5 interrupts the molten fire spitting between you. The Crest is on approach. You just wrench away and march to meet Torre at the hatch, not looking back once but knowing the Mandalorian is going to bring you in to retrieve his treasure anyway.

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¤ You adopted one furry, and one furry is enough, because eversince your history with furry wasn't nice, you still decided why not? Not all furries are the same. Even your friends whined you to have one, since you couldn't pull a boyfriend for youe last 24 years. And so you did adopt one furry, a golden retriever hybrid. Things might not have start out well, but at least it's going to be good in the end, right? ... Right? ¤

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"You are going to be fine, Jake" Jay's head twist on its own before staring at his phone, opposite caller being Jake who wears a suit. For it being Jake anxious is normal, and also asking Jay for fashion advice is also normal, but Jay couldn't understand what's there to be anxious. The fact that hybrids are well loved is nothing to be anxious about, so even if Jake falls into a mistake, the audience will still cooed by his actions.

"I don't know Jay, should I just bail out and tell yn noona that I'm not feeling well?" Jake whimpers and Jay's orbs went into a single line.

"Don't you dare said that after I made an effort for your current outfit."

"Fine fine," Jake barks. Arranging his attire, Jake looks back at Jay and tilts his head. "What should I do after I get there?"

"Listen to whatever yn noona tells you to do. It is her work party afterall, and you are just the one being invited." Jay twists his head once again. Before Jake responds to the reply, a knock sounded and the door opens, revealing Hyejin smiling brightly towards Jake.

"Looking handsome there, Jake. Unfortunately, yn is done so if you're done too you can head downstairs. All of us are waiting." With that, she closes the door and leave Jake alone back with Jay, this time Jay shooing off Jake.

The formal party is held in a ballroom, and so being escorted by waitresses and waiters isn't rare in a formal party, but it made Jake awe at the quality of the venue. Getting in even makes him feel low of his outfit.

The chandelier is place highly up on top at the center of the ceiling, covered in black and the design is definitely not easy to make. Long tables with white cloths are places in criss-cross style, followed by tables placed parallel and further away from the entrance. There is a second floor as so to look down at the stage, and the barriers are curved and being designed in a Roman Empire style. In the middle of the criss-cross tables and the nearest parallel table stood a beautiful glowing flower bouquet, poke in thousands of flowers of pink and white to create a big bouquet including the yellow light that shines. The whole lighting itself is in a mixture of pink and purple, white light shines around the room with its design. And lastly, the table decorations are red roses and golden mat, are placed neatly and satisfying. People who have arrived early are slowly filling up the space, all dressed up as if the outfits are screaming formal. It is just the start of the party.

Jake looks around the ballroom, you latch yourself to Jake, trying to make him move as he looks around.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Hyejin asks right beside you and you gaze over to Jake, since him smiling, yet you shrug, fearing that he might not get used to such a big crowd, yet might the biggest crowd you and him might be seeing today.

Yes, it is a formal party for all around the world CEOs to attend. As much as you would like to reject to offer because you are not one for this sort of event, the invitation letter sent to your letterbox screamed at you that you not attending one of the biggest formal party is a disgrace to your company, and the name might be dismissed away. You couldn't do that, and so for the sake of your company's name, you have to come.

"I don't know Hye. He is just a hybrid, he doesn't work at my company, so there is nothing for him to get used for." You unintentionally caress his arm, worrisome for Jake creeps you. You take a deep breath, and Jake got alerted by your thumb caressing on his sleeve. He watches you get anxious, and he wants to calm you down. But in this sort of event, he's not sure of what and what not to do, and so he have his other free hand placed on top of your latched hand, giving her something like a support.

The formal party is boring Jake to say the least, bunch of work talks and MC be talking work related subjects, while doing that the audience claps for whatever reason, Jake almost did any silly thing that came into his mind. He went fidget, but calmed himself down. He wanted to search for help from you, but you seemed too engrossed to the speech, and so he decided to stay sane for a little while until the speech ended. It was when finally, the speech ended, and it is time to get a break.

"Do you want to get some food?" You asks, yet you get a motion response before seeing Jake pulls you hand out to the outdoor of the building. You questioned his action, but then got reminded that he is a golden retriever hybrid, in which he has to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling inside him. You immediately felt guilty and pet his head, giving him a comfort feeling that he earns. "You are doing a good job, Jake. A good boy."

He smiles tiredly, yet grew fond of you petting him. "I sure am, yn noona."

A few while later, you drag him to sit down on a stone bench, and the two of you gaze up in the sky, watching dark blue colour colours the sky which faint stars hung up.

"I... am afraid of dogs." You confessed. "They bit me, and like it just seems that I don't have a close quick relationship with dogs. That's why I was skeptical when I got announced that I was going to have you. It's weird enough that I am okay with any pets but just dogs, but I am willing to face my fear starting from you. You know... because you're a hybrid."

"It's okay noona, I don't mind that you start with me." Jake whimpers and you giggles at his reply, though do not understand.

"Well, as you can tell, none of us have a hybrid before so you have to tell us, straightforwardly, our mistakes. I might be hard-headed a few times so, you can... I don't know, bark or growl at me if you're feeling angry and mad at me, or if you're feel like giving up and all."

"Of course! Anything for you noona!" Jake barks, and his head comes in contact with your shoulder as he snuggles a little, before leaning his head on top of your shoulder, enjoying the sky in silence.

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Excerpt: What You Needed

After years, Jinx and Vi are reunited—and starting to make amends.

From ‘heron blue,’ an AU where Vi and Jinx reconnect under different terms. Slow, rocky relationship rebuilding, found family messiness, and political schemings. cw: abandonment issues, dissociation, psychosis, dysfunctional family dynamics Full story on AO3

Her painted fingers clink out a red-capped glass bottle, and hold it stiffly across from her. "You...still like the cherry ones, right?"

Vi takes it from her, slowly, criss-crossed on the blankets across from her. "You bet," she says softly. Her mouth makes a strange twist: not quite a smile. She turns the bottle in her hand. "Still like blueberry?"

Jinx screws off the cap of her own, a glittering spin off the stones. "Uh, yeah—best of the bestest."

The lights hum around them, a pleasant, blitzy static. Jinx draws up her knees, curls her arms around them, and sips. For a long, horrible moment, there's nothing for them to say. Nothing she can get out: the questions stuck in her stomach, in her heart, like lead on her tongue.

Why did you leave me—?

"When...when did you build this?" Vi's looking at the decorations all around them, the paint and the color and glow, with a quiet awe.

Jinx wonders, for a moment, if she means the alcove or the club itself. They'd kept the bones, but rebuilt it all, straight from the ground up. No more smelly storeroom—too many ghosts; all boarded up now. They'd cleaned and sanded and revarnished the floors; painted the rooms, retiled the bathrooms; brought in that beautiful imported glass to bubble around the walls, a new addition to the spaces wholly their own on the third floor, with the same old staff kitchen and storage closets and divots in the walls.

Jinx shrugs, bobbing her knee. "Oh, I dunno—years ago."

Vi's smiling, now. She looks down at the bottle in her hands: twists off the cap. "I...I missed this, y'know. All your creations."

It lights up something in Jinx's heart, like a little lamp tuned to life. "I—I never stopped, really," she says, a flash of her teeth. "Painted up my room all pretty—oh—I just got this new color in from that big guy in the third district." She props closer, with a brightening grin. "It's, like, the prettiest blue—gonna put it on Whambo. He's gonna be a nail bomb. And I might use it for some details, on Fritz—he's a smoke flare, mostly, but he can double as a firecracker launcher—cool, right? I've been trying to get the combustion ratio right, for ages, but the thing keeps fizzlin' out too early—that old doc's tried to give me equations, but ugh—anyway. Work in progress, Fritz."

And then she's telling her about Jabberwock the ray gun, that she'd engraved with the emblem of a little seahorse—and about the Zing-Dusters she'd built: the respirators they used in the air dispensaries, that she was making a new model of—and the water filtration systems they were going to pilot in the rotted hovels of the Sump, once they got the right treated metals in.

She tells her about Tullo the mechanic, a giant of a man, with hair to his knees and tattoos gaudy as a pirate's, who she gets her imports from. Tullo, who Sevika got in a fight with the other day, after he'd called her arm just for show—and Sevika was a big old ogre, just as awful as ever: she ate blood sausage and grits for breakfast—yeuch!

She's rambling, on and on: the words pouring out of her: a runoff of shaky-laughed, tense-shouldered babbling.

There's so much she doesn't say.

She doesn't tell her about Little Man. She doesn't tell her about the voices in her head, or Mylo or Claggor, or her stuffed rabbit nailed to the wall, or how she spent years and years trying to carve herself in the chasm she'd left behind, not knowing why she wasn't enough, good enough, worth enough to bring her back; or how Silco would find her beating her hands bloody in the old arcade, or how he never laughed, not really, and never, ever cried, except when he talked about Vander, and then he nearly did both; or how, sometimes, when Sevika laid her arm around her, it almost, almost felt like hers—and she does not tell her about how Powder is dead and gone and drowned, drowned in a well, drowned by Jinx's own hands, and Jinx—Jinx is strong, now.

The voices ring through her ears: a pitching, endless drone.

It's too quiet, again.

Jinx swallows, fidgeting. She lifts her eyes from the roof. Vi is just looking at her, looking and frowning, with that burning sort of sadness Jinx hates. She's looking at her, and not saying a word—and for all Jinx doesn't tell her any of that, she is terrified that in some small, terrible way, she knows it, all the same.

"You're quiet," Jinx mumbles. She rips her eyes down, again.

Vi reaches over, wraps her hand beneath her own. "I know—I know. I'm sorry, I'm just..." She huffs out a breath, turning away, staring at the bustle of the streets. "I'm just thinking." She's nervous: her hands heavy and fiddling, so warm over Jinx's own. "It's—it's just..." Vi clears her throat. "It's been so long, I've been—I've been so worried about you."

Jinx scrapes her nail over her thumb. Those words hit something unpleasant inside her—worried about you—plunge a sickly chill in her stomach: a blazing knot of self-disgust, of rage; of sharp, splintered old hurt.

The words trapped in her throat bubble out, before she can stop them. "Why..." They stick like grease on her teeth. "Why did you leave me?"

She knows they cut at her sister. She knows they sting.

Part of her wants them to.

Vi looks down. She weathers her thumb over Jinx's own. "I—I tried to get back to you, I promise." The same as she'd said, before. "I did—but I—"

"You left me." It sounds so pitiful coming out of Jinx's mouth, and she despises herself for it. She yanks her hand out from Vi's own: tucks it under her knee. "I didn't—I didn't understand—"

"I know," Vi hushes. "I know, I—there hasn't been a day I haven't regretted it. Not a single one, from every damned night I was in that cell—but I—I just—" Her shoulders sink. She's looking away, forcing air through her teeth. "I needed time."

Something blitzes up Jinx's neck: leaves her head twitching.

You're not ready!

She scowls slow at the tiles. "Away from me."

"That's not—"

I told you to stay away!

Jinx scrapes her nails against the stones. "Things changed, when you left." Air shudders against her teeth. She fights the heat broiling in her throat: blinks it quick out of her eyes. "I—I changed," she whispers.

Vi's hands fist between her knees. Something in her turns venomous: like it did in Silco, when someone said something that got under his skin; when he let his words turn harsh and biting, looming over his constituents, a shadow of a monster with red-tipped wings.

"If I'd known you were here," Vi is saying, a low firmness in the words—and Jinx knows where they're going, before she even speaks them; feels her shoulders draw firm as stone. "If I could have—I would have done anything to find you; I would have got you out of here, as soon as I—"

A numbness washes through Jinx's veins.

"Got me out," she repeats.

She feels so far away from herself. Floating.

She's seeing Little Man, with his hair still short and his arms still gangly: his hand shackled around her wrist, hard enough to crush her, pleading to a girl who didn't exist—Powder, come with me, please—we've found a place in the sewers, away from all of this, where you'll be safe—whatever he's done, I'll make sure he never gets to you, again—

"I don't need you to save me," Jinx bites out. Tension gnaws through her fingers: turns them white-knuckled on her knee.

Mylo's wrong, Powder. You're stronger than you think.

You're strong, now—just like you were always meant to be.

She wrenches her head from the words, the memories: Vi's fist colliding with her cheek, Silco's thumb sweeping against it. "I never needed you to save me, I—I needed—"

Because you're a jinx! Mylo was right!

Jinx is perfect.

"Someone else," Vi mutters. Jinx falters, ice in her lungs. Stares wide-eyed at her. Vi is frowning at the green glow beyond them, rasping her thumb against the wrapping over her knuckles. She takes in a hard, gritty breath, and eases it out. "I know," she continues. "I left you, and he—" The look in her eyes turns so strange: bitter, scathing. "He showed up." It's like the words are pulling out her teeth. Her thumb presses hard into her knuckles. "And maybe, that's—that's what you needed."

Jinx tries to swallow. Heat burns and burns in her throat. "You want me to hate him," she tests, prickling with spite. "You don't want me to be here." Flashes of color outside the edges of her vision: eyes and faces and howling words. "You don't like him—you don't like any of them—well, none of you all liked me, either—"

"That's not true—"

Ghosts are picking at her ears and clawing at her arms and too loud.

"—because I—I was just some—some loose screw, screw-up, always screwing things up—shut up!" She wrenches her head into her hands, squeezes it tight, tight between her nails, to keep her skull from splitting open. "Shut up, shut up!"

Vi's looking at her like she's broken, a wind-up toy with all the cogs gone: like something she doesn't know how to fix. Carefully, her bandaged hand lays over her knee. "That's not true, and you know it," she says gravely. The words crack. "We loved you, Powder. Vander, and Mylo, and Claggor—"

"Don't." Jinx seethes it out, feral: wrenches herself away from Vi's burning hand. "Stop." She breathes long, cavernous, heaving. "Stop, don't—I don't want to think about them—I don't want to think about them, I don't—"

Vi closes her eyes, clenches her jaw. "Okay."

"I don't," Jinx hisses again. There's too much color in her eyes, too much noise in her head.

Vi's holding her. She doesn't remember when she started holding her.

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine (3)

a/n: hey everyone! I'm so happy that this series has gotten so much love, I really appreciate it!! If you're seeing this and you haven't read the first two chapters they can be found here: 1 2 or masterlist, just so everyone knows, i am now in summer break so if you requested a fic and i haven't posted it yet, it will be in the span of a week! also, SUIT SUIT SUIT i wish i was good at drawing to show you what im envisioning for Y/N's suit but sadly, i have the talent of an evolved potato drawing upside down in space. i am also introducing an OC either in this part or the next so hopefully you guys will like her! taglist: @nyx-aira @musicconversedance @fantasttick @paymeinkash @beautifulbows924 @elius-learns-to-write @some-old-myths (if you are on here and you do not want to be or if i forgot to add you, plz message me) word count: 1.9k warning(s): violence; death; cursing; reader being crazy (as she should); Set makes an appearance in front of Khonshu, Layla, Marc/Steven/Jake; gif not mine; i am terrible at describing suits so i apologize if Y/N's isn't given justice - i promise it looks cool in my head; new god shows up; POV changes; this is terrible, there will be grammar mistakes disclaimer: ik he's the god of chaos and disorder but he would pull a tony stark and adopt every orphan he knows

Khonshu was the first to strike. He swung his scepter, intent on knocking you out. But all you did was raise an eyebrow as you caught the scepter before it hit your face. You tugged the staff backwards, sending the moon god flying out the window. You looked proud as you tossed the scepter back and forth in between your hands, watching with amusement as Marc summoned the suit. He reached for the daggers strapped to his chest, making you involuntarily flinch, images of your parents flashing through your mind. You growled and flicked your wrist, sending a wave of heat toward Marc’s hand. He groaned as his skin erupted into third degree burns under the suit, glaring at you under the hood. Layla closed her eyes, murmuring to herself. You knew what she was doing, summoning Taweret, but your quarrel wasn’t with her. Not at the moment at least. You placed a hand on your hip, looking Marc up and down. You smile, eyes starting to glow hellishly.

“That’s pretty fancy, Marc-o,” You take a step back, for dramatic effect of course, flipping your hair over your shoulder, “But I can do that too.”

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Marc watched as Y/N’s eyes glowed, materializing her suit on her body. He tried to attack, using this moment to gain the upperhand, but his legs were wrapped in sand, hardening into glass, freezing him in his spot. Y/N turned her body, facing the mirror that had tilted to the side, leaning against the TV. She smiled as she admired her suit, turning to see every angle. Strips of linen wrapped around her body, twisting and folding into armor. Her pants formed into a palazzo style, slits running up from her ankle to hip, revealing a holster holding a khopesh made out of obsidian. The linen made a criss-cross style across her chest, stopping at her shoulders and continuing up her neck to form a mask covering her nose and mouth. Y/N rolled her head, cracking her neck, stretching out her arms as her rings melted into skeletal-like gloves. Moving tattoos of serpents appeared on her skin, some appearing to be devouring the sun. As a circlet made of gold twisted itself around her forehead and her hair became entwined with fire and blood, Y/N turned towards Marc and Layla - who had summoned her own suit.

“Well, isn’t this fun? We look like we belong on a lunchbox!” Her eyes continued to glow as she clapped, releasing Marc and Layla from the glassy hold, sending shards across the floor. Not one to wait, Marc swung forward, flipping his body to kick her. Y/N caught his leg, just like she did the scepter, and twisted, sending the caped crusader flying into the wall. Layla growled, flying towards Y/N with superhuman speed, grabbing her shoulders, sending both of them out the window. Y/N merely sighed, snapping her fingers and dissolving into sand. Layla stopped herself before she hit the ground, confusion lasting a second before she heard Y/N’s laughter.

“You know, you’re way more fun than your husband. When this is all over and his heart is in my hands, I’ll let you live.” Y/N hovered above her, sitting on a cloud of sand. Layla sent a flurry of daggers in her direction from the golden wings she wore. Y/N dogged them, an offended look on her face as she redirected them towards Layla. Y/N stood up, brushing off her legs as she shook her head.

“And here I was thinking we were bonding-” before she continued, Moon Knight flew down, knocking her off her cloud, sending Y/N rolling on the concrete. The avatar of Set simply chuckled as she sat up, bones cracking as they went back into place. Layla and Marc came towards her, weapons in hand. Y/N quickly grabbed her khopesh, taking a defensive position. Soon, the ground shook with the fight. The Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight were no match for Y/N, as they punched and kicked, she merely dogged and swung, cutting them with her sword. The heroes became discouraged, but continued. Y/N jumped on a car, bouncing off of the vehicle to propel herself to wrap her legs around Marc’s head, flipping him forward. She swung off, landing on her feet as Marc rolled and hit Layla, sending her tumbling to the ground. Y/N smiled, her mask coming off as she sighed victoriously. But her victory was short-lived. As she prowled closer, twirling her khopesh between her fingers, humming, she didn’t see the blur behind her. Y/N had discarded Khonshu’s scepter when Layla had pushed the two of them out the window, she thought he wouldn’t show again. She was wrong. Just as Y/N raised her khopesh to flick the hood off of Marc’s head, a sharp pain spread through her stomach. Layla and Marc gasped at the sight as they were sprayed with Y/N’s blood.

Y/N looked down to see Khonshu’s scepter protruding from her stomach. She made eye contact with Layla, agony crashing over her body. She fell forward as Khonshu pulled backward, removing his scepter. Marc and Layla scrambled to the side, her body crashing against the ground. Steven fronted, Mr. Knight’s suit materializing. He knelt by Y/N’s head as Khonshu rolled her on her back. He examined her tattoos, eyes widening in realization.

“Holy smokes. It’s Apophis, the chaos demon. Why would she-” Khonshu’s booming voice interrupted him.

“It does not matter. Her markings will be gone once I kill her.” He raised his scepter, examining Y/N’s broken nose from falling face first, the blood spilling out her nose and mouth from being stabbed, and her bruises from fighting the other avatars. He laughed.

“Oh how the mighty fall.”

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You could do nothing but watch as Khonshu thrust the scepter back into your stomach, this time closer to your heart. You screamed in pain, your suit disappearing as you could focus no longer.

“Khonshu!” Layla cried out in surprise, aghast at his actions. The moon god merely twisted the scepter, making your voice hoarse with how loud you cried. You watched as red spreaded through your clothes. Too much red. Why were you plagued with red?

“Please,” you begged out, your confidence lost as you felt your life slipping away, “please stop. Stop, please. I’ll stop, I’ll be good, I promise.” You sobbed, each cry bringing new pain as the god continued to twist the scepter.

“You’ve made your point,” Steven pleaded, “You stop now! This isn’t vengeance!”

“She deserves it. She’s the reason Harrow turned to Ammit. She’s the reason for all your pain!” he raised his scepter once more, positioning it over your heart. Just as you were about to feel the last bit of life, a loud clap of thunder sent Khonshu flying backwards. The ground shook, cracking, splitting apart. Sand formed into a giant serpent circling the group, its growls sending shivers down Steven’s spine. Khonshu groaned, shaking his head as he stood back up. He looked around, realization sparking in his mind. His scepter was taken from his hand, floating above the ground until it flung towards him, stabbing the god in his stomach. Steven gasped loudly as Set materialized next to you, cupping your face with his hand.

“You’re going to be alright, my child.”

He looked at Steven and Layla, analyzing the two. His eyes made of burning fire showed them their worst fears, sending chills down their spines. They watched as his face went from human, to the head of a jackal, to the skull of a donkey with enlarged fangs. He seemingly deemed them unworthy of his attention, standing up to his full height. Set’s voice carried across the air, shaking the ground.

“You shouldn’t have made an enemy of chaos, Khonshu. You had been protected for years, only facing the wrath of an angry, scorned, orphan. Now you face the wrath of evil itself!” Khonshu made to attack, having removed his scepter from his body, but was flung to the side by the tail of the giant sand serpent. You coughed, blood dripping from your lips.

“Why isn’t she healing?” Steven murmured frantically, shaking his head. Set turned to him, his human face snarling at the man.

“It’s a little gift from the gods. She can only heal if her injuries are sustained from an avatar or mortal. If a god hurts her,” his voice choked up, causing both Layla and Steven to be confused. They had never seen a god show true emotion towards another before. (Taweret is the exception, she’s the best). Set composed himself, glaring at Khonshu.

“If a god hurts her, only a god can heal her.” Steven looked at Set inquisitively.

“Then why don’t you heal her?”

Set growled, turning so his back faced the avatars, kneeling next to you.

“I am not the god of medicine or healing. I am the god of chaos, disorder, and storms. All I can do is watch as my daugh- my avatar bleeds to death by the hands of who used to be a brother.” He cradled you in his arms, standing up. Sand swirled around them, pushing Steven, Layla, and Khonshu closer together. The serpent rose into the air. Set turned towards Steven, something shining in his eyes.

“Do not mistake my grief for friendship, Mr. Knight. Next time we meet, you will have the full force of chaos against you.” The god disappeared, along with you. The serpent crashed down onto the trio, its jaws surrounding them before dissolving. Jake fronted as Layla turned towards Khonshu, anger radiating from her.

“Eso fue divertido.” He said sarcastically as he glared at the moon god. Layla pressed a dagger under Khonshu’s chin. She cocked her head to the side.

“I think it’s time you told us why Y/N is so focused on killing you.”

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Set materialized on a deserted road, panic seeping into his form as he noticed how limp you had gone. He frantically set you on the ground, holding your head in his lap. When he looked in the distance, he saw a figure kneeling under a tree, a ghostly river flowing next to her. She had food and drink by her side, a feast for the dead. She beckoned Set closer, but the god of chaos shook his head, returning his gaze back to you.

“No, no, Y/N, I will not allow you to die! You can’t, you can’t leave me alone.” Your eyes fluttered open, smiling as you saw Set.

“Hiya,” you coughed out, “That didn’t go so well did it?” Set laughed, relief filling his body. As he was about to respond, a new voice broke through the air.

“Oh good she’s alive. I’m a goddess of healing, not necromancy.” Set flung around to see a human woman, dark skin glowing in the sunlight, her hair twisted into bantu knots. Her lips, painted red, smirked at Set’s expression of disbelief. The woman gasped softly as her eyes glowed, releasing her from the goddesses consciousness. A figure appeared behind the mortal, a tall woman wearing a red cloak with the face of a lioness. The mortal woman crouched next to you, smiling as she took your hand. Your brow scrunched in confusion and you looked to Set for clarification. The lioness smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“What? You thought you were the only one freed from a stone prison?” Set chuckled, shaking his head.

“Long time no see, Sekhmet.”

a/n: ok guys i need your help for villain names for Y/N. also, if you don't know who Sekhmet is she is an egyptian goddess of war, fire, healing, and the destroyer of enemies of Ra. also that lady under the tree was Amenet, a goddess who welcomed the dead to the afterlife with food and drink. i am so sorry if this was bad, i hope people are still interested in this series!! love you guys! <3

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SafeHouse || Five

"Wait, so basically, you want me to leave my Brother and his friends alone, to hang around with you lot and "act like a Slytherin" just to piss them off?" I raised my eyebrows "Ha, Ha funny joke, thank you very much for wasting my time but i'll be off now-" I said about to get up and leave, but was stopped.

"Weasley, you will do it or else" Malfoy threatened

"Or else what? if this is how you guys get girls to hang out with you? no wonder the only one who clings to you is Pansy, you really need to work on your gentleman skills"

"You know we can make your life at Hogwarts miserable, right?" Nott told me as he squat down, resting his elbows on his knees, to look me in the eyes

"Oh dont worry, another minute in here and you will have sealed the deal, I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life just looking at your faces"

"Whats Weasley doing in the boys dorms?" Zabini asked

"I heard Weasley's first kiss was a house elf" Nott joined in

"I heard Weasley was secretly dating Goyle"

"you three are a bunch of mean girls, oh my god" I said

"I heard Weasley spent the last few years in Azkaban"

"I heard Weasley was sent away at birth, because her parents didn't want her"

"I heard Weasley was really half goblin"

"I heard Weasley was only friends with Potter for his riches"

"What-No I'm not!" I protested

"back to the matter at hand, Rumours can ruin just about anyone, especially around the certain crowd, and we have a big influence on The students at Hogwarts and what they believe, so make things easier for yourself and agree" Malfoy said, with an air of authority

"You really think i'm that scared of a few rumours, nice try, I've been dealing with them since I got here, besides, I thought you all hate me for being a supposed blood traitor, whatever that means" I crossed my arms over my chest

"Yes, well we all make sacrifices, and you're close to potty and weasel-" Theo said

"Hey! thats as much an insult to me as well as him you know!" I argued back

"Does Your brother really know why your home?" Malfoy asked me

"what?" I snapped my eyes up to look at him, I could feel my cheeks glowing red and my arms loosing from the criss cross

"What would happen if he and everyone else found out the real reason you left, sorry I mean got thrown out of Beauxbatons" He raised an eyebrow, knowing he had finally caught my attention

"Malfoy, no! you can't, how did you even, you wouldn't" I gasped

"I have my sources, Weasley, now agree if you dont want your little secret spilled"

I looked around the room, by the looks of it, Malfoy had told Zabini and Nott, thats if he actually knew and wasn't just bluffing, but I couldn't take that chance, dropping my head to stare at the floor in defeat "fine" I whispered

"What was that?" Nott had put his hand to his ear

"I said fine" I said a little louder

"Brilliant, lets go get dinner, I'm starving" Draco stretched, being mindful of his arm and they went to walk out.

Nott grabbed my wrists and pulled me up before putting his arm over my shoulder, I didn't have the energy to shrug it off though.

Before we went down the stairs I went to sprint to the girls dormitories but was unsuccessful with Nott's hold on me and Crabbe had returned to block the way

"tut tut, Weasley, its dinner, you dont want to miss that, anymore" Draco mocked.

I dreaded it when we got to the Great Hall, My cheeks instantly blushed when i looked over to the Gryffindor table and caught all my siblings and Harry & Hermione looking at me in confusion to be with not only Malfoy but Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle but Theodore Notts arm around my shoulders, I was hoping that they could see the pleading look in my eyes and realise that I didn't like this but all I could see on my twins face was hurt and anger, even Fred and George looked annoyed.

"Cheer up Weasley, theres Pie!" Nott cheered as we sat down at the Slytherin table, me sandwiched between Nott and Goyle, Malfoy and Zabini sitting opposite and Crabbe next to Goyle.

I just sat there, staring at my plate, feeling miserable for myself ignoring Nott who had started piling food on to his plate and mine

"Eat up, Weasley" He patted my back hard.

I continued to stare at the food as they delved into conversations about Quidditch and the game coming up Saturday, Slytherin vs Gryffindor, until Malfoy and Zabini revealed that Slytherin had decided to swap with Hufflepuff due to their seeker having an injured arm but really it was because they didn't want to play in the horrible weather.

I hadn't said a word the rest of the night, it felt like a weight was lifted from my chest when I went to bed and could sleep this horrible day away.

It was Friday, the day before Gryffindor Vs Hufflepuff and I was sat in Defence Against the Dark Arts, next to Hermione.

I had got to the Classroom extra early just to avoid the Slytherin boys, I don't think I could cope being sat next to, either Nott, Malfoy or Zabini for another class.

Ron was sat on his own at a desk as Harry hadn't shown up, he refused to even acknowledge me and instead moped at his desk.

I was surprised when Professor Snape had been the one teaching the class today, I was curious to know what had happened to Lupin but bit my tongue, knowing Snape wouldn't have the patience for my questions.

It was Ten minutes into the lesson when Harry had dashed inside.

"Sorry im late, Professor Lupin, I- he finally looked up to realise that Lupin wasn't here at all, but actually it was Snape, bless him, I was getting second hand embarrassment just watching.

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we'll make it ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down" But of course the bloody idiot didn't.

"Wheres Professor Lupin?" Harry had voiced my question

"He says he is feeling too ill to teach today?" Snape said with a smile, kinda strange if you ask me "I believe I told you to sit down?"

And yet he still decided not to move

"Harry, just sit down!" I told him, having a hard time keeping my mouth shut.

I was shocked when he actually listened but I knew he wasn't finished with his questions

"I am very capable of handling my students, Weasley!" Snape snapped at me, making me shrink in my seat

"Whats wrong with him?" Harry had asked instead of just shutting up

"Nothing life-threatening, five more points from Gryffindor, and if you ask another question it will be fifty" Harry had decided to save his house by not saying anything further

"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any records of the topics you have covered so far-"

"Please, Sir, we've done Boggarts, Red Caps, Kappas and Grindylows," Hermione rushed out from beside me "and we're just about to start-"

"Be quiet" Snape cut her off coldly "I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organisation."

"He's the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had" A boy from Gryffindor, I'm pretty sure was Dean Thomas had said boldy, the other Gryffindors and myself agreed, and this seemed to piss the old slime ball right off, it was all over his face, awe we must of touched a nerve.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly over-taxing you - I would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and Grindylows. Today we shall discuss- he paused to flip the book "Werewolfs"

Malfoy mockingly howled like a wolf, The Slytherin boys laughed.

"But, sir, We're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start hinkypunks-" Hermione burst

"Miss Granger, I was under the impression that I was taking this lesson, not you-

"Well then teach us what we're supposed to learn, oh wise Professor, or you might as well bugger off back to the dungeons and 'Mione can teach it, I'm sure I can speak for the majority of us when I say we will learn a whole lot more, and better" I spat, having enough of him disrespecting my friends and acting like he was on his high horse.

"Miss Weasley, I hope you have no plans for the rest of this week, as you will be spending it in detention, am I understood?" Snape curled his lip as he said this, I could just feel the Slytherin boys eyes drilling into the back of my skull

"Eye eye cap'n" I saluted, that man doesn't even know how much he just saved my arse and helped me get out of being with them.

"Now, all of you, turn to Page three hundred and ninety-four Now!"

"Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?" Snape asked the class

Everyone sat in silence, except Hermione, who shot her hand up in the air so fast, I thought she was going to take my ear off

"Anyone?" Snape asked, completely ignoring Hermione

"Oh this is just cruel" I mumbled

Snapes creepy smile was back "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between-"

"We told you" said another Gryffindor, but I wasn't sure of her name "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on-"

"Silence!" Snape barked, making me jump an inch in the air "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognise a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are ..."

"Please, Sir" Hermione practically begged "The werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf-

"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger, Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

I watched as my friend had gone bright red and her eyes pooling with tears, before I could say anything back, Ron had said loudly "You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you dont want to be told?"

"Detention, Weasley, Maybe the both of you can learn some manners and how to properly behave inside of the classroom then" He said snidely as he looked at me and my brother.

We sat in silence for the rest of the class, letting the over grown bully win this round.

"Very poorly explained ... that is incorrect, the Kappa is more commonly found in Magnolia ... Professor Lupin gave this eight out of ten? I wouldn't have given it three ..." Snape said as he examined the work we had been doing for Lupin.

"correct me if im wrong, but im sure he taught potions, as he's not good enough for this one?" I whispered to Hermione, who bit her tongue to hold in a laugh.

When the bell rang I was ready to thank Merlin but obviously we were not that fortunate as the slime ball held us back

"You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you recognise and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment on the subject, and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in hand. Miss Weasley and Mr Weasley, stay behind, we need to arrange your detentions."

Everyone else had left the classroom, leaving only Snape, Ron and I.

Snape went into detail about our horrific and unjustified detentions for a solid Five minutes, throughout the whole time Ron didn't even take a single glance at me, he was seriously getting on my nerves with his bad temper.

After Snape dismissed us, Ron marched out the room, leaving me to jog a bit to at least try and catch up to him.

"Ron!" I called his name out in the hall when he joined Harry and Hermione "Ron, will you just listen to what I have to say!"

"Piss off, Keira" He snapped before storming off with Hermione in tow, trying to calm him down.

Harry lingered back a bit, offering me a sympathetic look then soon followed them, I watched their backs disappear around the corner, my shoulders dropping.

"Detention for the next three days, huh? do you really find my handsome face that hard to resist you seek out ways to stay away from us" Nott teased as he draped an arm over my shoulders and steered us in the direction of the dungeons.

"Oh Theodore, you Pronounced heinous wrong, and no, I did not get them just to give me a reason to stay away from you, I was sticking up for my friend , that was just a bonus" I grinned up at him and patted his cheek "ta ta Nott"

Before any of them could stop me I ran to the Library to start my studying on Werewolves, I didn't even care if I looked dumb.

•

"Weasley" Draco drawled as I walked into the Slytherin common room and headed for the girls dormitories to get ready for my detention with Snape and Ron.

"No, I'm busy" I said, not even bothering to look towards the group and rushed out of sight so I could get changed for my detention, in a pair of baggy pyjama bottoms and one of my brothers old t-shirts, that drowned me in the fabric.

Clever thinking Keira, cause now I could jump right into bed without disturbing the others.

I then ran back down stairs, after reaching the bottom of the stairs I doubled over to catch my breath, I really needed to start working out more.

"She's back!" Theodore cheered

"Still busy" I said as I tied my hair up in a pony tail and sped walked back out of the Slytherin common room before I was any later than I already was.

•

"Ron, please talk to me, this would be a lot easier if you weren't ignoring me!" I whined at my brother for the Forth time in the last two hours

"Shut up, Keira" he snapped, continuing to scrub a bedpan

"I don't actually know why you're mad at me, by the way, so I have no clue how I can make it up to you if I don't know what I did"

"you serious- are you for real- do you ever think"

"yes, actually, I do!"

"Pha, okay, nice one"

"Will you stop! I just want us to be alright again, please Ron" I dropped the bedpan I had been scrubbing, to show how serious I was.

"just get on with it so we can leave" He said in a final tone, and didn't say a word for the rest of the detention.

Luckily the Common room was empty by the time I had got there so I could easily pass out in my bed.

•

"I am not going!" I crossed my arms over my chest "I don't like quidditch, and its cold, and the weather is horrible"

"Then be sure to wrap up warm" Draco said flatly

"Aw, is the Malfoy brat not used to hearing the word No? see it means I'm not going to do what you say just because you told me, here it is again, ready? No!"

"I hate you all" I groaned, huddling up closer to Zabini under the umbrella in order not to get soaked in the rain, Nott and Malfoy sharing one next to us

"Look theres Potter!" Nott pointed him out causing him to look in our direction, the three of them laughed and jeered at him, but I tried offering him a comforting smile

"Hi Harry, Good luck!" I shouted to him, him blushing and mumbling a thanks in return

"You know, you could at least act like you're a Slytherin" Zabini told me

"Did you see how he blushed, where's my camera when I need it, that was adorable" Nott laughed "Why was he blushing like that?"

"I dont know, But Ron did mention how he didn't shut up talking about me when I said I was gonna kiss him" I thought out loud "What? stop looking at me like that! I wasn't actual- holy gargoyles, who is that?" I pointed at one of the Hufflepuff players he was tall and extremely handsome with chiselled features, dark hair, and bright grey eyes.

He was perfect in every way

"Him? Thats Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuffs seeker" Malfoy said

"He's all looks but no brains" Nott said

"He's the love of my life" I sighed "Oh my god! he just looked in our way, hows my hair, is there something on my face?" I freaked out

"He was probably looking at Draco and Blaise because they are on the Slytherin Quidditch team" Nott rolled his eyes.

"I thought you said you liked Wood" Malfoy said

"Hush Malfoy, No, not since he kicked me out of the Gryffindor practise cause he thought I would rat out their plays" I mumbled the rest and rolled my eyes

"I thought you didn't like Quidditch, why would you go to their practise?" Zabini asked

"Shush, the games starting" I hushed him and stared at the Pitch

"No its n-

"Shh".

•

"See, Diggory is obviously more fitter, but I dont know, that Scottish accent gets me excited"

"Right!" I slapped Theodore's arm and agreed "and the way he's so passionate about the sport"

"Will you two shut up!" Malfoy shouted at us over the howling winds

I had no idea what was going on and who was winning, and I didn't care, the only interesting thing was just Hermione casting a spell on Harry's glasses so he could see in the rain, yeah, that was it.

I was soaked from the rain, my hair a mess from the wind and I could barely feel my hands.

"Can they just hurry up already! I wanna go in-

"Woah, look!" Theodore cut me off to point at Harry who had slipped on his broom, falling down a few feet, he seemed to have regained control, Diggory speeding on his tail, he noticed the snitch and sped for it, and thats when they came.

Hundreds of Dementors surrounded the pitch, everything freezing over, it was like they were absorbing happiness, i felt even colder on the inside.

The Dementors swarmed Harry and suddenly he was falling to the ground, I couldn't focus on anything but Harry's body plummeting, And then he hit the ground. Ron and Hermione had already ran to him as well as the other quidditch players and teachers, I went to run to him but was stopped by Malfoy

"Get off me!" I barked at him, ripping my arm out of his grip and legged it.

I felt awkward in the hospital wing, like I shouldn't be here, should I be here? I counted Harry as one of my friends, but maybe I was just his best friends twin sister to him, not to mention I was the only Slytherin in a room full of Gryffindors.

We gathered around his bed looking over him, I was stood next to Hermione and George, Harry was still unconscious.

"Lucky the ground was so soft"

"I thought he was dead for sure"

"But he didn't even break his glasses" I saw the slight winces and Movements of Harry as he was gaining consciousness

"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life"

"Guys, shut up, Harry's waking up" I cut off their whispering

"Harry!" Fred had said "How're you feeling?"

"What happened?" Harry asked, and sat up so fast I could tell I wasn't the only one who got hit with worry

"You fell off, Must've been - what - fifty feet?" Fred told him

"We thought you died" Alicia, who had introduced herself and the rest of the team to me, had said

I heard Hermione make a small squeaky noise, I quickly put my hand on her shoulder to calm her, I dont really know if it helped but I didn't really know what else to do.

"But the match, What happened? Are we having a replay?"

No one answered his question, I didn't simply because I didn't know what happened.

"We didn't- lose?"

"Diggory got the snitch" George sighed " Just after you fell. He didn't realise what happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a re-match. But they won fair and square ... even Wood admits it"

"Where is Wood?"

"Still in the showers" Said Fred " we think he's trying to drown himself" I Turned my head so fast to look at my brother in shock, I thought I gave myself whiplash, at how casual he said that

"Should someone go check on him?!" I asked him, but he just shrugged his shoulders

"C'mon, Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before"

"There had to be to be one time you didn't get it" George followed Fred in trying to cheer him up

"It's not over yet, We lost by a hundred points, right? so if Hufflepuff lose to Ravenclaw and we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin ..."

"Hufflepuff'll have to lose by at least two hundred points" George said.

"But if they beat Ravenclaw..."

"No way, Ravenclaw are too good. But if Slytherin lose against Hufflepuff..."

"It all depends on the points - a margin of a hundred points either way-"

As they were all discussing the points and how they could possibly have a chance of winning, I watched Harry lay there in silence, and my heart hurt for him, he probably felt like this was all his fault, I wish there was something that I or all of us could do to make this better for him.

I dont even think he knew about his broom yet.

Eventually Madam Pomfrey kicked us out so Harry could rest.

"We'll come and see you later" Fred reassured him "Don't beat yourself up, Harry, You're still the best seeker we've ever had"

"Yeah, Harry, I dont even know whats happening half the time but from what I could tell, your brilliant" I smiled at him before following the rest out, except for Ron and Hermione, I chose to leave as, one, I thought we all were, and two because I guessed he would probably want time alone with his best friends.

"So, is the boy who lived...alive?" Theodore asked me, when I walked into the Slytherin Common room, trailing water and mud behind me, filch would hang me by my wrists if he saw.

"Yeah, He's awake, Ron and Hermione's with them" I waved them off and then walked up to the dorms to get changed and warm up, readying myself for my second detention in a row.

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