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wheatnoodle · 10 months

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i love you, evangeline

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“evie, babe, darling, my love. you gotta stop stressing so much. dustin’s going to like whatever you make, everything you cook is great. you’re going to pace holes into the floor and we won’t get our security deposit back,” robin says and places her hands on evie’s shoulders. the girl’s been panicking over the pasta on the stovetop, having already restarted her sauce for the third time now.

“i- i know, i know. but it’s not…about the food, robs,” evie says and tips her head back to face the ceiling once she feels tears welling behind her eyes. she can’t let her mascara run. it’s expensive.

“honey, hey,” robin is snatching a napkin off the counter to dab at evie’s waterline, her other hand cupping her face. “dustin is going to love you, no matter what. do you know how long he’s been waiting for this day? every time i see or talk to him, it’s all ‘where’s steve why are you hiding him is he dead can i see him’. he’s going to be over the moon.”

“that’s just it, robin. he misses steve and i’m not him. what if he’s disappointed, or disgusted, or he hates me, or he won’t accept it? oh my god, i don’t know if i can do this,” she can feel her breathing picking up and robin is instantly placing her hands on her shoulders.

“okay, no, hey, we’re not going to do that. we are not panicking. everything is going to go amazing. nothing bad is going to happen. you just finished a glass of wine, your emotions are gettin’ high, you are okay. we are okay. let’s breathe, yeah?” slowly, she guides evie through deep breaths, rubbing her shoulders all throughout. after a few moments, evie shuts her eyes, a sigh of relief leaving her body and her shoulders dropping. she pulls robin into a hug.

“you’re right. everything’s okay. thanks,” she mumbles into her shoulder.

“anytime. now, get out of your head, dingus. if you burn this sauce, i’m not letting you start over again,” robin smirks and pulls back to finish her setting of the small kitchen table.

just as she finishes lighting the candles in the center of the table, there’s a knock to the tune of “skunk in the barnyard”. robin’s head snaps over to evie, seeing the girl freeze just as she was about to fill their glasses.

“okay…here we go,” robin whispers and walks to the door. she pulls it open, stepping in the doorway to greet the kid, well adult, on the other side. “dustin!”

“robin!” dustin answers her cheer, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug that’s got her feet off the ground.

“oh my god, i’ve missed you so much. when did you grow?!” robin laughs once he puts her down and they pull back to look each other in the eye.

“everyone keeps asking me that! i’ve missed you too,” he smiles and she can still see the kid he used to be. “also, what on earth is that smell because if i don’t get to consume whatever that is immediately, things may get violent.”

“that, me dear nerd, would be ms evangeline’s cooking awaiting us inside,” she smiles proudly, tilting her chin back as she prepares herself. she steps out of the way to let him in.

“dude, you didn’t tell me she can cook too! and you mean you haven’t proposed to her-“ dustin freezes as he’s about halfway through the entryway, the table in view. evie stands up straight, her cheeks tinging pink as her nerves spiked.

“dustin…” evie says softly, her voice wavering just slightly. she watches as he looks her all over. from her long, loosely curled hair, to the sparkly earrings and her makeup, pausing briefly on her figure, before going back to her face. “hey.”

“oh my god…” dustin breathes out and he’s moving in an instant. he rushes forward and his arms are tight around her waist, squeezing hard. “oh my god! oh my god, you’re alive.”

“i’m alive. i’m here,” she sniffles, one arm going around his neck, the other ruffling his hair. she doesn’t bother to fight her own tears this time when she feels and hears dustin crying in her shoulder.

“i can’t believe you’re you. holy shit,” he cries out years of waiting, years of wondering, years of confusion and betrayal. he’s so…relieved. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too, kid. fuck, i missed you.” they hold on for a few more minutes, not a word shared before dustin decides to pull back. his face is red and tear stained but he has a smile evie hasn’t seen since eddie woke up in the hospital.

“you look so good! ohohoh this is amazing!” dustin gushes, giggling excitedly. robin’s leaning against the counter with a huge smile and tears of her own she’s not so subtly trying to wipe away.

“really? you’re…okay with this?” evie asks, every ounce of insecurity dripping into her voice as she looks down at herself.

“are you kidding me? dude, i love you. every form of you. i thought you died! oh shit, should i not call you dude?” dustin pauses, eyes wide and a hand coming to cover his mouth.

“what? oh, no! dude’s fine,” she clarifies, a bit awkward.

robin snorts and walks closer, taking her own turn in ruffling dustin’s hair. “trust, she’ll let you know when somethings not.”

“so…does this mean i can stay here instead of the hotel?” dustin glances between them with his best puppy eyes.

robin and evie look over at each other, a quick silent conversation. “well i guess you can,” evie says dramatically and drops into her seat at the table.

she hides her smile behind her wine glass at dustin’s whoop of excitement.

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amusingmusie · 13 days

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I know it's not going to happen but what do you think a child between Nel & Alastor would be like? Personality wise or appearance

History Repeats Itself

This is goddamn ridiculous.

Heels click against shiny vinyl flooring as Nel tears off down the hallway, speeding past flyers promoting honors ceremonies and painted murals of happy children. Pushing open door after door and stomping hard enough to make her knees shake, she does nothing to hide her rage over such a bullshit situation. Her fingers twitch with the need for a goddamned cigarette, but she doesn’t trust herself to not light this private school aflame with it. Oh no, she’s not chancing that, not when she’d ruin the career she fought to earn and the schooling she pays out the ass for in one fell swoop.

Her warpath only halts when she reaches a thick wooden door simply labeled as Dean’s Office. It’s becoming increasingly familiar as of late. With a barely contained growl, she knocks the door open, steps into the room, and prepares for battle.

“She is evil!”

“That’s a strong word. I prefer the term strong-willed instead.”

“Shut it! You’re a malignant tumor on this school!!!”

“Wow, that was a good one. You’re improving your vocabulary, congratulations!”

“DEVIL!”

“You know, anything you say can be held against you in court, I’d mind your words if I were you.”

“WE ARE NOT IN COURT!!!!!”

Nel watches a teenage girl hiss and spit pure venom with all the rage of a feral creature. Her dark eyes are blazing with unfiltered fury, something Nel herself recognizes all too well. There’s no need to ask what has her raging- oh no, Nel is aware of the issue, she sure fucking knows exactly who is responsible for this mess.

Turning on her heels, Nel stares down the little shit sitting primly in a chair by the flabbergasted dean. Not a curly hair is out of her place on her head, with each chocolate strand pinned neatly back with a stylish bow. Quickly, she gives a small pat to her immaculate bumper bang like she’s brushing away some invisible dust that could possibly disrupt her picture-perfect image.

She’s a doll with smooth caramel skin and large hazel eyes.

She’s adorable with pearly white teeth and freckles dotted across her cheeks.

She’s precious with her long, poofy skirt and long, poofy hair.

She’s perfect.

Except, her mother knows better. Oh, does she ever know better.

“Sweet Christ,” Nel sighs with something that isn’t quite disappointment, but certainly isn’t glee. Nobody has breathed a word of what events called her down to the private school, again, but she’s certain that her spawn is somehow responsible because she is always responsible when chaos occurs. “Evie. What in the hell is going on here?”

“Momma, there you are!” Bouncing out of her seat, Evie skips over to her mother without a care in the world. She doesn’t bat an eye at her classmate glaring daggers at her or the dean blinking in exasperation since she’s too busy sidling up to her revered birth-giver. “Listen, this is all a big, silly mix-up. I’m completely innocent-”

“Lies-!”

“It was Roxxy who dumped the paint on her own bag to frame me-”

“NO, I DID NOT-!”

“Because why would I ever do such a terrible thing?” Looking for backup, she moves her gaze to the dean, who simply nods his head in slight agreement. “I would never jeopardize my perfect record with the threat of a conduct mark, and for what? To upset my good friend Roxxane with a ridiculous prank?”

“We are not friends!” the other teen growls, her skin turning an intense shade of crimson from the wrath boiling in her bones.

“You’re right, we’re best friends! Thank you for reminding me,” Evie chirps, her toothy smile growing wider.

Nel swats away unfortunate flashbacks that threaten to overtake the moment.

“Okay, kid, put a pin in it. Just, God, come on, we’re leaving, now. Go.” Once her daughter departs from the room with a final wave to her so-called friend, Nel stares at the dean. “Stop calling me for this bullshit. I pay this school too goddamn much money to run up here each time there’s an issue with these two- next time, deal with it.”

The door slams shut behind her, and she marches on.

Leather pumps and leather oxfords click together in time down the hallway.

“What on God’s green earth possessed you to do that?” Nel scoffs, not pausing her march to freedom for a moment. It hardly matters since her kid already has at least an inch on her, because of course she does, her legs are more than long enough to keep up with the redhead’s shorter stomps. “Dumping paint on someone’s bag? Shit, did you just forget any home training I gave you?”

“Momma!” Evie gasps in offense, her round eyes going wide. “You don’t believe in my innocence?”

“No.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Just like that, the act drops and she shrugs, clicking her shiny saddle shoes on the floor. “But I didn’t do it for fun. Well, maybe I did, but she also deserved it.”

“You cannot continue to terrorize that girl. This is the third time that there’s been an incident in the past five weeks. Every time you get yourself into a mess, I gotta hightail it up here to drag you home, and that’s time I lose with my clients, and that’s money I lose to spend on you. You think it reflects positively on me when I’m unable to run my firm because I’m wrangling my daughter?”

“I know, but-“

“Genevieve Marie Sheridan-“

“You don’t understand!”

“Then enlighten me.”

“She’s terrible!” Uncharacteristic irritation crosses over Evie’s sharp facial features, contorting them into a disgruntled expression eerily similar to the one worn by the ginger walking next to her. “I’m telling you, I have never met someone so absolutely dull and unpleasant in all my life! Sure, I’ve only been alive for fourteen years, but I’ve had a worldly fourteen years!”

“Oh, really now?”

“Momma, forget the details! What I’m trying to explain to you is that she is awful, so I’m attempting to help her become less awful with some harmless fun.”

A familiar feeling creeps along Nel’s skin. It’s a distant feeling, one she hasn’t felt in nearly fifteen years, but it’s one she can never forget, not ever. It’ll haunt her til the day she dies, and long after that too.

Cold realization begins to dawn on her.

“...What makes this girl so bad?”

“What doesn’t?” the teen snips, rolling her eyes. “She always has to argue with me or oppose me, she can never just listen to anything I say! I don’t understand. Everyone else loves me- as they should, I’m amazing.”

“Mhm.”

“But not her! Never her. She’s been against me since we moved here, what, seven years ago? All because everyone adores me due to my benevolent nature and because she’s an envious ball of rage with no friends.”

“Mhm.”

“And I always think of how repulsive she is, especially at the worst times! Did you know that I dreamed of her nasty little face the other night? She’s a true nightmare at this point. I can’t escape her even in my sleep.”

“I bet.”

“So, in conclusion, she is my number one enemy, and I will destroy her.” Evie raises her upturned nose into the air with a slight huff. “In completely legal ways, of course. Such as kindness. And a few ink bombs too.”

There it is.

Pausing at the front of the school, Nel faces the little turd fully, her initial anger fading. Hell, she can never stay mad at the kid for long; that’s her baby, no matter how tall she grows or how ruthless she becomes.

When Evie returns her mother’s softening gaze with a kind one of her own, Nel swallows down an old sadness that’s taken root inside of her. It’s been there for years, always hovering like a ghost in the background, always lingering no matter how long she ignores it. But, its presence isn’t so heavy with her kid here, even if she wears a dead man’s face and speaks in his same chipper tone.

It would be just like Alastor to have a child so eerily like himself. He could never quit the game; he’d always leave some version of himself behind to plague Nel.

Fitting. He always had to have the last laugh.

“You know, I know a thing or two about having an enemy.”

“Oh, like the DA?”

“No, not that son of a bitch, though he’s worthless,” she grumbles. “No, I had someone else I swore to destroy a long time ago.”

“Well, did you?” she asks, and Nel gives her a strained, tired smile.

“Yes and no. That’s a story for another day. For now, all I’ll tell you is that you need to be careful, and that maybe you should spend some time using that big brain to decide what you really think of this nemesis of yours.”

“Well, I hate her. I don't need to think about that.”

Nel rolls her eyes. “No doubt, but hate can sometimes…ah, fuck it, I’ll save it.” With a shake of her head, she waves away her words. “You’ll figure it out, baby. Now come on, we’re getting the hell out of here. Goddamn ridiculous school.”

“Yes ma’am!” Evie skips along happily next to Nel, contagious cheer radiating off of her. “We need to go anyway. I’d like to be at least down the block before the dye bomb I placed in Roxxy’s locker detonates.”

“...The what?”

There’s a distant pop, and then a muffled scream from deep inside of the school building.

Evie blinks innocently, and then Nel sighs.

History always repeats itself.

#I really hope you like Evie because she's existed in my brain for almost as long as I've been writing Yours Truly #I don't feel like this drabble did her true justice either #she is the little shit of all time #also I couldn't resist making her enemy have an “ox” name whoopsie #she's unfortunately very similar to her father #Nel's genetics got bodied #evil lesbian child #don't argue with her you won't win and you'll wake up without a liver

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hannahssimblr · 1 month

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Epilogue (Final Part)

It’s hours later and we’re still talking. The DJ arrives around ten and cracks the speakers up to ear-ringing heights so we exit to the lobby and stand by the window as the snow falls and the lights from the ten foot Christmas tree twinkle on the glass.

“No, no, stop, I can’t take it anymore,” He shrieks in agony as he grabs my arm, “He said that when he was inside you?”

“Yes! I didn’t know what to say back, like, um, thanks pal?”

“‘You’re so Alpha’” He repeats, deadpan, but his shoulders betray him when they start wobbling again, “‘and I’m just a little-”

“Beta boy, yes. Oh Evie, you intimidate me so much, I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl who scared me.”

“I’m going to die because of this story,” He cries, “I refuse to believe that men like this exist, it’s just too much.”

“There was this other lad too,” I begin, “Not as bad, but he got a nosebleed halfway through and it was dripping all over my face for like fifteen minutes before either of us noticed.”

“No!”

“Yeah, God, I feel bad, I think he was on some blood thinning medication or something but like…” We fall about laughing again, laughing and laughing until I think I’ll start gagging. I remember thinking during that experience that there was only one other person in the world who would find it as hilarious as I did, and as we splutter and cackle now at my retelling I remember how it used to be like this all of the time with us. I think about the time we lost through staying out of touch as he wipes his eyes and stumbles to the side a little bit, from laughing or from drinking a little too much, I’m not sure.

“Women are not like that,” he says, “I’m sorry for you, but they’re not, even the crazy LA ones don’t put me in situations like that.” He steadies himself a little by bracing his arm on the wall, so close that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. “I just don’t get it, do you think they get nervous?”

“Nervous around me? I doubt it. Sure what’s there to be nervous of?”

“It’s a lot of pressure, you know, making love to a beautiful woman for the first time. There’s a lot on the line, the chances of humiliation are high, maybe, I don’t know, maybe that guy just blurted the first weird thing that came into his head-” He breaks off because a high pitched laugh has exploded out of him again, “But it’s a flex to say that you’re so hot that you give men nosebleeds.”

“Oh come on, you’re exaggerating.”

“No, for real. Don’t you remember how nervous you made me when we were young? I turned into a total idiot around you.”

“Hardly.”

“It’s true. You were like this stunning princess and I was just some guy.”

I scoff, “Some guy?”

“Yeah, and it’s nice to see that some things never change because you’re still so beautiful and I’m still just a random man off the street.”

“Hmm, c’mon, you’re just schmoozing me,” I say, “Is this the way you all sweet-talk each other in Los Angeles? That’s not going to work. Irish girls are too humble to accept that.”

“Have I made you self-conscious?”

“No, I’m just wondering if you’re actually trying to flirt with me now or if you’re just trying to make me feel better about the fact that I’m thirty and my body is slowly ageing and rotting away.”

“Don’t say that, you look better than ever.”

I narrow my eyes, “I’m so curious about your game.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, how you approach women, how you flirt with them now. What’s your technique? Is it intense flattery?”

He scoffs, “Oh, no, come on, I don’t have a technique, I don’t think about it like that.”

“No?”

“What do you think I am? Some kind of weirdo pick-up artist? No. I… I improvise, it depends on so much, like, where I am, who she is, what I feel like I’m hoping to get from the situation…”

“Okay okay, right. Well what if you were at an event with friends. Say, a wedding…”

He smirks at me.

“…and you see a woman standing on her own by the bar, and you know, she’s pretty mysterious in quite a sexy way, and you’re looking at her and thinking, hmm, yeah, maybe I’d like a piece of that-”

“You think that’s my inner monologue?” He interrupts, “That I think like that?”

“No, shh- shut up for a second, in this scenario you do. And you’re going to go over and talk to her, and you see the perfect opportunity to do it, and the lights from the dancefloor are shining in her hair, and oh, she looks so lonely over there, someone should go and keep her company…’

“I’d say hi, you’re very pretty, can I kiss you please?”

“Really?”

“Yeah t-”

He doesn’t finish because I have grabbed him by the lapels and pressed my lips against his. Maybe it’s for the joke, or because I’m slightly drunk, or maybe it’s to see if it still feels the way that it used to, I don’t know. I don’t really think about it, it’s just happening.

“Oh look, it worked!” I say as we pull away, and I don’t really have a chance to try and read his face to see what he thinks about it because he takes a step towards me and kisses me again, though differently to how I kissed him, gentler, slower, with my head cradled in his hands, which is inconvenient because he makes my insides start flip flopping around. I draw back laughing, “What are you at?”

“We’re kissing now,” he confirms, then frowns, “I think. Aren’t we kissing? Or is this a hallucination?”

“Jude…”

“Don’t you want us to be kissing?”

“Well it’s not that, it’s-”

“Ah, you think it’s dangerous to be kissing.”

“If you keep saying ‘kissing’ it’s going to lose all meaning.”

“What did we call it when we were teenagers? Shiftin’ right? Will you shift me, Evie?”

“Oh my God,” I hold my hand up to his face, “it is illegal for you to put on an accent and say that. I hate that you can still do that.”

“My Irish voice?” he says in his Irish voice.

“Please get that away from me!”

“Sorry about that,” he settles back into his American drawl, and I jerk with surprise as I feel the tips of his fingers graze my waist, “Also, I’m sorry that I kissed you, I thought we were, you know, doing that now.”

“It was a joke… And maybe just a little bit so that I could see if it still felt the same as it used to.”

His eyes tour my face, “Did it?”

“Did it for you?”

The corners of his mouth tick up, “I don’t know, it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed you, and honestly I didn’t get a decent sample, mind if I try it again?”

“Aha! I’ve figured out your game,” I declare, “You put on that silly act you’ve always put on, don’t you?”

He hooks his finger into the strap of my dress before it drops off my shoulder, “Hm? What act is that?”

“Your favourite one. ‘Oh, little old me? I’m so innocent, why I’ve never even held hands before, and I certainly haven’t fucked half of Dublin city. I don’t even know what sex is.’”

He gasps with delight and stares right into my face, “You’re still obsessed!” He cries, “and you haven’t stopped wondering about me!”

“About what, exactly?”

“My body count! After all these years it still tortures you. You’re so shallow…”

“Oh please, I couldn’t care less.”

“Evie,” He says mock-scoldingly, really drawing out the syllables, “I can’t believe it. I told you back then that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t have to tell you if I didn’t want to, but you’ve never let it go to this day. Wow. Wow.”

“I don’t even want to know,” I sniff, “It’s meaningless information to me now.”

“Well since you don’t care and it has no power over you anymore, maybe you finally ought to know…” He glances quickly around the empty lobby before his eyes slide back to mine and he whispers, “that you were the seventh.”

“The seventh?”

“Is that a good-surprise or bad-surprise?”

“Well I thought it’d be so many more.”

He shrugs, “No, I mean there was the first girl in the playground, then a girl who worked in the tennis club at the beach, a girl from my maths class at school, Michelle, someone from my university, Astrid, and then you-” He pauses, “Wait, there was another one. You were eighth. Seventh and a half.”

“And a half? Who did you forget? A centaur?”

He shakes his head, “There was an awkward foursome situation in Berlin once. It’s a long story, really stupid. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Well I’ve never been more curious.”

“I’m a source of a lot of interesting info.”

“Like your current body count?” I tease.

“Oh, now I’m ran-through.”

“Tell me more about your life.”

“We just don’t have the time tonight.”

“What, not now?” I protest, “Not in this perfectly perfect situation when we’re both a little drunk and potentially snowed in for days, when there’s nothing to do but talk to each other?”

“No, see you’ve changed the subject, you’ve got me messed up. I…” He laughs tipsily and sways a little bit closer to me, through accident or otherwise I’m not sure, “…I was thinking about how much I might like to kiss you for a little longer this time, just to see if you still give me that same crazy feeling that I used to get with you, and you distracted me.”

I act like it’s a burden to me and slump back against the wall, “Fine, go ahead.”

“Oh jeez, no need to beg me, you know it’s off putting to be so eager?”

“Please?”

He comes in close and pecks my lips gently and even that makes my knees start to wobble. “No, come on, give me a proper kiss, that’s the only way we’ll know.”

“Still so demanding,” He tilts my chin towards him and angles his mouth over mine while his hands skim up my back and hold my body flush to his. As he strokes his lips over mine I can’t help but curse inwardly because of course this is happening to me, of course it feels like everything I’ve been searching for in the years between then and now, everything I couldn’t find in other people. These are the kinds of kisses that ruined me for other men for years to follow, and he’s ruining me now.

He glides his tongue along my lower lip and builds this kiss to the kind of intensity that shouldn’t be displayed in a public lobby, but he doesn’t care so neither do I. He kisses me until I’m soft and formless in his arms, until I forget the years in between then and now, and then he finally slows it, brushing his lips against mine and then gently drawing away and I find myself following his mouth in search of more, “The same?” He murmurs with his forehead against mine, “Or terrible?”

His hand cradles the back of my head as I sigh and bury my face in his shoulder, “What are we going to do, Jude?”

“You’re going to have to try not to be awkward about it because we might be snowed in for several days.” He says, “If you’ve decided I’m crusty and repulsive, you’re going to have to hide it from me to spare my ego. Either that or I’ll camp out in my room out of humiliation and get my sister to bring my meals to me until I can get the earliest flight to LAX.”

I pause, “so you’re sharing with your sister?”

“Yeah we booked late, so a twin room was all they had left. And she snores like hell.”

“Well that’s a pity because I booked months ago, and got a huge room all to myself. A four poster bed and a big gorgeous bath.”

“Are you bringing that up to make me jealous or is that an invitation?”

I scoff, “an invitation to what, exactly?”

“Come up and fuck you in the bath or something, I don’t know. Why would you bring the bath into it?”

“That’d be fairly shameless of me, wouldn’t it, if that’s what I was alluding to.”

“Is that the kind of woman you’ve become? The kind that invites strange men into her bath?”

“God no, I’d never directly ask that, that’d be very slutty.”

He brushes his fingers gently along the side of my neck, which is unfair because he knows how much I like that, and as I feel that touch all the way down to my toes he gives me a sly little smile and draws back to look at me, “I don’t know, you’ve really talked up this bath and you’ve got me curious. Will you show it to me?”

“You’ve always been so cheeky, did you know that? You ask audacious things of people.”

“Me? Never. That’s just not me, you must be thinking of somebody else. Of one of your other ex-boyfriends.” He grins and saunters casually toward the stairs, glancing over his shoulder at me as he goes, “I actually just remembered that I spilled something on my suit.”

“Did you.”

“Mm, I’m a total mess, I might be drunker than I look. I think I better go and take it off.”

“Doesn’t suit you anyway. You were always better in shorts.”

He pauses for a moment and regards me with one raised eyebrow, a question, and I don’t care that I’m predictable to him, that he already knows I will push myself away from the wall and catch up to him, “Actually you have the right idea, my dress is uncomfortable. I want to change out of it, only I’m not sure I can manage the zip on my own.”

“Oh, I can help you with that,” he says, “Or at least I can try, you know, but fair warning I haven’t ever undressed a woman before.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I smile, as I wind my fingers through his.

THE END

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#lucky girl part 3 #it's over!!!#i mean it's been over on WP fro about 3 months but it's nice to have caught up here finally #and on my 30th birthday!#crazy timing tbh #thank you all again for reading along #this project really was so amazing and so special to me #tw: sex mention

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desmond69miles · 3 months

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I am having such bad writers block but so many ideas it's physically affecting me?!? Even writing this made me ball my fists in frustration like that one arthur meme. AO3 is down and I have nothing better to do oh my god I'm going to KILL YMSELGFDKO

"Okay Lynn I understand you have writers block why don't you take a break?" SHUT HSIAFHSDOFJISDFNJKISDNJFS SHUP SHUT UP I have MANY ideas and have to put them out there so either another assassin's creed fanfic writer can borrow my ideas or I'll come back and write them later. So, please enjoy my wild rampage about assassin's creed characters.

(Also I HEAVILY doubt that someone will see these and be like "huh, I'm going to write something based on this." IF YOU DO DECIDE TO DO THAT, TAG ME!!! I want to see your work.)

Either Jacob or Evie falling in love with a templar reader, but the templar reader in question is none other than Starrick's only child and heir (A bit like Elise and Arno, to be honest). My mind has been stuck on this for so long it is actually driving me insane. I think Jacob would be more the type to have a forbidden love with a very important Templar, and bonus brownie points if the relationship is very angsty and full of conflict with Starrick and Jacob. Wait wait wait wait wait -- Jacob and Evie kill Starrick, we know this, but what if reader actually liked their father? What if after Starrick dies, reader hates Jacob????

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor) I feel would be a sweet lover. Like the type to bring you small trinkets from the places he visits and the type to teach you how to use a bow for hunting. I think it'd be fun to see a fic where Connor takes reader hunting for the first time (which is more just a tag-along visit) and either A) Reader doesn't have it in them to watch Connor skin/prepare the animal or B) Reader is fascinated with the skill of preparing an animal for consumption/skinning one and Connor is teaching them all the little tips and tricks to it.

I like the few fics I've seen where reader is Shay Cormac's child and either falls in love with Arno or doesn't agree with the templar ways, but what if somehow Shay's child is raised by the Templars and later reunites with their dad through Haytham, Gist, etc? A gold star if his child is absolutely chaotic and reeking havoc while Haytham and Shay try to fix the large messes made. (Shaytham agenda arise)

I NEED my girl Elise to be written for more. NEED. It'd be cute to see reader who's Elise's ladies maid and is absolutely crushing on the beautiful redhead, but readers a bit hesitant due to Arno and, of course, the air around same-sex couples back then. Come some holiday and Elise takes notice of readers crush on her, and just like casual comfort??

I had a dream a few nights ago where I looked like Rose from Titanic and was Jacob's wife (we were both older and had a son) and I came back from France and the nursemaid despised me because she was jealous of me and Jacob's marriage. I'm not sure how this could be written out but hey, if you want the nursemaid to destroy a marriage, go ahead.

Shit that's all I got in me I've been done for Bye bye It's time to go back into my cave

#jacob frye x reader #evie frye x reader #connor kenway x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #assassins creed x reader

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year

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a/n: another little focus on dad drei! no worries, we’re moving on to some smut and the early years of the relationship with the next few fics lol. hahah i literally did not think this would be done today but work was quiet so i got to write and post and be the superstitious bitch that i am. so here we go, posting right before i watch the isles/caps game (on tv this time). i love love love the headcanon prompts and i will 100% be getting to all of them at some point, so be on the lookout 🥰

word count: 2.3k

tw: nothing really, a little innuendo

summary: andrei took care of all four kids while you were out and you come home to delightful chaos

“Hey, Nykki, I’m at the door, I have to go,” you wedge your phone in between your shoulder and cheek and juggle your bags. “I hope D’s awake because my boobs are ready to explode.”

Your friend laughs on the other end of the line, “oh my god, better get inside then. I’ll talk to you later about coordinating the kids for game day this week.”

“Perfect! I know I said I wasn’t going to, but I’ll probably bring D along, like it’s just easier to strap him to my chest and go,” you shrug as you push the front door open. “Fourth kid problems, just have to come along everywhere. Thank god he sleeps anywhere.”

Nykki wishes her own youngest would sleep anywhere and says good-bye, promising to text later about the plans. You slide your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and step inside the house, immediately hit with the soundtrack to The Little Mermaid. The movie is blaring, echoing around the house. You set your bags on the floor and kick off your sneakers and pad into the den, the source of the movie’s noise.

The movie’s playing on the big screen TV, Ariel singing about wanting to be where the people are, and your husband and kids are sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. You giggle, muffling the noise behind your hand, when you get a good look at Andrei and the kids. The girls are in full princess regalia - Evie as Sleeping Beauty, Alina as Belle, and Kira as Rapunzel - the costume dresses swishing around as they move. Andrei has two pairs of fairy wings strapped to his back, the elastic armholes stretched to their limits. Dimitri is in his arms, draped face down over one of Andrei’s forearms, his little cheek squished to the side against the crook of Andrei’s elbow. You can see that the three-month-old is awake, watching his crazy big sisters dance around.

“Looks like I missed quite the party,” you tease, drawing four pairs of eyes to you. Andrei grins and you can’t stop the laughter that escapes when you see the smears of kid make-up all over his face. There are butterfly clips in his hair, holding back the overgrown strands in a haphazard style.

“Mommy!” Three little voices combine into one as they rush you, hugging at your legs.

“Hi, my little loves,” you lift Kira onto your hip and kiss the two older girls on top of their heads. “Did you have fun with Daddy?”

“Daddy’s pretty,” Kira chips, smiling widely. Andrei laughs, adjusting Dimitri in his arms.

You smile a crinkle-eyed smile at Kira and agree, “Daddy’s really pretty.”

Evie pipes up, “he came to the salon today and got the works!” You smother a laugh because where did she even hear that?

“He needs to look pretty because he’s got a date tonight,” Alina chimes in and you lift an eyebrow at your husband and kids.

“Oh, a big date, huh?” You tease. “She must be someone special, for you to go to the salon for the works.”

Andrei nods, the glittery eyeshadow smeared across the top half of his face catching the light, “the most special. She’s the love of my life.”

Your stomach flutters with butterflies, still affected by this man after all these years. Just when you think you can’t love him more, you come home to this sight, Andrei with your babies surrounding him and being the best dad in the world. Tears well up in your eyes and you wonder if the postpartum hormones are still wreaking havoc. You wipe at your eyes with the side of your index finger and grin. “Well,” you pause, still emotional, “I think she’s just going to love what your stylists have done.”

“Mommy,” Evie whispers, looking at you like she feels bad that you’re so dumb, “Daddy’s date is you!”

“Oh!” You fake gasp, making Kira giggle. “Really? You guys got Daddy all fancied up for me?”

Alina cracks up, dancing around the couch cushions that have somehow ended up on the floor. “Daddy says that he’s takin’ you to dinner tonight and me an’ Evie said we needed to make him pretty ‘cause you get pretty before dinner. I did his yipstick!”

You love the way she mispronounces words and have basically forbidden anyone from correcting her. “I love his yipstick,” you tell her seriously. The hot pink smudged all around his lips is probably going to stain his face and beard, but he puckers his lips at you, making kissing noises.

“Tell Mommy that she should kiss me,” Andrei says. “I’ll share the yipstick with her.”

Alina’s mispronunciation in his accent makes you laugh and the girls tug at your hands, chanting “kiss Daddy! Kiss Daddy!” Unable to resist your kids and the prospect of an Andrei kiss, you lean down, holding Kira with one arm and cupping Andrei’s cheek with the other hand so you can kiss him chastely. One of his hands reaches out to curl around your thigh, squeezing gently. He laughs when you pull back, “hot pink is your color.”

“Mommy’s pretty now!” Kira giggles, patting your cheek. You press a smacking kiss to her cheek, blowing a little raspberry and she shrieks with laughter. There’s a hot pink smudge on her cheek now too.

Andrei looks between you and Kira and his eyes twinkle with mischief. “I think that Ev and Alya need some yipstick too,” he says and reaches out with his free hand to pull Evie in close. He kisses her cheeks and forehead, making her laugh, and getting kiss marks on her skin.

You do the same to Alina, who struggles and fights like she’s fighting for her life. Her laughter is the only sign that she’s enjoying the kiss attack. “No, Mommy! No more kisses!” She wiggles away from you, grinning her little gap-toothed smile. You love that little smile.

Dimitri babbles in Andrei’s arms and you feel bad because you had almost forgotten about him while you were teasing Andrei - that seems to be a negative of being the fourth kid. But now that he’s made his presence known, your overly-full boobs ache a little and you remember exactly what you needed to do when you came inside, before you were distracted by Andrei’s makeover. You settle Kira on the couch and she immediately slides off to run after her big sisters where they’re performing a little show in front of the TV, giving you and Andrei a minute to breathe.

“Give me my baby,” you say. Andrei hands him over and gets to his feet, shaking out the arm that Dimitri had been resting on. He struggles to get his arms out of the fairy wings, getting tangled in the two pairs for a second before finally freeing himself. He folds them carefully and sets the costume pieces on the couch. You cuddle the baby close and shift him to one arm so you can pull down the neck of your shoulder and pop one boob out of the top of your bra. Once Dimitri is comfortably latched, you head for the kitchen, needing just a little privacy because the girls are way too honest with what they see around the house. You’re not really looking for a commentary on your pancake boobs right now.

“Feeling a little more steady?” Andrei asks quietly, kissing the top of your head when you sit down on one of the counter stools. He moves around the kitchen easily, making you a turkey and cheese sandwich as you talk.

“Mhm,” you hum, watching him move. After an overwhelming few days with Andrei on the road, he’d noticed that you were short-tempered this morning and ushered you out the door, reassuring you that he would handle the kids for a few hours while you did whatever you wanted. “I needed to get out of the house without eight little hands attached to me.” You chuckle a little, but the sensation of being touched out is definitely a real thing.

“Good,” he says, licking the mustard off the butter knife when he’s done with it. You hate that habit of his - one day he’s going to slice his tongue off and then where will you both be? “You look calmer.”

You shrug a bit. “Looks like you had everything handled,” you say and it’s not even a tease, because the house has definitely looked worse when it’s just you and the kids.

Andrei sets the sandwich in front of you and you take a huge bite, starving. “I ran them around outside for a bit,” he says. “The play set got a lot of use and Alina tried to swing herself to the moon. Dimka was getting cranky out in the cold though, so we came inside, had some lunch. The girls wanted to watch a movie and Evie wanted me to paint her nails. Which turned into this,” he grins, gesturing vaguely at his face and hair with one hand.

“I really like that,” you reply, waving your free hand in front of his face in the same vague gesture. “And what’s that I heard about taking Mommy on a date, Mister Svechnikov?”

His eyes twinkle dangerously and he leans forward, palms flat on the counter, veins in his forearms bulging. The glittery makeup and hair clips really should ruin the image, but only add to his appeal. “Daddy,” his voice deepens and grows raspy, “wants to take care of Mommy and show her how much he appreciates everything she does for the family.”

Your thighs clench together instinctively, a rush of warmth filling your body. Your cheeks heat up and you chew on your lower lip. “I like the sound of that,” you whisper, casting a glance over your shoulder at the girls. They’re totally absorbed in the movie, little mouths hanging open and eyes wide and focused.

Andrei smirks at you, cradling your jaw in one hand and titling your chin up so he can lean down and kiss you. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and your mouth falls open for him. His thumb and index finger tighten around your chin gently and you squirm in your seat, letting out a soft gasp. Dimitri stabs at your chest with those sharp baby fingernails and you yelp, pulling back. “Ow,” you grumble, squinting down at the baby. It’s not like he was getting squished in between the two of you.

“Spoilsport,” Andrei jokes, brushing the tip of his finger over the slope of the baby’s nose. Dimitri wrinkles his nose and his mouth falls off your breast with a little pop. “Whoops,” Andrei winces and you quickly shuffle around, switching him to the other boob before he can start to cry.

“Crisis averted,” you sigh at the relief of the baby eating. Your breasts already feel less achy. “So, where are we going on this date?”

Andrei helps you get your other breast back in your bra, taking an extra few seconds to fondle you, your sensitive nipples reacting to the touch of his fingers. “I thought the new Greek place downtown,” he says.

“That sounds like a fantastic plan,” you grin, already thinking of how delicious the food is going to be. A thought occurs to you. “Who’s watching the kids?”

“Marty and Nykki,” Andrei replies, a smug smile frown on your face when he sees the implication dawn on your face.

“You had this planned? Nykki didn’t say anything when I was talking to her earlier!” You laugh at the surprise. “They’re going to watch our four and their two?”

Andrei nods. “I asked them two days ago and they’re happy to chip in. Half the kids should be asleep by the time they get here anyway,” he leans in to kiss you sweetly. “I told you, solnyshka, I want to show you how much I appreciate the sacrifice you make during the season. A little planning ahead is nothing.”

“Drei,” your voice catches on emotion, “you’re the best husband. Honestly, what did I do to deserve you?”

“You’re just you,” he replies simply. “My best friend, love of my life, mother to the best kids in the world.”

“Stop it,” you cry, waving a hand at him. “I just stopped feeling like I’m going to cry at everything. Don’t be so sweet to me.”

He laughs and grabs your hand out of the air, squeezing your hand gently before kissing the tips of your fingers. “Would it help if I said I wanted to get you pregnant again soon?” His smile is cheeky and you know he’s not entirely joking.

You scoff, wiping at the last of your tears. “Yes, that does help, you lunatic neanderthal,” you deadpan.

“I’m not kidding,” he says. “I think the boys are outnumbered here, Dimka needs a brother.” He traces the tip of his index finger over the lines on your palm.

It is something you’ve wondered about, but not really discussed, whether Andrei would want to give your son a little brother. It’s not an entirely terrible thought. The Svechnikov Brothers, 2.0. Splitting time watching hockey in two different cities in another eighteen years. Following in Dad and Uncle Geno’s footsteps.

You shake your head. Nope, that has to be the baby hormones talking.

“Let’s see just how good dinner is and then we’ll talk,” you say faintly. Dimitri grumbles in your arms, done eating and ready to be burped. Andrei takes him while you fix yourself up and he knows exactly what he’s doing - displaying extreme paternal expertise and looking downright edible with the tiny baby in his arms. Damn him.

“Mommy! Alina said a bad word!”

“I did not! All I said was stupid head! That’s not a bad word! Evie’s a bad word!”

You look at Andrei with a raised eyebrow. “You want to add a fifth kid to this?”

“Why not?” He grins back, showing off his stupid dimple. “We make cute kids.”

“Alina,” you call back, shaking your head at Andrei and trying to tamp down a smile, “stupid head is not a nice word and it’s especially not nice to call your sisters stupid.”

#andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov x you #andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov imagine

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NEYMAR JR

posted : 11/04/2023 (European date)

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requests open !

english and portuguese are not my first languages, I apologize for the mistakes.

•

"You're so annoying! Stop acting like you're my mom or something!" your boyfriend, Daniel, yelled at you as you tried to not cry

"Daniel I'm just trying to help-" you started but he cut you off by pushing you to the side while he went upstairs with you following him

"Stop telling me what I can or can't do!" he said clearly annoyed as he took his clothes off and entered the bathroom

You loudly sighed, it wasn't the first time that you and Daniel had an argument, actually it was very frequent.

Most of times, he tried to push you out of his life when you just wanted to be there for him and honestly you had enough.

You don't know how but you found yourself staring at his phone who was tossed on the bed.

Hearing the sound of the shower, you grabbed it and unlocked it before clicking the green icon who had "97" on top of it.

Oh what a bad idea.

Not only you found a "Evie ❤️" pinned but you also saw that he named you "Y/n (cousin)"

You heart was racing in your chest, you couldn't believe it.

Maybe it was a mistake?

You decided to click on the conversation with Evie and you almost fainted when you saw pictures of a blonde girl who clearly showed her most private body parts.

And that broke you more was that every time, he complimented her, saying how beautiful and gorgeous she was and that he could fuck her right now.

"Mother fucker" you whispered to yourself

Your sadness was now slowly turning into anger as you felt betrayed.

And at the same time, your boyfriend came out of the shower but froze when he saw you holding his phone, clearly recognizing the pictures the blonde sent him earlier.

"Y/n I can explain." was all he managed to say as he slowly approached you

"Shut the fuck up, literally don't talk because I'll punch your face right now if you do" you threw him his phone which landed on his face before quickly standing up and taking your stuff, tossing it into a small bag you had

"Baby please let me explain its not how it looks like!" he tried to follow you but you didn't even turn around once

"Oh my God Y/n will you fucking listen to me for once?" he grabbed your wrist but you immediately shoved him

"Don't touch me, never speak to me again!" you said as you put on your shoes while he just stood there

"You won't last without me! Just wait and you'll come back begging to take you back" he cockily said

"Spit on my face if I ever go back to you, you humiliated me, I hope you're proud of yourself!" you yelled before opening the door and slamming it after you left

Not a single tear dropped but the second you hoped in your car, all the anger became sadness again.

You drove in silence, the only sound was when you sniffed as your eyes became red.

"Hey siri call Ney" you hardly said as the phone started ringing, waiting for your bestfriend to pick up

"olà a si!" a joyful voice said

"hi can I come over?" there was a silence, probably because he realized that you weren't in a joking mood

"who's ass do I have to kick?" he asked in a serious tone which made you chuckle

"I'll tell you everything if you let me come over" you said back as you drove to his house

"You're always welcome linda" you smiled at your friend's kindness

"Thank you for everything"

"Não há necessidade de me agradecer, I always got your back"

•

"And then I left and I felt so dumb for actually trusting him" you said between hiccups as he watched you with a strange stare

"Don't look at me like that!" you pushed him which made him shake his head and go back to his soft smile that you absolutely loved

"I'm not judging you, I was just thinking of several plans to kill esse filho da puta without getting in trouble" he said while playing with a strand of your hair like he didn't just say the most suspect thing.

"Ney não se pode matá-lo you'll go to jail" you sniffed and laughed and the same time

"No but really don't cry for that idiota I swear he doesn't deserve your tears nor you at all" he softly said while wiping your tears away

"I don't deserve a friend like you"

His heart tightened at the word you used. "friend" he knew it but it still hurts him to see the person he loved for so long not returning his feelings.

But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't force you to love him so he just watched you give your love to some stupid boys who can't even count past 10.

"Come on a minha bela go take a hot bath while I order some food" his smile -which faded away at his thoughts- instantly came back to light up his face

"Obrigado, obrigado, obrigado" you whimpered against the skin of his neck as your arms gently wrapped around his torso

He returned the hug before you got up to the bathroom where you found some sweatpants with a tee-shirt, he really cared about you huh?

The rest of the evening was great, Ney made you forget about what happened earlier and your tears of sadness slowly turned into tears of laughter.

You were actually laughing about him since he just lost at fifa and that's when it hit you.

You didn't see him as a friend anymore, your gaze was soft when you looked at him, you found yourself daydreaming about him and every word that came out of his mouth sounded like music to your ears.

You slowly stopped laughing and looked down which made him worry.

"Is everything okay there?" he asked as he knocked your head in a playful way

"Ney, eu acho que estou apaixonado por você" you said not looking up once

"Is that a joke? No Y/n you're not, you're just heartbroken and want some love and attention" he said while shaking his head

"I'm not! You don't understand, all these years, all these boys, I only was trying to convince myself that I'm not in love with my bestfriend because I care so much about our friendship and it would hurt me to actually break-" you couldn't finish your sentence because you felt something soft and warm against your lips

"oh my God my crush is kissing me!" was all you could think about at first but you slowly closed your eyes, enjoying the moment

•

It has now been 3 months since the break up and Neymar and you becoming a couple.

It didn't shock anyone to be fair, they all knew it.

You were currently in a club, celebrating your boyfriend's birthday when you felt the urge to use the restroom.

"Ay I'll be right back quarido, I gotta use the restroom" you said while getting up

"Ok be safe" he told you as you quickly left

You finished your business, washed your hands and was about to go back to the table when you felt someone grab your wrist

"Y/n I'm so happy to see you!" you recognized, unfortunately, the annoying voice of Daniel who was standing in front of you, all smiley

"I don't have your time Daniel" you tried to go but he didn't let go off you

"You know Y/n you look really nice, I wish things didn't end like that, I wish they didn't end at all" he said while looking deep into your eyes

"I don't care, let me go!" you tried to push him but he was too strong

"Let's go to my place, I have some nice things to show you" he said while forcing you to follow him

"Stop! Help!" you tried to yell but the music was now too loud and people were too bush dancing to notice you

"She just asked to let her go amigo" you heard someone yell behind you and you sighed in relief when you saw your boyfriend's perfect face who didn't show his pretty smile that you loved so much

Oh no, instead it was a dead serious face and you would swear that if a single stare could kill somebody, Daniel would be a dead man now.

"That's none of your business, she's my girlfriend." Daniel said with a death stare while you just watched the scene happen

"Funny, because I could swear that she was yelling my name not an hour ago" he cockily said with a smirk

Daniel let your wrist go and you immediately went next to your boyfriend who just put his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him

"I always knew you were such a slut Y/n, I don't even regret what I did" he said while looking at you with disgust

"Alright cale sua boca agora" the brazilian calmly said before giving him the most heart twitching, toes curling, head twisting punch you ever saw

He grabbed his bloody nose and quickly left almost running which made you burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, eu te amo Ney" you said still laughing which made him join you

"Eu também te amo, now let's go back to celebrating my day" he happily said before grabbing your chin and deeply kissing you

You felt yourself smiling against his lips as you thought that you had the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

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st4rr-girrl · 1 year

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If it’s totally okay with you, do you think you could do a fic with Patrick Hockstetter that he like meets a girl just as unhinged as him, like she’s always lighting fires and just down bad crazy, laughing like a maniac, and he falls for her, believing she’s a god too. Only if you would like, you’re writing truly is something else<3<3 it’s beautiful 💗

[of course honey. i love taking requests <33 and thank you sm 🥰💕]

thank you to my dear anonnie 💕

Sorry this took me so long lmfao

warnings: cussing, bullying, mental illness, lighting stuff on fire, underage drinking/drugs, sadism/ masochism.

He first noticed you from afar, smirking as you told off the teacher, or as you pushed the middle schoolers around.

But when he really talked to you, was when he saw you in the forest just beside the road.

The air was crisp, and the sky was dark. The moonlit sky enhanced your features just enough that you could be recognized by any passers by.

Not that there would be, since the forest was heavily abandoned by the townspeople.

He watched as you pulled out a shiny zippo, and lit something on fire. He couldn’t see what it was, but it’s not like he cared or anything. He just stared— as the flames lit up and brightened your previously shaded features.

He smirked, slowly walking up to you in hopes of scaring the fuck out of you.

“Hey there.” He said, smirking, while watching as panic spread across your face like wildfire at the thought of him being and adult— or someone that could get you in trouble.

“You dick!” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I should’ve lit your ass on fire instead.” You rolled your eyes at the handsome stranger.

“I probably would’ve liked it.” He winked, smiling seductively.

“Oh?” You smirked back, “You aren’t the only one.” You turned around and slapped your hands on your thighs, poking your ass out jokingly, before laughing like a maniac and running away from him. (Evie from thirteen vibes)

He shook his head with a smirk, watching your figure get smaller and smaller until it disappeared in a whole.

The next day at school, you caught him staring repeatedly, those green eyes filled with curiosity and fondness directed specifically towards you.

You winked at him just before the bell rung, and he didn’t see you until the next class you two had together.

Each day he saw you, and exchanged those glances and sneaky winks, he started to like you even more.

He started to actually be excited for school at the thought of seeing you again. His heart raced at every glance you two exchanged.

Neither of you made any moves.

Until, Patrick came to class and was met with a note on his desk. “Meet me in the woods at 1:00 am.”

He immediately looked over to you, with hope swirling in his chest.

You immediately smirked at him, and gave him a quick little wink before paying attention to the teacher.

The only thing that was on his minder afterwards was what you two were gonna do in the woods. Set animals on fire? Burn each-other and get matching scars? Get high? Drink vodka?

He was excited. Really excited.

He excused himself from the gang since they were supposed to be hanging out that night. But he has other plans now.

You waited in the woods, impatiently fiddling with a random stick you found on the ground. It was a darker night than expected, giving a creepy vibe as the moon didn’t have its usual bright hue.

You sat with your knees up, and your back against a tree. The wind howled loudly as you waited.

Soon you saw a tall, lanky figure approach you. Your guard was immediately up, thinking of a scenario where it wasn’t the boy you planned on meeting.

But once he was close enough, you could see it was just the boy you wanted to see. Your shoulders dropped in relief.

You smirked, opening your backpack and pulling out a joint and a lighter. “Wanna join me?” You asked the black haired boy.

“Is that even a question?” He said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and lit the joint.

“I never caught your name.” You said curiously, staring intently at the boy as you took a puff of your joint, passing it to him after. You inhaled to plant, holding it there for a few seconds before blowing the remaining smoke out of your lungs.

He mirrored your actions, saying “Patrick.” While smoke blew out of his mouth.

“Y/n.” You smirked back.

This when on for a few weeks. You two would mingle in the woods at night, and your feelings grew each time.

Until you eventually got into a relationship. A chaotic one. You’d push around the middle schoolers with him, light shit on fire with him, and lots of other things that will not be named.

People feared you. They also feared your relationship. Which wasn’t particularly… healthy. He wasn’t in love. He was obsessed with you. That was far from love. But it’s okay, because you felt the same way. Almost to the point of killing other people for even looking at one another.

He believes you and him are the only real people on earth, and that you two are the rulers of the chess game called reality. Everyone else are pawns while you two are the rulers.

And for the first time in your life; you felt as if soulmates were real. You’d never admit this to him, because it was corny. But you felt as if he was made for you. That he was truly the one.

And this was just the beginning of what would be your downfall. But you enjoyed it. You were a masochist. ;)

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Girl dad Steve is just so 😮‍💨😮‍💨😩😩. And the way you write it? 🫠🫠 Perfection, and then just imagine once your guys daughters are old enough to start dating? How overly over protective he’s gonna be? Scaring off every boy their daughters bring home and you have to be all “Steve, stop” and he’s gonna be all “None of them are good enough for my princesses”

~Love Evie

EVIE!!!!!! you are so real for this. no bc peak steve is dilf steve covered in glitter with an american girl doll in one hand, a towel thrown over his shoulder, and a my little pony hairbrush in his pocket. bonus points for every sticker and barette you find on him. when his kids reach that tween age where they start liking boys??? oh my god. you thought the sleepover craze made your house chaotic???? this is so much worse. the second steve hears your oldest start talking about boys on the phone with her friends, it's over. he knows that means your other girls won't be far behind her. he's in the doorway in less than one second.

"Who's Chris??"

"DAD IM ON THE PHONE >:("

he finds you immediately and the second he brings up the fact that your oldest daughter is talking about some boy named chris, he sees your face change. you knew. how could you know that your daughter is talking to boys and not tell him?????

"I met him for two seconds yesterday and he seems perfectly nice. I didn't tell you immediatley because I don't want you to jump to conclusions and bring out your old nail bat."

"Okay, well, when some punk comes sniffing around my girls then yeah, I'm going to bring out the nail bat." he grumbles.

"Come on, Stevie. We were their age once," You tell him, batting his chest playfully, hoping to remind him of his teenage days.

"Yeah, we were their age." he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. "Our frontal lobes weren't developed yet and we both had one thing on our minds. I know how this goes, okay phonecalls lead to kissing between periods, next thing you know you're married with six kids and a nail bat."

you chuckle at him, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he leans into. you pat his chest again.

"how bout this? when she's getting ready for her first date, we'll give her her own nail bat."

He considers.

"I can live with that."

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justagalwhowrites · 11 months

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Lavender No Outbreak AU - Ch. 5

The Miller family grows. The final part of the Lavender No Outbreak AU, continued from Ch. 1-4 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :), Some slurs (anti-LGBTQIA+ - they are immediately rebuked). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 4.3k

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

“Hey Doc?” Jess slid up beside you at the nurses station where you were reviewing charts. “That one kid from Boston is here for the trial? She’s that special case?”

“Oh right,” you said. “God, thank you for reminding me. Swear I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached this week, I’m just all over the map.”

You’d been scrambling for weeks to get everything in place for the first clinical trial the hospital was facilitating since the COVID-19 pandemic. You hadn’t fully realized just how much the pandemic had taken out of you before that, just how much had changed.

It was like you’d been in total crisis mode for a year, all the time. It had damn near fried your brain. You basically lived at the hospital. When you were home, you slept in the garage, where Joel had set up a cot and TV and a loveseat, too afraid of getting him or Evie sick to go in the house. You smiled at your husband and daughter through glass, wanting more than anything to just touch them. The second everyone was vaccinated, Joel held you for hours, clinging to you like a man at sea clings to a life raft.

It was so hard, now, to do anything normal. Your mind kept scattering, trying to find the crisis that needed solving first before it could do anything like planning or building things out. Arranging the trial had been an uphill slog.

“What’s this kid’s name again?” You asked.

“Ellie,” she replied. “She’s a character, I think you’ll like her.”

Jess knocked once on the door to the hospital room and opened it. Inside was a small girl, maybe 12, playing a video game on the TV. Something where she was shooting zombies. You smiled a little. She paused it.

“Hi Ellie,” Jess smiled. “I wanted to introduce you to Dr. Miller, she’s going to be running your trial and the lead doctor on your case.”

“Hi Ellie,” you smiled. She looked you up and down.

“Hi,” she said. “So you’re the one who’s going to go poking around with my blood and junk?”

“Yup,” you popped the p. “We’re going to run some tests, steal as much blood of yours as we can to feed the vampires in the basement, and then hopefully get you so that you’re not coming in and dealing with people like me quite so much. Sound good?”

She considered you seriously.

“You really think you can make a difference?” She asked. “Because going to the hospital all the time is kind of bullshit.”

You laughed a little.

“Yeah, that must get old real quick,” you said. “And it’s probably not fun having to give up your blood and stuff all the time, huh?”

“Yeah, that part really sucks,” she slumped back in her pillows.

You frowned, getting the sense that she wanted to say something else.

“Want to tell me all the stuff that sucks about it?” You asked, coming and sitting on the edge of her bed. “I might be able to help.”

“Can you help find me parents who will deal with taking me to the hospital all the time if this doesn’t work?” She asked. “Because I’m pretty sure having a broken kid is a deal breaker when the people who want to adopt someone start shopping around.”

Your heart broke a little in that moment. Her face was hard, her small chin jutting out defiantly, but she was hurting. You knew she was.

“Well if they wouldn’t take care of you when you’re not feeling well, they’re not the kinds of parents you’d want anyway,” you said.

“How would you know?” She muttered.

“I don’t have parents either,” you shrugged. She looked at you, skeptical. “And not just because I’m old. I never had parents, my dad left before I was born and my mom left two months after she had me. It sucks, I get it.

“But trust me, there are a lot of parents I see in here who are good and a lot who aren’t. And the not good ones? It’s better to have no parents than them,” you said. “So really, you just have built in protection. Immunity from the extra crappy parents.”

She laughed once.

“Maybe I should keep the screwed up blood then,” she said.

“Nah, think we’ll fix that,” you said. “Make sure you’re all set and ready to take it easy once you’re a grown up. Just give all the potential parents a really tough questionnaire. See if you can trip them up. You seem smart, I think you can weed them out with enough practice. OK?”

“OK,” she half smiled at you.

The rest of the day went by and your mind kept drifting back to Ellie. You grabbed Jess on her way down to the cafeteria.

“Hey,” you said quickly. “Ellie, where is she staying while she’s here for the trial?”

“One of the group homes,” she said. “It’s not ideal but it’s the only arrangement we could come up with and the trial would be really good for her…”

You nodded slowly and thanked her before ducking outside and calling Joel.

“Hey Baby,” he answered. You were almost surprised. His contracting business had picked up quite a bit in recent years and he spent most of his days running from job site to job site to manage progress. He couldn’t always answer the phone on the job.

“I know you’re busy so I’ll make it quick,” you said. “How would you feel about becoming foster parents?”

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

You got your third daughter for your 43rd birthday.

Jess had helped speed you and Joel through the process to get approved to take her home, Sarah almost strangely OK with you dismantling her old room to make it something Ellie would like, excited about getting her new sister.

You’d given Ellie your tablet one day during lunch, letting her go on Amazon and pick out bedding and decorations for her room. You’d had to transfer care for her to another doctor - though she still got to stick with the trial - but it was worth it.

She and Joel became such fast friends it almost made your head spin. You introduced the two one day when he came by to meet you for lunch. Ellie was playing her zombie game and he asked if he could join in.

“Don’t want you dragging my stats down,” she said.

“Think I can keep up,” he replied. She looked skeptical but handed him the second controller, anyway. Joel, you were happy to say, did surprisingly well. He even tallied more kills than Ellie did.

“No way,” she said. “We’re trading controllers, mine doesn’t work right.”

“Tellin’ ya,” he said. “Nothin’ to do with the controller and everything to do with how you handle the scenario…”

He traded controllers anyway. He bested her a second time, shrugging with a slight smile.

“You dick!” She laughed. He laughed back.

When you left the room he put his hands in his back pockets and sighed.

“Can’t let her go to a group home,” he said. “Just throw her in the car and bring ‘er home, fuck the rules.”

You kissed him, not sure you’d ever loved him more.

“Oh cool, you didn’t say you had a pool!” She ran to the sliding glass door, pressing her nose against it before looking back at you. “Can you teach me to swim?”

“Sure,” you smiled. “Might be a little cold to now but…”

“Think I can handle it,” she replied.

You showed her around the house, introduced her to Evie, left her to settle into her room and sat next to Joel on the couch.

“Happy birthday, Baby,” he kissed your temple. “Been a good one?”

“Oh cool!” Ellie stuck her head into the hall. “There’s a freaking telescope in here?”

She ran back into her room.

You smiled.

“Pretty damn good.”

***

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

Joel wasn’t exactly thrilled to get a call from Ellie’s school when they’d barely been back a week.

“Mr. Miller,” the woman on the phone said. “I’m afraid we couldn’t reach your wife but Ellie has been fighting at school…”

“On my way,” he replied, yelling instructions to Tommy as he jogged to his truck.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do here. Sarah and Evie had hardly been scrappy girls. Sure, they had some behavioral issues here and there - Evie got into the bad habit of sneaking out of the house her senior year of high school, something that worried both you and Joel to no end.

But neither of them had ever thrown a punch.

At least, as far as he knew.

Ellie, strangely, was more like him than either of his biological daughters. He saw it when she played her video games, the way she got worked up and invested in them. He saw it when she noticed some kind of injustice and stomped off to try to handle it herself, resorting almost immediately to physical solutions instead of trying to talk it out. Joel understood her better than you did.

But even though Ellie was on the scrappy side, he doubted she’d have started hitting someone unless she had a damn good reason. He just needed to figure out what it was.

You pulled into the parking lot behind him, parking alongside his truck.

“Hey Baby,” he pulled you in for a quick kiss. “They said they couldn’t reach you.”

“Yeah, I was closing when they called,” you replied. “I got the message only a few minutes later and just got changed and ran over… There has to be a reason, right? I mean, Ellie is Ellie but she wouldn’t hit someone without a damn good reason.”

He smiled a little at you.

“Told you lately that I fuckin’ love you?” He asked. “Because I fuckin’ love you.”

You led the way into the building, beelining for the administration offices. Joel recognized the look in your eyes. It was the look you got when something had pissed you off and you were going to fix it, come hell or high water.

It was a look that had made you advance at the hospital, knowing exactly when to use your tenacity to go after something you thought needed to change, knowing exactly how to go about it to make it happen. Whether it was making nice with the right people or going scorched earth, you always seemed to find the right way to navigate it.

Joel almost felt sorry for the staff as you walked into the office. He knew your scorched earth look when he saw it.

“Hi,” you said. “We’re the Millers, Ellie Williams’ parents. We were told she was here?”

“Of course,” the woman led the two of you back to a counselor’s office.

Ellie was sitting in the corner, arms crossed, her eye black. She looked pissed, like she was on the verge of tears.

“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel went and dropped to his knee in front of her, taking his face in his hand. “Who hit you?”

“Stupid girl,” she muttered.

“Mr. and Mrs. Miller,” the counselor smiled tightly. “I’m afraid we have a problem here.”

“Yes,” you said, not taking the woman’s outstretched hand. “I’m afraid we do. Is there a reason my daughter clearly hasn’t been to the nurse’s office? She doesn’t have an ice pack for her eye, who knows what other injuries she might have…”

“Well, the girl Ellie hit is in the nurse’s office now,” the woman responded, defensive. “We can send Ellie down after…”

“No need,” you replied. “She’ll be coming home with us until we can establish whether or not your school can provide competent care for our child.”

“Well, your child hit another student,” she said. “In front of several teachers. She threw the first punch. The first several, actually…”

“She started it!” Ellie yelled. You gave her a look and she sat back in her chair, muttering. “Well, she did….”

“Did you talk to this other girl?” You asked the counselor, eyebrows raised. “Or did you just blame my child because she’s newer to the district and in foster care?”

“I can assure you, Ellie’s status had nothing to do…”

“Ellie,” you turned to her. “Why did you hit the other girl?”

She looked at you for a second before looking to Joel, her eyes pleading.

“Come on, Baby Girl,” he said. “You have to tell us what happened or we can’t help you.”

“It… it involves bad words,” she glanced at the counselor.

“You can say them,” Joel said, looking at the counselor too, all but daring her to try to tell him otherwise.

Ellie sighed.

“She called my friend Riley a dyke,” she looked to the floor. “Said she was going to burn in hell…”

“And that’s when you hit her?” You asked, voice calm.

“No,” Ellie looked up. “Then she said that she wanted to kill all the dykes to send them to hell faster. Then I hit her.”

Joel felt his blood get hot. Didn’t matter that it was toward another teenager, Joel wanted someone to hurt. He glanced to you, your jaw squared, and you looked back toward the counselor.

“So you just let children in your school use genocidal language toward other students?” You asked.

“Mrs. Miller…”

“It’s Dr. Miller, actually,” you cut her off. “Since you apparently didn’t bother to look in Ellie’s file and see what her foster mother does for a living, I’ll fill you in. I’m the chief of pediatric surgery for the largest hospital system in Austin which means I know every single social worker in the county. I’ve treated the children of some of the most powerful people in the state because they seek me out. I am more than willing to call in every single favor that I have - which I promise is a lot - and leverage every single cent I own to personally destroy you and everyone in this district who allows such behavior to run unchecked. I will orchestrate a PR nightmare so thorough you won’t recover for years. You will have to beg Ronald McDonald for a job slinging fries by the time I’m done with you, do you understand me?”

The woman glanced at Joel who just shrugged. He wasn’t about to help her. She was lucky she was dealing with you, you were just threatening her livelihood. He was tempted to threaten her life.

“If you want to keep your job,” you said. “You’re going to investigate this incident as thoroughly as possible. You are going to remove that other girl from this school before she hurts anyone else. You are going to institute new training procedures so your faculty and staff know how to handle incidents with LGBTQ students because, apparently, that needs some improvement around here. Think you can handle that?”

“I’ll discuss it with the principal,” her eyes were a little wide. Joel smirked.

“Good,” you replied. “I’ll be in touch to follow up. In the mean time, I’m going to take Ellie home as an excused absence to make sure she receives appropriate medical attention for injuries she received while under your care. I’ll also be reaching out to my attorney to make sure any and all liability in this case is appropriately considered.”

You stood up and Ellie stood up with you. You put your arm around her.

“Come on,” you said. “We’re going home.”

Ellie pressed herself against your side and gave you a quick hug before she climbed in Joel’s car.

“For the record,” Joel said. “Not sure I’ve ever wanted to fuck you more than when you were chewing out that counselor.”

“Good to know I can still turn you on,” you teased before you sighed. “So, Ellie’s friend…”

“Always kinda figured,” he shrugged. “She’ll tell us when she’s ready.”

“Yeah,” you said. “See you at home?”

He kissed you.

“Hopefully more than see you.”

That night at dinner, Ellie only picked at her food, moving it around on her plate.

“We’re not mad at you, Baby Girl,” Joel said, looking at her. “You know that, right?”

She sighed.

“I know.”

“Want to talk about anything?” You asked.

“You called me your daughter,” she said.

Joel looked at you for a moment.

“Well yeah,” Joel shrugged. “That’s how we think of you. We can use another word if you’d rather but…”

“OK but if I’m your daughter why haven’t you tried to adopt me?” She asked, looking between you. “I mean, if you just don’t want to…”

“Oh Baby Girl,” Joel leaned in closer to her. “Do you want us to adopt you? Because we just didn’t want to do anything that you weren’t askin’ for. We’d love nothing more than to adopt you.”

“Really?” She asked.

“Of course!” You smiled. “What, you think we let just any ol’ gremlin come in here? Just the special ones.”

She smiled a little at that.

“Cool.”

You started the paperwork in the morning.

Saturday, October 7, 2023

Joel had been looking for a good reason to take all his girls camping and your birthday seemed to be a good a reason as any.

Sarah came with Brandon and Carson, who was now five. Evie was happy for an excuse to get away from college after a bad breakup with her girlfriend. Ellie was just excited to get to spend more time with her sisters. Even Tommy came with his wife, Maria. Just when they’d started to expect him to never settle down, he met the perfect woman. Unlike Joel, he wasted no time in locking her down, a fact he loved to rub in.

And Joel? He was just happy to have all his favorite people under one roof.

He’d rented a cabin big enough that you and him would have some space - since he fully intended on making you cum until you couldn’t see straight - and grabbed steak and hot dogs and enough junk food to feed a small army.

Sarah still lit her marshmallows on fire for Smores but Joel caught her stealing some of Brandon’s less burned ones when they were all around the campfire one night. He took Carson and Ellie down to the lake and taught them both how to fish while you and Sarah stayed back at the cabin to chat, the two of you still the best of friends decades after he’d first hired you to be her nanny. He made the mistake of letting you pick the hike one day and he paid the price when Evie - who’d always been clumsy - twisted her ankle. Joel had to carry her back to camp, you cursing yourself for not packing more first aid supplies in your hiking bag. Ellie set up her telescope in a clearing and spent hours looking at the stars, far enough from the city lights that she was in awe of them.

“Good birthday?” Joel asked as you climbed into bed beside him the last night there.

“Perfect birthday,” you kissed him.

His hands drifted to your breast and you smiled against his mouth.

“Some things never change, do they?” You teased.

“You stop wantin’ it and I’ll stop doin’ it,” he replied, sliding a hand over your body to your leg, hitching it over his hip.

“You know me so well.”

He undressed you slowly, taking his time touching you everywhere he knew you loved his fingers to linger. When you tugged his pants down, you took his length in your hand, working him up and down for a moment, before you took him in your mouth, so hot and wet he had to stop himself from moaning too loud. You sucked him slowly, working your way down his thick shaft until you were nearly choking on him before going back up again, moving harder and faster each time, your tongue pressing against the thick vein that ran on the underside of him.

“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Tryin’ to make me cum before I’m even inside you?”

You choked out something that sounded like a ‘no’ from around his cock and he groaned.

“You get just another minute of that,” he said, straining to keep his composure. “Want to cum inside your pussy, not your mouth.”

Just when he felt like he couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed your hair and pulled you off him, panting for breath. You wiped your mouth.

“Here I thought you liked that,” you whispered.

“More than liked it,” he muttered, grabbing your hips and yanking you toward him with a quiet yelp followed by a giggle. “Gonna have to do something to make sure you keep bein’ that good to me…”

He dipped his fingers into you, making you groan. He smiled.

“This wet just from suckin’ me off?” He breathed. You moaned in response. “Fucking hell, you really are the perfect woman…”

He added another finger and leaned down, taking your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking you while his fingers opened you until you came so hard it felt like you might snap off his fingers.

Joel slipped his fingers from you and ran them over his cock, using your wetness to make him slick enough to enter you. He notched his head against you and settled between your legs, pressing into you in one firm, demanding stroke.

“Fuck,” you panted, your back arching. “So full…”

“Love you full of me,” he said, grinding himself against you before pulling back and pushing into you again.

Your arms went around his neck as he picked up the pace, pressing his cock all the way into you with each stroke. You pushed yourself up off the bed and he smiled, kissing you as he helped you to straddle his lap while he was still inside you. He held you close while you rose and fell over him, thrusting up to meet you with every firm stroke. Your breasts bounced with the force of it, your head tilted back in pleasure as he sucked and licked his way up and down your throat.

“Joel,” you breathed. “Want to cum with you. So close…”

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned as you moved harder, faster, angling your hips so his stomach pressed into your clit while his head caught on the spot inside you that made you moan. He liked to think of that spot as his place in you, where he’d been made to reach and satisfy. Never did he feel as complete as when he was inside you, making you cum around him.

“Joel,” you gasped as you started to cum again, clinging to him with your whole body. He thrust into you once more before filling you.

“Love you so much,” he kissed you, your body pressed tight against his own. “Fuck, I love you.”

When things went back to the normal routine after the camping trip, Joel printed off a picture that Sarah had taken on her phone during the hike. It was just before Evie had twisted her ankle and everyone was smiling, the frame filled with the faces of everyone Joel had ever loved.

He wrote on the back of the picture, as though he’d ever forget who any of you were to him: “My girls + Carson, Me, Tommy, Maria and Brandon - October, 2023.”

You worked until after seven that night. Joel made dinner - nothing like what you could do but you kissed him like you thought it was a gourmet meal all the same - and Ellie was out with her friend Riley.

“Anything you in the mood for this evening?” He asked, pouring you another glass of wine.

“Nothing in particular,” you smiled. “Oh, we could watch When Harry Met Sally! Such fantastic fall vibes…”

“I think I can handle that,” he smiled a little.

“I mean, it is your favorite movie,” you smiled back. “I’ll clean up if you want to get it queued up?”

He found the movie on the Apple TV and was about to set it to play when he glanced at the record player in the corner. You’d painted little purple flowers along one side of it. They’d faded and chipped a bit since but he still loved those little flowers, a physical representation of you. He lit the candle on the coffee table - lavender scented, one of your favorites. He pulled out Slowhand and set it to play Wonderful Tonight just as he heard the water cut off in the kitchen. You laughed, leaning in the doorway to the living room.

“Clapton, hm?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well, when the song stops bein’ true, I’ll stop playin’ it,” he held his hand out to you. You smiled hugely and took it, tucking yourself against him. He held you close, swaying in time to the music, the smell of lavender on the air.

You stretched up to kiss him as the song ended and Joel turned the record player off before settling in beside you on the couch, glass of wine in hand.

“I think our little ‘how we met video’ for this movie would be fun,” you said during the opening credits. “Me, a college girl with a crush…”

“Me, an old man who was practically head over heels for you from first sight,” he said.

You laughed.

“Think we’ve made a pretty good go of it though,” you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

He smiled and kissed your forehead, surrounded by your warmth, the signs of the children you’d raised with him, and the smell of lavender.

“Wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this overly long exercise in "What would happen if?" I like to think this version of Doc and Joel are living in Austin right now, happy with their girls.

Thanks for being here, thanks for sticking with it, thanks for being a part of this. Love you all!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 9. Tito's Birthday

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Tito’s Birthday

Tito — June 8

Tito's sitting on his parent’s couch, watching his nephew play with a mini stick, when the doorbell rings.

“Were we expecting someone else?” he asks the room.

“Why don’t you go answer the door, Tito?” Francis cuts in.

Tito furrows his brow, confused. “Wha— Why me?”

Francis rolls his eyes, “Just go do it. You’re closer, and we’ve got the kids.”

“Fine,” he huffs dramatically.

He’s still making a face at Francis when he pulls the door open, not even bothering to look through the peephole. He almost immediately slams the door shut. Almost.

“Hi, Tito. Happy birthday,” she says, voice impossibly fond and a soft smile on her face.

Standing in front of him is a vision illuminated by the warm mid-afternoon light. She looks radiant. She looks so happy to see him.

Evie's here. On the porch of his parents' house. In Québec. On his birthday. He wonders if it would be a little overkill to hit himself in the face to make sure he isn’t dreaming or hallucinating.

“Hi. What— How—” he stutters unflatteringly.

Behind him, he hears Francis call out, “Are you going to let her in or what?”

He doesn’t take his eyes off Evie as he shouts over his shoulder, “Shut up, Franky.”

Evie muffles a giggle in her hand. He feels the sound reach into every corner of his body, filling it with a tingling warmth. It’s the buzzing in his bones that finally gets his feet unstuck from where they're planted as he surges forward and wraps her in a tight hug. He feels the little puff of air that's knocked out of her by the force of the hug.

“Woah there, big guy,” she giggles lightly, “Maybe a little less tight, please.”

“Oh shit, sorry,” he pulls back quickly, shaken from his stupor.

She shakes her head and laughs, incandescent and free, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her neck.

“Come here, you idiot,” she whispers.

Evie steps back into the space between them and wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing tightly. His arms pull her in impossibly closer, one hand tucking her head against his cheek. In this position, her perfume floods his senses, and he feels the vice that has been around his chest since he stepped out of her apartment in April begin to loosen. She smells familiar. She smells like comfort. She smells like home.

“God, I fucking missed you,” he murmurs into her hair.

She hums, nuzzling closer, “Me too, Solours. It’s so good to see you.”

“I can’t believe you’re here, mon chou. How did you even get here? Or know where to find me?”

She shifts in his arms, leaning back slightly to look him in the eyes. The sight of her warm brown eyes makes him feel like melted chocolate. She smiles softly at him. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

“Okay, yeah.”

He chuckles. He turns to escort Evie inside, keeping her tucked neatly under his arm. He almost jumps out of his skin when he sees Francis leaning against the wall a couple feet away.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” Francis smirks.

Tito shoots him a warning glare as Evie gently steps out from under his arm.

“It’s good to finally meet you in person,” she says, shocking Tito.

“You too.” Francis pulls Evie into a brief hug, still smiling smugly at Tito.

When Evie turns back around to him, he shakes himself from his stupor.

“Wait… you did this?” he asks, looking at Francis, who shrugs.

“I mean, I guess. Technically, she’s the one who came here, but I helped. As I’ve said many times, your moping has been such a bummer.”

“Do Mom and Dad know about this?” he adds.

Francis shrugs, “Kind of? I told them there might be a guest joining us.”

Evie chuckles next to him, bumping her shoulder into him, “Wow, you're really surprised, aren’t you?”

“Well, I mean, yeah?”

“You thought I was going to miss your birthday? Come on, Tito. There was no way I was doing that.” She smiles up at him, one arm wrapped around his waist and the other applying gentle pressure on his chest.

“I mean, I had hoped, but I really did think— I didn’t want to assume—”

“Okay, this is getting nauseating for me,” Francis interrupts, “Come on, let’s introduce you to everyone.”

She greets his parents and sister-in-law warmly and crouches down so sweetly to say hello to his nephews. He feels breathless, heartbeat quickening as he watches her greet them.

Evie slots in so seamlessly with his family it makes his head spin. He watches her make easy conversation with both of his parents, both of them falling in love with her immediately. Karo and Francis seem to have already decided they like her. Even if they hadn’t, she would've won them over with the way his two-year-old nephew, Nate, becomes immediately enthralled by her, following her around everywhere. Tito can’t even blame the little guy. He understands how Nate feels.

He feels guilty, though, for the slight edge of irritation that builds in his gut; he just wants to bask in her undivided attention after so many weeks apart. He tries to push the feeling away in favor of the fondness that also grows in him as they sit at the dinner table as a family.

It's that idea, a yearning for an uncertain future, that hits him so hard in the center of his chest that it knocks the breath out of him. He excuses himself at the end of dinner to make an escape for the bathroom, where he just stands at the sink and catches his breath.

When he finally returns, the group has scattered for now. Francis and his parents are putting the kids to bed. Karo and Evie are putting the finishing touches on dessert. He goes looking for them.

Every cell in his body alights when he hears a truly filthy sound fall from Evie’s lips as he rounds the corner.

Evie —

“I don’t know if we should add the caramel sauce on top or if it’ll be too much,” Karo explains, “Here, try a piece with the sauce; tell me what you think.”

“Sure,” Evie says, reaching out to take the fudgy brownie in her fingers— a big mistake as the chocolate starts oozing out immediately, intermingling with the caramel and trickling down her fingers.

She takes a hurried bite and is immediately hit by the ambrosial flavor: thick, decadent dark chocolate and perfectly balanced salted caramel drizzle. It's so rich, coating her tongue.

She doesn’t even try to contain the long, deep moan that she lets out. Her mouth is still full when she says, “Oh my god, Karo. This is incredible. This might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Karo beams at her in response, clearly pleased.

“What’s going on in here?” she hears Tito’s deep voice grumble behind her. It makes her freeze on the kitchen stool.

“She’s trying the dessert, confirming whether we should put on the drizzle or just skip it,” Karo beams.

“And? What are we thinking?” he says, voice still pitched low as he places a firm hand on the small of her back. She doesn’t stop herself from leaning into it.

“Oh, yes, for sure. It's so good.” Evie’s not sure if it’s the richness of the dessert that makes her mouth dry or if it's the firmness of Tito’s warm body pressing against her leg and side.

His other hand reaches out and grabs the wrist of the hand holding the remaining piece of brownie, making her look up at him over her shoulder. She watches his eyes flicker over to Karo, who's plating the desserts, before leaning in.

“Are you going to eat that?” he murmurs against her ear.

“Uh, maybe? Did you wanna try it?” she croaks, feeling suddenly too hot in her thin sundress.

“Yes.”

He makes eye contact with her again before bringing her fingers up to his lips. She’s holding her breath as soon as he makes contact. She's consumed by the groan he makes when the brownie hits his tongue, the sound enveloping her from every direction, completely unable to look away from him even when she hears a little “holy shit” from Karo as she scurries out of the kitchen.

He releases her fingers with a pop before the corner of his lips ticks up. “Mmm… So fucking good,” he smirks.

She squeaks, unable to form a single word as she wonders how inappropriate it might be to just jump him in his parents’ kitchen.

Before she can even do anything, though, he disappears from her side, and her skin immediately misses the contact. He walks over to the sink and wets a paper towel before walking back around, taking her hand in his again. She can only watch as he gently cleans the chocolate, caramel, and spit from her fingers.

He makes a satisfied hum and goes to throw the napkin away when he’s done, leaving her to wonder what the fuck she’s supposed to do with that hand now.

She jumps when she hears Francis loudly say behind her, “Okay, you freaks. My wife has informed me you guys are desecrating this kitchen, so get out before you ruin all of our appetites. I want to be able to enjoy this supposedly orgasmic dessert.”

Evie’s unsure how she’s going to be able to go back to the dining table and sit next to his parents now. She’s also not sure if her voice is ever going to come back at this rate.

Later, after the candles and singing and dessert, Evie's feeling a little more levelheaded. She still blushes every time Karo or Francis catches her eye, but she's able to speak again, so that’s a win.

They are moving to the TV room to watch the Stanley Cup Final game when Tito catches her elbow.

“Hey,” he smiles at her tenderly.

“Hi.” She automatically smiles back.

“Do you want to go for a walk first?”

“Oh…sure,” she stammers, heartbeat quickening again.

He places a soft kiss on her forehead before going to notify his family. When he comes back, he takes her hand and pulls her gently outside into the calm evening air. They walk for a while, hand in hand, just letting themselves take in the soft sound of insects chirping, the light breeze rustling through the trees, and the bright stars appearing above, one by one.

She’s the first to break. “God, it’s so quiet and beautiful here. I can’t believe you got to grow up with this,” she whispers, her head tilted back, lost in the twinkling stars.

He hums, his hand squeezing hers lightly in acknowledgment. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

They walk for a few more minutes in comfortable silence, the weight of his hand in hers pressing to the front of her consciousness. She really likes the way it feels.

When they turn the last corner, she gasps at the sight before her. It’s a small park backing up onto the riverbank. The water glistens, reflecting the soft lights of the city across from them.

“There,” Tito says softly, “I wanted to show you this.”

He pulls her over to a bench near the water and sits down. He holds her hand in his lap, his thumb caressing gently.

“It’s beautiful, Solou.” She looks out with wonder.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “I always come here if I want to think.” There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again. “Mon chou, I’m so happy you’re here. I don’t even know how to— I just— I can’t believe you’re here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“I have to ask, though, why?” His voice is so quiet she can barely make out the words.

Evie draws in a deep breath. She knew this conversation was coming. She was hoping that it did. That doesn’t stop it from feeling any less daunting.

“The short story?” she starts, “I just fucking missed you so much.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, chouchou, me too. I literally could not stop thinking about you. Constantly.”

She squeezes his hand while her other hand caresses the necklace that has been hanging over her heart for two months.

“I just kept thinking… I couldn’t imagine one single universe where I wouldn’t be here for your birthday. I couldn’t think of a single reason why I should not be here and at least a hundred reasons why I should.”

“Yeah?” he whispers.

“Yeah.” She looks over at him to find him already watching her, his eyes bright and glossy. She chuckles breathlessly. “And it’s so stupid that I kept putting off this conversation because I was scared of what you might say when you've never given me any reason to be scared. You've always listened to me and been so kind and understanding, no matter what. You’ve never made me feel bad for whatever insane thing I’m feeling at that moment. You just somehow find a way to support me through it.

“I don’t know what either of our futures holds, but I think that— I think my fear was holding me back. My life's just infinitely better with you in it, and it gets increasingly hard to imagine living it without you. You make me a better person— You make me want to be a better person.

“I should’ve just told you how I felt. Because even if you didn’t feel the same way, you would never have judged me for it. Or stopped being my friend.”

“What are you saying, Evie?” Tito urges gently.

“I’m saying that— I’m saying that I don’t think we're just friends. I don’t think we’ve been just friends for a long time. And I like that— I want that. I want to wake up next to you in the morning, and I want to be the person you come home to at night. But I just thought— I knew I would regret it if I never said this. Like, if I woke up one day and it was too late. That you’ll be gone, and I would still feel this absolutely horrific gut-wrenching sadness and regret at having never said anything. I don’t— You don’t need to say anything back right now— or at all, really, but I just—”

“Evie, mon chou, may I?” He takes her other hand in his as well, threading their fingers together and pressing a light kiss to them so gently.

“Yeah,” she nods, smiling softly up at him.

“Okay, good because— I need you to know that I—” His voice cracks, the words catch in his throat. He looks at Evie’s smile and feels his throat loosen. He takes a deep breath. “Evie, I love you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time. God, I want— I want to be there in the mornings, and I want you to be there when I come home because I think the concept of home in my brain now is just a scratch-and-sniff picture of you—”

Evie snorts.

“Shut up, that was romantic— Let me finish. I don’t want to be just friends. I want to be so much more than that. I want to be your boyfriend, your partner, and maybe one day, your husband if you’ll have me. And I want to maybe have little babies that are half of me and half of you if that’s what you want. Or we can just have like twenty dogs; that’s cool too. I want to be holding your hand on the ice when we’re too old to even tie up the skates.”

He pauses and exhales all the remaining tension in his chest. “I want it all. I want to be there for all the big moments and the little moments. I want to make you tea and rub your cold-ass feet while we watch TV. I want to dance with you in our kitchen when you’re baking. I want—

“I don’t know where I’ll be next season. But I want to make it work with you. Whatever that looks like. I want to give this a shot. And I promise I’ll put in the work every single day. Even if I’m in fucking Edmonton or Anaheim.”

“I don’t think Anaheim would appreciate being compared to Edmonton, Solou,” Evie laughs wetly, reaching a hand up to wipe at her eyes before placing her hand back into his grasp. “Can I speak now?”

“What? Yes, of course. Sorry. I got carried away,” he chuckles nervously.

“Well, firstly, my job is fully remote. So I can technically live anywhere—”

“I don’t want you to have to choose me over your career,” he interrupts.

“I’m not. I promise. But we can talk through logistics at another time. For now, I just want to say that I fucking love you too. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. And I’m also incredibly fucking sure that if you don’t kiss me in the next five seconds, I will self-combust, and all this idiocy would’ve been for nothing.” Her smile is dazzling and proud when she looks up at him.

It startles a chortle out of him, and he shakes his head. He raises a hand to gently cup her face, his thumb brushing over the soft skin of her cheek. His eyes flicker between her eyes and her lips a few times, an adoring smile blooming on his face as he leans in. She moves to close the distance.

Their lips meet in a tender kiss. Their mouths move gently together, content to just be for a while. Eventually, Tito’s tongue brushes along the seam of her lips, and her mouth drops open, letting him in. The familiar heat returns to her like a freight train coursing through her veins as their tongues slide past each other.

Without breaking their kiss, Evie climbs into Tito’s lap and threads her hands through his hair. A pleased hum escapes her lips when she gives the curls a gentle tug, Tito rewarding her with a clipped groan of his own. She sinks deeper into his lap, feeling his big hands rake down her back to cup her ass lightly.

She rolls her hips down, and he moans before pulling away.

“No— wait—” he groans.

“What’s wrong?”

“We need to stop. I’m not doing this for the first time on a park bench, and I’m sure as hell not going to let you make me come in my pants again. Franky will literally never let me live that down.”

She tucks a curl behind his ear and hums. “Hmm… So should we go back to the house then?”

“No— Well, I mean yes. But we're also definitely not doing this for the first time in my parents' house. While my parents and brother are there.” He shakes his head vigorously and dramatically shudders.

“Okay,” she sings. She leans back in for a final kiss before climbing off Tito’s lap. She pulls down her dress as he groans again, pressing his face into her belly. “What?”

“Do you have any idea how incredible you look in that dress?” he mumbles, muffled by fabric and her skin.

“I think I do, actually. I thought you had a stroke when I put it on for you a couple weeks ago on FaceTime.”

He leans back to examine her face. “So you’re wearing this one on purpose?” he concludes, voice pitching up an octave.

“Yeah,” she smiles proudly and holds out her hand, “You sure you don’t want to just go in the back of my car real quick.”

He groans loudly as he stands, his hands firm on her waist. “God, mon chou, I— Fuck. No. I’m not going to— We're not having sex for the first time in a car, Evie. Jesus Christ.”

“Oh? And where will we be having sex for the first time? I want to make sure it’s on my calendar.”

He grumbles and starts pulling her back to his parents' house. “Tomorrow. When we're back in the city. In my apartment.”

“Oh yeah? And when are we leaving for this apartment?”

“As soon as possible in the morning,” he replies, clipped.

She laughs devilishly before allowing a calm silence to settle over the walk home. When they start to approach the Beauvillier home, he unlocks her rental car and leans in to grab her bags for her. She lets him catch her shamelessly admiring his body.

When their eyes meet again, she cheekily teases, “So, you’ll fuck me for the second time in a car then?”

Tito hums too loudly, exaggerating his ponderous expression. “Hmm, I’m thinking maybe it’ll be the fifth time. But yeah, sure. If that’s what you want.”

She chortles. “Wow, so confident,”

He looks over at her and winks. “Yeah, I am,” he calls over his shoulder as he unlocks the front door.

When they walk into the living room, Francis takes one look at them before he cracks up. Evie feels her cheeks flame immediately as Tito shrugs.

Their mom looks at Tito meaningfully. “If you're going to bed soon, the guest room is set up already, honey.”

It only makes Francis laugh harder, and their dad also joins in on the hooting. Evie wishes the ground would just swallow her up, even as Tito tucks her tighter to his body proudly.

Tito — June 9

The following day, Tito wakes up with the biggest smile on his face. It doesn’t even flicker once as he puts on his pajamas and heads downstairs into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mama,” he greets cheerily, dropping a kiss on her cheek.

“You’re in a good mood this morning,” she chuckles, “Something you have to tell me?”

He fusses around the kitchen, putting the kettle on. “Yeah, I guess, um… We worked it out. Last night.”

“So she’s your girlfriend now?” his mom asks, eyes glistening as she sips her coffee.

“Yes, Mama. She is,” he beams at her.

“Good,” she nodded, “You take care of her like I taught you to, okay? She’s a good one. I like her.”

“Yes, Mama, I will,” he replies, voice impossibly tender.

He revels in the comfortable silence as he makes two cups of tea. The aroma of Earl Grey fills him with so much lightness and joy he feels like he’s floating. It hits him in that moment why this particular tea has been affecting him so much.

Tito tiptoes into the guest bedroom and sets the tea down on the nightstand. He sits on the side of the bed and smiles as he brushes the hair out of Evie’s face before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She stirs, making a pleased sound when she sees him, her face splitting into a crooked grin.

“Good morning, mon chou,” he leans in for a kiss.

She squeaks and leans away, shaking her head. “Morning breath,” she mumbles.

“Chou, I couldn't care less right now as long as I get to kiss you again. To make sure last night was not a dream.”

She giggles, and rolls her eyes before pulling him in by the collar of his hoodie. He kisses her tenderly on the lips before nuzzling into her neck.

“Did you know you smell like Earl Grey tea?” he mumbles into the soft, intoxicating skin.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. That’d be my favorite perfume. It’s got that scent profile.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whines.

She chuckles softly, “I didn’t think about it, I guess? Why should I have told you?”

He looks up and pouts, “I would’ve bought it much sooner.”

She laughs, shaking her head, pulling him in again to kiss the pout off of his full bottom lip.

“Oh,” she says, leaning over to the nightstand, “I forgot to give this to you last night. Happy birthday, Solou.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know, I wanted to. Open it!”

He recognizes the packaging immediately and furrows his brows in confusion. When he opens the box, he sees a gold chain with a single charm.

“It matches mine.” She touches her necklace reverently. “But instead of the book, it’s a library card. Do you like it?”

He rests their foreheads together. “Yes, chouchou. I love it. I really love it. But you're still the best birthday present I've ever gotten and will probably ever get. So, thank you for both those things.”

“God, you're truly so fucking soft,” she giggles before pulling him on top of her with a bruising kiss.

“Well… I’m not gonna be soft for much longer if you keep doing that,” he mumbles when she nibbles on his lips.

“Tito!” she squawks, slapping his chest, laughing.

He shrugs, trying to keep a straight face but finding her laugh to be too infectious.

“God, I fucking love you,” he whispers in wonder, his eyes scanning her face when they finally calm down.

“I love you too,” she smiles.

It hits him finally that no matter what happens after July 1st, no matter what city he ends up in, he will be okay because he has her.

That is the end!!! If you are reading this, you are truly a prince among men. Thank you so much. <3

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heart has his heart | part 2.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

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“So you guys have a lot of magic here?” Mal asked as you guys entered the dorm areas of the school.

“I mean it exists, but it’s pretty much retired. Most of us here are ordinary mortals,” Ben answered.

“Yeah, ordinary mortals that happen to be kings and queens.”

“That’s true.” Audrey put Ben’s arm around her shoulders. “Our royal bloodlines go back hundreds of years.”

“Wow, really?” you asked.

Both Ben and Audrey nodded, clearly not hearing the sarcasm. The VKs smiled knowing you weren’t genuine at all.

“Hundreds, huh? Call me back when you hit the thousands.” You would’ve stopped there but the look on Audrey’s face was too good to drop it.

“Carlos? How old is Wonderland now?”

“It’s entering its third millennium in a few years so currently 2,992.”

You could always count on Carlos to be a smart-ass and have the exact answer you needed.

“And the Valley of Hearts was founded when in Wonderland?”

“Approximately two thousand nine hundred years ago. Give or take twenty years depending on if you count its Warring States period.”

“And the Royal Family? The Hearts…”

“Never been usurped once. Only family to maintain rule within a single family.”

“Wow. So two thousand years runs through my veins. I mean, hundreds is cute though… so the dorms would be?”

“That way.” One of the marching band boys said from where he was coming down the stairs.

“I’m Doug, Dopey’s son. I’m taking the tour over from Ben and Audrey.”

“Oh, be careful Doug. It’s Prince and Princess Ben and Audrey. We wouldn’t want to offend their royal blood.”

Ben gave a sarcastic laugh, “okay, okay we get it.”

“A bit much?”

“Just a bit. We’ll see you guys around.” Ben and Audrey walked off.

Doug was very nice as he led you guys through the dorm area explaining the common areas, snack bar and kitchens, the public bathrooms in case you can’t stop all the way to your room. Finally, you arrived at your dorms.

“Everyone chooses singles or doubles. We thought it would be best if you guys had people in your rooms, so you didn’t get too lonely in Auradon. We’ll be happy to give you singles next semester or next year. Jay and Carlos are together. Evie and Mal are roommates.” Doug handed them the keys.

“Unfortunately, there are three girls and we only do doubles so we couldn’t get you all to room together. But one of the Auradon girls did offer to room with you, (Y/N).”

Doug pointed to the door right across from Mal and Evie’s room. He handed you the key before continuing on. He gave out schedules. You guys had the weekend to relax before starting classes on Monday, including Goodness 101 with Fairy Godmother.

You gave a small wave to the other VKs before entering your room to figure out your mystery roommate. The dorms at Auradon were actually perfect, at least according to you. Mal was probably internally screaming across the way with all the cleanliness. It was so light and airy, so pretty.

“I know. I had the same reaction the first time I saw the dorms. Huge aren’t they?”

“Yeah, huge,” you said absentmindedly.

The girl jumped off her bed, setting down the sharpie she was drawing on her skin with. “Nice to meet you. Moetini, Maui’s daughter.”

“Maui? The demi-god? I’m roommates with a demi-god?”

“Eh, quarter-god.”

“Still pretty cool. (Y/N) Heart.” You shook her hand. “Love the drawings.”

“Yeah? I’m testing out tattoos. Not sure what to do first.”

“I like that one.”

You pointed to intricate sun design on the back of her hand. Like father, like daughter. No surprise to you that Moetini would want tattoos like her dad.

“Really? Wicked. Guess it’ll be my first one.”

“Will it move?”

“If I get my dad to do it, probably… do you have any stuff with you?” Moetini looked behind you but saw nothing.

“Uh, they said it would be in the room, but… it looks like my luggage got lost.”

Moetini frowned. “Looks like we’ll have to go get Ben.”

She grabbed your hand and marched out the door. At first when Doug said that an Auradon girl volunteered to share a room with you, you didn’t think it would end well. But Moetini was pretty chill and you were actually kind of happy she volunteered. You followed all the way to what you assumed was Ben’s door. Moetini knocked in such an odd fashion, making a song out of it until Ben opened the door.

“Moetini, what do you want?” You could hear Ben on the other side of the door before he even opened it.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Who else would knock like that. (Y/N)?”

Ben noticed you behind Moetini. “Don’t tell me there’s a problem already. You volunteered, Moetini.”

“Oh, no. We get along great, don’t we? (Y/N)’s luggage is missing.”

Ben scratched the back of his head. “Oh. Well, there was nothing important in there, right?”

“No. Lucky for me I put my crown on. Just clothes and snacks,” you said.

You were glad you kept the picture of you and your parents in your pocket. It was a bad picture, from a broken camera, but you loved it nonetheless.

“Okay. Then in that case…” Ben went into his room before popping back up with his wallet. “I don’t think we’re going to find the luggage, especially since all the others have theirs so just take my card. We’ll consider this part of the program budget.”

“Sweet! Diamond, wow, never held one before. Dad’s only up to the black card.” Moetini admired Ben’s credit card. “This is going to be fun, (Y/N)!”

“Um, no. I’m a villain kid. They’re going to think I stole your card. I’m not trying to get sent back to the Isle on my first day, I’ll just have to figure something out. Probably Evie, you’d be surprised what that girl can do with a bedsheet.”

“We’re not letting you walk around in bed sheets. I’ll just come with you guys, I guess.”

“Are you sure? Shopping up your alley?”

“Not really,” Ben said grabbing a jacket and closing his room door.

“But you need stuff and like you said, we’re not trying to get you sent back to Isle on your first day… just how long do you two think this is going to take? Please say nothing over two hours.”

Ben shuddered, thinking of all the shopping Audrey had dragged him along to. You and Moetini just looked at each other.

“Moetini, how many shops are in Auradon’s mall?”

“Just under 200. A few of them are food stalls, though.”

“Ooh, shopping and snacks… sorry Prince Ben, you might be used to this but I’ve never seen a mall before. I’m about to go wild, especially with this.” You grabbed his credit card out of Moetini’s hand, waving it around and smiling.

“This might’ve been a mistake.”

“Too late now, Benjamin!” Moetini laughed as she dragged the two of you along towards the mall.

You were in your eleventh store. Skin care, handled. Now you were on to shoes and clothes and then you’d head for makeup and accessories. You lost Ben somewhere back in the sixth store so now it was just you and Moetini.

“Look at these shoes!” You were admiring a nice pair of heels.

“Hey, Heart. These ones have hearts on them.”

“Is that too much? Would I be like, too extra for going with the heart and roses motif?”

“Too extra? You’re asking me if something’s too extra?” Moetini held up her arm covered in sharpie drawings, that looked like a real tattoo sleeve.

You looked at the shoes before grabbing them. “If they go with an outfit, then I’ll get them.”

Moetini clapped her hands and you two walked towards the dressing rooms. You were going from the changing room to the little sitting area where Moetini rested back and forth. It was a mini fashion show, occasionally even the store clerks would chime when they thought something looked exceptionally good. You were taking a mini break just to try on shoes when Ben came back with three pretzels and some lemonade.

“Do you girls never get tired of shopping?”

“Shopping like this?! I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it. You sure I can get this stuff?” You stood up and walked around in the heels you just strapped up, testing them.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. You needed to replace your luggage.”

You were having fun but you probably wouldn’t buy everything you liked, or you would at least work to pay Ben off for some of it. You went to sit back down and take off the shoes, they weren’t as nice as the heart ones Moetini pointed out. Ben handed you your pretzel and lemonade.

“Thanks, Prince Ben.”

“You don’t have to call me that.”

“Some people made it clear that titles were important.”

“Yeah sure they are; but, everyone at school calls me Ben. You go to school right?”

“Okay. Thanks, Ben.”

“No problem. So, does you sitting down mean we can leave?”

“Ha. No. We’re just taking a snack break.”

You were back in the dressing room, trying on your last outfit in one of the last stores. The zipper was hard to reach in the back. Normally, you’d have no problem unzipping it but Auradon liked to coat their zippers in something shiny. That also made them a bit slippery and you couldn’t get a proper grip on it.

“Moetini?! Moetini?!” You yelled for the girl but no one responded.

“Do you need something?” Ben asked from the other side of your dressing room door.

“Where’s Moetini?”

“Bathroom, why?”

“I’m stuck…” you muttered.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m stuck in this dress! I can’t get the zipper.” You flung open the door, to show Ben the zipper that was in the one spot your hand couldn’t reach. “See, it’s too slippery to get. I need her to undo it.”

“Oh, I can help you with that.” Ben unzipped it halfway to a point you could reach but without exposing anything as to protect your modesty.

“Umm, thank you.” You closed the door with one hand, careful not to let the dress fall, so you could change.

(Part 3)...

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