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yeollie-plz · 16 days

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Watch It Spark | LTF Part: 2

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 1

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy's a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, (un)protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing, light breeding kink mention, cockwarming?

All gif credits to owners!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I don't wanna make excuses but on top of being super busy, I also had severe writer's block. But! Here she is! Just in time for Pedro's birthday!!!

"Shit." Joel's voice sounded out behind you.

Turning, incredulously to him, "Shit? That's all you have to say?" Not even sure what to say yourself.

"I'm sorry baby, but I don't know what else to say. I think shit actually might be the perfect sentiment in this situation." There's a bit of playfulness laced in his voice as he crosses the room to you. But the fun drops as he locks eyes with you, grabbing your hands while rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs in a comforting gesture.

"Are you okay?"

Not sure what else to do, you nod.

"I mean it was inevitable, I just didn't think she would find out like this. Thought maybe I'd be able to ease her into it...maybe...I don't know."

Joel nods as you speak, “You’ll figure it out and she’ll come around, I’m sure. Whatever happens though, I’m right here.”

When you don’t say anything, Joel uses two fingers lift up your chin so your eyes now meet his. You see the certainty in them and he repeats, “I’m right here.”

With the mood ruined, Joel returned home to let you mull over your plan. It felt weird. How do you explain to your mother that you are currently dating her crush? Not something you had on your bingo card that's for sure.

That night you paced back and forth in your room until about 11 o'clock when you decided you just couldn't take the turmoil anymore. Your mom hadn't returned home. So instead of continuing to sit in your torment, you forced yourself to go to bed.

And when you awoke in the morning, there still was no sign of her. Sighing as you closed the door of her bedroom, you dragged yourself down to the kitchen. Your one last hope was that you could put together some grand breakfast for her and it would somehow lure her home. I mean she had to come home eventually anyway, right? She might as well come home to a yummy breakfast.

So there you were sitting alone at the table with a plethora of food laid out in front of you. Not wanting to eat without her, you sat there waiting. Now, almost an hour later, the food turned cold and the house was still empty. Sighing, you pushed yourself out of your chair, made a quick plate and popped it in the microwave to heat up.

As the time ticked down, you leaned against the counter watching it spin like it would make it go faster. The microwaved beeped to signal its end and that's when the front door swung open.

Abandoning the food once again, you rushed into the living room. Your mom's eyes locked onto you immediately as you crashed into the room. Her body visibly tensed up as she sighed at your presence.

"I-I made you breakfast." You rushed out before she could leave or you lost your nerve.

"Breakfast?" Venom dripped from her voice as she repeated your words.

Snapping your mouth shut, you gulped, trying to think of what to say. That's when she sighed again and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge as she tilted her head to the side.

"Sweetie, I'm not mad, but I'm also not happy-"

"-I know you liked him, it's just-" You cut her off, your words coming out quick, laced with your nerves. She held up her hand, to cut you off back.

"Let me talk, because honestly I don't want to hear anything from you right now." Another sigh, this time like she was preparing to give a speech, she was. "You got so hurt last time and with your father and I, I'm just scared for you. Sure, I liked Joel but it was never more than an infatuation. I'm not mad because he was never mine to get mad over. You know the night him and Linda dropped me off?"

You nodded in conformation, she continued, "I actually tried to kiss him that night." She laughs at her own stupidity. "He dodged it, playing it off like nothing happened. I'm sure he just didn't want to embarrass me by blatantly telling me he was in a-" A pause as she looks you up and down, tongue running across her front teeth. "-relationship."

You pulled your lip between your teeth as you listened to her speak. How could she be taking this so well? You were way too used to young people drama. People like your mom and Joel knew how to communicate their feelings. Honestly, it was relieving.

"Kind of weird to admit I almost kissed my daughter's boyfriend." Your mom says with anguish. Her face scrunching up in disgust as if she didn't find him attractive just days before.

She lets herself relish in this thought for a second, before continuing again, "I just hope you are keeping yourself safe. I know I already gave you the responsible talk but this is different. I just don't want to see you hurt like the last time."

You took a second to process her words. She didn't care who you were with, she just cared that you didn't go through what you did before. It warmed your heart and relieved a lot of the pent up stress.

"Mom, this time is different. Joel he, uh, he told me himself. I actually told him what happened." Your mom knew this was big for you to tell someone about the whole cheating thing and when you told her that, she visibly relaxed.

A smile graced her lips as she made her way over to her. She held your cheek in her head. You relaxed into the touch, closing you eyes in relief.

"You're happy with him, I can tell. So like I said I'm not mad. A little sad I missed my chance but there will always be someone else. He's good for you, I'm sure of it."

You smiled at her and leaned in to peck your forehead before wrapping you into her arms and holding you tightly. Her body heat radiating you with all the love only a mother had for her child. She pulled away a bit later, holding you at arms length.

"Although, the age difference is a bit much. That one took me a minute to get over." Laughs laced her voice as she spoke.

"I know, took me a bit to accept the initial attraction too but he's just so..." Your voice trailed off, unsure of what to say. She only smiled to this and nodded.

"I understand, that's how I felt about your father when I met him too." A sad smile now formed as she looked down and you knew she was thinking about how it had turned out for her and him. Now it was your turn to comfort her as you rubbed your hands down her arms.

She shook the thoughts out of her head and sucked back the tears that were pricking her eyes. "Okay! Now, tell me everything. How you guys met! The first date! I want to hear everything."

Letting her drag you to the couch while laughing uncontrollably at her excitement. The rest of the day the two of you could not stop talking as you told her everything.

After hours of chatting, your mom finally called it a night. All but pushing you out the door to go see Joel. Mumbling something about how he must be on the edge of his seat. You giggled at her antics, it was almost unbelievable how quickly she had gotten over it and was now your number one supporter.

So now you found yourself knocking at Joel's door. When he opened it there was a small look of shock on his face.

"Wasn't expecting you to be over so soon, sugar." He said as he pulled you into a quick hug. Breathing in his scent for a second, you sighed, content.

"It went better than expected." Your words were muffled by his chest since you refused to release yourself from his grasp. Not like Joel was complaining.

"Good, I'm glad." He spoke into your hair before placing a soft kiss there. A second more of holding you before Joel is pushing you out to arms length. He searches your face for a second before bringing his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow, like he is learning the feel of them for the first time. It makes you putty in his hands. The stress that somehow was still all pent up inside of you, now finally melting away.

You felt safe. You felt loved. Joel was home for you and in that moment you knew that this was real. Joel was real.

And that night as you settled into his bed and into his arms everything in your past seemed to fade away. It was only you and him.

Smiling into his chest, you fell into a deep slumber.

The morning sun shining through the curtains of Joel's room woke you up. Reaching to the other side of the bed, you find nothing but cold sheets. Confusion washes for you for only a second in your half-awake state, until you hear the steady beat of shower water coming from the connected bathroom.

You take a second to lay in the silence, just listening to the drops of the water. Before an idea pops into your head and you are smirking to yourself.

Pushing off of the bed, you make your way into the bathroom, shredding off pieces of clothes as you go. Joel seems unaware of your presence so you are careful not to scare him too bad as you slide the shower curtain down the rod just enough for you to slip in.

He only jumps a bit as your arms wrap around him. Turning in them to face you.

"Hello." He says to you when his eyes meet yours.

"Hi." You whisper back, pulling him in closer to you, your head now resting on his chest. He lets out a light chuckle while rubbing your back in soothing circles.

To ensure you don't fall, you shift slightly on the wet surface. This causes Joel to let out a soft grunt, his now hardening member brushing against your thigh. It causes you to smirk and pull away, looking up at him.

"I barely hugged you and you're already this excited?" You question.

Something between a chuckle and a grunt passes through his lips, "Not my fault that you came in here all naked. It's human nature, baby." A pause while he drops his head down so his lips can brush your ear, "Remember when I said I wasn't as old as I seemed."

He nips your earlobe after speaking, an action that sends a rush down your spine. Heartbeat speeding up as he continues to breath right next to your sensitive skin, goosebumps popping up despite the warmth of the shower water.

He trails kisses down from your ear, across your chest, and up your neck. One kiss to your jaw, one to each cheek, one to your forehead, before pecking your lips. Pulling away way too soon for your liking as you try and chase his lips with your own.

Now Joel is smirking seeing how desperate you already are for him after making fun of him only moments before. Yet he decides that neither of you really need the teasing so early in the morning so his reserve goes out the window and he's connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss is slower than usual, the intensity not fully there since both of you only just woke up. It is slow, yet passionate. Your lips meet like they were meant for each other. Tongues only barely fighting each other as neither of you really wanted to take dominance of the situation.

And as Joel's fingers slowly make there way down the middle of your stomach, finding your sensitive bud soon after, yours are wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer to you. You gasp as his fingers move your clit in slow methodical circles. The feeling makes your legs weak, but you quickly recover when you remember where you are and how easily you could fall.

The thought almost makes you laugh but that is also quickly forgotten when the finger that was just working your clit, makes its way into your folds, testing your entrance. It seems like Joel contemplates if you are ready for a second so you keen towards him a bit to egg him on. That's when his finger finally enters you, working its way in and out of you in time with his lips on yours.

Your hands now find their way in between his legs. You try to stroke his dick in the same pace as his fingers in you, but your brain has become a bit foggy. This only gets worse when Joel begins quirking his fingers inside of you in an attempt to find that particular spot inside of you.

"Come on baby, you know you want to give in." He says into your lips. The words come out almost desperate and the gruff nature of his voice has you melting. If you were an ice cube you would be down the drain already.

"I just want you inside of me. It's too early for all your teasing." Your words are now the ones that are desperate, as you fully grip his cock and stroke it quickly trying to urge him closer to wanting to fuck you.

He laughs at your actions and pushes your hands off of him, fingers also retreating from their still steady pace inside of you. Grabbing your hips with such careful hands, so careful that you almost question if this is the same man. Usually so rough with you that you are sure that even his callouses could leave marks.

Flipping you around he bends you at the hips and pushes you towards the wall, careful not to let the two of you fall. Your hands make contact with the cold tile and if you weren't so gone you would've pulled them away instinctually.

That's when he leans over you and whispers into your ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, but the way I want to. Nice and slow. One sound and I stop, understood?"

You open your mouth to answer, but snap it closed and nod instead.

"Good girl." Joel kisses the bit of jaw he can reach before he is standing back up straight.

One hand finds your waist and pulls you back into him. Your hands almost slip from the wet tile that is holding you up, but you recover. Just in time for the tip of his dick to tease your entrance.

Joel gathers the your wetness and strokes it down his member, covering it in preparation to enter you. When he is satisfied with his job he pushes his tip past your folds. Very slowly he enters you. And after what feels like an eternity he bottoms out inside of you.

The feeling has you gulping down a gasp that is threatening to leave your lips. Sure Joel has fucked you pretty much every which way, but there is something about right now that you are finding it so much harder to follow instructions. You just want to let him know how good he makes you feel.

And before you can fully let this thought circulate, Joel is pulling out of you painstakingly slow. The type of slow that almost hurts but also fills you with so much pleasure that you could forget your own name.

This is how he continues, this slow, painful pace. In and out of you. All the way from tip to base, each action feels like it could be a full minute of white hot pleasure. Joel holds your orgasm over your head like a pig with a carrot on a stick. Kept on a tight leash, with your lips also kept shut tight.

You're not sure how he is holding himself back at this point but, obviously, you don't question it. too scared of what would happen if you let anything escape your lips.

One particularly harsh thrust has his hips snapping into yours and involuntarily you are pushing your back into his, trying to get him even closer. Like that was possible.

This has him tutting at you and gripping your hips a bit rougher, "Like the way my dick fills you up baby?"

You want to answer, you really do but you just bite your lip instead. He seems to notice you holding back and laughs lightly at you.

Pulling out of you and flipping you around to face him. He pecks your forehead before lifting one leg around his hip. You almost lose your balance as he pushes you back into the wall, so you have at least a little bit of support.

"Let me give you what you really want." Joel says as he enters you once again. "Wanna see the look on your face as you cum on my dick, pretty girl."

Now he's pistoning you onto his dick, letting you feel as much of his length as he can with how tightly your leg is wrapped around him. Its like your body wants to keep him permanently inside of you, not like your brain disagrees though.

Just like that, a few thrusts later and you are getting closer to your orgasm. Your body giving in so easily and it's heightened state. You never knew how malleable morning sex would make you.

And as your vision is beginning to be clouded by stars and your stomach is tightening, a whimper escapes your lips before you can catch it. Joel's hips stop abruptly and so does your orgasm.

Your eyes snap open to meet his. They just stare back blankly, almost no emotion because you know what you did. You want to plead with him, maybe complain that you were close but you don't. Silence watches over you.

Joel sits there staring at you, member half inside of you. Your pussy clenches onto it, as if trying to urge him into giving in. But it isn't until you are dropping your eyes from his that he's leaning forward and capturing your lips in his own. He kisses you for a moment, slow and steady, still just warming his cock inside of you.

"I know you were close baby, but you knew the rules." He says in a way that it almost sounds like an apology. But that is long forgotten as he snaps his hip forward into you and hits your g spot in one perfect thrust.

The urge to moan again is intense that you are biting down on your lip. For a second you question if you would draw blood, but decide the pleasure is way important right now. As your head tosses back meeting the cool tile.

With how close your orgasm was before it isn't long before you are reaching your peak once again. Your stomach clenches again and vision blurs. Although this time you are conscious of the sounds you would normally make and hold them back. As the wave crashes over you and you are spasming into Joel's body.

Joel's strong arms hold you up as your legs go weak under you, the wet floor making it all too easy for you to just go down. The leg around his hips also loosens but he grips that thigh holding it there as he begins to chase his own orgasm.

The feeling of your walls clenching around him getting him dangerously close to his own peak. His teeth find your neck in an attempt to hold back his orgasm, not wanting to cum into you without a condom (or permission).

"Baby-" He grunts out, pain laced in his voice. You catch the tone immediately and try to find you feet. Although it takes you a second, in that second he is pulling out of you and stroking his dick in an attempt to reach his orgasm.

Without a second thought you are dropping to your knees and swatting his hands away replacing them with your own. The minute your mouth meets the tip of his member, he is shooting his load into your waiting cavern. Swallowing it all down as you stroke him slowly, working him through his high.

Joel's hands grip your hair as he comes down from his high. When he has come back down to earth, his fingers loosen and instead he is stroking your head in a comforting gesture.

Giving him another second to recover before you stand up to attach his lips to your own. Now he is melting into your touch as he tastes himself on your lips.

"I love you." This has you pausing and stepping back. You are sure you didn't hear him right. Seeing the look on your face a playful smile graces his own.

"Y/N I love you." Joel repeats.

"I-I love you too." You want to jump into his arms, but obviously you don't want to break your leg...or his.

"Why did you have to tell here?" Now you are hitting his chest, leaving the hand there, just needing to feel him. He laughs at your antics, but let's you continue, knowing you well enough to know you aren't done yet.

"I'm all wet and I just woke up. I have sex brain. Uh!" Another hit, this one has him grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him carefully.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." Joel says with a smile, leaning down to place a kiss on your pouting lips.

"I feel like that's the perfect time." You mock him which has him laughing again. Another kiss is placed on your lips, this one continues a bit longer as if he is savoring the feeling of yours on his.

The blush is evident on your cheeks but you aren't giving up, "Just finish up in here, I'm going back to bed." A huff and you are leaving the shower. Joel's laugh echoes behind you.

When you told Joel to finish up, you didn't think he would take this long. At this rate you should've just stayed in there and washed yourself too. Instead you have dried yourself off already and are sat crisscross on Joel's bed. His shirt adorning your body and a towel wrapped around your still damp hair.

You have a book resting on your legs as you read in silence. Hearing the water turn off in the bathroom, you smile down at your book knowing Joel will be out soon.

Just as the sink faucet is switched on, the front door opens and a familiar voice sounds out through the house. The bathroom door is all but slammed open at the booming voice. Joel stands there towel around his waist, toothbrush between his lips. A bit of toothpaste is threatening to spill out of the corner of his mouth and you bite back a smile.

"Tommy." Joel says, the words a bit muffled by the brush and paste in his mouth.

Your eyes widen. No you weren't scared to meet his brother, I mean you have technically met him before. It was just you wanted to make a semi good impression and well here you were in only your underwear.

But before you can make any change to that Tommy's footsteps are thudding down the hallway and the door to Joel's bedroom is swinging open, with not so much as a knock.

"Joel!" Tommy calls out just as his eyes drop to yours. You are quickly pushing your legs straight under the covers in any attempt to cover yourself.

Tommy's jaw drops, "You!" Your eyes stay open wide not sure what is going to come out of his mouth next. Joel stays stuck in the doorway, not sure what to do either.

Then Tommy laughs, like a whole belly laugh. Loud, resounding. He doubles over holding his stomach. That's how funny he finds this whole situation.

It's almost a minute before he is recovering from his fit, wiping the tears that formed in the corners of his eyes. Both you and Joel are still stood there in shock. Watching his brother with semi-concerned eyes.

"The girl from the bar!" Tommy points to you, then to Joel. "And you! You old dog. Joel's still got it, huh?" He nods as if he's just discovered something.

Another chuckle and he's looking back at you, "Damn."

"Tommy..." Joel tests the waters, still not fully sure what to say to him.

"This is, just wow!" Then Tommy does something that is even more astounding. He slow claps. Actually slow claps like he's in some movie.

He does this for a second or two before looking between you and Joel, nodding slowly. You clear your throat, trying to attempt anything to clear the awkward air of the situation.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." A tight smile comes with your words. Hand leaving its grip on your book to give a small wave to the man.

He's still nodding, "Tommy-" He weighs his words. "I'm gonna go." And with that he is turning on his heel.

Yelling a quick, "Good job big bro!", before the front door is closed behind him.

As soon as the lock is clicking, you and Joel turn to each other. Still in shock, before you are giggling.

"Well, were two for two on family first meetings. Got any other family members I could awkwardly meet?"

Joel smiles at you before he is retreating to bathroom to spit out his long forgotten toothpaste. Returning to the room , he crawls across the foot of the bed towards you, like a lion stalking his prey.

"No, but honestly that's the best it could've gone with Tommy so don't feel bad." A kiss to your lips.

"I don't feel bad, I feel embarrassed." You say as you trace a finger down his jaw. He melts into your touch.

"I mean look at me!" You gesture to your lack luster clothing... or lack of clothing.

Lust flashes behind his eyes, "I think you look sexy." You almost hit him again but hold back.

"Of course you do, I'm wearing your shirt."

Joel considers your words for a second, "Is that what it is? Sure it isn't how I'm still thinking about how badly I wanted to fill you with my cum earlier?"

Your jaw drops, actually drops at his words. But two can play at this game.

"So why didn't you?" Hands play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, a shiver runs down his spine.

"You," A poke to your nose, "were in no mindset to give me permission, pretty girl. Not to mention, you were keeping those pretty lips shut." As he mentions your lips, he glances down at them. You readjust your body so your tits brush his chest. Nipples hardening at the sensation.

"Now I'm thinking about how much I missed out." You try, wanting to get one response in particular from Joel.

"Well, what my baby wants, she gets." Joel says matter-of-factly. Grabbing your hips and pulling you to lay down beneath him. You feel his hardening member brush your thigh.

"Mr. Miller, already so hard again?" You question the sound of fake astonishment in your voice.

"Shut up and let the whole neighborhood hear how good I make you feel. Gonna get you so full of my cum, sugar."

Needless to say, neither you nor Joel left the bed that day.

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bitchinbarzal · 3 months

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waiting | R Mcgroarty

summary: song fic for waiting by norah jones

Hush now watch the stars fall Into a fire wall

I am waiting here Waiting for you to come home

You stood shivering on the side of the road, wrapped in that foil blanket the firefighters had given you.

You watched with watery eyes as they finally pulled him from the car.

It felt like an out of body experience watching his lifeless body lay in the street before they finally covered it up.

Luca screamed your name from behind the yellow tape until the police let him through, the rest of the team still there watching.

He ran to you, standing infront of you and taking your eyes off Rutger for once this evening.

“Y/N, what’s happened? What’s going on? Are you-“

You mumbled softly “He’s dead… he died Luca, Rut is dead” before dropping the foil blanket to show him your blood stained hands.

He held your shaking hands “It’s gonna be ok”

“He’s gone…”

Melting icy snow l am waiting here, Waiting for you to come home

As the semester carried on, the world continued to spin around you.

You went back to that intersection everyday.

You sat on the bench across from where it happened, you could still hear the tires screeching and the yelling. You can feel that blood soaking your hands when you fired to shake him awake.

You sat at the intersection just hoping he’d roll up to that stop sign and call for you to hop in.

You felt sick.

You’d been feeling sick lately, tired and moody too. The doctor said it wasn’t out with the norm for victims of trauma to suffer these side effects even two months on.

You didn’t like sleeping because it would happen all over again infront of you while you slept.

The boys took turns sleeping on your couch to keep an eye on you. Majority of the time they’d end up in your bed holding you as it was the only way to sleep, when you’d wake up you’d forget for a split second that it wasn’t Rutger holding you.

Those few seconds were the best few seconds in your day.

Now, they were holding back your hair as your projectile vomited into the toilet bowl.

Mark’s hand rubbed small circles in your lower back, coaxing you through “You should see a doctor”

“I did, she said it was fine”

“This” he gestured to you “isn’t fine! This isn’t grief, I mean if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were pregnant”

His comment made your body run stiff “What?”

“I said-“

“I know what you said Mark! What if I’m- I think you’re right” realization settled over your body when you slumped down against his leg to think of your missed periods, sickness, mood changes all were excused as grief.

Your head dropped onto Mark’s knee while you sniffled softly. His hand combed through your hair “You good?”

“I really, really wish you were Rut”

When will I ever learn that If I wait it doesn't mean you will return

You sat in the damp grass with your head leaning onto the side of the stone.

“She thinks you’re a little weird for not coming to the appointments” you commented, shifting to get comfortable “How awkward would it be if I told her where you really were”

It felt weird to joke and not hear his laugh in return.

Sighing, you pull the envelope out of your jacket pocket “find out together, eh?”

“I miss you baby, so much” you start, hands shaking with the envelope in them “This is so scary going through this, I really want to just hold your hand Rut… I’m waiting for you to just come home”

You paused for a moment as if waiting for an answer and when it didn’t come you continued opening the envelope.

“Okay… three, two, one-“ you pulled the paper out, the blue writing confronting you head on.

A tsunami of emotions hit you at once and you began sobbing

“A boy, our boy… your boy, you’re coming home to me Rut”

“Come home”

Now all the stars have gone, cracks of dawn

Towards the end of your pregnancy things got better. You spent less time at the intersection and more time painting his room.

You smiled now which nobody had seen in a long time. You were excited about things and it made everyone so happy.

You called his sister everyday to give updates on babyboy, listening to her as she’d tell the bump stories of his dad.

You also told him stories. The ones where you fell in love, the things you wanted him remembered for.

“Your daddy is the best person ever, but you already know that he’s keeping you safe before he sends you home to me”

I'm waiting here, Waiting for you to come home.

He came early.

The baby wasn’t due in March, he wasn’t due yet.

You panicked, crying for Rutger to hold your hand and sobbing when you realized that wasn’t an option.

“I want Rut!” You cried, squeezing Luca’s hand

“I know, it’s ok”

“It’s not ok! This isn’t-“

Luca pulled your phone off the table and fiddled about with it until he pressed play.

“Hey pretty girl, just calling to check in” it was Rutgers voice, a voicemail he’d left when you were studying late one night “I love you, you can do this! You can do anything”

When his voice stopped you cried “What-“

“You heard him Y/N, you can do it… he trusted you”

You heard his voice the whole night coaxing you through it, you just thought of him.

He finally arrived, perfect and healthy. Like he was right one time. Heaven sent.

Rutger McGroarty Jr

30 March. 06:25am

You held him in your arms, rocking him back and forth.

“You came home to me, you’re finally home… I’ve been waiting for you”

#rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty imagine

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wonderlandwalker · 4 months

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Gentoo Penguins | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: At the anniversary of a bad memory of yours, James can't quite figure out yet why you're avoiding him. But he doesn't give up easily.

Content Warnings/Tags: Angsty with a fluff ending (like everything I write), reader is Sirius' sister but it's not very obvious, crying, mentions of nudity, stubborn James, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This one I had been working on for the past few days but finally found the right mindset to finish it! Send me a request if you think of something I can write <3

It was Friday, and you hadn’t seen each other the whole week. This was caused by him having classes all week at the other side of the castle, and you just starting a new course because of which you barely had any free time.

He waited outside the classroom for your class to end. When you finally stepped out, he wouldn’t have recognized you if it wasn’t for the fact that he had your face memorized to the smallest detail by now. You looked like you had barely slept the entire week. You also looked like she had been dragged through the gardens in the courtyard.

“What the bloody hell happened to you, eh?” He asked you, and you turned your head after hearing his voice.

“Nice to see you too.” You sarcastically muttered back to him.

“Alright, I’m sorry okay? How’s your week been?” He sais, while catching up with you walking down the corridor.

“Been better, what are you doing here James?” You asked, still not looking at him.

This caught him off guard a little, not expecting you to question spending time together.

“Catching up with you, love, thought we could go do something together” He said back, while shrugging his shoulders a little. Maybe you really weren’t in the mood to spend time with him, or anyone for that matter. You turned your head towards him, and he could almost see the tension dripping from your face, your muscles strained but your eyes weak.

“I’m sorry James, but I’m really not in the mood for anything” You told him, your voice sounding choked up.

“Well, then let’s just do nothing?” He suggested. You clearly didn’t wanna argue, and instead continued walking towards your dorm, so he followed you.

You reached your dorm and walked inside, leaving the door open for him to follow after, at least that was a good sign, he thought. Lily was there too, along with Marlene.

“I’m gonna take a shower” you muttered, walking into the bathroom.

Once you were inside, he walked over to Lily, thinking she might know what was going on.

“What’s up with her?” he asked.

She looked at him like he was growing a second head and simply called him an idiot, not telling him anything else before walking out of the room, probably on her way to the library. He looked over at Marlene, and she just rolled her eyes at him shortly, before going back to the book she was reading. So he decided to take a seat on your bed until you came back.

Not long after, you walked out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around your body and drying your hair with another one. You walked over to your wardrobe and picked something to wear. He was still watching you when you dropped the towel to get dressed. At the sudden reveal of your figure, James quickly realized he should look away, so he looked over to Marlene, who looked amused at the blush that was crawling up him. You finished getting dressed and walked over to the door, walking out while calling after yourself:

“Are you coming or not?”

Your change in demeanor startled him a little, but he quickly followed you.

“I thought we could go feed the plimpys by the lake.” He suggested once he caught up, but you didn’t seem appealed by the answer.

“I know, let’s go to the astronomy tower, it will be good, come on.” He said, tugging you forward a little.

You reached the top and settled down next to him, your knees pulled up to your chest, arms hugging your legs and your head resting on his shoulder.

He had always loved it when you played and fooled around, but he loved these moments most of all. When it was just the two of you, and you seemed so in your element when you leaned against him. The smell of your citrus shampoo lingering in the air.

You were staring at the sky and he swore, he could have looked at you forever if you let him. But after a while, he looked up to the sky with you, and let his own head lean on top of yours.

He remembered all the other times you had come up here. It was usually at the end of each year, the both of you relaxing at the thought of a warm summer to come. Sometimes you would come up here when one of you was stressing out too much, and the other lugged them along. You would be up here for hours, it usually already being deep in the night when you went back down. When he was stressed out, and you dragged him up here, he would get lost in your eyes, the way the moonlight reflected in them, it always calmed him down, and he would always be so grateful.

It wasn't until he heard you sniffle softly, your body starting to shake lightly, that he tore himself from his thought. He looked over at you, and you had closed your eyes. He tilted your chin up towards him and you opened your eyes, still avoiding his gaze. Your eyes looked glossy and dull, and it bothered him that he didn't know the reason you were crying, that he didn't know how to help.

“Hey, darling, look at me. Please.”

You finally looked at him but it broke his heart a little. Both rage and calmness came over him at the same time. He wanted to punch whatever had caused her this sadness, but he also wanted to comfort you, make you feel better and make you forget the reason you were even sad to begin with.

You parted your lips to start talking, but nothing came out. Wanting to give you the time you needed, he gently let your head fall back on his shoulder and took your hand in his, placing soft kisses against it in an attempt to calm you down.

After a few minutes, you started talking.

“It’s been exactly a year now.” was all you said, before closing your eyes again. And when he thought back, he started to remember the moment you were talking about. Last April, you had made plans one weekend to go to Hogsmeade, and when he went to pick you up from your dorm, he had already heard the cries before the door was even open. He knocked on it and heard Marlene telling him to go away, I knocked again and told her it was me, hoping she’d let me in so I could see what was wrong. Marlene probably knew it was a hopeless cause to get him to leave, so she told him to come in.

You were lying with your head on Marlene’s lap, crying your eyes out while she was stroking your hair. He had no idea what to do, he had never seen you this upset before. He tried to comfort you, but you didn't react to him. After a little bickering, Marlene convinced him to go away, that she could handle it, and that you didn't want to talk to anyone anyway.

After that night you had avoided him for almost a month, and when he finally managed to see you again, it seemed like part of you was still broken. He tried to ask her a few times what was wrong, but each time he did your eyes teared up and you simply told him you didn't want to talk about it. he tried asking Marlene too, but she kept telling him you would tell him when you were ready. He stopped asking after a while, not liking the way your usual smile broke down when he brought it up.

“It was right in the middle of the great hall, everyone was looking at me. I thought they would at least have had the grace to send me a normal letter, not a howler.” You started to choke up as you were talking, and it took all of his willpower to let you continue, having the urge to pull you into him and console you. But he let you continue.

“They disowned me right in front of the whole school, everyone heard it happen, it was so horrible.” You told me while you started to cry, clinging to him more and more. “It’s not like I was ever close to them, but it still hurt.”

He remembers when you told him childhood stories from your time in the Black household. It left you with trauma, but it was still family. You would recollect the small victories and tell him about them each time. And each time he would cheer for you, be happy for you, even though he was dying to make you see you deserved so much more.

“Sirius was still there of course, but I couldn't talk to Regulus anymore, he avoided me for so long. I think he was just scared as well, but it still hurt.” It was quiet for a while, but he could feel that you weren't done talking, so he waited for you to continue.

“The last time I had talked to him we got into an argument. He was upset that I was spending so much time with Sirius and with you guys, he said it would only lead to trouble. I guess he was right.”

“Hey, look at me, yeah?” James couldn't take it anymore.

“Do you remember when my mum got a bad case of dragon pox? I didn't want to talk to anyone, I shut everyone out, but you helped me through it.” He can see your eyes again through all the tears, and it prompts him to continue. “You brought me slushies in the middle of the night when I refused to leave the dorm, Merlin only knows where you even got them. You made me laugh when your tongue turned blue, it had been the first time I laughed all week.” You’re smiling now as well, and he swears his grin is gonna make his cheeks hurt.

“You were there for me, even when I told you I wanted to be alone, you saw right through me. And I will be there for you, I will always be here for you, whenever or wherever you need me.” Your tears have stopped now and there is a sense of bliss that covers you. So James continues

“Do you remember, a couple of years ago, you got this obsession with penguins? You told me all about them. You told me about when they were first discovered, and the scientists named them ‘strange geese’. You told me a group of penguins is called a raft. You told me this one extinct species would grow up to 1,5 meters tall, now that one I didn't believe at first. But the one I remember most is the Gentoo penguin. You told me about how they are one of the few penguin species that mate for life, even when they lose each other for a while, they always find their way back in the moments that matter.”

He tilted your chin up to meet his gaze while he spoke. “Be my Gentoo penguin.”

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enchantedlandcoffee · 9 months

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Hold On I Still Need You • Part One

Okay, angst warning! There is an injury (not graphic) but it does get very emotional. I do promise though that nobody dies.

Mood board by me (it does have audio so please brace yourself)

Enjoy!

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"Please pick up. Please, please, please..." Harry muttered, biting the tip of his thumb as he listened to the phone ring.

You have reached the voicemail of-

"Fuck!" Harry's phone dropped to his bed as he began pacing his room, mumbling to himself as he tugged at his hair.

It had been four days. Four days since he had heard from him. Four days since he'd woken up to an empty bed. Four days since- No. No, he couldn't, wouldn't, think of that. He needed to be strong. If not for himself, then for Louis.

He paused his pacing and stared at the phone on his bed, the blank screen almost mocking him as he debated his next move.

He'd already messaged and called everyone that Louis would go to, desperate for a sign that he was okay. When that failed, he'd run around their town, visiting Louis' favourite places to go.

There was one place Harry hadn't searched, that he couldn't bring himself to search just yet.

Maybe it was the fear of not finding Louis there, or worse, finding Louis there of all places. There with all the memories he'd tried so hard to forget.

He couldn't even ask one of his friends or family to go there. Not after what happened last time. Not after he'd almost lost him.

"Louis, get down from there," Harry called as Louis grabbed hold of a precariously balanced plank of wood, ignoring the younger boy's pleas, "Louis, please!"

"Come on, Haz, it's perfectly safe, look." Louis chuckled, as he moved his foot from the tree trunk to a branch close to him.

The crack that followed would haunt Harry for the rest of his life, as would the scream that escaped his own mouth as Louis fell to the ground.

It was like Harry's body had froze, a helpless feeling filling him as he stared at Louis on the ground, limbs at an odd angle and barely moving.

A weak groan from the fallen boy made Harry spring into motion, rushing to Louis' side and falling down to his knees.

"Lou?!" Harry called, hands hovering over Louis' body, hesitant to touch him. "Lou, can you hear me?"

A pained whimper came from Louis' mouth, his hand moving as if it was searching for something. Harry cautiously placed his hand near Louis', nearly crying when the boy grabbed hold of it tightly.

"I'm here, Lou. I got you." Harry whispered as he used his free hand to pull out his phone, shakily dialling emergency services and placing the phone on speaker.

"Emergency services, which service do you require?"

"Um...ambulance, please." Harry answered, voice shaky as he gripped Louis' hand tightly.

"Putting you through now, love."

"Stay with me, Lou," Harry whispered, shuffling forward and bringing Louis' hand to his chest, "Stay with me."

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Please let me know your thoughts (if you need to yell at me, that is absolutely fine). Part Two should be out sometimes soon (let me know if you'd like to be tagged)

~ Ash <3

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punkette1026 · 6 months

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Baby Moon Part 3-Surprises and Arrivals

Summary:

As your baby moon comes to a close, a surprise from Joel creates huge misunderstanding threatens your entire happiness. Later on Joel finds that Ben isn't dealing well with the new baby.

Here is the finale of Baby Moon. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions for other Joel fics. Thank!

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Baby Moon Series

It had been a glorious baby moon so far for you and Joel. The days were filled with sightseeing, dining at the most amazing restaurants, and all the loving that you could want. Every morning or night you went to be completely satisfied in the arms of your amazing husband. His brown puppy dog eyes would stare down at you as he caressed your growing belly. You loved every minute of it.

However, this morning was completely different. Instead of his warm arms surrounding you, you were met with cold sheets and no sign of your husband anywhere. A chill came over your naked body as you got out of bed and put on a robe before going off in search of your missing husband. As you slowly crept into the living room, you could hear him talking to someone outside on the patio.

“Hey, it’s me…ya, this place is incredible. I’m so glad ya talked me into comin here. I owe ya one, that’s for sure…So how are things at home? Ya missing me yet…Well I miss ya too and I will be back before ya know it. Maybe we can get a bite to eat or something.”

Who the hell was he talking to?

“She’s still inside asleep…No, no I promise she doesn’t suspect a thing. I jus wish I would have done this a while ago…That’s what worries me. I don’t know how she will react ‘specially with the baby…Ya, ya, I’m sure you’re right. Everything will be fine. I’ll let ya know how it goes…not like she can kick me out of the hotel room right…okay, okay, ya sounds good…Miss ya too, but I’ll talk to ya later…okay bye.”

As soon as he hung up, you quickly went back to the bedroom with so many thoughts going through your mind. Who was on the other line? What weren’t you suspecting? Why would you react to the point where he would be sleeping on the couch? You didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or what, but something didn’t sit right in your stomach.

Hearing Joel walking towards the bedroom, you took off your robe and got back into bed pretending to still be asleep. As soon as you closed your eyes and pulled the covers over yourself, you heard the door open, and he walked in.

You could hear him sigh as he set his phone down on the dresser, then walk over to his side of the bed where he got back in next to you. You felt him shift closer as he wrapped his arms around you. You tried your hardest not to jump at his cold skin making contact with you. “Are ya still asleep darlin? It’s nearly 10:30” he asked as he peppered you with kisses.

“I’m…I’m too tired to get up right now. do you have any plans for us today?” you asked hoping he would let something slip.

“No, not really. I mean I do have some stuff to take of today before we leave, but other than that, nothin. Why don’t ya try to get some more sleep and when I get back, we can go for a walk along the beach. How does that sound?”

Again, you felt your stomach drop. What other things did he need to take care of before you left? You were pretty sure all you had to do was check out at the front counter and that’s it. This was so unlike Joel. He never kept secrets from you.

“Darlin, ya didn’t fall back asleep on me did ya?” he asked when you got quiet.

“No, I’m still awake and yeah that sounds good. Go do whatever it is you need to do, and I’ll see you later,” you sighed.

Joel, always quick to know when your mood changed, so he rolled you over to get a good look at you, “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? Talk to me darlin.”

You again wanted to tell him what you heard, but when you opened your mouth, another lie came out, “I’m fine Joel. Baby girl just kept me up all night that’s all. She is turning out to be a bit of a night owl.” You hated bringing your daughter into this, but it was the only thing you could think of at the time.

“Shit, I’m sorry darlin. Ya should have woken me up.” Joel then pulled the sheet down and moved down till he faced your belly. “Listen here little one, daddy isn’t too happy with ya right now. Ya need to let your mommy sleep, so she can help you grow until you are ready to come meet us. I shouldn’t be putting all the blame on ya though. We haven’t been exactly letting ya sleep either,” he chuckled before placing kiss on your belly. “I think you and mommy need to take a nap and daddy will be back later. Are ya sure you’ll be okay till I get back darlin?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. If I can’t fall back asleep, maybe I’ll take a hot bath to relax,” you sighed. You just wanted to close your eyes and forget what you heard and were thinking.

Joel seemed to hesitate for a moment. It was as if he was looking into your eyes to make sure that you were telling the truth and you knew that he wasn’t going to leave until he knew you were really okay. So, you played into it, you lightened your facial expression and ran your hand through his dark curls, “I’m fine baby. Go do what you need to. If I need anything, I’ll make sure to call you, I promise.”

That seemed to do the trick because he turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand before he pulled the covers back over your body. “I promise I should be back in about an hour or two. I love you darlin,” he whispered leaning down to kiss your lips.

“I love you too Joel. See you in a bit.”

Once he got up and went to the bathroom to get ready, you let out a sigh which almost turned into a sob. As much as you didn’t want to think what you were thinking, you couldn’t help fear the worst. You also didn’t know why you couldn’t just ask him what was going on. It was like there was a block between your brain and mouth and your anxiety filled brain was winning.

You knew Joel Miller was the most loyal man in the world and he would never jeopardize what you and he had. However, there was little voice in the back of your head that said otherwise. You couldn’t help but think back to the past few months and how he had been staying late at work. You remembered a conversation with your sister-in-law Maria a while ago, when you asked her how Tommy was doing with working later into the night like Joel. Maria surprised you when she said Tommy had been coming home on time like he was supposed to. Then you thought back to how nervous he had been last night and seemed on edge after he made love to you. How he kept checking and rechecking his phone instead of being in the moment with you. And now he is getting a mysterious call. It just didn’t make any sense.

There is just no way, you thought to yourself. There is no way Joel is cheating.

You laid there for what felt like hours, but it was really only twenty minutes. You tried to go back to sleep before Joel came out of the bathroom, but it was no use. Hearing the handle of the bathroom door, you quickly dried the tears from the face and snuggled deeper into the covers. You heard him quietly shuffle all throughout the room gathering up his things before he walked back over to the bed and leaned to give you a gentle sweet kiss on your lips, “Sleep well darlin. I love you.”

You waited until he not only left the room, but the entire hotel room before you moved from your spot. You let out a frustrated sigh as you sat there contemplating what to do next. Maybe a nice hot bath like you said would ease your mind and body.

Getting up and taking your phone with you, you headed to the bathroom to draw you up a nice bubble bath. As you waited for the water to fill, you sat at the tubs edge rubbing your pregnant belly, “Don’t worry baby girl. Mommy is just freaking out over nothing. I’m sure everything is just fine daddy.”

Turning off the water, you carefully lowered yourself down into the bubbles. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as the hot water felt amazing on your sore muscles. You closed your eyes and tried to relax listening to the waves outside crash against the shore. It seemed to be working as you felt yourself start to calm down. You started to think a little clearer now. You felt like you were jumping to conclusions without any solid proof. Making a big deal out of nothing. Joel would never betray you like that and risk ruining the life and family that you’ve built together. He was smarter than that.

However, that little voice of anxiety and fear reared its ugly head yet again. It told you that before you were willing to let everything go and just see what Joel had planned, you needed a second opinion. So, you picked up your phone and dialed the one person who would be able to ease your mind, Maria.

“Hey girl, how’s paradise?” she answered on the first ring.

“It’s umm…it’s paradise alright. Can’t really complain. It’s all been amazing,” you replied flatly.

“Then why does it sound like someone stole your dog? Is everything okay? Did you and Joel have a fight or something?”

At first you hesitated to tell her, but you needed her advice, “I…I don’t know Maria. It…it…it may just be my wild imagination or just hormones, but I can’t shake the feeling that Joel is doing something that he isn’t supposed to. I…I…I think he may be cheating on me.”

Maria couldn’t help but laugh at your accusation, to which you didn’t know whether to take offense or breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, but you can’t be serious. There is just no way.”

“But it is possible Maria. Why the hell would he be the only one “working late” then or why is he suddenly glued to his phone? Not to mention the phone call that I heard.”

“What phone call?”

You couldn’t help but shutter as you relived what you heard, “I don’t know who he was talking to, but he kept saying how much he missed them and wanted them to be here. He said something about him planning something and keeping me in the dark. He said that it was something that he should have done awhile ago but he is afraid of how I would react. It sounds like it’s bad enough that I’m going to make him sleep on the couch for. Has…has he talked or said anything to you or to Tommy?”

“No sweetie he hasn’t, but there is no way Joel is cheating on you. There has to be another explanation. He loves you with all his heart and he would never do anything to betray you like that. Are you sure he wasn’t talking to Sarah?”

“I thought about that too, but it didn’t sound like it. I’m telling you Maria, something is off. He has never kept secrets from me.”

As you continued to talk, on Maria’s end, Tommy had walked in from outside. She quickly waved him over and made sure her phone was on mute before so you couldn’t hear them. “What’s going on?” Tommy mouthed to her.

Maria ran her hand over her face in frustration, “We have a bit of a problem. You need to call Joel.”

“Is everything alright?”

Maria shook her head as she continued to listen you rant, “No, you need to call him now Tommy.” As her husband did what he was told, Maria got back on the phone with you, “Sweetie, sweetie, I need you to listen to me okay. Everything is going to be okay. I have faith in Joel and I’m sure all this is one big misunderstanding that we are all going to laugh about later. Where are you now?”

“I’m in the tub trying to calm down,” you cried. “Joel left a while ago, but I don’t know where he went.”

“Look, I really think you should try to enjoy your bath and relax. Talk to Joel when he gets back. That’s the only way you’ll be able to clear your head. All this unneeded stress isn’t good for the baby.” Tommy then came back into the room with his brother on the phone this time. “Listen sweetie, I need to go. Tommy just got home. I’ll talk to him and see if he has talked to Joel at all. Just try to relax for me, okay. We will get to the bottom of this.”

“I’ll try,” you sniffed still having a hard time with the situation. You did know one thing though, you needed to talk to Joel, and you were going to do that as soon as he got home.

Meanwhile, Maria had taken the phone from Tommy feeling awful for lying to her best friend, “Joel, it’s me, we have a situation. Where are you?”

“I’m at the airport walking to the arrival gate. What’s going on?” he asked nervously. He tried to get information from his brother, but Tommy was in the dark about it too. “Was there an issue with the flight?”

“As far as I know everyone got on the flight fine. Your wife however just called me practically bawling her eyes out.”

“What, why?! What the fuck happened? She was sound asleep when I left,” Joel was really starting to freak out now. He was afraid something had happened to her or the baby. It was enough to make him turn around and started walking back to the garage where he parked his rental car.

Maria, at this point, had to get up and take something for the headache that was developing. “Well, she isn’t now idiot! She heard your phone call with Tommy and now some how she thinks that you are cheating on her.”

Joel who was now running, stopped dead in his tracks, “She thinks what?”

“You heard me. She is currently in the tub thinking you would rather be there with your supposed mistress than her.”

“Why on earth would she think that? I’d rather die than stick my dick where it doesn’t belong.”

“Well besides your nonstop texting with dumbass #2 (Tommy), she knows that you have been working late on purpose.”

“Well of course I’ve been working late,” Joel shouted. “How the hell was I supposed to afford our initial trip and then all this. Ugh, this is so messed up. I went to check on her after our call and I could have sworn she was asleep. Dammit, I knew something was up with her. Why the hell didn’t she just talk to me?”

Maria just sighed, “You know how her anxiety gets and I’m sure the pregnancy hormones aren’t helping either. I know you wanted to do this grand surprise, but Joel, you need to tell her sooner rather than later. All this stress isn’t good for her or the baby.”

“I know, I know, I just really wanted to surprise her. I wanted to do one last special thing for her before the baby came,” Joel could feel his eyes start to swell up with tears. This was the last thing he thought would happen and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

“You can still surprise her Joel. Just head back to the hotel as soon as you are done there and talk to her. Explain everything to her and I’m positive this will end well for you. You can still make this all work in your favor.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry you got pulled into all this. I really wish you guys were here with us too. We owe you a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it. We love you guys and as much as we would like to be there with you all, someone needs to hold this place down while you are gone. Too many projects to deal with. Now go get your girl.”

As Joel figured out what he was going to do when he got back, you had finally got out of the tub feeling somewhat better. You were still feeling a little uneasy but were going to power through and enjoy yourself before your talk with Joel.

So, you ordered yourself a gourmet breakfast from room service and took your meal outside on the patio to eat. You listened and spectated to the busy beach in front of you. Laughter of children filled the air while shouts from a nearby volleyball game peaked your interest. You kept turning your head back and forth between the two. You found yourself lingering longer on the children building a sandcastle that kept getting destroyed by the waves. Oh, how you missed your own two children and wished that they were there with you. You missed their giggles, their love, and their cuddles. As far as things went now, all you wanted was to go home and be with them again. It just wasn’t paradise without them.

Long after your breakfast and people watching, you found yourself at the water’s edge, watching the waves come in and out. You were so entranced that you didn’t hear Joel come up behind you. “Darlin, I think we need to talk.”

“Why, so you can break it to me gently? Afraid of how I’ll react?”

Joel winced at your tone. He was so screwed, “So you did hear me. I swear to you darlin, it’s not even remotely close to what you are thinking. If you just let me, explain…”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“Darlin I…”

You finally turned around to face him and your eyes were filled with anger. You decided that you weren’t going to waste anymore tears on this man. Joel could sense your anger because he took a step back as if he was afraid. “I don’t want to hear your darlin or anything else from you. Just answer the question Miller, are you cheating on me?”

“No, I ain’t cheatin on you goddammit. Stop saying that shit,” he responded equally as annoyed. “I have not and will not ever cheat on you. I’m a little hurt and pissed off that you would ever think that!”

“But I heard…”

“No, my turn to talk. What you heard was a phone call between me and Tommy,” Joel growled and stepped closer to you. You couldn’t help but feel like a child that was about to get a talking too. “I was giving him an update on what was going on here. He and Maria have been in one my surprise to you since the beginning.”

“Okay, but that still doesn’t explain…”

“Me working late? That was so I could make a little more cash so we could extend our stay here. I was doing some extra projects for some of our customers.” He stepped even closer to you and pulled you into his arms, “I promise you on my life darlin, I would never ever cheat on you. You are the only one I will ever want and need. You are it for me darlin.”

You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was telling you the truth. You could hear it all in his voice. When you looked up at him, you could see it too. All the love that he had for you was reflected in his big brown puppy dog eyes. “Oh Joel!” you cried, throwing your arms around him. “I’m so sorry. I feel like such an idiot. I really don’t know what I was thinking.”

Joel chuckled in your embrace and held you tight, “It’s alright darlin. We’ll just chalk it up to your hormones being out of whack.”

“Sounds good to me,” you laughed releasing Joel to wipe your tears from your face, “And for the record, I’m sure that I’m going to love whatever it is that you have planned.”

You watched as his demeanor changed again as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah so about that. I was going to do it later on this evening, but I was in the middle of picking it up when Maria called. I knew I had to get back here as soon as possible, so I didn’t have time to present it like I wanted to.”

You once again felt guilty as you could tell he wanted to put everything he had into this surprise. “Oh baby, I am so, so sorry. I’m sure that I’m going to love it no matter what.”

“I know you darlin. Why don’t you turn around and look.”

You instantly grew excited yet nervous. Talking a deep breath, you slowly turned around and felt your breath get caught in your throat. Standing behind you were your parents, Ben, and Sarah. “Mommy!” Ben shouted and ran towards you as fast as his little legs could carry him.

“My baby,” you cried as you took him into your arms. “What are you guys doing here?”

“I know that this was supposed to be our baby moon, but it was a little selfish to have this place all to ourselves. Also with baby girl coming, I figured we could probably have one last family vacation before she gets here.”

You managed to pull yourself away from planting kisses all over Sarah and Ben’s faces and pulled Joel down towards you to give him a kiss of his own. “This is the best present ever baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet darlin. There is one more surprise left. It’s another reason why I wanted our family here.”

You watched as he slowly got down on one knee.

“Joel…”

“Darlin…baby, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now and I couldn’t think of a better place to do it. When I first proposed to you and we decided to elope instead, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad that I wasn’t able to give you the dream wedding that you deserved. You deserved to be surrounded by your family with your dad walking you down the aisle. You deserved a wedding that you could gossip about for years. So, when we decided to come here, I knew that this was the place to make all that come true. I started working late so I could afford tickets and an extra hotel room. I also bought us an extra week here for some family fun. Darlin, the love of my life, as we stand here surrounded by those we love, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife again?”

You watched with tears streaming down your face as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a ring box. When he opens it, your heart stops. It was your grandmother’s wedding ring. The ring you kept asking your mother for, but she claimed to have lost it.

“What to do say darlin? My knees are sort of killin me here.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

You had always known Joel to have steady hands, but as he reached for your hand to put the ring on, you could see them shake. Once the ring was safely on your finger, Joel stood up and pulled you into his arms, placing a romantic kiss on your lips. You were so in the moment that you both didn’t hear the cheers and congratulations coming from your family. You never in your life dreamed of something like this happening.

“I love you darlin,” Joel sweetly whispered resting his head on yours.

“I love you too baby. Thank you for all of this. This baby moon has been the best experience of my life.”

Joel was about to tell you something, but Ben, who was tired of the love stuff, let out a big groan, “Can we go play in the water now?”

Everyone let out a chuckle as they looked down at the five-year-old. “Oh, how I missed you, bubba,” Joel smiled lifting his son up in the air. “Let daddy go get changed and then we can go play in the water.” He gave you one more kiss before he sprinted back to the room to change.

That left you to receive hugs and kisses from your parents and Sarah. It was so nice to see them again even though it had only been a few days. Once Joel came back, he took the kids into the water while you stayed behind with your parents watching your family play.

Later that evening, Joel surprised you by remarrying you under the stars. Just like he said, you had your father and mother walk you down the aisle, while Sarah served as your bride’s maid and Ben served as Joel’s best man. That night you vowed to continue loving and respecting each other. To continue raising your family with good morals and values, and to never let anything tear you apart. For you, it was the perfect fairytale wedding. You even facetimed Tommy and Maria who were planning a big party for you when you got home.

After the wedding and a nice family dinner together, you and Joel parted ways where he took you back to your hotel room and made love to you for hours. You ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms with big smiles on your faces. This certainly was the best baby moon ever.

4 months later…

It was currently four in the morning, and everyone was gathering at the hospital where you had just given birth to your baby girl. Everyone was impatiently waiting for Joel to come out and update everyone on how things went.

As the proud grandparents and aunt and uncle speculated on the baby’s height and weight, Sarah noticed Ben hanging out in the corner by himself. Being the protective big sister that she was, Sarah went over and sat next to him, “Hey buddy, what’s going on?”

Ben turned to look at her with tears in his eyes, “Do mommy and daddy still love me?”

Sarah just looked at her brother in shock, “Awe Ben, of course they still love you. Why would you say that?”

“Because they had another baby. Ryan from school said when mommies and daddies have babies, they don’t love you anymore.”

“Oh, Benny come here,” Sarah said immediately pulling her crying brother into her arms. “Just because mommy and daddy had another baby doesn’t mean they don’t love you. Look, they still love me even though they had you. I promise you that mommy and daddy will still love you just like they love the new baby.”

Sarah could see that Joel had come out and was currently informing everyone on how you were doing. She gently placed Ben back on the seat when she went to go get her dad. Ben needed to hear from Joel that he still loved him. “Hey dad, how’s mom?”

“She’s doing amazing! Baby girl is doing great too. A little on the small side, only 6 pounds, but she is doing great. You can go in and see them. We want you kids to see her first,” he smiled with joy. “Where’s bubba?”

“Hey’s over there, but dad, Benny is freaking out. A boy at school told him that you don’t love him anymore because you had another baby,” Sarah flinched knowing her dad would lose his shit.

“A boy said what?!” Joel shouted, causing everyone in the waiting room to turn and look at him.

Sarah’s cheeks grew red with embarrassment, “Dad, please don’t cause a scene. Just go talk to him. What room is mom in?”

“451, but don’t tell her about Ben alright. Let me handle this,” he then gave Sarah a big hug before sending her on her way. You were already exhausted and he didn’t want you to worry.

Inside Joel was fuming. Of course, he would never hurt a child, but as soon as he found out who the kid’s dad was, he was going to kick his ass. That would be later though. Right now, Joel knew that had to bury his anger and focus all his love and attention on his son. So just like Sarah, he went and sat down next to Ben pulling him into his lap, “Hey bubba, mommy is asking for you. Do you want to go meet your baby sister?”

“No!” Benny shouted and tried to hop off Joel’s lap. It broke Joel’s heart to see his son so upset.

“Ben stop it. Look, your sister told me that you think we don’t love you anymore. Is that true?”

“Ryan at school said…”

“Hey, hey look at me Ben,” Joel said softly as he lifted his son’s face to look up at him, “I don’t care what Ryan said. I want to know how you feel. Talk to me bubba, you don’t have to be scared.”

Ben’s eyes swelled up with tears as he pouted his little lip, “Will…will you still love the same as the new baby? You won’t forget about me?”

Joel was trying his hardest to keep himself in check. Ben almost had him in tears as well. He thought the both of you had prepared him enough for the baby’s arrival. You had one on one time with him making sure to give him all the love and attention that he needed. You had even sat down with him and explained that even though the baby may need more attention, he could come to you for snuggles and kisses whenever he wanted.

“Oh bubba, of course we aren’t going to forget about you. We love you. You are our baby boy. Our one and only son. Yes, the baby may need mommy and daddy a little bit more at times, but I promise that we are going to be there for you whenever you need it.”

“Can we still play trucks?”

“Of course, we can still play trucks. Daddy will even go buy you a new one. And you know what?”

“What?” Ben asked excitedly.

“You even get to help out with the baby too. You can help me, and mommy feed her and watch her while we make her a bottle or need to change her. She is going to need you to watch out for her Ben, just like how Sarah looks after you. Do you think you can do that? Once daddy goes back to work, he is going to need his little man to protect his mommy and sisters. Can you do that for me, bubba?”

Ben nodded and lifted his arms, showing Joel his little muscles, “Yes daddy. I’ll use my muscles like Spiderman.”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at his son’s cuteness, “Alright bubba you do that. Are you ready to go see mommy?”

“Yes daddy, let’s go!”

Joel then lifted his giggling son over his shoulder giving him a few tickles here and there as they made their way over to your room. He made sure though before they went in, he stopped to explain a few things to his son, “Alright bubba, we are to have to be quiet and calm now okay. Your sister might be sleeping, and mommy is really tired. Can you be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, daddy I will.” Joel loved his son so much. He couldn’t help but give him a kiss on his little head before they went into your room.

“There’s my boys,” you tiredly smiled as they walked into the room and over to the sink to wash their hands. Both you and Sarah listened in on Joel explaining how germs were bad for the baby, so they had to make sure that their hands were always washed. Once they were done Joel brought your son over and placed Ben next to you. “Hey bubby I like your shirt.”

Ben was wearing a blue Big Brother shirt that Maria had picked out for him. “Thanks mommy. Is that my baby sister?” he asked pointing at the pink bundle in your arms.

“Yes, it is buddy. Come closer so she can see you.” With Sarah’s help, Ben moved closer to you and the baby.

“She’s so tiny! Is she gonna get bigger?”

“Of course, she will, you smiled, “One day she will be as big as you are now, but that won’t be for a while.”

“What’s her name mom?” Sarah asked, “I know you and dad were still having trouble deciding.”

Both you and Joel smiled as he took your free hand into his, “We decided to name her Gracelyn, Gracelyn Maria Miller.” You felt it was only right to name her after your best friend and her godmother.

“Can we call her Gracie?” Ben asked as he reached out to touch his sister.

“Of course, we can buddy. Do you want to hold her?”

Ben’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Yes please!”

With tears in your eyes, you handed Gracie over to Joel while Sarah helped Ben sit next to you with a pillow beside him.

“Make sure you hold on tight bubba. She is a wiggly worm,” Joel chuckled as he placed his youngest daughter into the arms of her brother. He then took out his phone and began taking pictures.

“Look mommy, I’m doing it!”

“Yes, you are buddy, good job,” you cried.

This is what life was all about. Your relationship with Joel was stronger than ever, you had three perfect healthy kids, and that’s all that really mattered. You didn’t need anything else in life, because in your eyes, your had everything you needed right in front of you.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨ BOOKS AND SHEEP✨

Summary: Jake is an annoying roommate, plus he does not know the meaning of "personal space". (Callsign: Reaper)

Words: 985

Tags: can be read in relation to the Pillows and Caterpillars. Blurbs about you and Jake being forced to share a room.

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It has been one week since Jake knocked at your door in the middle of the night to tell you that you would have to share your bedroom with him for a while due to water damage in his dorm. After coming to terms with the situation, you decided not to pay attention to him more than you should -- and, above all, you decided to forget about the day you woke up snuggled in his arms. Ultimately, Rooster and Shark did not forget, and they had great pleasure mentioning it to you.

When you enter the bedroom, you can hear the sound of the shower's running water coming from the closed bathroom. Jake has probably come back earlier from his training day, you thought. To be honest you are kind of annoyed by his presence: your bedroom is the only place in the whole base in which you allow yourself to relax completely. This is your haven of peace, the only place in which you can be yourself -- or, at least, it was before Jake came. A long sigh escapes from your juicy lips at the simple thought of seeing Hangman welcomes you with his stupid flat-lipped smile and his everlasting cocky look. You take off your Khaki to put on an oversize NFL jersey and over-the-knee black socks. Now you feel better in your comfy “pajama”.

"Hey, Hangman! I'm home, so if you think about coming out of the bathroom naked, I ask you to reconsider your decision!" You say with a loud voice, trying to overcome the water's sound. He does not answer and, to be true, you don't really care as long as he has heard you. You shake your head and proceed to boil some water for tea before looking for the book you are currently reading each evening. Where the hell did I put it? You think, not able to find the book on your nightstand, nor on any shelves. The shower stops.

"Under the bed." You say with a quiet, almost monotonous voice. In fact, you have the weird habit of putting things under your bed when you start falling asleep. Without further ado, you drop on all four and stick your head under the bed. The said book is, indeed, there. "Fuck", you growl as you realize it is not in your reach. The bathroom door opens, but you don't hear it. Instead of paying attention to your surrounding, you reach out one arm in an attempt to grab your book. Your fingers brush the cover -- you almost get it.

Jake, who had just come out of the bathroom minutes ago, stands behind you with one brow raised. At first, he wonders what you are doing, but his focus soon shifts to your seductive body. An arrogant smile appears on his lips.

"Nice ass. Bend over a little more, Reaper."

"YOU SON OF A B- AAAOUCH!" Jumping at both his voice and his stupid comment, you bump your head against the bed slats.

"Wow, are you okay?" Jake immediately walks to you to help you get out of under the bed without another accident. As soon as you are back on your feet, the precious book in one of your hands, you break free from the pilot's grip.

"Don't touch me, idiot! I'm fine." You growl, bringing your free hand to the back of your head to rub the pain away. The more he knows you, the more he thinks your call sign suits you: cold fingers like Death’s touch and unpredictable reactions . The tall blonde pilot can not help but start laughing while looking at you, "The hell is your problem?!" You snap, almost ready to pounce on him like a wild animal.

"You have something in your hair." His smile stretches even more, showcasing his perfect white teeth. Somehow, seeing his face enlightens with cheerfulness alleviates your bad mood: Hangman is kind of cute.

"Don't move", he says, coming closer. Curious, you raise your eyes to look at his face and frown, wondering what the hell he is going to do. You are not really comfortable with touchy people. Yet, you let Jake pulls little balls of dust off your hair. His movements are candy-coated in indescribable softness, "Sorry. You looked like you had little sheep on your head, and… this is adorable."

Silence falls in the room. You feel suddenly a bit shameful about your maybe-too-brutal reaction. Blood rushes to your cheeks, sending a wave of warmth all over your face. You realize that Jake wears nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water are still scattered here and there on his muscular and hairy chest, like shiny crystal beads.

"There you go." He throws away the last little dusty sheep from your hair, and steps back.

"Th-Thank you."

"Oh my God Reaper, are you becoming nice to me?"

Instead of answering, you turn back to him and jump on the couch, resuming to your activities as if nothing happened. Once you are comfortable, you open your book and start reading, your cheeks still burning -- Admittedly, Jake is extremely attractive, but you'd rather die than admit it.

"What are you reading?"

You roll your eyes and opt for silence. After all, silence is the best response to imbeciles - or at least it is what Phoenix always says. Far from being intimidated by your apparent coldness, Jake's smile sharpens and he joins you on the couch. Rather than sitting next to you, he lays on the whole sofa with his head resting on your naked lap. The sensation of his wet hair on your skin sends a shiver down your spine. Speechless, you look down with a bewildered look on your face, "what the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't know, just want to spend time with you."

Your heart misses a beat at his sweet words. You blink several times. Is this some kind of joke? Is he fucking with you? You can’t help but be suspicious when people are nice with you. Trauma, they said.

He winks.

"You don't know the meaning of personal space, do you?"

"Personal what?" He says with the loveliest smile he can make.

Your soul flickers. What is this weird sensation you feel within? You are probably getting sick. Yeah, what else could it be?

"Alright, but don't talk."

"Yes, Ma'am."

You exhale through your nose and start to read, but as minutes pass you realize that you are not that annoyed anymore. And to everyone's surprise, Jake remains quiet, for he is watching some videos on his smartphone.

At one point, your frozen fingers gently run through his hair and start playing with it.

Jake closes his eyes at your touch, wishing this moment would never end.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Heavy on The Heart

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Since the fall, the readers been struggling with her mental health and, given the state of the world, there's not a lot of resources for them. But they didn't have Joel when it first fell, now they do.

Warnings: Mental health struggles, sadness, angst but happyish ending.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: There was a need for this character apparently so I decided to take it upon myself and write it for the lovely @causeimhappinesss!

On days like these, the world just seems bleaker than other days.

Its the feeling of water in my lungs when I first wake up, a gasping, clearing my throat, uncomfortable feeling that sits in the front of my mind- clear your throat one more time, y/n, it'll go away. But it never does. Instead it gets worse, travels from your heart to your lungs, your life devoted muscle pumping suddenly at the speed of life and banging against your ribs.

Between the drowning feeling and the motorboat running rampant in my chest, it's like a can't breathe, can't afford to get out of bed because it'll just get worse with every step away from my bed that I take.

I know that Joel will be coming soon, picking me up so we can go on runs for the low life's of the city, trading worthless things for things that could eventually help us get to Tommy, to get to safety. But the thought of seeing him makes me want to cry and the thought of having to put a brave face on and fake being completely and utterly miserable and anxious- it makes me more miserable and more anxious.

The knock on my door has me rolling away from it, deciding to face the window instead so the first thing Joel sees aren't the dark bags beneath my eyes and the scowl on my lips. Our frowns will at least match.

He steps into my apartment, I can hear the thick boots thudding against the wood floor until he enters my room cautiously, fingers rapping against the wall as he clears his throat. I give him a simple hum of acknowledgment and my heart begins to beat faster as I watch him step around the bed, eyes finally meeting mine.

"Hey." He whispers, sitting down beside me on the bed with a simple tilt of his head, looking over me with a soft, worried expression. "You okay?" He asks and he reaches out to rest his hand on my hip through the blanket, just his touch makes me want to fold into myself and cry.

"Not feeling up to the run today." I mutter with a tremble, my lip shaking as a cold sweat shines on my body. "You and Tess can go without me." I wave him off, pulling my blanket further up onto my shoulders as I snuggle further into the safety of my bed, wishing nothing but to sink into my mattress completely.

"What're you feelin'?" He asks, leg bouncing nervously.

"I don't want to talk about it." My once sad mood turns sour and I begin to feel angry at Joel for asking me so many questions and it makes me more angry to be angry at Joel for no reason. He doesn't know any better, he's just worried but for some reason by brain chooses to be annoyed by his affection that he rarely shows in the first place.

"Okay." He nods sternly but there's a sense of disapproval in his eyes as he gazes down at me. "But you can," he pauses, rubbing circles into my hip with a soft smile, "talk about it, I mean."

"I know, Joel." I sigh, clutching the blankets to me as I sit up, his eyes suddenly widening at my sudden closeness. His arm adjusts, wrapping around my waist to keep me propped up against him, my fingers busying themselves with messing with the buttons on his jacket. "Sometimes I just wake up and have this elephant sitting on my chest. Especially when I think about leaving the apartment. I just wanna stay here." I let out a sign of relief at my own confession, happy that I had the guts to actually admit it to him of all people. We're not the biggest on feeling things, especially with each other. "It's just hard to exist when the worlds like this."

"You're scaring me." He says suddenly, his voice dropping an octave or two at the fear in my own voice.

"I'll be okay." I smile sadly. "Think I'm in an anxious funk."

"You sound fuckin' depressed." He laughs sadly, reaching up to brush some hair from my eyes, thumb lingering against my cheekbone as I just give him a simple shrug, not knowing what to say.

"Don't make fun of me." I tease and I reach out to shove him playfully.

"I'm not, I promise." He whispers, my whole body relaxing into his touch and the way his eyes look over me, as if I'm protected just by his affectionate, caring, worried gaze. "I'll tell Tess to go at it alone. I'll stay here with you." He goes to get up but I reach out to grab his hand in mine, suddenly feeling a bit of a pep to my step as I begin to think about a day at home with Joel, all to myself.

"Yeah?" I ask with a sigh of relief.

"You seem excited." He chuckles, patting my cheek before making his way to his feet, backing up slowly. "Hold your horses, Tess is out in the hallway. Let me go tell her, alright?" He offers with his hands up in surrender and I nod, sitting with my hands folded in my lap but he gives me a firm gesture to rest. "Lay down."

"I'll wait for you." I nod, falling back onto the bed to get comfortable once more, watching until Joel is out of my sight and I can hear them talking out in the hallway.

I can only imagine how this makes me look in Tess's eyes, maybe weak, stupid, the lesser woman, but I can't find it in me to care when I know that I'll have Joel with me, all day, taking care of me and making sure I get through the day.

"Thank you." I tell Joel when he comes back and he's smiling at me with a cute tilt of his head.

"For?" He grunts an old man grunt as he slides down into the bed beside me, holding an arm out to me so I can slide into his side, curving my body against his and I lay my head on his chest, finally back where I've belonged for days.

"Caring about me." I draw circles on his skin through his flannel, ignoring the heat that's rising to my cheeks.

"Don't gotta thank me." He whispers against my hairline and tugs me further against himself, clinging onto me like I matter to do. Because I do. "I care for you like I think about breathing-I don't think, I just do."

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Can I ask for a blurb when reader and Matty haven't had sex in a while because they have been busy and she has been stressed. Maybe he has tried to initiate it a couple of times but as soon as he gets that she's not into he dropped of course. So she realise it has been a while and she apologises and feels guilty but he's super nice about it.

Sorry once again trying to heal my trauma through fiction. 😅

Hope your having a nice day💕

Of course, babes! Sorry about the delay. Looks like my writing is going through another shitty phase. I hope this helps in some small way. Remember that if anyone treats you with anything less than complete respect, then they don’t deserve you or your trust. Love you. 🥰

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Monday.

It was already a busy week for both of them. Matty had spent most of the weekend in the studio, alone, with George, working out the production on a song they’d written and revised a thousand times. He’d come home really late Sunday night and found her asleep already, sliding into bed next to her as quietly as possible and going to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. So, when she woke up this morning, well before his alarm went off, she decided not to wake him, simply giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and dashing out the door to get an early start to the work week.

She waited around for him that night. Or tried to, at least. She’d cooked them a quick dinner, and set out a plate for him, but he never came. When she texted him, he replied, 39 minutes later, sorry, babe. Another late night. Enjoy dinner though. See you at home?

She wanted to see him. She missed him. So, she tried to stay up late, watching tv , snuggled up on the couch and counting down the minutes until she could hear his car pull into the driveway. But, she’d had a long day herself. Work had gotten wiped her out. Making dinner and taking a quick shower was just about all she was capable of after that. So, she ended up falling asleep right there on that couch. Well before Matty got home.

She had a vague memory of Matty carrying her up the stairs and into their bedroom, tucking her in, and giving her a kiss that tasted like toothpaste and smelled like cigarettes. So, he must have been getting ready for bed too, but she doesn’t recall seeing him change out of his clothes, or get into bed. She was out like a light.

Tuesday.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Matty grinned down at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“H-how long have you been standing there…watching me sleep?”

Matty laughed and shook his head. “Please, I’m not that creepy. I was just setting down your breakfast on the night stand. Did I wake you?”

She propped up her pillow and sat up, looking to her side, where Matty had, indeed, left a cup of coffee and a pastry. “Oh, thank you, baby. When did you-“

“Woke up early to grab them. Wanted to spend some time with you before we both went off to work. Feel like we’ve hardly seen each other since….Friday?”

She nodded, taking a sip of her drink, and letting the comforting taste of her coffee order wake her up gently. “You’re an angel, you know that?” She reached out her hands, pulling Matty back into bed to kiss him.

“Don’t think angels would do what I wanna do to you right now…” he mumbled against her lips as she kissed him.

“Oh, babe, not that I wouldn’t love to, but- I have to get ready for work soon, and- I just, I don’t think it’d be fun to rush through it-“

“Oh, of course. Yeah.” She felt his hold on her loosen immediately as he pulled away.

“Sorry! Please don’t be mad! It’s not that I don’t want to- it’s just that work has been crazy, I’ve actually been going into the office early to catch up on stuff and I don’t think the mood-“

“Hey,” he cupped her face with a gentle touch. “Listen to me, it’s okay! You don’t have to explain yourself. Alright? I understand.” He smiled at her reassuringly as she studied his face for any signs of secret resentment.

“A-are you sure?”

“Course I am, babe. Just take your breakfast with you. You can pass on this body” he pointed jokingly to his torso, “Won’t have you skipping meals for work, though…”

“You’re the best.” She gave him a quick peck before springing out of bed and into the bathroom.

Wednesday.

“Matty? Honey? You home?” She called out from the entryway, frowning at the noise in the kitchen, as she hung up her keys and kicked off her shoes. She hadn’t expected him to be home before her tonight. So, she was a bit thrown off.

“Hello, my love!” He chirped, a carefree smile on his tired, sleep-deprived face. He gave her a greeting kiss. “How was you’re day?”

She let him help her take off her coat as she gave him the highlights, “what’re you doing home so early?”

“Finally finished that song that’s been bothering us for weeks. Thought I’d call it an early night and come make us dinner.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s great news!”

“You wanna hear it? I’ve got it on my phone, actually!”

She loved being his private audience. He always played her incomplete songs and ideas for melodies whenever he had them and he respected her opinion immensely. She was always humbled and flattered by the way his eyes would watch her carefully to gauge her reaction to any new music and she loved that he actively sought out her input and took her feedback seriously.

Much of their dinner conversation was, naturally, devoted to that song and what he might do with it. They discussed their favorite parts of it, Matty told her about how he came to write it, what George had done with it, and why it took so long to “get just right.” The conversation carried on, and strayed in several different directions as they cleaned up the kitchen and settled into the living room, with her in his lap, flipping through several streaming services for something to watch before bed.

“Or, we could just-“ Matty dipped his head down to kiss her, his hands traveling to her waist. She’d missed him. His touch. His scent. The feeling of his soft lips on hers. She really wanted this. She did. But, she didn’t want it to go any further. And, it was clear by how eagerly Matty had re-positioned himself on the couch to be on top of her, that he did want to go further.

She closed her eyes, trying to breathe deeply, but the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn’t let her. It’s fine. This is fine. She loved Matty. And sex was fun. And they hadn’t done it in a while. So, this’d probably be good. She’s not entirely into it now, but should get herself there. Eventually. If she kept going, right? All couples compromise at some point. So, what if she wasn’t feeling it. Worst case scenario, she’d just wait for him to finish. It’ll be fine.

“Everythin’ alright, darlin’?” Matty’s voice interrupted the small whispers inside her own mind.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

Matty gradually withdrew, sitting up straight and getting off of her to give her some space. “I was just asking if you’re okay. What’s the matter, love?”

“Oh! Nothing’s the matter. I’m fine. Why?”

“Well….you seem…distracted. Pretty sure I felt you tense up a bit. Just makin’ sure you’re okay….”

She hadn’t realized that she’d clutched onto the couch reflexively when Matty’s arms began to run over her body. He was right. She was feeling stiff.

“I- umm, yeah, I’m fine. I just- well-“ the small flutter of anxiety that that had been moving through her now settled into real panic. She had no idea what to say that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby? Did I- god, have I hurt you?” Matty looked at her, concern in his eyes, he was absolutely clueless.

“No, no! Not at all- it’s not - you’ve done nothing! I promise. It’s not you-“

“Well, what is it then? You can tell me…did you- do you not want this right now?”

Her throat ran dry at his words, she felt tongue tied. Too overwhelmed to speak. Matty watched her, expecting a response. Eventually, she shook her head.

“Oh, I see. That’s okay! Why didn’t you say anything?”

They way she looked up at him with surprised and confusion utterly baffled him. Like it hadn’t even occurred to her that it was an option to simply let him know.

“Well, you know, we…umm- haven’t slept together in a while, and…yesterday, I did. When you tried, I said no, cuz I had to go to work, and stuff…so, I just figured-“

“You figured what? You’d let me have it even if you’re not into it?” Matty smiled in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Sounds silly when you put it like that.” She looked down at her feet, feeling dejected and foolish.

Matty jumped from his side of the couch over to her, pulling her into a hug, immediately. “Listen to me, and listen carefully, you are NOT obligated to give me sex. Like ever. I don’t care how long it’s been, I don’t care how many times you’ve had to say now, I don’t care if we’re right in the middle of things, and I’m standing there, lookin at you with my fuckin dick out. If, at any point, you suddenly decide, you’re not feeling it, you just say the word and we’ll stop.”

She shook her head, “but that sounds so selfish!”

“Not as selfish as me ignoring all your cues. Letting you put yourself through something so personal when you’re not enjoying it just so I can cum for the night. Does that seem fair to you? Would that be right?”

Something about the way he’d described it matter-of-factly made the decision seem like a no-brainer. But, in the moment, it didn’t feel that way at all. “Nope.”

“I never want to take advantage of you. I never want to taint our relationship. You don’t owe me anything. Just because you’ve agreed to be in this relationship with me, it doesn’t give me the right to just expect sex from you. Any time it happens between us, we both have to be into it. Meaning, every. Single. Time. We have to make it an active choice. Yeah? Besides, it’s not nearly as sexy or enjoyable for me, if you’re not into it! Do you see what I mean?”

“…yeah, I do. Thank-“

“Fuck no. Not havin’ you thank me for being, like, a normal human being. That’s the bare fuckin minimum. If anyone’s ever made you feel like that’s something you have to be grateful for, then they’re the twat, not you. And if I haven’t made that clear enough until today, then that’s a failure on my part. I’m going to fix it. Starting….well, now! May I kiss you?”

“Yes, Matty. You may.”

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Hey there! I absolutely LOVE all your content; it’s just perfection! I don’t know if you’ve done this already, but if you could do the Bucci gangs reaction to their S/O while sick or on their period I would be forever grateful!!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)╯♡

i think i’ve gotten your ask before love! i’m sorry it has literally taken me so long to post this and other works. i’ve been like mega busy and writing is like a hobby i do so please don’t be mad. I’m also on my period rn, i just got a few days ago and it really sucks ;-;

okay anon i present you this…please like it 👉👈💖

Bucci Gang Dealing with S/O on their Period

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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Giorno Giovanna:

At first Giorno wouldn’t know or pick up on the early signs that your period is coming. He is busy with work although it doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend time with you, just the small things don’t come to mind when he is enjoying the time he can have with his s/o.

Him, Bucciarati, and Trish are the type to pamper their s/o when they are on their period.

For starters, he would grant you any type of food you are craving and make sure to keep you warm wrapped in the fine fluffy covers of your shared bed.

Totally stocked with napkins and tampons of all kind just to make sure that you aren’t leaving a pool of red in your bed or the expensive silk nightgown he bought for you. Giorno just doesn’t want you frolocking in your own blood :/

Giorno keeps the room scented of fresh flowers and is the total type if your having cramps to get you up to walk them away. Moving and exercising your body is more healthy than laying there all day not getting the blood flowing.

He understands when your sore, bloated, and of course having mood swings.

Picnic dates. When I said he will make you go outside, he would also take you on picnic dates that are surrounded by flowers to get your mind off of icky stuff.

Bruno Bucciarati:

A sweetheart. You want a doting man to pamper and be at your beck and call, well you have Bruno Bucciarati.

Will 100% drop work unless it is really important, although you're more important to him than work itself.

Everything is completely stocked up and he makes sure to have special linen for you so you are comfortable and not maybe accidentally staining the cotton bedsheets.

Bucciarati would make you take pain reliefs and give you a complete list of what you can and cannot eat. Sure you may have cravings, however, you can’t just give in to all of them especially if they don’t help your bloating or cramps.

He watches your favorite movies and shows while holding you in his warm embrace.

To be honest I see Bucciarati enjoying the time you on your period. He doesn’t like seeing you in pain or stress, yet he loves the excessive time he gets to spend around you.

Loves when you lay there curled up and he can lay you on his lap while playing with your hair or fiddling with your hands he loves so much.

Why need a heating pad when you have this lovely man.

Leone Abbacchio:

Well, I wouldn’t say he would be the best to be around on your time of the month. I feel like he would lack that understanding that your cramps or mood swings are uncontrollable and may lash out at you for them.

Over time he gets more sympathetic and would begin to understand what you have to go through. He yells less, is less harsh and abrasive, as well tries to surprise you with things that would make you happy.

Out of all the bucci gang members, he would be the best to cuddle with. He is tall, big, warm, and that chest of his oh my…

Abbacchio doesn’t really like the sight of blood and doesn’t like to deal if you accidentally have a leak on the sheets.

Also, is confused when you ask him to buy your products from the store. He kinda stands there awkwardly and his pride won’t allow him to ask the employees for help. Expect random brands or packages with him claiming that they were all the same and what he could find.

Also is the most chill to be with during your period because he doesn’t talk too much or is too jumpy like Narancia would be around.

Very pleasant and calming to be around, plus he would make you some nice tea.

Guido Mista:

There are times I sometimes can’t take Mista seriously and sometimes I can. This is one of those situations.

He would honestly try to help you, but it would always turn out badly.

Mista’s definition of helping you get through your period is doing some um NSFW things to help your flow.

Sure he would like to hold and cuddle you, but to be honest he can only lay down for so long before he gets antsy.

The type to tell you “I understand how you feel baby” then next minute asks you if you would like to could the dinner for the night.

Mista is also on the same boat as Abbacchio and Narancia. He would get to the store and start sweating from the variety of products. Would probably come out with nothing.

Although Mista does feed into your cravings and even sometimes joins you on them. He is a curious man and he thinks it's cute sharing the same food with them curled up in a buddle of warm blankets from the heating pads.

The best thing Mista does when you are on your period is honestly when he pulls you into his broad arms and gives you the cutest cuddles.

Narancia Ghirga:

I’m going, to be honest, your going to have to explain to him what a period is. He has no idea or clue about it.

Narancia sits there like a little kid soaking up information that seemed so bizarre to him.

At first he would joke about it until he sees you literally actually go through it. He would be like “oh shit” and rush over to you.

Blood isn’t really a big thing with him, but he gets scared still knowing that you are technically bleeding.

Joining the Gang of Pad/Tampon Explorers, he would also be so confused. Fugo refused to help Narancia, by refusing he was in another fit of anger and Narancia thought it was towards him.

The employees notice him wandering cluelessly and will help him out. He is the first out of the 3 to be able to bring the proper merch back.

Also joins food splurges and things like that. He is super affectionate and if you get irritated easily, he could be a tad bit annoying.

He just wants to be around you and comfort you through these times. Not only is he able to take off work, but he gets to spend it with you <3

Pannacotta Fugo:

Fugo would be in the middle. He knows and has learnt about a menstrual cycle, just hasn’t experienced it firsthand.

Not going to lie, it made him panic at first. Of course he kept his cool composure and masked it with that cool facade of his, but we all know that inside he was going haywire.

Makes sure to definitely bring you the proper sanitary items you need for your cycle.

He isn’t one for physical touch most of the time so you’ll need to really be pushy or talk about how much pain you're in.

He’ll feel guilty and apologize before bringing you in his embrace with his face beat red.

Fugo wouldn’t let you leave the little comfort room he made for you. He talks about how it wouldn’t be a wise idea since they all couldn’t understand you like he could even though Trish is a female too.

He is also the type to enjoy you during this time of the month because it guarantees more alone time the two of you could have together.

The only downside is that he doesn’t really like blood or the idea of you staining the sheets. It’s just really icky to him.

Despite his little germaphobe self, he isn’t bad to be around because in all honesty he just wants to enjoy the small alone time he gets to have with you.

Trish Una:

Come on, out of all the Bucci gang members she would be the most understanding.

It’s kind of really wholesome when you're on your period and she is around.

No need to take store trips, she already has everything you need. She has your favorite food, drinks, heating pad, and pain killers to combat your period.

She is just like Fugo and separates you from the rest of the gang because they are stupid in her opinion.

The two of you have little movie marathons and she pampers you by giving you facials or giving you small massages.

Sometimes when the two of you are both on your period, you two are the ones who stick together. Both you lay together and just cuddle while sulking in the same predicament.

At least the two of you can pamper each other and share a heating pad.

She also is huge for comfort so expect to have the fluffiest and softest of sheets while you're sitting there in the cocoon of blankets she made.

Recommend and say she is 10/10 the best be with during your cycle.

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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☁️ — comfort with ot8

➥ pairing: ot8 x GN!reader

➥ genre: fluff | angst

➥ synopsis: how skz would comfort you

➥ words: 3.1k

➥ a/n: ive been feeling a little meh lately. writing this gave me some comfort and i hope you also find comfort in it

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

➥ m.list – ➥ you can also read it on my ao3

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Chan꒱ ↷

Concerned. He hadn't heard from you in a while, which is odd considering you two are glued to the hip. You've been ignoring his calls and texts, which only lead him to worry even more.

he thought you needed time alone, for what, he doesn't know. He wishes he knew but unless you tell him, he has no idea

he'd be led to think that he did something wrong. Did he say or do something to upset you? the poor man would be worried out of his mind.

After a week of no contact, he would have the courage to stop by your place, but first, he would shop for a bunch of snacks. Once he saw how drained you looked, he would drop everything and wrap his arms around you. "Chan. I haven't bathed for a week, I smell." you'd protest, weakly trying to escape his grip.

He wouldn't care. seeing you so drained and energy less broke his heart. He'd softly scold you for not contacting him, saying it's important that you don't struggle alone whilst rocking you from side to side.

You'd break down. Broken sobs and hiccups shaking your body. His warmth and scent got the better of you, breaking you down. He'd allow you to cry into his chest, not caring you was getting his clothing wet with tears all the while, soothing you softly.

after your little breakdown, you'd feel better. Chan would wipe away your tears and snot with his hands, making you pull a face. Chan would roll his eyes and laugh saying it's nothing.

"I have some snacks. let's shower and watch a movie together. I'm not leaving until I know you're a million percent okay."

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Minho ꒱ ↷

He has his own love language. it's subtle. He doesn't buy you chocolates or roses and you're okay with that. Sometimes, he finds it a little challenging to show that he loves you, feeling worried that you might not feel it.

but you do. Minho knows you well, too well. He knows you better than anyone else, which is scary but also good. He caught the signs way before you did.

your irritation. sudden outbursts. low moods. no motivation – he recognised it all before you even realized, which is why he came prepared.

"I really don't want to go out, lino. I cannot be bothered." Minho would protest, whining softly. you didn't have energy to go out in public and be social, it's hard enough to get out off bed in the mornings.

You became suspicious when Minho drove you to the countryside, nothing but trees and hills could be seen as well as small cottages. You'd question Minho but only receive a "you will see when we get there. be patient kitten."

Soon, you'd stop by a small farm, a small bubble of excitement bubbling in your stomach. So this is why Minho told you to wear your Welly boots!

Minho knows you adorable animals so he surprised you with a trip to the local farm, which was run by a family. You spent the day petting the cows, feeding lambs and holding chickens. You bought some local groceries, supporting the business.

Your eyes lit up, a smile never leaving your lips the whole time. This is what Minho loved, he felt proud knowing that he was able to cheer you up again – even if it was just something small.

"I knew you were feeling a little under the weather, so I thought I'd surprise you to help cheer you up again. I hope you loved it, kitten."

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Changbin ꒱ ↷

You're a fresh couple, dating for only 2 months, however, you have known him for 4 years. Changbin is your workout partner, you both never skip leg day.

However, when you message Changbin out of the blue, claiming you didn't want to exercise, he became concerned. He stopped by your place to be greeted by a sullen looking you.

"off day?" Changbin just knew. He's observant, he knows and remembers the littlest details about you. Your cute habits he adores and he can spot when your moods change so it's not much of a surprise to him when he learnt you're feeling under the weather.

He'd wrap his strong arms around you, squeezing you gently. Oddly, his chest would feel soft and squishy despite the fact he works out a lot, but you love it. You have extra pillows in the form of changbin's chest.

"I'm sorry for skipping today. I really want to do something though." a soft, sad mumble. Changbin would shake his head, exclaiming it's okay. As a suggestion, he would say you could take a walk instead.

You'd smile weakly, agreeing before getting changed into something warmer. You'd take a walk up the mountains, Changbin's warm hands always holding yours, fingers interlocked.

He wouldn't want you to leave his side. You'd take cute selfies together, pick some fresh berries whilst talking about this and that. You'd explain how you were feeling and why you were feeling that way. Changbin is a good listener so he would be listening very carefully whilst also giving you advice.

Feeling your fingers turning ice cold, he'd shove his hand and yours into his pocket, a small giggle escaping your lips. Changbin would smile at the blissful sounds, kissing your lips softly.

"That's my love. I'm always with you, babe. Don't be afraid to call me when you feel like this, no matter what time of day it is."

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Hyunjin ꒱ ↷

You miss Hyunjin. He was away for some art convention, showcasing his works. Of course, you're insanely proud of him for his accomplishments, but you couldn't help but feel a little insecure.

Hyunjin has talent and you felt like you didn't have any. You didn't understand why Hyunjin loves someone like you. You're a simple person, liking the simplest and smallest of things. The littlest of things brings you the most happiness.

you work a standard job, money isn't great but it'll do. Feeling like there are better people out there for Hyunjin left you dwelling on your thoughts which only forced you deeper and deeper into the dark hole of despair.

Sadly, Hyunjin would be away for a few days meaning he would be sleeping at a hotel. a few days is typically nothing, but when you need him, it feels like forever.

you would facetime on the daily, mainly at night when everything was done for the day. You faked being happy, smiling and putting on a show for Hyunjin. You didn't want him to worry about you, he's so busy that you didn't want to add an extra load on top.

he would show you the artwork he planned on showing next, and whilst you felt incredibly proud of him, you couldn't help but also feel jealous and insecure. you started questioning his choice of picking you and your own abilities. So deep in thought, Hyunjin became a distant sound, his words sounding fuzzy.

Your vision blurred with tears. Hyunjin would call your name several times, concerned and worried about you after noticing the way you looked so sad

"Am i– Am I good enough..?" the barrier you formed around yourself – cracked. Tears streaming down your cheeks, broken sobs shook your figure. Hyunjin was speechless at first. He'd compose himself, soothing you through your phone screen.

You'd tell him everything that had been playing on your mind, ultimately getting everything off your chest. Hyunjin would sit and listen, nodding slowly, his own heart breaking at the sight of you. He'd do anything to be by your side right now but he can't.

You'd calm down with the help of Hyunjin, snot and tears coating your skin. Hyunjin would spend hours convincing you that you're more than enough for him, telling you that you're capable of anything and everything.

he'd tell you to never doubt yourself, you're perfect the way you are. He'd ask you where Kkami is. you'd point your phone down, Kkami curled up on your lap as you sniffled.

"Whenever I'm away, hug Kkami. That way, I will always be with you, no matter the distance."

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Jisung ꒱ ↷

Stressed. Your part time job was getting to you, your work colleagues and customers constantly screaming in your face, telling you what you should and shouldn't do – you always managed to do something wrong, even when it was right.

On top of work, you were swamped in your studies. Deadlines after deadlines after deadlines. The teachers assumed you just don't like having spare time or have a life at all. You barely had enough time for yourself. You couldn't indulge in your hobbies, Indulge in self care because you were either too stressed or too tired.

You hated how jisung had a carefree life, how he was able to do the things he loves. You love him more than anything in this world, however, seeing him sitting on the wood floor, controller in hand and his tongue sticking out for concentrating – you hated his carefree lifestyle.

Jisung knew you were stressed and exhausted, he just didn't know how to approach you. He has thought of things that he thinks would make you stress free but once he thought back to it, it seemed like a terrible idea.

He looked back over his shoulder into the office room, seeing you stressed, your eyes darting around your laptop screen. He paused his game, standing up and leaning against the door frame.

"I don't have time to play your silly games, Jisung! can't you see I'm swamped in work! Not everyone can have a stress-free life like you!!"

your eyes widen in shock, mouth opening and closing as nothing but splutters come out. You couldn't speak, you were too shocked. Jisung didn't say a word. He gave you a single nod of his head and walked away. You'd call for him but he never looked back.

Once alone, your anger would bubble to the surface once again, hot tears streaming down your face and blurring your vision. Surprisingly, you no longer wanted to study. Instead, you burst into silent sobs. You didn't want Jisung to hear you, so you'd muffle your cries with your hand.

Snot, tears and saliva ruining your face. Cheeks and eye puffy, calling yourself an idiot. It's not Jisung's fault you're so stressed but he was just there. He, unfortunately, became the target of your outburst and you hated that.

It wasn't until you heard the sounds of things falling and crashing as well as a frustrated Jisung muttering "fuck" that you decided to go see what was going on. You were stopped in your tracks when your eyes fell onto a makeshift den, a projector showing stars on the walls and ceiling.

TV and games console inside the den along with a range of pillows and soft blankets, snacks, drinks, fairy lights, plushies. You would be reduced to tears once again, but this time, tears of joy.

Jisung stood next to the den, gaming controller in hand, loving smile on his lips and wearing nothing but sweatpants (he knows how much you love skin ship). He'd walk to you, wiping away your tears and kiss you softly. You'd go to apologize for your outburst earlier but he would have none of it – he understands you're under a lot of stress

"I know you're under a lot of stress lately. I thought we could spend the time gaming and eating whilst cuddling. Maybe it will help you wind down a little."

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Felix ꒱ ↷

Sunshine Felix. He is warm and comforting. He has a way with words that instantly makes you feel better, but sometimes, it doesn't always work.

Stuck in a rut. Same routine day in, day out. You didn't know how to break this cycle. Eat, sleep, work, repeat. It's draining to you to the point where you don't have energy anymore

everything you loved, your hobbies, favourite things such as movies, food, etc, became dull and boring to you. You couldn't be bothered to get out off bed, simply because you knew what the day was going to hold.

Felix knew something was wrong. He hasn't seen or heard from you for a while. He knew something was wrong when you sent him a blank text with no kiss at the end. "im fine lix."

He'd take it upon himself to go to your apartment and let himself in.

He'd walk to your bedroom, gently shaking your figure. You'd sigh softly, explaining you didn't want to leave you bed. Felix furrowed his brows, before disappearing to the bathroom to run you a hot bath. He'd pick out some clean clothing for you before picking you up bridal style and placing you in the tub

He'd wash your hair, giving you a massage in the process, whilst you wash your body. He'd help you dry, put on your clothing and help you with your beauty routine. He'd clean your apartment for you before deciding that it's time to bake.

You'd spend the entire afternoon together, baking an array of sweet treats. Your apartment smelt and looked like a bakery by the time you were both done. Later on, you'd both be curled up on the sofa, Felix holding you close to him.

Sweet treats in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. A fluffy blanket covering you both, skin on skin. His warmth radiates onto you, making you feel at home. Felix is your home. You'd soon fall asleep in his arms, feeling happy and content at long last.

"sleep well, my love. I'll be here in the morning. I love you for eternity."

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Seungmin ꒱ ↷

He seems like the type to not understand nor like skin ship, however, he is smart. He clicks on and understands instantly. He knows your patterns in behaviour and as soon as he notices a blip, he's quick to catch on.

however, he doesn't press you about it. he has learnt not to. He has learnt that you will come to him when the time is right – when you need him – and he will always be there for you, with open arms. And that day finally came.

Seungmin decided to take you out on a little trip, nothing too fancy, just a nice, casual day out together. You visited bookstores, sports shops and more. You soon both had handfuls of shopping bags, with Seungmin carrying most of yours.

You both decided to stop by the local café. It was small, but cosy. They have the best coffee and desserts in your town, plus, you both preferred going to smaller café chains – you like to support those smaller, feeling like Starbucks and Costa drown out the smaller businesses.

Seungmin and you got talking and it wasn't until you started talking about your week that you realised how lonely you had been feeling. With the days being shorter and nights getting colder, all you wanted was Seungmin. You wanted his warmth, his arms wrapped around you. To see his goofy smile and hear his adorable laugh.

You missed him and you had been ignoring it, drowning it out by overworking yourself. The more you spoke about how you felt, the more real it became. It wasn't until Seungmin reached across the table and took your hand in his, that you realised you were crying.

You would laugh softly, wiping away your tears and apologies to which Seungmin would shake his head at you and say it's all okay. He'd stand up and walk to you, gently lifting you up by your hand and pull you into his chest.

His scent, that warm, cinnamon scent would make you whimper, cling onto him and bury your face into his chest. He didn't care where you both were, he knew you needed him there and then. He couldn't wait to get home and hold you – not yet at least. He'd sway with you slowly, kissing the top of your head as you would let out gently and soft sobs

"Shh, my darling. I'm here now. you won't ever feel alone every again. I promise to stay by your side, no matter what."

̥۪͙۪◌- ', Jeongin꒱ ↷

Sweet Jeongin. Skin ship is not his favourite thing in the world – at least when it comes to his members. You knew he wasn't keen on skin ship and that was okay with you, however, sometimes, you wish he was.

Sometimes, you wish he would be the one to initiate a hug or hold your hand or just a simple peck on the cheek. You love him and you knew from the start he didn't like skin ship, however you couldn't help but feel agitated and annoyed.

"Why is it always me that's has to be the one to initiate it? why can't you??" you'd snap. You'd have a rough day wanting nothing more than to come home and melt into your partner's arms – but you knew that wasn't going to happen.

As soon as you saw him chewing his bottom lip, nervously, you'd insistently feel guilty, stupid. This is Jeongin, your boyfriend. You love him no matter what, he is perfect to you! You'd apologise deeply and Jeongin being a kind soul, would accept your apology and move on.

Months later, the same situation happened. It was like déjà vu all over again. However, Jeongin was prepared this time. He saw how you came home in a huff, brows pinched together, frustration noticeable on your face.

You noticed he wanted to do something, you could tell by the way he was nervously hanging around you. You brushed it off as nothing – he would have done it by now if it was important.

By the time it was bed time, your frustrations were still apparent. They hadn't subsided like you hoped they would, you even took a shower in hopes it would help relax you – but it didn't. You had your back to Jeongin, trying to fall asleep. Jeongin felt anxious. It's not like he doesn't like skin ship, it's just, he doesn't know how to approach you when it comes to it.

He wants to hold you, to kiss you and have you melt into him, he's just shy. He's never done this before, he's never had a long term partner before so all this – is new to him. You'd feel him shifting around, his arm slowly sliding and draping over your side. You'd be shocked, blushing softly when you feel him pulling you flush against his chest, crotch against your ass, back against his chest.

He'd hold you tight, his warmth surrounding you. He'd take your hand in his, stroke it slowly as he gains confidence. Soft kisses on the back of your neck, hums of contentment. You liked this and so did he. You felt all your frustrations melt away.

"Its not a case of me not liking skin ship, I do, especially with you. It's just, I'm shy. All this is new to me but I promise you, I will hold you and never let you go."

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Hey! Could I request for flufftober some Scarlett Johansson comfort? Maybe she's comforting reader after a hard day when she comes home to reader crying? Thank you! I love your work <3

Cuddles & More

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Summary: Scarlett makes you feel better after having a bad day

AC: Thinking about how fucking great a hug from Scar would be! I hope you enjoy this and thank you for your lovely compliment on my works xx

Flufftober Masterlist

Nothing set your mood drop off, it just happened. You thought it was just a sign of your period coming in the next few days, but you couldn’t help but curl up into a ball on the sofa and cry. Your heart ached for your girlfriend to come home just to make you smile but she was busy with work, and you didn’t want to bother her, so your day was blue and the sleeves on your shirt were soaked with tears.

Your mind wondered to darker thoughts, thoughts about your looks and the way you felt about yourself, but you kept telling yourself it just had to be a sign of your next period. There was a stash of chocolate in the fridge that had your name on it as you manged to drag yourself from the sofa to the fridge but opted for an apple in frustration of your thoughts then made your way back to the sofa. You were so down in the dumps that you didn’t hear Scarlett come home early.

“Baby, I’m home” she holla’s but got no response as she threw her keys on the kitchen countertop. She heard the snuffles coming from the living room and frowned with concern. “Sweetheart?” she called but again, nothing as she entered the living room to see you curled up in a ball. “Honey, what’s happened?” she rushed to your aid, wrapping her arms around you, and pulling you close to her. “Your home” you sobbed, “I’m sorry, I just, I don’t’ know why I feel so crap” you explained as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. “It’s okay honey, sometimes we have shitty days and need a good cry to let it out” she rubs your back softly. Just being in her arms was already making you feel better. “You should’ve called me, you know I don’t like my love being alone in a time of need” she added slightly pulling away so she could look into your eyes, “I didn’t want to bother you at work” you admitted as she brushed the hair out of your face and wiped your soaking cheeks. “You could never bother me, ever. I’d rather be here with you” she kisses your forehead and wraps you in her arms once again.

Scarlett always knew how to make you feel better, just seeing her walk into the room was enough to make you smile. She made you feel loved in every single way, even in the littlest ways possible, she never left the house without telling you how much she loves you and how much she cares for you. “I love you baby, always. How does spending the rest of the afternoon in bed with all the snacks and cuddles sound?” she suggests earning a nod. “I’d love that” you smiled softly. “I’m going to run to the store and pick out all your favourite snacks and then when I’m back, I’m going to turn off my phone and give you all the cuddles and kisses you want” she smiled before kissing you softly.

While Scarlett went to the store, you took a warm shower and got into one of her hoodies that you loved so much then made yourself comfortable in bed and waited for her to return. The hoodie lingered faintly of her perfume that brought you comfort while she was gone, reminding you how much you loved her, not that you needed to be reminded but sometimes it was refreshing.

“Alright honeybun” Scarlett smiled as she entered the room with a large bag of snacks and poured it all onto the bed. You chuckled at the mess, “I got everything I could think off. I also got us some fruit for late but that’s in the kitchen” she kicked her shoes off and grabbed something more comfortable to wear. “Thank you, baby,” you said before munching down on some potato chips. “It’s more than okay my love” she smiled and slid into the bed next to you. “So, what trashy movie do you think we could bitch about?” she asked as you snuggled into her side. “I could watch Mean Girls” you suggest with another bite out of a potato chip.

The two of you watched countless movies and made inside jokes about it as you both giggled endlessly at each other’s jokes and comments. Eventually you fell asleep in her arms as she traced patterns on your hip and kissed the top of your head ever now and then. “You’re amazing, baby” she whispered as you snored softly.

When you woke up, you were still in the warmth of her arms as she watched another movie. “You’re awake” she smiled as you looked up at her, “I feel heaps better” you smiled softly. “I’m glad, but promise me that if you ever feel like that again you’ll call? Because it hurts to see you like that, I’d rather be there for you then away” she spoked, you nodded and kissed her lips softly, “I love you so much, thank you” you replied. “You never have to thank me” she held you tighter, “you’re my person” she added.

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #fanfiction #flufftober

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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*After 500 years or so...*

Mammon and Belphie: *reading the sign on the door*

DON'T DISTURB. IF WOKEN UP, PREPARE TO DIE.

Mammon: ...

Belphie: What are you waiting for?

Mammon: Never mind. I'm not risking my life for it.

Belphie: But Lucifer asked you to tell them.

Mammon: Lucifer will just hang me onto the ceiling. But MC? Ha! I won't ever see the light of the day!

Belphie: ...

Belphie: *sigh* Fine. I'll do it. MC has a soft spot for my anyway. *knocks on the door*

Belphie: MC? It's us. Mammon and Belphie.

Mammon: Dude! You didn't have to include my name!

*the door opens*

MC: *holding a knife* Can't you fucking read?

Belphie: No.

MC: ...

MC: What do you want?

Belphie: Lucifer said you need to attend the student council meeting this afternoon.

MC: I ain't part of that shit.

Belphie: But you still need to. We have to discuss something really important.

Mammon: Y-Yeah! And he said that he won't forget to compensate you if you come.

MC: He better be. *about to shut the door*

Belphie: *blocks the edge with his foot* Can I sleep inside?

MC: No!

Belphie: Please? It's just me.

MC: What? You think you're something special?!

Belphie: ...

Belphie: *cheeky smile* Am I not?

MC: *hits him with the back of the knife* In your fucking dreams. *slams the door shut*

Mammon: Pft— Are you okay?

Belphie: Ugh... I thought smooth talk would work.

Mammon: Nah. You're lucky that's all you got. Last week, Asmo did the same and almost had a comatose.

*In the student council room*

Diavolo: I'm glad Mammon and Belphie had convinced you to join us, MC.

MC: I can only be here for 15 minutes or less than that. So you better get straight to the point.

Diavolo: Don't worry. This will be quick.

Diavolo: Barbatos?

Barbatos: Yes, young master. *opens the presentation*

The brothers: ...

MC: What's that dried shit in that picture?

Diavolo: That's your heart, MC. The one that you gave to your brother a long time ago.

MC: ...

MC: The fuck? Why is it in a fucking church?

Barbatos: *smiles* For centuries, your heart has been used as token of love and martyrdom.

MC: ...

Lucifer: Accurate.

MC: *kicks him at the back of his leg*

Lucifer: *drops to the floor, groaning*

MC: I'm going there right now.

Diavolo: I — We can ask Lucifer to go—

*MC's already gone*

Barbatos: Are you alright, Lucifer?

Lucifer: Yes... *standing up*

Beel: MC's about to end a generation of humans.

Satan: Don't be like that. MC isn't that cruel.

Levi: Lol. They might spare a few adults and children. But for those who look up on them like that? Nah.

MC: *has returned with their heart* *throws it straight to the trash bin* *then goes straight to the bed*

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: *approaches the bed* *then sits next to them*

Lucifer: *starts to unbutton his shirt* How's your mood?

MC: I'm pissed off.

Lucifer: *nods* Do you want me to cool you down?

MC: ...

MC: *turns to look at him* *frowns* It's not that time of the year so fuck off.

Lucifer: Is it not? *undresses*

MC: ...

MC: *winces because the chain around their neck burns*

Lucifer: See? It's that time of the year.

MC: Tch.

Lucifer: *lies down* *then pulls them closer to him, hugging them*

MC: *dozing off*

Lucifer: Don't fight it back.

MC: I swear... if I woke up and have that pregnancy joke again, you're dead.

Lucifer: *chuckles* But don't you really like to impregnate me?

MC: *gives him an uppercut*

Lucifer: Ugh...

MC: Shut up. *then falls asleep*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me brothers #introvert's alone time #ending of introvert's alone time

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gretavangroupie · 1 year

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Crave (Chapter 4)

Word count: 8.5k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Crave Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

HER POV

The next morning as you wake, you reach for Josh, but he’s not there.

Hmmm, he must have woken up early…

You stretch your legs out and grab your phone off of the nightstand, seeing you have a text from Josh.

Josh: Good morning, stepped out to run a quick errand. Be back soon, with coffee of course.

You: Oh a secret morning errand? See you soon.

You set your phone back down on the table and stand up, walking over to your bag to retrieve your toothbrush and head into his bathroom. You open the little cabinet and find his toothpaste. You brush your teeth and stare at yourself in the mirror, dressed in his t-shirt and sporting major bed-head.

You turn the shower on and let the water warm up while you find the outfit you packed for the day in your bag. A pair of jeans and a weathered band tee that has seen better days.

You strip off Josh’s shirt and your underwear and step into the shower spray, letting the hot water rush over you. Looking at the line of products in front of you, you realize he has a lot of different options for a guy. You take your time smelling each one, picking the one that smells the most like him, and washing yourself with it. Turning the water slightly hotter you wash your hair and enjoy the heat on your shoulders. Stepping out of the shower, you wrap yourself in a towel and head back into the bedroom. Heading into the room you are met with the sight of Josh sitting in the chair in the corner, reading a book.

“Oh gosh, you scared me!” You squeak.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to scare you while you were in the shower! Coffee is on the dresser for you.” He smiles.

“Thank you.” You smile back, clutching the towel around your body.

“I’ll step out so you can get dressed, then I thought maybe we could go for a drive? I have one more errand to run.” He asks.

“Okay.” You giggle excitedly.

You quickly dress and run a brush through your hair, braiding it down your back.

A few minutes later you step out of the bedroom with your coffee and find Josh sitting on a barstool in the kitchen looking at his phone. When he hears you approach he immediately turns to you with a smile.

“Well don’t you look cute? Hmm... you smell good too.” He says knowingly, before reaching his hand out to you. You grab it as he pulls you in, resting his hands in the back pocket of your jeans and pulling you in for a kiss. The butterflies begin stirring in your stomach.

“What do you think? Wanna go for a drive? I have to drop off this signed contract to our agent, he lives a little outside of town. There could be more coffee involved if you're good…” He says cheerfully.

“Yes! That sounds nice!” You reply walking over to the door to put your shoes on.

“Tonight I have a surprise for you, and then I am taking you out on that date.” He smiles devilishly. The inflection in his voice sending a shiver up your spine.

He stands up and walks to the door, grabbing his keys and ushering you outside.

As you get into the car you agree with him about it being a pretty day. With so many days of rain lately it’s nice to see the sunshine.

“Okay, connect your phone to the bluetooth. You are going to be our DJ.” He smiles.

Oh gosh, no pressure….

You click through the process of connecting your phone.

“Alright, let’s see…. Did that work?” You say, clicking the button.

“Yep, okay you’re up.” He replies with a smirk.

You scroll through Spotify, looking for something to fit the mood. Smiling when you see the right song.

You hit play and ‘The Air That I Breathe’ by The Hollies begins to play through the car speakers.

Josh turns his head to you, a smile plastered across his beautiful face.

Oh thank god, he approves.

“What a choice...” He says, still smiling, returning his eyes to the road.

He begins to sing along to the chorus, rolling down the windows and sticking his arm out into the cool air. The wind is blowing his curls around and his smile is so infectious and warm you find yourself smiling too. You capture this image in your mind. Your heart couldn’t be more full than it is right now.

As the next song begins to play, he turns to you when he hears them begin to sing. “Oh, they were on the road with us a little bit this year.”

You smile and laugh at the insanity that is his life. Just traveling around the world with his brothers and other talented artists. He turns down the volume and places his hand on the back of your neck, playing with your braid.

“We are leaving in a day or two, going on a quick press tour for the album. I think it will only be a week. Maybe a week and a half? We only finalized the plans a day ago….” He says nervously.

“Oh…. are you gonna miss me?” You say playfully.

“Of course, except this time when I’m gone and dreaming about you, I can think about the real thing and how you’re all mine.” he smiles.

“Oh, you’re such a suck-up.” You laugh.

He pulls into a driveway a little while later and grabs the paperwork out of the back seat before dashing up to the front door. You can see him talking and laughing with the guy, pointing back at the car with his thumb before patting his shoulder and heading back to you.

“Okay, work is done for the day. I’m all yours now.” He smiles, kissing your cheek. He backs out of the driveway. “Do you want another coffee? There is a cool place over here.” he asks.

“Is there a drive-thru?” You ask.

“You read my mind.” He smiles swirling your hair around his fingers.

A few minutes later you have ordered and are waiting to receive it at the window. As the barista slides the window open you can tell she recognizes Josh, her eyes growing large.

“Uh…. Here you go…” she says nervously, reaching her arm out the window.

“Thanks,” he says, flashing her his signature dazzling smile.

“My friends are not going to believe me when I tell them you came through the drive-thru.” She says, laughing.

“Well it’s so nice to meet you, maybe I will see you here again sometime. Thanks!” He says, pulling forward.

“Wow… Mr. Celebrity, huh? Ahhh the life of a rockstar…” You say coyly, sipping your coffee.

He digs his fingers into your rib cage, tickling you. “Hush it up baby, you are part of that life now.”

The sentiment warms your heart.

A few songs later you are arriving back at his house. He is flitting about the house, doing random things while you scroll your phone on the couch. He walks out the front door, returning a few moments later with a bag and wiggling his eyebrows at you as he heads to the bedroom.

He returns a minute later and sits next to you on the couch, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“What was that?” You ask questioningly.

“You’ll see later.” He says suspiciously.

Hmmm… he is up to something.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and clicks on the text. He shoots his eyes at you.

“Ummm….Jake wants to stop by…. How do you feel about that?” He asks.

“Uh… does he… know?” You ask.

“Kind of…? He knows something is up. He is my twin after all.” He jokes.

“If you are comfortable with it, then I trust you.” You reply, grabbing his hands.

He leans in and presses his lips to yours softly, “He won’t say anything baby, I promise.”

You nod your head, and he texts him back.

A little bit later as you scroll through social media, a knock sounds out on his front door and suddenly you are nervous and your body goes rigid under his arm.

“It’s all good, just relax, okay?” He says reassuringly rubbing your shoulder. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and stands up to walk to the door.

As he opens the front door, you make eye contact with Jake almost instantly, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise. He smirks at Josh and makes his way inside.

“Hello doll….” He says with a smile.

“Hello Jake.” You reply.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He says, walking further into the house, placing his sunglasses on top of his head.

“Jake, stop.” Josh quips.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, I didn’t know you were here.” He says.

“You’re not interrupting anything, we are just hanging out.” You reply nonchalantly.

“So Joshua, I was coming over to harass you about that riff I sent you earlier. You read my text and didn’t reply. Did you listen to it?” He asks.

“Nope.” He says popping the P. “Been busy. Went and dropped off that paperwork this morning, we just got back a little while ago. I will listen to it. Promise.” He replies, but Jake doesn’t like that answer.

“Do you mind if I steal him away for a few minutes?” Jake asks, looking at you.

“No, be my guest.” You smile, knowing Josh is going to pitch a fit.

“We have to do this right now Jacob?” He sneers, knowing that he hates being called by his full name.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He laughs throwing his arm over his shoulder basically pushing Josh into his office.

A few minutes later you hear a guitar playing through the closed door. It goes silent for a few minutes and then again it starts back up, this time slightly different.

The door reopens and they both come waltzing out.

Jake cuts his eyes to Josh, “Alright now that that is taken care of… what’re you two getting into this evening?” He asks.

“I am taking her down to Franklin, we are going on a date.” He replies.

“Ahh, a date, huh? Well, have fun you two.” He says raising his eyebrows at Josh, who nods his head in response.

They are doing that twin telepathy thing….

“Was a pleasure as always…” He says, walking out the door and nodding his head to you.

“I’ll be right back. ” Josh says, following him out the door.

A few minutes later he walks back in, smiling to himself. You love seeing him interact with his brother, their relationship always warming your heart.

“Okay, sorry about that. He isn’t going to say anything. He knows better.” He says.

“All good.” You smile.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lounging, snacking, and starting a movie. When you both start to get tired you decide to turn it off and put an album on instead. A while later Josh turns to you excitedly.

“Are you ready for your surprise?” He asks and you nod your head in anticipation.

He motions for you to follow him to the bedroom. As you step up to the door he stops you and grabs your face, giving you a long and slow kiss.

“Okay, don’t feel obligated by any means…. I just thought maybe….ah I need to stop talking. Okay go ahead.” He says, opening the door.

You step into the room and on the bed there is a whole outfit laid out for you. You look over your shoulder and he shrugs, smiling.

“Josh when did you… when did you have time to go do this?” You ask, shocked.

“This morning, while you were sleeping.” He smiles proudly.

Ahhh so that’s where he was…

You walk up to the outfit, a black long sleeve sweater wrap dress with a deep V neckline and a bow that ties right at the waist. On top of the dress is a long gold chain necklace with a pendant at the end, and a navy blue silk lace bra. Arguably one of the prettiest pieces of lingerie you’ve ever seen.

“Josh, it’s gorgeous…I love this…” you say, holding up the bra. “But there are no panties….” You say suspiciously smirking at him.

A devilish smile crosses his face, “Oh, I know…get ready, we will need to leave soon.” He walks out of the room and shuts the door. Your cheeks flame at the thought of what he might have in mind for tonight.

Maybe he is a little more naughty than I thought…

You immediately strip out of your clothes and put on the new outfit, shocked at how good it looks and how perfectly it fits. The bra is just… breathtaking. You tie the black bow at your waist, the dress hugging every single curve just right. You pull your curling iron and makeup bag out and head for the bathroom. After about twenty minutes your hair is in big blown-out curls around your face and your makeup is done. You spray a little perfume and step back into the bedroom grabbing the gold necklace, the thin chain falling perfectly down the center of the low cut dress.

You slide on the shoes he picked out, somehow knowing your exact size, and they complete the outfit flawlessly. He has great taste. You look hot and you know he is going to lose his mind when you step out of the bedroom.

You swallow and open the door, walking down the hallway. He lets out a long breath when his eyes land on you.

“Oh my god, you are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.” He says, mouth open.

“Josh….” You say bashfully tapping your shoes on the floor.

“You know what, I changed my mind. We are staying here. No one else gets to look at you. You’re mine.” He says playfully, but his eyes have a dark gleam.

“Stop it…. It’s all you. You picked it out…you have really good taste. I love it. So much. Thank you.” You say, lovingly.

“Anything for you, my girl.” He says, reaching out and pulling you forward while kissing your hands. “Okay, there is a glass of wine for you on the counter. Give me 10 minutes to get a quick shower and get changed and then we will go.”

He walks down the hallway and into the bedroom. You hear the shower turn on and you smile, walking over to the glass of wine.

How does he know your favorite?

You sit on the bar stool, just enjoying the music playing on the turntable and sipping your wine. The alcohol already loosening up the nerves in your stomach. Josh knows exactly how to set the mood, spinning The Little Dippers song Forever on the turntable. He even has a candle lit.

Such a romantic.

Right on time, Josh steps out of the bedroom. He is in a pair of light tan denim pants, a white t-shirt with an olive green button down left unbuttoned over top. His hair looks soft and he smells divine.

He’s perfect. So effortlessly perfect.

You snake your arms around his waist as he approaches you. He leans his forehead down against yours and you take the opportunity to press your lips to his. So soft and warm. You almost take him up on his threat of not leaving the house, just so you can have him to yourself.

“You ready to go, love?” He asks.

You nod your head and he places his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the door. He blows out the candle and and turns off the record before he grabs his keys and locks the door behind him. He opens the car door for you with a smile.

Such a gentleman….

As you roll down the road he turns on a playlist that he knows you’ll like before grabbing your hand in his, holding it over the center console. He rubs his thumb over the soft underside of your wrist, causing goosebumps to cover your body.

“So where are we going?” You ask, breaking the silence.

“There is a restaurant I want to take you to. I think you’ll love it. The food is amazing and the drinks are even better. There are a lot of places I want to take you, but this one first.” He says, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the top.

A lit bit later you are stepping into the door of the restaurant. Josh is very prepared and of course made a reservation. He was really serious about the whole ‘real date’ thing. He is doing everything right.

The vibe of the restaurant is very cool, definitely a ‘Josh’ place. It’s got luscious green wingback chairs and modern wooden decor. A modern eclectic vibe.

As the host escorts you to your table Josh places his hand low on your back, almost too low for the public eye.

You look over to him and give him a smirk. He looks back, running his tongue over his bottom lip and biting.

A tingle down below takes you by surprise.

Josh pulls your chair out for you, pushing you in as you sit down. He takes his seat across from you and hands you the drink menu.

“What would you like baby? We can get a bottle, your choice.” He says.

“Red or white?” You ask him.

“Red for me.” He smiles.

“Settled.” you reply flirtatiously.

Soon after ordering the waiter brings the bottle, pouring two glasses of Malbec. He takes your order and leaves you and Josh alone to enjoy each other's company.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Josh. It means a lot to me that you have put so much thought into this.” You say, holding his hand across the table.

“I told you, you deserve everything. And I intend to give it to you.” He replies, lowering his voice with that last sentence. You feel a familiar ache in your lower stomach and adjust in your seat.

You sip your wine as you wait for your meals, the wine letting both of you relax and laugh about little things. Josh’s lips slightly stained from the red wine, and his beautiful smile out on full display. You love how talkative and giggly he gets when he drinks.

A girl nervously approaches your table, clearly one of Josh’s fans.

“Um, hi! I am so sorry to bother you but I just couldn’t leave without saying hi to you. I’m a really big fan, I love your music.” She gushes.

“Hi, nice to meet you! Thanks so much for your support, it means a lot to us.” He smiles at her. “Would you like to take a picture?” He asks her.

“Really? Are you sure?” She asks.

“Absolutely.” He says. He looks to you, “would you mind taking it, love?” He asks.

“Sure!” You reply with a smile.

You snap the photo on her cellphone and she is elated. “Thank you! It was so nice to meet you and I can't wait for your next album!” She says.

“It was so nice to meet you too. Have a great night and hopefully I’ll see you at a show sometime!” He replies with a smile.

She walks off and he sits back down with you. You smile at him, like the cat that ate the canary.

“Oh, hush….you know you’re my girl.” He says patting your hands. “Or do I need to remind you?” He says, giving you a look that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Maybe so, Mr. Kiszka.” You say in a sultry voice.

Your food arrives at the table and you are starving. Josh refills your wine glass and raises his glass for a toast.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight, there is no place in the world I would rather be than right here with you. To many more perfect nights together.” He says.

You blush and clink your glass with his. His eyes sparkle in the dim lighting and you feel a flutter in your chest.

You chat over your meals, his leg rubbing up against yours under the table throughout the entirety. The wine has elicited a sense of arousal in both of you.

Your legs are crossed under the table and a thought runs through your mind... You lift your foot to gently graze his inner thigh.

“Oh… sweetheart that is a dangerous game.” He says in his quiet lower register.

“I like dangerous games….” You reply, continuing the motion and getting dangerously close to the bulge that you’ve created.

“I know you do. But trust me, baby….” He says grabbing your ankle forcefully in his grip, “This game has its consequences.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of consequences?” You ask, licking the edge of your wine glass.

“Oh, keep it up…you’ll find out.” He replies pointedly.

“Maybe I want to find out….” You say, taking a sip of the wine and keeping your eyes locked with his.

“Then, by all means. Please continue….” He says throwing back the rest of his wine.

You bite your pointed finger between your teeth, before running it down your chin, over your neck and stopping as you reach the thin gold chain laying perfectly between your tits.

He bites his cheek and shakes his head, smiling. He reaches down to adjust himself as discreetly as possible. Your arousal pools between your legs, reminding you that you are naked underneath your dress. You aren’t sure what these consequences are, but you can't wait to find out.

You rub your legs together, desperate for some kind of friction. “I think I’m going to go to the bathroom before we leave…” you say, looking at him with telling eyes.

“That’s fine, but don’t you dare touch yourself in that bathroom, gorgeous, or the consequences will be doubled. I will know, trust me.” He replies.

Taken aback by his sudden cockiness, you nod your head with a smirk and excuse yourself.

How would he know if I just….

I better not…

Unless….

No.

Minutes later as you make your way back to the table you see a smirk flash across his face. “I see you heeded my warning. Good girl.”

You feel the arousal creeping down your center.

Good girl? Oh, I like this side of Josh…

“You like that? You like to be my good girl?” He asks seductively, noticing the change in your demeanor.

A side smile crosses your lips. You can’t hide how much this is turning you on.

“Oh, you do….” He says, nodding his head. His finger tapping his jawbone.

“I’m not always a good girl, Josh.…” You reply.

“Oh, I am well aware, beautiful.” He says, as the waiter brings the check. He doesn’t even open it or look at it. He slides his card in the top sending it back with him.

“You know, come to think of it… you have been kind of bad tonight…. Teasing me under the table….trying to touch yourself… What should I do about that, do you think?” He asks.

“What do you want to do about it, Josh?” You ask, almost whispering.

“I think you’re about to find out.” He says licking his lips.

You swallow nervously, but you’re extremely intrigued by this side of him that you haven’t seen before.

“I didn’t know you-” you start as he cuts you off.

“What? Didn’t think I could play this game too? There’s still a lot you don’t know about me.” He replies, signing the check before flicking his eyes back to yours, now dark with lust.

“Let’s go, baby, I have plans for us.” He says, pulling you out of your chair.

You bite your lip and quickly stand, grabbing your purse and pulling your dress down.

“Oh don’t bother sweetheart, it’s not going to matter in a few minutes.” He says, whispering in your ear as he escorts you out the front door. His hand slides down the swell of your ass. He looks over his shoulder to see if anyone is behind you before sliding his hand down to the hem of your dress, letting his fingers hook underneath the fabric tugging upward as his fingertips glide across your skin.

“Josh! Someone could see us!” You say, nervously.

“Let 'em. I told you this game had consequences, and you so willingly agreed.” The words rolling out of his perfect mouth.

You reach the car in the now almost empty parking lot across from the restaurant. To your surprise, he opens the back door of his car.

“After you…” he says, motioning you to climb in. You look at him with a suspicious look and he just smirks. Looking around before climbing in after you and shutting the door.

He grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him, straddling him in the backseat. His hands are all over you and your mouths connect, harsh and passionate. You grind yourself into him, feeling his rock hard erection on your bare center.

He kisses your neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh and lightly biting you, eliciting a groan from your mouth. Suddenly he releases you, putting you down in the seat next to him. He slides over to the opposite seat and leans into the window.

“Go ahead.” He says, folding his hands in his lap.

“What?” You say, panting.

“You wanted to touch yourself so bad in the restaurant….well… now you can. Go ahead. I’m going to watch you.” He says. Your eyes about bulge from your head.

Who is this, and what has he done with Josh?

Why is he so fucking hot?

“Lean against the door and face me. I am going to watch you touch yourself, gorgeous.” The words dripping from his lips like honey.

“Josh…” you say bashfully.

“Don’t act all shy now…. Rubbing your foot on my cock right in the middle of the goddamn restaurant. It’s a wonder I didn’t drag you to the bathroom and fuck you right there. Alas, here we are. I’m waiting.” He says, licking his lips.

You stare at him shocked, but you aren’t one to turn down a challenge. You like this side of Josh. You want him to stick around for a while s you press him further.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, leaning back against the door, running your hands up your thighs, lifting your dress up just a little higher on your legs, teasing him.

“Oh, you will. I know you will. You’ll do whatever I tell you. You want me to tell you exactly what to do. Look at you already pushing your dress up. Needy girl… You want me to watch you. You’re getting off on it aren’t you baby?” Josh asks.

He knows you.

He knows exactly how much it’s getting you off because he’s getting off on it too.

You shrug your shoulders and lean back further resting your head on the window. You slide your hand through your thighs and up your center.

“Pull your dress up.” He snaps.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Mr. Kiszka.” You say, pulling your dress up and around your hips, leaving yourself exposed to him.

“In fact, take the dress off. I want to see that gorgeous blue lace on your skin. The dress was just a formality anyway. I have been thinking about what was underneath, and what…. wasn’t… this whole time.” He says.

“You are very demanding you know.” You say, pulling the dress over your head.

“Fucking stunning.” He breathes. “Now touch yourself, my patience is growing thin.”

You flick your eyes to him and slide your hand down as you begin to circle your clit. Your mouth opens as you finally feel some relief. A hiss escapes from his mouth and you slide your fingers through your center, collecting your wetness and returning back to your clit. You notice his breathing become heavier, his gaze never leaving you.

“You wish it were you don’t you Joshy…” you say.

He doesn’t respond, just biting his lips as he watches you work yourself for a minute or two. A moan escapes your lips as your hips gently bow upward. You are close.

“Stop.” He says.

Your eyes flick to his. You don’t stop.

“Don’t make me say it again. You aren’t going to cum yet. Not until I say so.” He demands, effectively denying your release.

Your hand stops, and you bring your fingers up to your lips. Sucking on them slowly, challenging him with your eyes. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I’m going to fuck you, but it’s going to be quick. Can’t get caught like this.” He says, grabbing your arms and pulling you back to him. He fumbles with his belt buckle, quickly unbuttoning his pants and pushing his boxers down. He pulls you to straddle him.

You press your lips to his, entangling your fingers into his hair like you have imagined all night.

He grabs his cock and lines it up with your center, grabbing your ass and lifting you up. You feel the tip of him pressing at your opening. Neither of you able to wait any longer you both move toward each other, groaning at the mutual sense of relief as he fills you.

He presses kisses to your neck, his hands slamming your hips into his at a rapid pace. You hear him whisper, his hot breath against your neck.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight…you think you deserve this cock?” He asks.

“I think all bad girls need a reminder of why they should be good.” You say. You feel him twitch inside of you, clearly enjoying your response.

“Well let me give you that reminder….” He says, thrusting into you impossibly hard, a scream leaving your chest.

“That’s right baby, scream for me. Tell me you’re sorry. That you’ll be a good girl from now on.” He says, continuing to thrust into you.

“I’m waiting….” He says, his hands releasing your tits from the silky blue fabric.

“If you’re gonna fuck me like this when I’m bad, then I’ll never be good…” you cry out between breaths.

“Wrong answer baby… try again.” He says hitting your g spot, continually. His hand reaches up and wraps around your throat.

Holy fuck, I never thought I’d see the day…

“Josh, I’m gonna cum…” you cry out.

He stops moving and releases his hand. “No, you’re not. Not until you apologize for being such a tease.”

“No, you’re edging me. You’re being the tease.” You reply, lifting yourself up and down, begging for him to continue.

“If you don’t like it, why are you moaning?” He whispers into your ear, resuming thrusting into you. You throw your head back and you clench around him.

“God damn it, you feel so good.” He grunts. “Say it. Say it so you can cum baby.”

Desperate for release you admit defeat. “I’m sorry, fuck Josh…. I’m sorry I was such a tease. I’ll be a good girl, I promise….” You cry out.

“Fucking right you will. My good fuckin’ girl. Come for me, angel.” He says.

Like magic his words send your head spinning as your body is flooded with the high of your orgasm. You clench around him as you max out on pleasure. His name leaving your lips.

His hips falter and his breathing becomes erratic as he reaches his own release, spilling inside of you with a final thrust of his hips. His hands tighten on your hips, pushing himself as deep as he can reach.

He rests his forehead on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “That was…” he struggles to find the words.

Instead of letting him finish his thought, you press your lips to his letting your tongue swirl with his for a few seconds before pulling back. You lift yourself off of him and find your dress.

“Get yourself together Mr. Kiszka, you still have to drive us home.” You say, pulling the dress over your head and opening the door, walking to the passenger side, and climbing in.

The drive home is relatively silent. Both of you knowing that if either one of you speak you would never make it home, instead pulling off on a side road and going at it again. Your hands tease each other the entire way home. His rubbing circles on your inner thigh, you gently grazing his hard length over his pants. A groan leaving his mouth every so often and his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel. After what feels like an eternity you are pulling into his driveway, you both collect your things and rush inside.

Josh barely lets you walk through the door before pushing you up against it, furiously kissing your neck, his hands pulling up the bottom of the dress.

“Josh…” you breathe out.

“Hmmmm…” he groans against your skin.

“Let’s go into the bedroom.” You whisper.

He pulls away from you and grabs your hand. He locks the front door behind you before pulling you down the hallway. As you reach the bedroom door he pushes it open and flings you inside.

“Get undressed. I will be right back.” He says, walking back out of the room.

You pull off the dress and the bra before taking off the necklace and slipping into the bed. He returns a few minutes later with two glasses of what you’re pretty sure is Whiskey, offering one to you.

You throw back the entirety of it, ready to have him on you again. He watches and throws his back as well, following suit.

“Thirsty?” He asks.

“Are you?” You quip back.

“For you? Always.” He answers.

The alcohol is warming your skin, your cheeks growing hot and flushing pink.

He leads you to sit on the bed next to him and takes your glass from your hand, placing it on the nightstand with his own.

Josh grabs your face between his thumb and forefinger. “You tell me to stop if it gets to be too much.” He demands.

“I won’t.” You reply quietly.

His lips press to yours, biting your lip and pulling it between his teeth, drawing blood. A gasp leaving your mouth at the sting of his bite, and the irony taste in your mouth.

You kiss him back harder, digging your fingers into his scalp. He grabs your wrists from behind his head and pins them down to the bed, above your head.

“No, we are going to do it my way. You had your fun earlier.” He says.

Your eyes widen staring directly into his, desperate for more of him.

“I want to try something, do you trust me?” He asks, his eyes searching yours for permission. You are intrigued, immediately nodding your head feverishly.

“Of course, Josh. I’m yours. However you want me...” He smiles at your words and lays you down on the bed, positioning your head on the pillow leaving you slightly propped up. He climbs over you, positioning his knee so it is pressed right against your clit. You grind your hips forward, hoping to feel a bit of relief.

“So needy already, we haven’t even started.” he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter closed as you try to center yourself and relax. You open them again when you hear glass clinking, finding Josh fishing out an ice cube. You shiver in anticipation, mind racing at what he has planned. You had no idea he could be so adventurous in the bedroom but you’re loving every minute of it.

“Okay baby, this might be cold at first. But I promise I will warm you up.” He reassures you, taking the ice cube and dragging it down your neck towards your chest. The cold sensation causes goosebumps to rise on your skin.

He follows the path he is making with his tongue, the mixture of the icy water and his hot breath feels intense but in a good way. It makes you hyper aware of his mouth and how it feels against your skin. He trails the cube down your sternum and then onto your breasts. He does this painfully slow, watching intently at his own movements, and you are writhing in anticipation. You whimper involuntarily, hoping he will take the hint and give you some relief with his mouth. His eyes snap up to yours and he laughs lightly. “Do you need something, baby?”

“Josh, please. I’m freezing. Need you.” You sound pathetic at this point but you don’t care. “I could get used to you saying that.” He smirks and lowers his head. He begins working his tongue over your nipples, flicking it over them rapidly and causing the ache between your legs to intensify. You buck your hips up, desperate for any sort of touch where you need him most. He brings his hand to your hip and firmly holds it down.

“Uh, uh. Patience, darling.” he narrows his eyes and starts to lower himself down your body. You groan at the loss of contact between your legs as he takes his knee away.

He trails wet kisses down your torso and stomach, taking his sweet time to drag his tongue with each kiss. After what feels like forever he is finally hovering right above your center. He takes the ice cube that is now melting rapidly in his hand and slides it up and down your slick center. The feeling causes you to squirm under him. His eyes watch every move he makes, and his fixation with your body mixed with the cold of the ice makes you feel out of your mind with need.

After a few seconds, the ice cube is gone and he lowers his head to you, licking a hot stripe from your core to your clit. You groan at the feeling, the temperature change causing the sensation to be more intense than usual. You whine his name again, hoping he is ready to show you some mercy.

“Beg all you want, sweetheart but no cumming until I say so. You still have a lesson to learn.” He looks up at you as he laps his tongue against your sensitive bud. Licking it gently and slowly, knowing it is driving you crazy. It’s almost painful how bad you need to feel more. You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into your groin. He removes your arms and pins your wrists against the bed.

All of a sudden his tongue picks up the pace, he moans against you, and the vibrations cause you to lift your hips again. This time he lets you, taking the opportunity to use his fingers on his now free hand. He slowly pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp as he curls them up, hitting the perfect spot immediately. You start to bounce up and down, too impatient to wait for him to move faster.

“Fuck, you look so hot getting yourself off on my fingers. Does that feel good, baby?” his words only push you closer to the edge you are barely standing on.

“Josh, please?” you make eye contact with him and bite your lip, silently asking for your release.

“No.” he quickly pulls his fingers out and flips you over so you are on your knees facing away from him. He roughly grabs you by your hips and pulls you back so your ass is against his pelvic bones. He drags his cock up and down your folds, teasing you by entering the tip with each pass over your center. You back yourself up, trying to take matters into your own hands.

“You want it that bad, baby? Aching to feel me inside you? Such a needy little thing. Fuck I love it…” his voice is so low, and your lower stomach is absolutely on fire with desire.

Finally, he pushes into you, and without any time for adjustment, he is thrusting at a fast and hard pace. Your breath is taken away at the sudden fullness. His dick hits the spot you need each time, and you can feel yourself getting close once again. Your breath is loud now, and he can tell you aren’t going to last much longer.

“Already ready to cum for me, baby? Go ahead, you’ve waited long enough. I want to feel how good I make you feel.” he wraps his arm around you and begins circling your clit with the pad of his middle finger, coaxing you to your climax. Within seconds your vision goes white and you’re riding the wave of euphoria as your orgasm rushes over you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Feels so good. I’m right there too, going to fill you up.” his voice begins to trail off and his breathing gets erratic. He moans your name amongst other expletives and you feel his release pulsing inside of you.

Pulling out slowly, he slides your hair over your shoulder and peppers soft kisses up your back. You flip yourself over and lay your head on the pillow, grabbing his arm and pulling him down next to you.

Enjoying the post orgasm glow you both lay there in each others arms, both panting trying to catch your breath.

A few minutes later you go to stand to head to the bathroom, and he pushes you back down and tells you he will go and be right back. He returns with a warm washcloth and lets you finish the job after his initial attempt. He grabs it back from you, walking to the bathroom and then returning to you.

“Want your normal shirt?” He asks, holding it up.

“Yes....” You smirk back.

He reaches into your bag and then throws you a pair of panties and the t shirt. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants and rejoins you in the bed. You are both absolutely exhausted and immediately curl into each other's arms. He turns off the light and sighs into your neck.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight Josh, and for everything before and after. It was perfect. I love it.” You say, barely a whisper.

“I would do anything for you, love.” He replies, turning your face and kissing your lips. “Anything.” He repeats pulling you into him closer.

“I didn’t know you could be so... you’re always so sweet and gentle. I didn’t know if you would ever… be with me in that way.” You stammer.

“I told you, baby, there is a lot you still don’t know about me. But you’re right. I typically like the gentle passionate sex more, or at least I thought. Tonight was… different. I liked it. No. I loved it. I don’t know if we will be able to have gentle sex again any time soon. The look in your eyes? Fuck me… When we both came in the car like that? You’re just so… sexy and confident and… breathtakingly gorgeous… I was always afraid of hurting you but, now I know you like it to hurt, and so do I.” He says.

“I loved it too, Josh. But I love our gentle sex too. I like both. Love both.” You reply.

“Me too, my love.” He whispers.

You’re unsure if it was the wine, the sex or the whiskey, but you are exhausted and already drifting off to sleep.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest? That is from Josh. Without a doubt.

JOSH POV

Pain. Massive headache.

Groaning as you force your eyes open you are met with the blurry sight of hair in your face. Neither of you must have moved last night, both exhausted. You remove your hand from her hip and swipe her hair out of your eyes smoothing it over her pillow. She is still sleeping, her breathing is deep and even.

You roll slightly to grab your phone from the nightstand it shows 2 unread texts. You open the messages and see it's Daniel, having texted you at 3 in the morning.

Daniel: IMAGE

Daniel: Well isn’t that sweet…

What the hell?

You click on the image and it’s a photo from last night, taken from across the restaurant. Pictured is the both of you at the table, her hands interlocked with yours over the table and her foot twisted with your leg underneath, a smile on your faces.

Shit. Where did he get this?

You immediately open Instagram and are met with hundreds of notifications. You swipe them away, looking at your tagged photos and you see it. The girl you met last night. She posted the photo of the two of you, but as you swipe through you also see the offending photo of you and your beautiful date.

Shit. Have they already found her? They are going to attack her. You have to get out ahead of this. This is not how you wanted anyone to find out.

Realizing that there really isn’t anything you can do at this point, you close the app and go back to your texts with Daniel. You sit there, heart pounding trying to think of something to say that would explain the situation, but you can't.

You: I was going to talk to you about it soon.

To your surprise, he replies quickly.

Daniel: How long?

You: A week or so, we were going to just keep it to ourselves for a while. But apparently that wasn’t in the cards. I’m sorry dude, I would have much rather told you myself than have you find out like this.

Daniel: I can’t say I’m surprised and it’s okay, I get it. I have always known there was something with you two. Just take care of her.

You: I promise I will. Bigger issue is the shit storm she’s about to get when people figure out who she is. She is grossly unprepared.

Daniel: Yeah I would make that priority number one this morning, people are already talking.

Josh: Great…I’m on it. Thanks for the heads up. Thankfully one of us knows how to use social media…

Daniel: Lol, of course.

She stirs next to you, you lock your phone and set it back on the table.

She rolls over to face you, “Good morning…” she says placing a soft kiss to your ribs. A shiver runs through your body at the feel of her lips on your skin.

“Good morning beautiful girl.” You reply kissing her forehead.

“I know you just woke up but I need to talk to you…” you say nervously.

You see a look of panic cross her face.

“No, no, nothing like that….The girl that we met last night…. She posted photos.” You say.

“Yeah, I took them, they were good!” She says confused.

“No, baby. Of us. Together. They are on socials.” You say softly.

Concern crosses her face. “Oh…” is all she says.

“I have already been texted about it this morning, Daniel sent it to me at like 3am.” You say. “Not exactly how I wanted him to find out… but he seems to be okay with it.” You say reassuringly.

She nods, unsure of how to respond.

“But that's not the issue… fans are going to start speculating. I just want you to prepare yourself. Most are sweet and really are the greatest people but sometimes they can be cruel for no reason and say things just to get at you.” You say rubbing her arm. “Just wanted you to know. Do you want to see the picture?” You ask and she nods her head yes.

You grab your phone and pull up the photo, showing it to her.

“At least we look cute together.” She says smiling up at you.

“We do.” You kiss her face and set your phone back on the table.

“Just don’t want anything to ruin this. I wanted to keep you to myself, but it seems the universe has other plans.” You say.

“Always does…” She hums.

“Coffee?” You ask her and she nods eagerly.

HER POV

“Okay, beautiful. I will be back in about a week or so. I will miss you!” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Have fun, be careful. Come back to me in one piece!” You giggle.

“Be back before you know it.” He says smiling, his car pulling out of the parking lot of your apartment complex.

You wave goodbye and head back inside to start getting ready for work. A few hours later you find yourself standing behind the bar, wishing your favorite guys would walk in. It's so quiet when they aren’t here. Just hushed conversations and the sound of billiards balls smacking together. Luckily this shift and the next 3 shifts go by quickly and easily. There would only be a few more days until they came back to provide your nightly entertainment.

Each day that they have been gone Josh has texted you cool photos of the places they were, texted you that he misses you and can’t wait to get back to you, and called you each night as he goes to bed. He is really putting in that 100% effort he promised and you feel a sense of happiness that it wasn’t an empty promise that you have become so accustomed to.

As you stand behind the bar tonight the bell rings over the door and a new face walks in. You haven’t seen her before, and you’ll definitely need to ID her.

She looks young…

A few minutes later another girl walks in to join her, and they are sitting at a table in the corner, talking and looking back at you.

God, what are they looking at?

A few minutes later they approach the bar.

“Hi, can I ask you a question? It's gonna sound crazy…” one girl asks.

“Go ahead…” you reply cautiously.

“Have you heard of Greta Van Fleet?” She asks.

Your eyes widen and you realize they are here looking for the guys.

“Yeah, I have…” you say.

The other girl begins to talk, “So… we heard they hang out here sometimes. Is that true?”

Unsure if you should out their nightly routine you avoid answering the question and shake your head dismissively.

“So they do come here….” One of the girls says pointedly.

“No, I didn’t say that.” You reply harshly.

“You didn’t answer?” She says.

“Because it’s not your business.” You reply. “How old are you two? If you’re not over 21, you both need to leave.” You say.

“Oh my god, she's the girl from the picture.” She says, hitting her friend on the arm.

She grabs her phone and pulls up the photo and they both quickly realize that it is in fact you in the picture.

“You’re dating Josh Kiszka?” They both ask shocked.

“What? You two should go…” You reply.

“This is you in the picture, is it not?” She asks showing you the photo.

Flicking your eyes to the photo, you look away after you see it.

“Again, it’s not your business and this is inappropriate. I think you should both leave.” You reply harshly.

“You know, you don’t seem like someone Josh would date. You’re kind of a bitch.” She quips back.

“Excuse me? And just how would you know what kind of person Josh would date? It's sad you think you know anything about him....You're pathetic… get out.” You demand.

The girls stare at each other for a second before turning back to you.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that…” she says, stepping away from the counter and walking out the door.

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