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Please, Mr. Miller? Sequel part 3 - DBF!Joel x f!Reader

As I type this, the winner of the "What story should I post next?" poll is this one by a landslide, which is lucky because I can't get these two horny idiots outta my head.

summary: After fucking Joel Miller in a bathroom during dinner with your BF and best friend Sarah last night he suggests you two meet to talk things out before you leave for Ibiza. . . But talking isn't all you do.

Part 3 of this sequel of PWP with a lil' plot thrown in. Suspend your disbelief y'all.

words: 7.6k

rating: 18+

warnings: Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Kissing, Exhibitionism, Cuckhold, oral (F and M receiving), Infidelity, Caught in the Act, Angst, Age Gap, Possessiveness,

a/n: I write some depraved shit, but I think this might take the cake. You've been warned.

masterlist here

[2:45pm] HIM💜 : We gotta talk

[2:48pm] I'm leaving for Ibiza at five. I'm packing.

[2:448pm] HIM💜: Sarah is with Charlie. She told me they're gonna spend the night in town. Some anniversary thing.

[2:49pm] K

[2:50pm] HIM💜: So maybe I could come over and we could talk about everything?

[2:55pm] I don't know Joel

[2:55pm] HIM💜: No funny business. I think we just need to get things out in the open

[2:57pm] HIM💜: Please

[2:59pm] Ok.

///

Joel arrives an hour later with two coffees and a sheepish expression on his handsome face. The dorms are mostly empty thanks to spring break, so no one sees the man coming into your room. You step back, letting him enter as you take the coffee from him with a soft thanks. He’s wearing a soft grey t-shirt under a green plaid flannel, his dark jeans straining over his thighs.

You take a sip of the coffee, trying to fight the affection that swims in your chest when you realize he knows exactly how you take it.

"Didn't really get a good look at this place yesterday," Joel says as he walks the perimeter of the small space trying to work up the courage to broach the topic you both want to dance around. "S'cozy."

Joel looks at your bed and you see something pass behind his eyes; a thought, a feeling, you're not quite sure. You wiser what he thinks of your pale pink sheets and fluffy pillows. If he notices the books that are strewn over your nightstand.

"I'm reading this one right now," he mutters, pointing to Bloom Meridian sitting atop the pile. "S' good."

"I'm enjoying it,” you offer stiffly. You don’t know how to feel about him right now. He looks and smells so damn good, but at the same time all you can think of is how he ignored you until last night. How he stopped responding to your texts until he wanted something. You put the coffee cup on your dresser, feeling nervous.

“Joel you didn’t come here to talk books.”

Joel blinks a moment before he nods awkwardly, draining what remains of his coffee before dropping it in the garbage can. He inhales slowly, like a balloon being filled and then he fixes you with a stern look.

"I just wanted to come over to say that this is getting out of control," Joel says quietly.

No shit.

You manage to get out a sharp laugh of derision. "I'm not the one who followed me into a bathroom, Joel."

Joel holds his hands up in defense. "Not saying it's you. It's me too. More me than anything and I'm sorry for it."

Sorry for it.

Regret.

It’s all there etched in the crinkles of his wary eyes as he stares at you. No, he’s staring at your ear, not able to look directly into your eyes. For some reason this makes you furious and heartbroken all in one stroke. Your arms cross in front of your chest, holding you and your emotions at bay.

"I wish you were sorry for calling me when you were drunk," you shoot back finding no reason not to lay into him. "And for fingering me at a table surrounded by everyone including my fucking boyfriend."

Joel's cheeks flush and he winces. You see the way his shoulders slump and his head tilts to look at the ground in shame.

"I’m real sorry for that too. That was a horrible fucking thing to do."

And yet it’s not that which hurts the most. It’s what he said that night of the phone call. The sentence that’s been running around in your mind for the last few weeks. The thing that keeps you up when you should be asleep.

"I really wish you'd apologize for telling me I was gonna ruin your life."

Joel’s head jerks up. "Huh? When did I do that?"

"The drunk phone call."

"Fuck," Joel's hand drags down his face. "I don't even remember that. But I mean..."

He trails off and with every beat of silence you feel your ire grow. Is he actually trying to blame everything on you? You stride over to him, gratified when he takes a nervous step backwards into Sarah’s dresser.

"You're saying I ruined your life?" Anger courses through you now, red hot and piping. You shove his muscled shoulders brutally and he doesn't move. "You're saying you didn't ruin mine? You think you don't haunt my fucking dreams?"

Each word is punctuated with an attempted punch against Joel's chest that he deflects gently by taking your wrists in his hands, holding you, tears in both of your eyes.

"You think I haven't thought about you every fucking day since Christmas?" You say biting back sobs.

"You're with that boy aren't you?" Joel hisses back, the grip on your wrists tightening. "Don't think you're too lonely."

"And you're with Tess!"

"Not for long!' Joel roars at you, his voice a rumble from his chest. Almost immediately you see his eyes shut, his face screwing up as if he’s just been stabbed. You realize he hadn’t meant to share this information with you.

Now it’s your turn to take a step backwards, your wrists still caught in his hold. His words settle over you both, leaving you with wide eyes as Joel's jaw tics.

"W-what?"

Joel drops your wrists and lowers himself to sit on the edge of your bed, his breath coming out in a long sigh.

"S'why she's not here this week," Joel tells you, head in his hands, elbows balanced on his thighs. "We've been arguin' a lot, practically since we got married, but lately its been worse. She suggested this week be good for time apart. To clear our heads."

You blink quickly before coming to sit next to him, your hands folding over your lap. There’s a rocking sensation in your stomach, a mixture between profound joy and extreme compassion. You think of Tess and Joel as people separate from you, a husband and wife who have found themselves in a terrible position.

"I'm sorry, Joel."

"No you're not."

"Don't tell me how I feel," you shoot back irritated. "I am sorry for you and for Tess. Divorce is hard. I'm sorry for Sarah."

"Sarah barely knew Tess," Joel shrugs. "Neither of them really made much effort. Not that I blame 'em. Sarah's a grown woman, she doesn't need a mom."

"But you love her," you reason in a small voice.

"I did- do," Joel self corrects. He doesn't look at you; his head is still in his hands. His thumbs rub small circles into his temple. You can feel the tension that remains.

"But it's not just that, is it?"

He straightens, eyes moving to your face before fleeing to the rest of the room. He picks apart the dents in the wall from when you and Sarah had a dance party after exams. The papers on your desk that are scribbled on. The soft lace that trim the pillows on your bed. From where you sit it all looks so immature. The longer he looks the more he shakes his head.

"It's just ... I'm some fucking cliché," Joel mutters ruefully. "Old guy fucking some gorgeous young thing until she gets bored."

"Bored?"

"You think I'm dumb?" Joel snaps and for once he intimidates you with the glare he shoots your way. "If I were just some guy on the street you'd never have looked twice. But I'm married and your friend's dad and you thought you'd have a fun little thrill."

The air is knocked from your lungs.

"You think I'm doing this because I get off on you being married?" You ask, crestfallen.

Joel fixes you with a withering gaze that makes you want to shrink back into the bed sheets.

"You fucked me in my bed saying you could keep a secret, sucked my wedding ring off my finger, told me to hold you down with my left hand, when I fucked you in my truck," Joel starts to list off the various moments of indiscretion. "What am I supposed to think about that?"

Your eyes fall to your fingers tangled in your lap.

"I liked the power of making you want me," you confess quietly. "That you shouldn't want me but you did. That you were choosing me."

"It turned you on that it was wrong."

Joel's voice is full of so much disgust that it infuriates you.

"It turned you on too! The whole forbidden thing, I know it did. You don’t get to put this all on me! You’re the one that chose to fuck my mouth with your wife out the window. You liked sneaking around, Joel."

"Yeah and look at us now!"

"Yeah, look at us now," you scoff. Joel looks like he wants to jump out the window or punch something. He bites the inside of his cheek, unable to look at you when he speaks next.

"It was nothing but a thrill for you."

“That’s not true.”

“You wanted to fuck a married guy,” Joel insists with a disgusted scoff. “I was just the first one stupid enough to do it.”

“So fucking me was stupid?”

“No,” Joel insists and you see the panic there in the dark of his eyes. “It was… I’m the older one, I never shoulda let it go this far.”

“I’m an adult, Joel,” you say rolling your eyes. “Neither of us is clean here. We both did it and we both liked it. And yeah, I can admit it started as a married man thing, but that's not how it ended. Not for me."

Joel’s barely breathing as he rubs at the back of his neck anxiously. He keeps rolling his tongue to the side of his cheek, deep in thought as he paces back and forth in front of you.

"Good sex-"

"It's not just the sex," you cut in, breath trembling with the sudden honesty. "Those times at Christmas when you and I talked? The snowflake? When you look at me you see something. The same something I see in you."

Joel's eyes have softened, and he comes back to sit next to you on the bed. His large frame causes the mattress to creak. It's funny he can look so fierce in that body of his, but when you see his eyes you can see inside and you know there's nothing but sweet gentle kindness that draws you in.

"What do you see?"

"I don't know exactly," you shrug, overwhelmed by the emotion. "Something powerful. Something that draws us together over and over. Something that when I’m in your arms makes the rest of the world go quiet."

Joel grows still and his brows knit together. He twists slightly, his knee bumping into yours. His voice is thoughtful and measured when he finally speaks to you, squinting.

"I'm supposed to believe you actually want me? You? Beautiful, intelligent young woman wants an old man like me?"

"You're not old," you insist with a frown. "Mature yeah, but not old."

"Old enough to be your da-" Joel catches himself, flushing pink at the tips of his ears. "Old enough to be your father."

"You had Sarah real young," you say with amusement. "My dad's got at least fifteen years on you."

Joel gives a wry smirk but you can see the discomfort in his features.

"Joel have you seen yourself?" You say with confusion clear in your expression. "Do you not see how women look at you? The waitress last night nearly dropped the pitcher of sangria on my lap because she was staring at you."

"C'mon now," Joel says shyly glancing away from you. You can tell he's not used to this kind of praise, this kind of appreciation and it hurts to know that.

"It's true," you insist, wishing you could cover his face in kisses. "The first time I saw you in the airport I was shocked at how hot you were."

"Enough," Joel is embarrassedly looking away now, tilting slightly from your searching gaze.

"Your arms in that t-shirt," you continue, voice growing dreamy. "Your shoulders when you were carrying stuff to your truck."

Your closer now, body angling towards his and pupils blown wide.

"Don't," Joel warns you huskily, tilting slightly back from you. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want me to fuck you," Joel murmurs.

"Maybe I do."

"Well that's the problem ain't it?" Joel huffs, forcing himself to a stand again. You don’t miss the way he moves slightly hunched over, trying to hide his burgeoning erection. "We can't keep goin' on like this. It's gotta stop. But we both gotta be in agreement. We gotta help each other."

"How?"

"If one of us starts up the other ones gotta stop it," Joel insists. "We gotta be strong for each other."

"But what if I don't want to be strong?" You ask him with genuine feeling. "What if I wanted to keep seeing you? Not just for sex?"

"You'll get bored."

"I won't."

“We barely know one another,” Joel says. “You might hate me the more you get to know me.”

“Not possible.”

All you can focus on the anguish in Joel's face. You want to soothe the concern from his brow, to kiss his full mouth into submission.

"I should go," Joel says and you watch his eyes slide over your face. You feel desperation tingling through your body.

"So what can we do?" you ask, noting the way Joel's gaze snaps to you as your voice grows husky around the edges.

"Whadda ya mean," Joel asks nervously.

"Where's the line?" You ask innocently. "Can I hug you goodbye, for example?"

Joel's face relaxes, he nods. "Yeah, course."

"Okay good," you say breathily. "Kiss?"

"Not on the mouth."

"Jesus," you roll your eyes.

"We can't," Joel pleads with his eyes. "I can't control myself. Please, we just need to do it this way. Go cold turkey."

Joel swallows and you know you don't want to force him to do anything. If Joel wants you like you want him it shouldn't feel like persuasion. It should be easy.

“Okay.”

You stand and slowly make your way over to him. He holds his arms open, urging you into a tight hug. Your arms go around his waist, your cheek tilting against his chest.

"Well, thanks for seein' me and listenin' to my side of things,” he murmurs against your forehead. You feel tears welling up at the corners of your eyes.

"Anytime Mister Miller."

And just as you begin to accept that perhaps this really is the end, you feel Joel's cock growing hard against your stomach and everything unravels. You press yourself more tightly against him, shifting against him as his fingers dig into your back.

"What're you doin'?" Joel asks in a voice that sounds thick. But his hips are already starting to roll against you.

"Just saying goodbye," you say as if oblivious to his cock hardening further against your belly. Your face is buried in his t-shirt, inhaling deeply the scent of his cologne, his deodorant, the soap from his shower. Everything that makes him Joel.

"Shouldn't-"

"You said hugs were okay," you purr, nuzzling against his sternum. You hold in a smile when he shivers and grips you tighter to him. His hands slide down to cup your ass, kneading the flesh there under your jeans and pulling you tighter against his pelvis.

"Should stop," he tells you in a voice made of velvet over iron. He says this even as he grips your ass and forces his denim-clad cock between your legs the best he can. He rubs there, rutting against you as your arms move to encircle his neck.

Your mouth sponges against his jaw and Joel does nothing to stop you. He even angles his neck so it's easier for you to begin nibbling gently along his muscled tendons that run the length of it as he continues to grind against you.

"Feels good," he murmurs dreamily.

"Yeah?" You whisper huskily. Your hand moves from Joel's back to slide down to the swell of his ass through his jeans. "Gonna let me keep making you feel good?"

His hips tilt into your palm, inhaling through his nose when you start to grind back against him.

"Yes."

"Aren't you gonna stop me?" You huff against his mouth.

"No."

"Cuz you want this just as much as I do?"

"Yes," Joel's mouth crashes against yours. "Fuck yes, I do."

He kisses you fiercely, holding you so tightly to him you’re almost breathless. You make small whining noises, hands gripping against him, begging him brokenly to please fuck you.

"Here in your bed?" Joel says huskily, lips quirking into an oily smirk. "So you can come all over your pretty pink sheets?"

"Yes," you breathe, lips parting as his mouth finds yours.

He wastes no time divesting you both of your clothing, grinning at you when you lay back on your bed, arms above your head and arch in anticipation. You’re exposed to him in every way and you love it.

He stands next to the bed, hair ruffled from when he's taken his t-shirt off.

“You really want this?”

“Yes, Joel. I really do.”

He lets a palm slide from your kneecap upwards. You arch, ready for his hands and mouth and cock and whatever else he'll give you.

"Lemme just look at you a moment," he says, his warm eyes running the length of your naked body. The head of his cock weeps the longer his eyes linger. "Goddam you are a beautiful thing."

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks, unable to look him in the face. Instead your eyes fixate on his cock, thick and beautiful. You curve up onto your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed with a playful look as Joel stares at you from under half-lowered lids.

"Please, Mister Miller?" you say nuzzling his thigh with your cheek.

"You wanna taste?" He croons, palm on your cheek as you nod up at him. "Go on, baby."

You lick his reddened tip and you taste him salty and warm on your tongue, eyelids flickering as you begin to suck. Joel's fingers wind in your hair,

"Fuck I missed this," Joel groans from where he stands beside the bed. "Missed you."

You hum around his cock in agreement, palms rubbing along his belly in comfort. He missed you like you missed him. He moves slowly, his cock dragging out to circle your lips before he pushes back in, making you moan around his shaft.

"Not gonna last long if you keep goin'," he rasps. "And I wanna last for you."

It's your only night until how long? Graduation maybe, you think. But who knows if you'll be able to steal away like this again? In a few short hours you leave for Ibiza with your boyfriend. He’ll be on a plane ride home.

Joel pulls you off of him before his mouth descends, nipping your bottom lip before his mouth seals over yours.

You pull his naked body down against you into the bed, feeling his knees on either side of your hips as he kisses you. His hands are warm and large and they swim over your skin, taking time to savor your flesh as he licks into your mouth. You feel his cock bob against your belly, weeping. You break off to look at it with anticipation.

"Look at what you do to me," Joel murmurs. “Cock never gets like this with anyone else.”

“I want it, Joel.”

"Get on your hands and knees."

You do, back arching as you glance back at him. He's panting, his large eyes fixed on you. A feeling like love overtakes you, making you break his gaze as you turn your head around, dropping it forward as he slides into your welcoming cunt. The stretch is perfect, leaving you full and warm and... His. You feel like his.

"How do you always feel so fucking perfect?" he groans out from behind you as he starts to thrust.

"It's you who's perfect," you moan back, dropping to your forearms as Joel begins to pound into you. "Never felt so full."

"Never?" Joel grinds out, slapping your ass playfully. "What about Connor?"

"Nothing to me," you answer firmly, not bothering to correct the name. "S'only because I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Joel's hips slow a moment, long enough for you to glance over your shoulder at him. He's shooting you an inscrutable look, his mouth thinned.

"I don't want you waiting for me," he says slowly. “You deserve the world. You deserve a man who can treat you right, who can be with you.”

"I know, I'm not," you lie.

"Alright then," Joel nods and needing to reclaim the frenzy from before he pushes into you with a groan. "Now be good and show me how much you missed my cock."

///

Conrad has always had things come easy to him. Friends, Grades, female attention. And when things didn't come easy he always had money. Money solves a lot of issues.

Today he pops his earbuds in and starts blasting Kanye before shooting you off a quick text as he walks towards your place on campus. His bags are already in the car, ready for a romantic get away with his girl.

[4:55pm] Hey babe u ready?

A text comes through as soon as he sends that one to you.

I miss your cock bb. [Foryou.jpg]

Attached is a very obscene photos of Pam giving a coquettish look to the camera, mouth open and tongue out suggestively.

Pam is the snowbunny from Vermont with the fake tits and great ass. Conrad rolls his eyes, deleting the text and officially blocking the number. He hasn't replied to her since Vermont and she's clearly not getting the message.

He only told you about the Pam because he knew you'd suspected when that dumb bitch insisted on posting a photo of them on Instagram.

He didn't tell you that after she sucked his cock he fucked her in front of the fireplace in her sprawling chalet. He didn't tell you that she got needy and clingy in a way you'd never been and that it made him realize letting you go had been the biggest mistake of his life.

[4:59pm] I'm heading your way. Make sure you don’t forget your bikini

You're the only one he told about cheating on the test. The only one he can tell about a lot of stuff. His parents love you. It's a good match. You're as close to love as he's every experienced.

He's going to propose in Ibiza because it's been five years and his parents are starting to pressure him. You come from a good family, you're smart and beautiful.

Sex with you lately is... Okay. He finds you distracted as of late. And when you're not distant you're more dominant, more in control and he doesn't love it. He likes to be the one in control.

So today when he jogs up the steps of your dorm whistling softly to himself in tune with the music his mind is distracted. He's wondering if the ring he got you is your taste and where a good spot would be to propose. You both have keys to each other's dorm rooms and when he unlocks and pushes open the door he expects it to be empty with your suitcase on the bed.

His eyes are on his phone with the music blasting as he enters. He closes the door behind him before he finally looks up, almost dropping his phone in the process. You're facing the door on your bed on all fours, the sheets a tangle, the scent of sex in the air.

Conrad can only stare in fixated horror, seeing how fucked out your expression is. Mouth hung open, eyes shut, brows furrowed as you rest on your hands and knees. Your fingers clutch at the blankets holding on for dear life as obscene slapping noises fill the room.

Your back is arched violently, body undulating and slick with sweat. Your hair is damp at the temples. It's obvious the two of you have been at this for some time. Your tits swing with every thrust, your body jerking with the sharp snap of the man's hips behind you.

"Faster," you cry out hoarsely, hand going to grab one of the hands on your hips. "Please! I'm so close!"

Watching as you thrust yourself backwards to take this man's cock deeper makes Conrad's stomach twist. Your eyes are rolling back as you whimper out babbling cries of pleasure.

It's now that Conrad's attention shifts to the golden skin of the figure behind you. The sight of some muscular, broad shouldered man fucking into you from behind takes Conrad's breath from him.

Conrad sees the way this man holds your hips possessively in his broad hands, fingertips dimpling the flesh as you grind back against him. He's transfixed at the sight of his girlfriend who is usually so focused during sex is now so loose, so submissive to the looming figure that fucks into her from behind.

His phone drops from his trembling hands, thudding to the carpet and drawing your attention. Your eyes snap open and a look of shock crosses your features.

"Oh ff-fuck," you groan out at the sight of him, but you don't slow your movements. If anything you look more turned on, your hips starting to roll.

"That's my girl," the rumbled twang sounds out from against your shoulder. "Yeah just like that... Oh, fuck just like that my good girl. Make those pretty sounds for me."

Somewhere in all of this, righteous indignation rises to the surface of Conrad's being.

That someone would touch what belongs to him.

///

Joel's head is dropped between your shoulder blades, oblivious to the young man standing at the end of the room. His shoulders are rolling as he pushes and pulls your pliant body along his cock murmuring how good you feel.

Conrad sputters, watching helplessly as a broad, faceless man with a back that glistens with sweat continues to fuck into his girlfriend.

"Who the fuck is this?"

Joel must have heard Conrad this time because his head jerks up, eyes fixed on the handsome young man. Conrad sees the blown out pupils of the older man, the damp curl over his forehead, the way his full lips curve into a sadistic grin.

"I'm her Daddy," Joel rasps, smirking further as Conrad's face goes puce. You give a low moan of pleasure at how wrecked Joel’s voice sounds.

Joel tilts forward, hand wrapped around your neck to gently tilt your face up as he keeps ramming into you from behind. "Tell him, baby."

Your head drops forward shyly but you can't stop the rhythmic pounding of Joel against your ass. You know you should feel guilty and shamed, but all you feel right now is so impossibly turned on. Turned on that Joel is fucking you in your bed. Turned on that he's not stopping even when he's caught. Turned on that Conrad is seeing it happen.

"He's... He's my Daddy," you finally say, slack-jawed as the pleasure of Joel's body builds within you. "Oh fuck.. fuck… ‘n I'm his g-good girl."

"Yeah you are," Joel coos. "So good."

Joel gives a feral grin in Conrad’s direction before tugging you back towards him. The sound of flesh on flesh fills the room as Conrad stands as if frozen. All of a sudden a look of disgust crosses your boyfriend’s features as he recognizes Joel from dinner the night before.

"Does it turn you on knowing he's watching you get fucked?" Joel rasps in your ear. "Makin’ sure he knows you’re all mine right now?"

You can't answer. Your forehead simply drops down to rest on the coverlet as Joel jerks his hips into you. He rights himself into a kneeled position, pulling you by the hips back along his length, watching with delight as your ass jiggles hypnotically with every thrust.

"C'mon baby," Joel pants down at you. "Show this boy who owns your pussy."

"Yes, Mister Miller," you insist, ass in the air as Joel shakes you with every thrust.

"You don't need some pathetic boy when you've got a man's cock," Joel grunts out, each word punctuated by a violent thrust that has you moaning for more. "Just need me don't you?"

"Yes," you cry, eyes squeezing shut. "Feels so good!"

You feel the blinding shine of pleasure being replaced with honeyed release and you keen against him. Arousal soaks him, dripping down his thighs as Joel marvels, his hips not slowing as he chases his own climax.

"She comes so goddam easy," Joel says in awe. His dark eyes dart to a frozen Conrad. "You fucked up lettin’ her go, little boy. Even for a week."

That seems to wake Conrad from whatever stupor he was stuck in. He jerks to life, stepping closer to the bed, his hands in fists. Hands you know have never seen a day’s actual work in their life.

"Get away from her," Conrad says, eyes flashing but voice dim. "You’re a fucking pervert."

"He's n-not," you cry out, unable to focus because Joel doesn't stop what he's doing, he simply pushes you harder in the mattress, fucking deeper.

"You take another step closer and when I'm done fucking your girlfriend here I'll kick your ass," Joel says, jaw squared.

The thought of a fight erupting makes your clit pulse, mewling when Joel's fingers find it, pinching and rubbing at it with his middle and ring finger.

"She make noises like that for you?" Joel challenges. Conrad says nothing in reply, only swallowing hard as his face grows blotchy.

"Nah she doesn’t,” Joel decides. “That’s cuz you didn't know how to fuck her right.”

Now Joel jackhammers into you as his fingers rub your clit, spreading your arousal and causing a trembling to begin in your thighs. He pins your wrists under his hands, making you keen, ass bouncing off his hips.

“My good girl deserves to get fucked right," Joel tells him, voice growing breathless. "Pussy this perfect? And oh… I can feel it squeezin’ me now. She's gonna give me another one aren't you baby?"

"Uh huh."

"Anyone else make you come like this?"

"No," you say quickly, moans escaping every time he thrusts. "Only you."

Conrad makes a choking sound as you come again, hard and crying out raggedly. Lustful gibberish with a few daddy yes’s thrown in for good measure. You jerk violently and then you sag into the bed, spent, face and body soaked with sweat. You pant heavily before you feel Joel’s mouth on your cheek.

“Did so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ good.”

He turns now, raising his head and addressing a still stunned Conrad who stands horrified at the intimacy being displayed. Somehow seeing Joel draped over you murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as you smile is so much worse than him fucking you.

“You ain’t been fucking her right,” Joel says sharply.

“She isn’t your girl,” Conrad insists angrily, his perfectly teeth clashing together. “She’s my fucking girlfriend.”

“Not for long,” Joel warns. “Not if you can’t make her feel better than me.”

You’re slowly coming out of your post-orgasm high, listening passively to the conversation before you realize something is happening. Joel is scooping you gently, tilting you back so that your spine is on the mattress, your thighs spread. You give a sleepy look up at Joel’s handsome face gazing down at you.

“Joel?”

"I'm not gonna be here after this week," Joel murmurs in your ear, pressing another kiss to your cheekbone. "I need to make sure you're bein’ taken care of."

You feel your eyes swim with a mixture of emotion. Devastation that Joel is leaving soon, gratitude that he wants to know you’re being taken care of even if it means it won’t be by him. He presses a firm kiss to your mouth.

“You ready, beautiful girl?”

“Mhmm.”

“Alright then,” Joel smiles softly at you before turning a sharp eye on Conrad. Your boyfriend is already hard at the sight of you there on the bed, spread for him, cunt glistening. Joel jerks his head in your direction.

“You show me you can make her come, boy.”

Conrad feels his anger overtaking him at the challenge. This old fuck with the bad haircut thinks that he can take you from him? It isn’t even about you anymore; it’s about Conrad’s pride. And he’s got more than the typical male.

Joel moves from the bed, a gentlemanly gesture. He goes to stand a few paces back, watching with shark-like intensity at you spread on the bed for another man. You look at him through your half-lidded eyes, missing the warmth of his body already.

"I'll make her come like you wouldn't believe old man," Conrad sneers. He doesn't know why but he feels this need to outperform Joel in this. Still dressed in his slacks and dress shirt he drops to his knees in front of you at the edge of the bed, sliding his hands up your thighs and urging them to part further for him. You allow this passively, your eyes still on Joel’s beautiful naked body only steps away.

Conrad dives into your pussy, giving it sloppy kisses as you arch into his mouth. Conrad is perfectly adept at oral sex, it's just you don't want him. You want the man when the warm eyes that are stuck on your face.

But your body enjoys the sensation of a tongue along your seam, fingers gently thrusting as he tastes you. Joel stands to the side, his cock still hard and weeping. You wish it was in your mouth.

Conrad flicks at your clit with his tongue, drawing a shuddering gasp from you. One that Joel clearly wasn’t anticipating judging by the raise of his brows. Your head tilts back into the pillow and you let the pleasure flood your senses. You can hear Conrad groaning between your thighs, your fingers and toes curling into the mattress as the pleasure builds.

"He making you feel good, baby?" Joel asks his voice tense. His hands are in loose fists at his sides. Even with your eyes closed you can feel him staring at your face. Conrad isn’t even on his radar.

"Mhmm," you answer languidly, hissing slightly when Conrad begins to suck your clit into his mouth. “So good.”

"Better than me?"

Your eyes dart over to Joel and you can see that he regrets it the minute it escapes from him in the flush of his cheeks. An inner thought that snuck its way out between his full lips. Shame that he's shown his insecurity in this room as a younger man desperately sucks and licks your cunt. Humiliation that Joel needs to be the one who makes you feel the best.

Your desire for Joel is overflowing at this point, making your arms reach for him without thought even as Conrad works his mouth against your cunt.

"Want you to do it," you murmur.

Joel's eyes immediately brighten but he tries to subdue his glee. He rocks forth on his heels before stopping himself, giving a quick glance at Conrad between your thighs.

"Nah, honey,” he says shaking his head. "You enjoy yourself. I like seeing my girl feel good."

His girl.

The amount of possessiveness Joel has shown over you tonight is dizzying. It hits you everywhere – your chest, between your legs, your heart. It makes your desire for him capitulate further.

Conrad is so busy between your legs he doesn't even hear the conversation going on between the two of you. He wears your thighs like earrings, his tongue swirling against your clit. He’s good at this, but nowhere near as good as Joel.

"Joel," you croak reaching for him again.

"What is it, baby?"

"It needs to be you," you whimper, hand still outstretched. "Please.”

Joel wastes no time in crossing back over to the bed where he shoves Conrad out of the way roughly with his foot. Conrad tumbles over and can only look on helplessly as Joel spreads your legs over his shoulders and you arch into his mouth. Its only seconds of his masterful touch before you’re shattering around him.

"Mhmm," Joel hums, suckling your clit. "So goddam easy."

"Daddy," you groan as you arch up off the bed. Joel makes a growling noise from between your thighs, tongue penetrating you, lapping up your release as you crest again and again for him, nearly sobbing with the pleasure that runs the length of your body.

Conrad is livid, his normally handsome face contorted into a barely suppressed rage. If he was the type of man to fight you have no doubt he and Joel would be in the middle of a wrestling match. Finally you give one last keen and Joel crawls the length of your body, pressing shiny kisses of arousal all over your body like a debauched trail along your skin. He slides up behind you, wrapping you in his arms as you nuzzle up against him.

“Go to Ibiza, Conrad,” you tell your boyfriend. “Have fun. We’re done.”

“Honey-“ Joel starts, concern written all over his face. But Conrad is irate, his body twitching almost violently.

“Wait, you’re picking this old fuck over me?” Conrad breathes as if he can’t believe what’s happening. His hair is mussed from his time between your thighs and his face is still slick with your arousal. “Some broke carpenter?”

“Yes,” you say without hesitation. “I pick Joel. I’ll always pick Joel.”

You feel Joel’s hand come to squeeze your shoulder gently. You don’t dare look at him for fear that you might start crying.

“And he’s not an old, broke carpenter,” you tell Conrad. “He’s sweet and he’s smart and he’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

That hits Conrad where it hurts. His eyes dart between you and Joel looking dreamily at one another.

"You're a fucking whore," Conrad seethes.

“Watch it,” Joel warns, going from sweet to serious within a heartbeat. You see the narrowing of his eyes and the squaring of his jaw. It shouldn’t make you wet to see him like this but it does.

"Can't wait to tell Sarah what her best friend and dad are getting up to,” Conrad jeers. “You think she’ll enjoy that? Knowing her best friend is fucking her married father?"

Joel seems to break from his cloud of lust at the sudden mention of his daughter. As if only now he's realizing how terrible things could go. He jerks back from you with terror in his features. He looks to you, confused when you just laugh at Conrad. You laugh so loud and so long that both men just stare at you, transfixed.

Finally you sit up, glorious in your unabashed nakedness.

"Conrad, you tell anyone and I'll go right to the provost and tell him that you cheated that test," you say panting from the previous exertion and the laughter. "I'll tell him how you paid that kid to take your MCAT. Then I'll call your parents parents and tell them about it. And then I'll tell the local newspaper because my parents have friends in high places too, Conrad. I’ll ruin your fucking life if I hear one whisper about me and Joel. A whisper, Conrad."

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

Conrad knows he's fucked. His entire future would be over. His medical school acceptance, his future as the next doctor in his family, the expectations of generations all coming to a halt with him. His lips are white and twisted with rage as he stares at your smirking face. You reach between you and Joel’s body to grab Joel’s hard cock in your hand, giving Conrad a deadly stare as you begin to jerk him off.

"Now leave so I can ride my Daddy’s cock.”

You begin to stroke Joel, your eyes on his handsome face as he stares at you in wonder. His cock twitches in your slick grip, his hips jutting forth into your palm as if he’s hypnotized. He looks like he’s amazed by you.

“Wanna make you come, Mister Miller,” you purr at Joel, turning your back to Conrad and climbing onto Joel’s lap.

“Gonna make me feel good, baby?” Joel asks even though he already knows the answer.

Conrad says nothing more but he does toss the key to your room down angrily to the floor before slamming the door behind him. The second the door is closed Joel’s smile spreads across his face and he slips you onto your back beneath him, pinning you.

"Fucking magnificent," he tells you with a bruising kiss to your swollen lips. “How… Was that the plan the whole time?”

“No,” you laugh shakily. “I can’t… I can’t believe I did that, actually.”

Joel’s smile stretches before snapping back like a rubber band. You watch in confusion as he suddenly sobers, his cock sliding from you as he pulls back, rolling from you and onto his back next to you on the bed. You twist to look at him, tilting onto your side with your hand going to his sternum.

“Are you okay?”

“I can’t believe we did that,” he says in an awed voice. “I… I didn’t even think about the consequences. I fucked you in front of that boy without a thought about my marriage, about Sarah...”

“I know,” you nod, face flaming. You still can’t believe you did that either. Joel’s dark eyes are on your face as he presses his lips together anxiously.

“We’re trouble when we’re together.”

Trouble. That doesn’t feel like the right word. Powerful does. You feel powerful with Joel. You feel safe with Joel. Trouble doesn’t factor into it. But perhaps reckless does.

But there’s something else, something sweet and safe and hidden behind your rib cage. A feeling for Joel that goes beyond lust.

“You broke things off with that boy,” Joel says sharply, as if he’s just realizing what’s gone on in the last hour. “You had a future with that boy.”

“I didn’t,” you say shaking your head. “Conrad wasn’t right for me.”

“He’s your age, he’s rich, he loves you.”

“He’s my age, his parents are rich and he loves himself,” you correct with a soft laugh. “I thought I wanted Conrad for the longest time but, you showed me what’s out there. And I want it. Even if it’s not with you Joel, I want more.”

Joel survey’s the tremble in your chin, the emotion in your eyes as you blink back tears.

“I wish…” you trail off, so many thoughts popping into your head at once.

You wish Joel was younger or that you were older. You wish he wasn’t Sarah’s dad. You wish that he wasn’t married. But not once do you wish you’d never met him. Not once do you wish for anyone else.

Joel strokes along your arm gently with his fingertips, looking deep in thought before speaking suddenly.

"Sarah thinks you're with Conrad in Ibiza this week right?"

"Yeah."

"So come stay with me."

"What?"

"I'll extend my stay at the hotel for a few days," Joel suggests almost shyly. “We give ourselves this week together. Maybe we can get whatever this is out of our system and then we part as friends. It’s the only solution I can think of.”

An entire week with Joel where you don’t have to sneak around? Sleeping with him, eating with him, just being with him? The very thought has you in a tizzy, your heart pounding as you sit up in the bed.

“Are you serious?”

"Only if you want,” Joel says looking suddenly nervous, as if he’s concerned this idea is too spontaneous. “No pressure or anythin’."

You can't stop yourself from launching yourself into his arms pressing frantic kisses to his waiting mouth. His cock, still hard rasps against your belly but you ignore it in favor of a longing kiss before pulling back.

"Yes, of course I want to!"

"Well alright then," Joel says smiling shyly. "Your bag’s already packed so let’s go."

“It’s packed for Ibiza,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes as you move from his arms and off the bed. Men, honestly.

You begin to throw things into a duffel, things you’ll need for a few days at the hotel. Joel watches all of this propped on one arm, his eyes dreamily following your naked form as you hurriedly shove items into the bag. Your eyes suddenly blow wide and you drop the bag at your feet.

“I just realized you never came!” you exclaim with such earnestness that Joel laughs. It’s a rich, warm sound that has you grinning in response.

“Plenty of time for that,” he promises you.

“Well, I need a shower before we go,” you say, holding a hand out to him and urging him to a stand. “What do you say we get clean and dirty at the same time?”

Joel chuckles again, gripping the back of your thighs and hoisting you over his shoulder. He gives your bare ass a slap before he carts you off the shower where he fucks you with intensity against the slick tile, murmuring absolute filth in your ears before coming.

When you both are finally washed and dressed and your suitcase is in your hand you smile up at Joel to find him looking nervously at you. It makes you raise a brow in his direction quizzically, finding yourself melting when he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You’re allowed to change your mind."

"I'm not gonna change my mind," you promise him, taking his hand in yours. “I want this, Joel.”

His smile is so warm it would rival the sun.

“Me too.”

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coffeexafterxmidnight · 1 year

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The Token Human - Part 3

Hi y'all, me again back with part 3 of this... adventure, let's call it that. Sorry for not posting this yesterday but I had a random Depression Day and couldn't get much done. I seem to be doing better though so, let's hope I don't have another one of those days for a week or so.

Part 1 Part 2 CW: nothing too bad this time! Just Wally having no sense of personal space, and stalking. And memory alteration, too. [what does it say about this fic that this stuff is 'not too bad'?]

You couldn't help it, you were a little jealous…

From your spot under a friendly tree, you watched Eddie on his daily route. He looked up from the envelopes in his hand. With a smile, he waved at you. You waved back.

Eddie was a good guy, a friend of yours for sure. It wasn't his fault, not at all.

No, it was no one's fault, probably…

But as Eddie so stopped by Julie's house, three letters in hand, you had to look away. Something bitter chewed at you.

Why didn't you get any letters?

Seemed like everyone in the neighborhood got them. Family members and distant friends, pen pals from far away, even each other. But your mailbox remained only full of dust and longing.

Hard to think of who you'd want to get a letter from though. Your own family… you didn't want to think about that, for some reason that made you sad. Old friends… that made you sad, too.

You sighed and leaned against the tree, messing with the friendship bracelet Wally gave you. He made them with Barnaby and gave one to everyone. He even put yours on himself because you couldn't figure it out. The memory of his little nimble fingers brushing against your wrist still stuck out at you. Why did you always remember the weird stuff?

Wally wasn't around right now. You glance towards Home, in the center of town. Wally was busy inside his Home. Wally hadn't talked to you in a few days, really deep in painting. You wondered before if he was angry with you, but you hadn't done anything, not on that day or any other. Baking cookies with Poppy wasn't a bad thing. You'd even offered him some…

Wally was busy inside his Home. Everyone was having fun on their own.

I'm going to write a letter, you thought, and stood. That sounds like the absolute most.

Humming a cheery little song as you walked down the street to your house, you thought about who you'd send a letter to. Your parents? You didn't know their address. Some distant friend? You didn't know any of those either. Someone in town? You chuckle at the thought. Wouldn't that be funny, sending a letter to someone you saw every day.

In your house you found both paper and envelopes. You couldn't really remember when you got them - did someone bring them over for crafts? Were they part of Howdy's welcome to Home gift basket? Hard to say…

But you found paper and envelopes and stamps and a pen. You sat at your favorite desk, your only desk, and hovered the pen over the page.

Pause for a second. What were you going to say? What were you going to tell this person, someone you hadn't even decided on? Someone you might not even know. Someone… outside of Home…

It's a long shot, you thought. Your fingers clutched the pen until your hand shook. Such a long shot. If you screwed this up, you'd probably not get another chance.

It was a long shot but maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

You clutched at the memories with all your might. There had to be someone who remembered you, even if you didn't remember them. There had to be someone who could help you, out there.

The picture formed in your mind's eye, so clear, so perfect, the person you wanted to talk to more than anyone else…

Two arms locked around your body, pinning your arms to your sides. Cold sweat broke out on your forehead.

"You think too loud, neighbor," Wally said into your ear. "I could hear you from inside my Home."

He rested a fuzzy cheek on your shoulder and sighed.

"You were thinking of leaving again, weren't you?" He said.

You didn't speak, the words locked up in your throat.

"I don't like it when my friends leave. At least, I think I don't. It's never happened before. Isn't that silly? Home is such a nice place, nobody who comes here ever wants to leave…"

The grip on you tightened.

"Except for you."

The name slipped from your mouth.

"Wally…"

"I think," Wally said, pressing up against the back of the chair, "You don't really understand. Home is great! Home is safe, and fun, and happy. Don't you want to be happy?"

A hand, too large, too long, gripped your chin.

"We could be happy here forever, and ever, and ever. You and me and all our friends. Why don't you want that? Why don't you want to stay with me?"

A felt finger traced the line around your lips, and your stomach churned, you squirmed in discomfort.

"There's nowhere to go, anyway. Silly, silly."

He pressed his cheek against yours. Your eyes watered.

"I'm all there is now," Wally said, "I made sure of it."

Your eyes went wide.

"What - what did you-"

His hand covered your mouth. The felt was soft. His grip was too, too strong. You struggled. A memory washed over you, Wally singing as he dragged you down a dark hall, Home creaking, squeaking, as you struggled struggled struggled struggled

"Wake up!"

Your eyes snapped open. Julie let out a cheer and wrapped her arms around your disoriented self. You raised a hand to your head, blinking in the sunlight. You were under your favorite tree, Julie and Frank on either side of you, Julie hugging you still, Frank adjusting his tie the way he did when he was composing himself.

"What happened?" You looked around.

"You were having a nightmare!" Julie said. "You fell asleep under the tree again!"

"I did?" You looked at your two small friends. "That was silly of me."

"What were you dreaming about?" Frank asked.

You stopped, thought about it. What were you dreaming about, that got you all scared like you were…?

"... I don't remember," you lied. "The last thing I remember thinking about was writing a letter to someone…"

"That's a great idea!" Julie shouted. "We can all write letters to each other."

"Tomorrow," Frank interrupted. "Some of us like to get sleep when it's dark."

As the two continued to bicker, you looked up towards the street. There he stood, your best friend Wally. He smiled at you. You tried to smile back, even as your pulse tripped and quickened in your body.

Wally isn't your friend, where did you hear that from? Wally isn't your friend, but he'd never hurt you. Wally isn't your friend… but if he wasn't, then what was he?

He blinked at you, and you blinked back. What were you thinking about again?

After you left, walking Frank and Julie down the street, Wally threw himself down in the spot you'd been in before. It didn't smell like you. It didn't smell like much of anything but grass and dirt, and fresh leaves, but that was okay. He knew what you smelled like better than you did. And it was just the absolute most, just like you were.

He smiled. Thinking about you made him warm inside, happier than anyone ever had before. When he closed his eyes, he could see you so easily, around town, with your friends, in your bed, fast asleep and safe from the world. He liked those little moments best, when it was just you and him. When you shivered under the covers, he tucked you in. When your eyes flooded like little faucets, he wiped the water away. He sat next to you for hours and hours, never bored, not once. And when he had to go, he kissed your forehead, just like family did, before heading back Home again.

Oh, Wally wasn't stupid. He'd done a bad thing. But maybe, it was okay to do something bad, if it meant something good would come out of it?

And Wally - Wally loved you so much. So much more than anyone you knew back there. How to show it, he didn't know. How to make you feel it, he wasn't sure either. But there had to be a way, right? Someday you'd love him too, just as much as he loved you.

He had to keep telling himself that. If he didn't, he might do something scary. Something bad. And he couldn't eat your memories away for good, not like the others. He could eat and eat and eat, but yours always, always, came back.

Wally thought about the look on your face, how you trembled and your eyes got all wet and scared. He smiled, even though it was sad. Maybe that was his fault. Maybe he didn't want you to forget. It was wrong but… he liked it, when you were scared. Your fear tasted so, so good…

The sun slipped down the sky and you would crawl into bed after everyone else did. And when you did, he would be waiting.

#welcome home x reader #welcome home fanfic #welcome home wally #welcome home #welcome home arg #yandere wally darling #wally darling x reader

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maleyhae · 7 months

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YOUR IN HER DMS I'M IN HER BED WE ARE NOT THE SAME b.k x fem!reader

2023! Bill x reader

summary- some desprate dude is in your dms and bill is make fun of it i guess irdk

warnings- jealousy! bill maybe cussing a weirdo that keeps trying with you, grammar issues, rushed like always, not proofread

yesterdays post

i don't consent to my work being copied, translated, or posted on any other website thank you <3

a/n- wasn't gonna make then i saw a moots (@toikohotelslut post about how she needed more 2023 bill fics :3

3RD POV:

___ phone keep going off as they were trying to watch a movie Bill was getting annoyed because his girlfriend's phone was blowing up. He knew since April of this year they gain some more fame from Tik Tok but holy hell. Both his band and the band she was in. Some people found her hot since she was gothic guitarist and he understood but holy hell. "My love can you check my phone I don't want to and because I don't won't you thinking I'm doing something wrong." she said. "What was the password again honey..?" "(the day y'all got together)" ___ said.

100 fucking Instagram messages, 200 mentions of this fucker calling her his girlfriend. Bill checked the messages.

"___ I'm a huge fan please respond.!!"

"I'd be a better boyfriend than him." how dare he bill though.

*image sent* just a edit and say how horny he got because of her.

"*dick pics*" God this man did not stop.

"Whatever you're not all that anymore god what I'd do to get in you back from the 2000s." perverted and a asshole.

BILLS POV:

"Hey dove want a take a picture together?" "Yeah babe I'd love to!" she said bubbly a whole different person she was form when she was only 15 in the same year that disgusting perverted pig wanted to fuck her in. Me and her style has changed from emo/ gothic to whatever people called our style now. We got done take a picture I sent it with a caption of "you're in her dms and I'm in her bed so clearly I'm better than you=)" petty? yes worth it? oh hell yes.

A/N: Hi again sorry this is short i didn't really have i deas for it this tbh but life update because why not! im reading agggtm talking to a new dude and if you have ideas please let me know you can dm me here or on discord my @ is @v4mpgirly !! i hope you enoyed

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #maleyhae fanfictions #maleyhae events!#maleyhae halloween event #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz imagines #2023!bill kaulitz #i 🫶 bill kaulitz

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agendabymooner · 11 months

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baby said ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc)

"i'm not afraid of you being vulgar, but why are you so vicious?"

summary: lester and danny ARE NOT in love. OR go dumpster diving in the comments section of daniel and lester as they continue to love each other, disrespectfully <3 (and is danny serious about his proposal?)

content warnings: it's literally just danny and lester being messy in twitter and instagram (bit of thirst tweets incoming), brief use of explicit language, some shitty proposals because i don't know how relationship transitions work lol, simp!lester and simp!danny. maneskin members appearance in the comment section.

note: demon time but it's daniel ricciardo this time. just so you guys know, this series is not done in order. i'm just posting certain headcanons that i can come up with as my brain keeps functioning. by the way, have you checked out my toto wolff fic yet?

let me know what you think!!! enjoy xx

tagged loressandro

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ethaneskin wow loressandro hows it like being the hottest out of the two of you liked by loressandro and danielricciardo

danielricciardo please suck up to her on her page thx

loressandro i was going to say my boyfriend is actually hotter than me but nvm i guess 🙃

redbullracing she's a beauty she's grace 😇

scuderiaferrari she still wouldn't go to your paddock even if you say that to her face 😜

maxverstappen1 when she doesn't look like a hellhound for once 🤯

user1 and ur the one to talk 💀

loressandro i love u liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you should marry me

loressandro you should ask me in person

danielricciardo okay i'll see you tomorrow :)

loressandro okay safe trip :)

user1 mA'AM?

user2 y'all I-

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tillywolff omgggggg!!! congratulations mia cara!!!

landonorris let the ipad kid be the ring bearer 👉👈

danielricciardo try harder then maybe we'll allow it

charles_leclerc welcome to the fifth circle lester !! liked by loressandro

loressandro thanks! dante didn't disappoint at all!

user1 WE DIDN'T THINK HE'D ACTUALLY DO IT WTF

user2 danielricciardo bestie when you say shit like that online you wouldn't actually do it.

danielricciardo i like to fuck around and find out.

user3 lester allie? nah, rizz-ter rizziardo. liked by loressandro and danielriccardo

user4 rizzter arizzandro-rizzardo liked by loressandro

loressandro this one takes the cake.

ethaneskin wooohooooo i hope that 2015 ticket was worth it liked by danielricciardo

tagged loressandro

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redbullracing we'll hold the reception in our paddock

scuderiaferrari you're not the first to try and snatch our italian paddock princess from us

maxverstappen1 congratulations!

pierregasly getting my suit ready what's the dress code?

loressandro nobody said you were invited tho???

pierregasly your gift from me will be nothing but disappointment.

carlossainzjr so will you finally admit that you searched for her twitter username after seeing her at their eurovision performance?

loressandro what.

user1 daniel ricciardo you are F U C K E D big time lad

danielricciardo hahaha that was meant for our 20th anniversary tbfh sorry babe.

user2 that's a nice ring! is that the one that you stole from my grandma? that's in her will i think.

danielricciardo i promise i'll find a way to feed your family

user3 there was some grave robery thing going on in our city. weren't you here yesterday?

danielricciardo i dunno what you're on about...

landonorris i lost the twitch money in my bank account. it says there was a purchase from a jewelry store. didn't you ask if you could borrow my card the other day?

danielricciardo i already paid you back?

bonus !!!

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pierregasly you are so thirsty.

loressandro AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT MF

user1 i want her energy.

user2 i want the vibe that she gives.

user3 i want someone who'll hype me like her

user4 i want her.

danielricciardo oof same!

danielricciardo man i can't wait to smother my face with a neck pillow. liked by loressandro

user5 JAIL!!! PUT THIS MAN TO JAIL!!!

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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday!

I DID write yesterday, but I DIDN'T schedule my post! How's that for a fun little twist? Forgive me, y'all, I've spent way too much time at work this week, so the little things must entertain me at this point.

I want to thank my lovelies @onthewaytosomewhere, @zwiazdziarka, @suseagull04, @littlemisskittentoes, and @sophie1973 for tagging me already today!

Have a teensy tiny bit more from chapter 2 of At the End of a Bar, that's now going to have 3 chapters oops did I actually say that because I want to be a bit of a tease today, sorry not sorry.

“Noted. And not intended.” “Good, Alexander.”

Zero-pressure tags for lots of humans whose work I wanna exist inside the walls of and scream about it in the tags after the cut! Also, if you are a writer and you see this and you want ME to exist inside your walls and scream about what you're working on in the tags, feel free to always tag me! I love this fandom, and I want nothing more than for all of us to have all the cake available in all the different flavors and styles. More cake is always good cake!

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hwabang · 8 months

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PLS MAKE A PART TWO FOR “when the first love returns” i genuinely loved it sm and cried a bit ngl… part two should be so fluffy and jake possibly proposing 🤔🤔

When the First Love Returns Pt. 2- Sim Jaeyun

Summary: Jake grovels after you almost took a break with him after his ex tried to break you guys up. He realizes just how afraid he is to lose you so moves up the date for his proposal plan

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, jake is so guilty omg, grovels a LOT, proposal. mention of reader not being Korean (?)

Author’s Note: the amount of people asking for a pt 2 to something i wasn't even confident posting in the first place made me so happy😭 hope this is what y'all wanted!

NOTICE: (the names used for side characters are fake names, with the exception of the enhypen members. the fake names don't represent any real life characters.)

(gif not mine!)

(moodboard is mine, pics off Pinterest)

Today was Minji's last day in Korea. Jake begged you to go to the airport with them but you really had a lot of work to get done, so you said goodbye to her in your apartment and sent her off with Jake.

On the way to the airport they didn't talk too much but they did have one last conversation before she went into the gate.

"Thank you for everything Jake," Minji started. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day."

Jake sighed. "Minji.. you're a good friend and I don't want this to ruin our whole group. But please, don't think we can ever be anything more than friends.. we dated for a year in high school and that was that. I love Y/N, a lot."

Minji nodded. "Yeah yeah, it was wrong of me to try and win you back.. I understand that now. Cynthia yelled at me a lot yesterday."

Jake let out a hearty laugh. "Yeah, she's had Y/N's back this whole time.. thanks for being so understanding Minji. Again you're a good friend of mine; let's keep it that way."

"Agreed. You're proposing this December in Australia right?"

"Actually... I'm proposing next week."

Minji's eyes widened with excitement. "What, no way! What happened, why the sudden change?!"

Jake rubbed the back of his neck feeling embarrassed. "I.. haven't been the best to her recently.. actually the night you were at your grandma's.. she wanted us to take a break."

Minji gasped. "Jake.. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "It's okay. We talked it through, I begged her not to do this, and she agreed. So I've just been, I don't know, scared? That night really shocked me so much.. I don't think I can wait till December. I'm moving all the plans around to next week."

"Jake that'a awesome! You got the hotel and flight tickets and all?"

"Yeah yeah, everything was booked yesterday."

Just then the last announcement for Minji's flight was made. She gave one last goodbye to Jake and headed to the gate as he made his way back to his car.

Jake had never felt so guilty like he did the past two days. It was eating him up; the fact that he gave another woman more attention than he gave you; the woman that you were uncomfortable with him being around. Every time he thought about it he winced and thanked God that you didn't leave him.

You had forgiven him; Jake loved you and you never once doubted that. But he didn't care– he'd make it up to you in the best way possible.

After leaving the airport he went to the ENHYPEN dorm to tell the news about him moving up his proposal plans and assigning them their roles. He then went to the company to talk to them about his decision. They already knew you Jake was proposing in December and were fine with it, but now Jake had to tell them the slight change in plans so they could have the statement ready by next week.

Once all of that was taken care of Jake headed back to the apartment and started cleaning. It wasn't messy; how could it be? You were so good at taking care of the house, taking care of him, taking care of your relationship when he'd mess it up..

Jake sighed as he walked into the empty house. You were just at work, he knew it of course. But he couldn't imagine how distraught he'd be if every single day he came home to an empty house, knowing you would never return.

Jake started by cleaning up the guest room and guest bathroom Minji had used; putting new sheets, changing the trash, wiping down the furniture. He then went on to clean the rest of the bathrooms in the house, then tidying up the kitchen and master bedroom. Once those were taken care of he took a 10 minute break to order food, and continued on cleaning the dining room and living room.

You were exhausted, having a hard day at work yourself. You trudged up to the front door and fumbled with your keys before the door swung open revealing a very happy yet tired Jake.

"Hi baby, you're home!" he exclaimed.

You giggled and pecked his lips as you walked into the house. "Hi my love, how was your day today?" As soon as you walked further into the house you immediately realized it was sparkling; everything was sparkling. You turned to Jake in shock who was standing there expectantly. "Jake.. did you clean the house while I was gone?"

He eagerly nodded. "Did I do a good job? Actually you can't judge just from seeing this.. I cleaned the guest bedroom, our room, the bathrooms and kitchen too!"

Your eyes were still widened in shock and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jake's neck. "Baby, I appreciate it but why'd you do all of that? I would've come home and done it anyways."

He wrapped his arms around you. "It's not fair that you have to do all of it," Jake pouted. "I live here too, this is my house too. I should take on some of the household responsibilities."

"You do honey! You have your own chores and I have mine."

Jake shook his head. "I just take the trash out and pay the bills once a month Y/N. You clean and cook almost everyday.. I come home every single day and appreciate it but I don't think I say it enough so I'm sorry. I genuinely appreciate everything you do, and after doing what you do for a day, I'm fucking exhausted."

You laughed as you pulled him into a hug. "Aww, thank you Jake. Really, I appreciate this a lot."

"Of course baby.. by the way, is it too late for you to put in some vacation days for next week?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you plotting now Sim Jaeyun?"

"Nah nah nothing.. I was thinking you and I could spend a couple days in the Maldives?"

"Maldives!? Jake, are you serious!?" you squealed.

Jake smiled, relieved you were this happy. The Maldives was a dream destination for you; you had always talked about going there so why not get proposed to there?

"It's a day long flight," Jake explained. "We need two days for the flights, we'll spend 4 days there. What do you think?"

You squealed again and tightly hugged Jake, jumping into his arms. "Thank you thank you thank you!! You're the best boyfriend ever. When do we leave?"

"Friday."

You were so excited for the trip that Friday felt like it was in forever, but finally you were in the Maldives. The first night you guys slept almost immediately after getting there because you were so drained but the next day you guys were up bright and early, enjoying all that the Maldives have to offer.

Today was the last full day in the Maldives, and the two of you were enjoying some down time in your private hotel room pool. Jake glanced to check on you and saw you at the edge of the pool, furrowing your eyebrows while staring at your phone. He swam up to you and grabbed his beverage. "What's wrong baby?"

"My parents," you responded. "They're not responding! I know I have good service so I don't know why they're not answering."

Despite you not looking at Jake, he still looked away from you. He couldn't lie to you, and he knew that if he mad eye contact with you, he'd spoil everything about the proposal. "M-maybe they're just busy."

You shook your head as you tried dialing them again. "No.. it's like just past evening in my country right now, they're definitely home."

Jake knew he had to distract you before you somehow caught on. He just had to hide all of this from you for another couple hours; as tonight was the proposal.

From the minute he woke up this morning he felt like throwing up. Every single second he felt like regurgitating. You wouldn't say no right? Nah nah, you love him.. right?!

"Baby," he called out as he grabbed your phone gently from you. "It's okay, we'll check on your parents later. Maybe they tuned in early? Our parents aren't getting any younger you know."

You hummed. "Yeah yeah you're right... I'll call them first thing tomorrow morning."

Oh you definitely will.

Jake pulled you back into the middle of the pool and you guys spent more time in the pool until you felt your skin pruning. After you had come out of the shower you saw a couple of wrapped gifts laying on the bed. You looked to your boyfriend with a confused look and he just returned a smug smile.

"Open them," Jake commanded. "It's for our date tonight."

You headed to the bed and one by one opened the boxes. The first one had a beautiful pair of pencil heels covered in golden and silver sparkles. Next was a black leather handbag and the one after it had a diamond crystal heart necklace. The last box you opened had your jaw drop slack open. The dress in the box perfectly matched the shoes; it was pretty short in the front but the tulle in the back went all the way down to the floor and without wearing it, you could tell it would snatch your waist in such an alluring way. It was off the shoulder with a straight neckline and the short bit of sleeves there were drooped down to your elbows.

You caressed the sequins on the dress before turning to your boyfriend and jumping to hug him, not caring you were in just a robe. "Jake, I'm gonna cry! You're the best and this whole look is amazing! Thank you so so SO much!"

He rubbed your back as he held back a huge grin. "Anything for the love of my life." He kissed your forehead before letting you go. "Get dressed, I'm almost ready. We should head to the restaurant in an hour."

Jake had booked a reservation for the two of you at "The Cloud"; an Italian-Chinese sit down restaurant that had numerous 5-star reviews for not only the food but the fancy and romantic ambiance as well.

You two enjoyed your extremely romantic dinner; the food was tremendously good and you two just couldn't stop laughing and looking at each other with the utmost love you could hold in your eyes.

After the dinner Jake suggested a walk on the beach and you happily agreed, not wanting the night to end. You were walking hand in hand, you barefoot with your shoes in Jake's empty hands.

"Jake," you called out breaking the comforting silence.

"Yeah baby?"

You looked to him and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you.. for everything. The last 4 days have felt so magical I just.. I can't even describe it. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, everything you've made me feel."

Jake's eyes softened as he looked at you, returning the kiss on the cheek. "Again, anything and everything for you baby. I'm just glad we're finally getting quality time alone."

You hummed. "Minji and you are good right? I didn't intend to break up a friendship."

Jake snapped his head towards you and gave you crazed look. "Baby, what are you talking about? You did nothing wrong! If my friendship with Minji would've ended it would've been because of her trying to break us up. You went through so much the last couple weeks and held everything in.. I'm so proud of you but I can't help but feel guilty because of it."

You took your free hand and caressed Jake's forearm with it. "Stop feeling guilty; you've done more than enough to make it up," you giggled.

Jake hesitated a little before biting his lip. "Well, does that mean you don't want the last surprise?"

You groaned. "Jake there's more? You've already done so much what could possibly–"

"Shh," he brought a finger up to your lip. "Let me do the talking right now." You both stopped walking and Jake let go of your hand. He placed your shoes on the sand and stood in front of you. "You trust me right Y/N?"

You vigorously nodded. "Of course Jake! With my whole life."

He gently kissed your lips before reaching into his pocket for a blue velvet box and got down on one knee making you gasp.

"Jake! I–"

"Baby," he whined. "I said let me do the talking." He waited for your nod to continue and did so with a sigh. "Okay look, truth be told I had a completely different speech prepared for this because.. actually I was planning to propose this December when we planned to go to Australia. I had this whole yacht lunch date planned and then an orchestra band and an after party.. but then the last couple weeks happened. And when you suggested we take a break, I.. I felt like my entire world collapsed."

Jake had tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he looked up at you with so much love. "You are my entire world.. I couldn't ever imagine a life without you, and I don't think I could wait 3-4 more months to propose. This moment right here, this calm after the storm, it feels right. I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I– I can't promise that I'll always be a good husband even though I know you'll always be a good wife, and I'll apologize for that every single day that I'm alive, but I'm always going to do my very best to keep you happy. Nothing matters to me more than your happiness. Let me be the only man to make you happy forever Y/N. Please.. will you marry me?"

You didn't trust your voice as you could feel the sobs closing up your throat so you nodded, extending your left hand for Jake to slip the ring on; it fit perfectly.

He finally let the tears slip and came up from his position to hug you tight and you let him, wrapping your own arms around his form as you two sobbed. Jake kissed your head repeatedly. "Thank you baby, thank you for making me the happiest I've ever been."

You pulled back a little for the hug and kissed some of his tears away before kissing his plump lips. "I– I love you so much Jake I– thank you for everything."

Jake kissed you once again, murmuring an 'I love you too' as you two finished crying. He grabbed your shoes again and put his hand out to grab your now bejeweled one. "Shall we head back to our room, my fiancee?"

You couldn't help but break out into a smile at the new name. "Of course fiance... God I wish my mom was picking up my calls so I could tell her we're engaged..."

Jake laughed. "Your mom won't be picking up any calls for abouttt.. another 45 minutes," he reported checking his wristwatch.

You cocked your head at him. "Why? Is she not home?"

"She's on a plane.. to Korea.. your whole family is.. for the celebration party of our engagement. My parents are there by now too I think; Heeseung Hyung should've picked them up by now."

Your eyes widened. "What? You flew my parents out?!"

Jake eagerly nodded. "Yup! That's why we're heading back to Korea so early tomorrow morning; we have an engagement party tomorrow night with both of our families and closest friends. I got the guys to decorate it. They'll do fine right?"

You shook your head in disbelief at how this man could continuously sweep you off your feet. "Sim Jaeyun the man you are.. how many more times are you gonna woo me in this lifetime hmm?"

"Oh you have no idea baby."

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen jake #jake sim #sim jaeyun

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lurkingshan · 7 months

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Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Thank you for the ask, I don't mind a bit! Though I will say that this particular question sent me into a minor existential crisis, because how on earth could I ever pick just 10 things that I love across all media. I don't know if y'all have picked this up about me yet, but I consume vast amounts of media, like...unbelievable amounts of media, it is my great joy in life. I consulted @bengiyo about how to approach this question, and he suggested a frame to help narrow it down: what are my favorites that someone else recommended to me, that I then felt compelled to recommend to others? Hope you don't mind the tweak! As always, keeping this in the realm of Asian media for this blog, here is what I got:

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

When I met @bengiyo and @waitmyturtles I learned very quickly that this was their all-time favorite, and if I didn't like it we were gonna have a problem (jk but not really). I hadn't watched it on my own because until recently (shoutout to our savior Gagaoolala) it was quite inaccessible and I hadn't yet stumbled onto @isaksbestpillow and found her amazing subs. Luckily, I have impeccable taste and WDYEY is in fact a masterpiece, so they watched me watch it, I lost my mind over how unique and brilliant and technically flawless it was, and we are now all bonded for life over our love for this show, which just returned for a second season and will hopefully continue forever. I love it so much I have even started reading the manga, and I am not a manga girlie by nature (I prefer reading prose), so you can be assured I absolutely will not be shutting up about it anytime soon.

Go Ahead

Credit for this one goes to @ginnymoonbeam for watching it first and then sending up a flare for me as a fellow cdrama enjoyer that this one was worth prioritizing immediately. I love big sprawling family stories that unfold over time, I love digging into intergenerational family trauma, I love good dad characters, I love found family dynamics, and I love a well done romance subplot embedded in a much bigger story, so this show hit so many of my sweet spots. It's #1 on my list of modern cdramas and I would recommend it to anyone.

Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

Speaking of cdramas, I must give a shoutout to @dangermousie who wrote this post summarizing their favorite danmei novels, which I found when I went looking for recommendations and was trying to figure out a way into this segment of Asian media. I admit I am a bit bougie about my reading material and modality, so I really can't deal with machine translations or reading on html pages, and thus I still have not read some of these as I am patiently waiting for official English translations to become available (me and 2HA are gonna have a party in 2024 I tell you what). I had already heard of The Untamed, of course, because I am a human person who lurks in online spaces, but reading the novel got me significantly more interested, and I quickly fell down a months long rabbit hole that included consuming the novel, the show, and copious amounts of fanfiction. This story is so complex and layered and full of fun mysteries and meaty moral quandaries and interesting family relationships and has an A+ second chance romance and one of my all time favorite characters to boot; it really took over my brain for a minute. And while it hardly needs me to recommend it given how popular it already is, I'm still gonna do it whenever I get the chance.

Mo Du/Silent Reading

And while we're on the subject of danmei, let me give a shoutout to my favorite modern danmei novel, which was recommended to me by an IRL friend who is not on tumblr. Mo Du is a sprawling mystery novel that spans five major interconnected cases, and it centers on an exceedingly competent police captain, Luo Wenzhou, and a young business heir/super genius, Fei Du, who start out with an adversarial relationship (but I bet you can guess what happens next!). The crime stories in this are almost shockingly intricate and every detail comes together in the end without a single loose end, which is impressive enough on its own, but somehow the author (Priest, who some of you will know as the writer of Faraway Wanderers aka Word of Honor) manages to also write a perfectly paced, incredibly compelling love story between the two leads that is layered with complex trauma and psychological hot buttons and secrets and lies that unfold organically alongside the mystery. I am in the middle of re-reading it right now and my love for it only grows stronger. The gif above is from a recent attempt to adapt this into a live-action drama that got quickly canceled, but honestly, the less said about that, the better (though Zhang Xin Cheng will absolutely remain the Fei Du of my heart). With China's censorship laws, there will be no faithful live action version of this story, so I highly recommend reading the novel.

Pachinko

While we're on the subject of novels, I must mention another IRL friend recommendation: Pachinko. This one is a sprawling multi-generational family historical fiction epic that tracks the lives of a Korean family that is forced to migrate to Japan during Japanese occupation in the early 20th Century. Y'all, this book is amazing, and it has now been turned into a television show airing on Hulu that is also quite good (though structured quite differently, but that's another post). I learned a ton of real history in the course of reading this, and I found the journey of Sunja and her family so compelling. The book has a real intersectional lens and digs deep into themes of oppression, racism, class disparity, and sexism, and is rooted in Korean values around filial piety, respect for hard work, religion, moral condemnation, and of course, the importance of food to communicate.

The Great Indian Kitchen

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Switching gears, let me give a shoutout to this Indian film that my bestie @neuroticbookworm recently recommended to me and @waitmyturtles. This film is about a modern young woman who enters an arranged marriage with a family of high status (though maybe not of the kind you think) and explores her experience of oppression as a woman in a very patriarchal religious setting. The story is really compelling, I learned about a common experience for women in India, the narrative ended in an unexpected place (in a good way), and I really enjoyed the watch. And this film is on YouTube with good subs which I linked above, so it's quite accessible.

Be Melodramatic

Let's get back to dramas, shall we? I credit this one to @kdramaxoxo, who recommends Be Melodramatic constantly, and thank goodness because otherwise this under appreciated gem would have never landed on my radar. This is a beautiful story about a group of friends who move in together in the wake of personal tragedy and tracks their progress as they heal and move on from their hardships. The themes of grief and growth and change are quite poignant, the relationships, both platonic and romantic, are all very compelling, and the music is beautiful. If you haven't seen it yet, what are you waiting for (@nieves-de-sugui this is definitely a good one to add to your list).

Make it Right

Time for @bengiyo to get another shoutout. This is a Thai bl classic that doesn't get the love it deserves, and he is its number one promoter. I don't know when I would have gotten around to watching this if he hadn't recommended it so highly, and I'm so glad I did. I wrote about this one, why I loved it, and why I think it's under appreciated, and I highly encourage others to give it a try.

Coffee Prince

We will end on an OG kdrama classic, which I watched early on in my kdrama journey thanks to a recommendation from an IRL friend who said it was the best version of the well worn Asian drama genderbend trope that they had ever seen, and my god were they right. Not only was this my first Gong Yoo drama (a life changing experience in and of itself) but this one really took me by surprise for how sharp and progressive it was about gender fluidity, sexual identity, and the struggle toward self-acceptance way back when it aired in 2007. I recommend this one to everyone, and its a great entry point for people who prefer queer media and have (justified) suspicion of mainstream kdrama's treatment of queer narratives.

#what did you eat yesterday?#go ahead #the untamed #mo du #pachinko #the great indian kitchen #be melodramatic #make it right #coffee prince #drama recs #danmei #shan answers

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wakandas-vibranium · 1 year

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Wednesday Nights || Part Four

Pairing: pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence, time skip, angst, fluff

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Sorry if this chapter seems a bit choppy. I am not a fan of time skips. Four chapters down, one more to go. Thank y'all for reading. Please like, comment, and share!

part one

part two

part three

part five

“Mom!”

You awakened with a jolt, in a cold sweat in your new living quarters. You'd been suffering the same nightmare for 20 years. You had to witness your mother turn and attack your father, turning him. Then, before they could attack and turn you, they were both gunned down.

That was 20 years ago and you still weren’t fully recovered. Your luck finally started to come through these last six months.

You were walking alone in the winter cold. The cold air was stinging on your skin as you traveled down the icy river.

Six people on horses surrounded you and grilled you so badly that you thought they were going to kill you. One of the men on the horses yanked his bandana down over his face and screamed your name so loudly that he startled the horses and a few of the others with him.

“Y/N!” Tommy called as he hopped down from his horse, running over to you. Even though his hair was longer and he'd grown a beard, you recognized Tommy right away.

The blood rushed to your face so quickly that you almost passed out. You thought he was dead. You assumed all three of them were all dead. You peered over Tommy's shoulder at the other riders as he drew you into a crushing hug. You didn't see Joel. Was Joel still alive? Was he even here with Tommy?

You rode back with Tommy on his horse, relieved to be off your feet. You'd been walking for weeks. You were in the dining hall eating with Tommy and his new wife, Maria. She was gorgeous and a little intimidating, but she made small talk.

You couldn’t help but notice her body language and the way her lips would thin into a straight line and shoulders would tense at any mention of Joel. Tommy let you know as soon as possible that Sarah didn’t make it. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, but managed to keep it together. Before today, you already assumed she died.

“It’s not like your brother is the best at making decisions,” Maria mumbled, fighting back an eye roll.

Tommy was sharing with you some of the things he and Joel had to do in order to survive. You’d done similar things and a few worse things. You weren’t one to judge and you weren’t going to judge Tommy and Joel. They were the only family you had left.

“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You snapped, no longer able to ignore the jabs Maria kept taking at Joel.

And the fact that Tommy just sat there and let her insult his brother really pissed you off. Not so much Tommy, but Maria's uppity demeanor got under your skin. Who the hell did she think she was? Good for her if she never had to stoop so low to survive in this shitty post-apocalyptic world. Good for fuckin' her, you thought.

Tommy leaned forward and whispered something into his wife's ear. She cringed and glanced at you before apologizing. Tommy opted to change the subject and asked you what happened to you on breakout day.

“My parents turned right in front of me. Before I could even comprehend what was happenin’ to ‘em they were shot dead.”

You remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was awful. Your parents were taken from you too fast. It was unfair.

“Then I hauled ass across Austin to try and get to you, Joel and Sarah. None of you were answering your phones so I figured it must have been happening around y’all too.”

You had a severe panic attack once you realized that you were well and truly on your own. You were lost. You didn’t know what to do without any of them. How were you supposed to survive in a world when your favorite five people no longer existed?

“Eventually I ended up working with a small group of nine people to help find a cure for whatever this was. I worked with doctors, nurses, scientists on this. We were desperate to find a cure. Tommy, I’ve done things that I’m not proud of, but we’ve exhausted every single possibility and nothing. There is no cure for this.”

“Wow.” Tommy said, sighing deeply at your newfound news. He had held out hope that there was a cure, but he wasn’t shocked that there wasn’t one.

Enough about you. Tommy told you that Joel was alive and I just missed him by a few weeks.

“Where is Joel?”

“Ellie—the young girl he’s with is immune. Joel took her to a hospital — a firefly post so that they could use Ellie’s blood to make a cure.” Tommy explained cooly.

“What?” You uttered lowly. You had your fair share of run-ins with the fireflies. Enough for a lifetime, and each instance damn near cost you your life. You had the awful pleasure of meeting their leader, Marlene. She had an impressive right hook, but your left was a lot meaner.

The nine people you'd been traveling with for the past 20 years were all dead. The majority were killed by clickers, while the others were killed by firefly bombs. You were furious and alone. On a mission to find Marlene, the leader of the fireflies.

You were determined to kill her where she stood. You'd had a few run-ins with Marlene, and they always ended bloody.

You didn't belong to FEDRA or the Fireflies. You were part of a small group of surgeons, biologists, nurses, and medical researchers. You were the only immunologist on the team. Shortly after the outbreak, all nine of you got together to try to find a cure. You clung to them after you assumed Joel, Sarah, and Tommy were no longer alive.

After your parents were killed, you attempted to drive across town to Joel's house, but the highway was already shut down. You'd also overheard from an officer that Joel's neighborhood was a hot zone full of infected people. You were devastated. You had no family left within a matter of hours.

You last saw her and her band of fireflies in Atlanta about a year ago. She ordered her men to blow up a couple buildings where you and the rest of your group were hiding from FEDRA. You barely escaped with your life. Everyone else who was with you died. Blown to smithereens.

“There is no fuckin’ cure, Tommy.”

“But Joel said—“

“—Well whoever told Joel and Ellie that is a goddamn liar. They’re gonna kill that poor girl and it’ll have been for nothin’.”

Tommy chewed on his lip, pondering your information. He was probably even more worried about his brother now. As he should be. Joel wasn’t safe with the fireflies. No one was.

“Is there any way to contact them?” You asked, still hopeful.

“They’ve been gone for a month, Y/N,” Tommy admitted, hesitancy heavy in his voice, “Joel said they’d come back once they were finished.”

“Hopefully Joel realizes that Ellie will die and they’ll come back.” Maria reasoned, shooting you a small smile.

“This isn’t good.” You exhaled sharply.

Anyway, that was five months ago. You were still with them in Jackson. It was a safe community that actually thrived plus you weren’t going to give up the opportunity to see Joel again.

You were with Tommy in Jackson for almost six months now and still no word from Joel or his whereabouts.

You were starting to get discouraged.

You didn’t know it, but off in the far distance, Joel and Ellie were making their way back to Jackson.

You just needed to hold on just a little while longer.

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vicsnook · 9 months

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Cruel Summer | Jake Seresin x Reader

word count: 1613

warnings: Drinking, Hangman being Hangman, crying

song pairing: Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey y'all!! This is pt.3 to Wildest Dreams and Exile but Jake's version ! Jake's parts will be posted every Sunday and you can find them in my masterlist once posted. Hope y'all like this one and please don't forget to like and reblog also thank you for the previous likes and reblogs!!!

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it

Thursday night your phone rang at 3 AM waking you up. Jake’s face filling the screen as you reached for your phone. He hadn’t answered your calls or texts after Monday and avoided you at work by leaving after training.

You had taken Nat’s advice and sat down with Bob yesterday. Bob took it better than you thought he would and admitted he’d been out of line on Monday. Apologizing profusely for hitting Jake and hurting you in the process. Your relationship was not fixed yet but you both agreed to try to be friends.

When he asked if you and Jake were together or had plans to be you told him truthfully that you didn't know. He was understandably hurt that there was a possibility of you and Jake happening but understood that there was no use trying to mend your broken relationship even saying you both worked better as friends.

“Hello?” you mumbled sleepily as you answered. “Heyyy sweet heart” slurred a very drunk Jake. You rubbed your eyes trying to wake yourself up as you sat up on the bed. “What’s going on Jake?” you asked as you slid your feet into your slippers and headed for the kitchen to get some water.

“Just thinking about youuuu. I know you and Bobby boy will be back together soon and you’ll forget all aboutttt little ol’ me”

Bad, bad boy

Shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it

“Jake, where are you?” you asked, worried about his drunken state. He never got drunk. Instead, he would get everyone else drunk because he thought it was funny. “No whereeeee.” he slurred, in response. “I’m on my way,” you told him as you grabbed your keys and headed out the door, recognizing the beach and bell sound in the background which meant he could only be in one place.

His incoherent words and singing coming through your car speakers caused you to roll your eyes as you quickly pulled into the Hard Deck. Jake’s truck and Penny’s car were the only ones in the parking lot. Heading for the door you noticed the motorcycle parked beside the building which only meant trouble.

“PEACHHH!” yelled Jake as you walked in. A very annoyed-looking Maverick was sitting beside him as Penny wiped down the bar. Maverick’s eyes scanned your attire which was a sweatshirt that belonged to Jake and sleeping shorts which made you wish you had changed before coming.

“You here for this one?” asked Maverick pointing at Jake. “Yep, I’m sorry if he’s caused y’all any trouble.” You answered, suddenly Jake started laughing hysterically for no apparent reason earning an eye roll from all three of you. “Has he paid his tab?” you asked Penny as Maverick hauled Jake outside and towards your car. “Not yet, and he got the bell rung on him when he put his phone on the bar” answered Penny, looking at you pitifully.

You pulled your card out of the back of your phone case and handed it to Penny. Your cheeks burned as you signed the $300 receipt and headed outside. Jake was sitting in your car already asleep when Maverick passed you back your keys.

“Look, I know it's not my business but be careful, please. I don't want you to get hurt again.” Said Maverick as you opened the door to get in the car. Turning back to look at him you noticed the worried look on his face. “I will be. Thanks, Mav,” you said closing the door. Jake was peacefully snoring beside you as you pulled off and headed to your house.

After 10 minutes of wrestling to get Jake into the house, you finally made it to the couch with him. You threw a blanket over him and carefully removed his shoes as he slept. His phone fell off his pocket when he turned the other way and as you grabbed it to put it on the coffee table it lit up.

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

A picture of you with whipped cream all over your face from when you both played the pie-in-the-face game stared back at you. You quickly put down the phone and shook your head as you headed to your room and tried to sleep a little more before work.

—

Jake was still asleep when you had finished getting ready for work. You shook him and he groaned sitting up on the couch. He squinted at you as you got up to grab him water and some Advil.

“How did I get here?” he asked, taking a big gulp of the glass of water you handed him.

“You drank a little too much last night and I had to go get you. Also, you have 15 minutes to get ready or else you’re going to be late to work.”

“Fuck, I’ll be ready in 5, don't worry.” He said, heading to the hall bathroom for a much-needed shower. You pulled the flight suit out of your closet that he’d left there last weekend and shouted at him that his shirt and underwear were in the dryer. He shouted back a quick thank you and you headed to the kitchen to drink your coffee.

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa, oh

It's a cruel summer

Jake came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging around his waist asking where his clothes were since the dryer was empty. You let your eyes wander around his torso as you head to check the indeed empty dryer which reminded you that you had actually put his clothes in your drawer. He followed you to your room and you handed him the clothes which he accepted with a grateful nod.

“I talked to Bob” you blurted out as he is sliding on his shirt. He nodded as you turn around so he can finish getting dressed.

“How did that go?” He asked walking out past you towards the kitchen.

“Um. it went well I think. We agreed we’d be better as friends and he knows about us.”

You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times

We're not trying

“Us?” He looked over at you with a confused look on his face. Your stomach turned as you grabbed your keys and shrugged heading out the door without answering. He followed closed behind and got in the car as you started it.

“I didnt mean that as a bad thing, Peach,” he told you as you pulled off the driveway. “We just haven't gotten the chance to talk about anything since Monday.” he continued as you drove to the Academy. You nodded in response trying to figure out exactly how to respond.

“Um, Jake, where exactly are we wanting to go with this?” you asked putting the car in park. “I don’t know, Peach. I like you obviously but things are a whole lot more complicated now that Bob is back,” he said, watching as you stuffed the keys in your suit pocket. “I mean it doesn't have to be. He is okay with us being an us if that ever happens” you said, unsure of your words since you’d come to realize Bob was probably just being nice which was confirmed by the look on Jake’s face. “We’ll talk about this later,” he said and you both headed inside.

Jake headed home early after getting sick on the tarmac presumably due to all the alcohol he had last night. So after you were all dismissed you headed home grateful for the weekend ahead.

—

That night Rooster had texted you to come down to the Hard Deck as everyone was out there. When you arrived you noticed Jake was sitting at the bar talking to some blonde chick who seemed to be hanging on to every word he said.

That made it a no-brainer to down the shots Fanboy graciously offered as you played pool with him and Bob. The shots added up quickly as you stumbled to the bathroom and threw up. You splashed your face and headed back out to head home just to find the blonde and Jake making out in the hallway.

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

The tears spilled down your face as you hurried out the back door. Rooster and Nat were sitting in the sand when you made it outside. “Hey Peach!” hollered Rooster, his smile quickly fading as he noticed the tears streaming down your face. “Can one of you take me home please?” you asked and Nat nodded yes as she stood up and led you to her car.

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

“What’s wrong?” asked Rooster from the passenger seat as you looked out the window. “Nothing, I just had too much to drink,” you mumbled back. “It’s not nothing, Peach” replied Nat but dropped it as soon as she saw your face through the rearview mirror. “Thank you,” you said, as they waved you goodbye when you got out of the car.

You laid on your bed not even taking off your smudged makeup shortly after coming inside. Letting sleep engulf you as your tears fell when you pictured Jake taking that girl home.

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