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Family Vacation (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, pregnancy, jealous reader, insecurity (let me know if i missed any)

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah.

Summary: Pov: family vacation with your family and Joel’s.

Words count: 2.1k

A/N: This series is ending soon so be ready 🥺 This is part 17 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm so grateful for all of you! Thank you for your comments, reblogs, and likes ❤️ Love you!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Epilogue

It was a long weekend and the two of you decided to invite your family and Tommy and Flo to have a short vacation out of town together. You and Joel rented a big house for a few days so you could spend the weekend with your family. You and your family separately and decided to meet at the house.

“Sarah’s asleep.” Joel whispered as he looked to the rear view mirror.

*car honked*

“What the fuck is his problem?!” Joel flinched at the honk.

“It’s okay baby, go back to sleep.” You reached Sarah’s hand who was laying on the back seat.

Sarah closed her eyes, hugged her teddy bear tight and went back to sleep.

“I think you’re driving too slow, baby.” You stroked Joel’s upper arm.

“I’m not goin’ any faster than this.” Joel shook his head.

He was driving slow because he didn’t want you and Sarah to be in danger. Not after the accident that broke the two of you apart.

“We’re not gonna get there on time if you keep driving like this.” You sighed.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not risking you, Sarah and our baby’s lives.” Joel put his right hand on your protruding belly.

Since you reunited with Joel, you tried again for a baby and you were now 6 months pregnant with Joel’s baby. Joel had been very protective of you since the accident and he even got more protective when you told him you were pregnant.

“How long till we get there?” You looked at the rear view mirror then to Joel.

“3 hours tops.” Joel tapped the steering wheel.

“O-kay.” You yawned.

Since you got pregnant, you get tired easily. You spent most of your days sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating. Joel had been very supportive and protective. He did most of the chores and cooked for you. You wanted to have a baby gender reveal party to your family and Joel came up with the idea to have this family vacation and surprise them.

“Get some sleep. I know you’re tired.” Joel told you to sleep.

“I’m not.” You gave him a side eye.

But before you knew it, you were already asleep. Your head went limp falling to the right and left.

“Uh-oh.” Joel panicked as he saw your head falling down to your shoulder.

Joel drove with his left hand while his right held your head trying to straighten it up so your neck wouldn’t hurt when you woke up later. His head moved back to back looking at you and the highway.

“Hmm?” You suddenly opened your eyes. Joel chuckled.

“How long did I sleep?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

“Uh-2 hours?” Joel looked at his watch.

“Uh-oh.” You suddenly froze and put your hand on your belly.

“What is it?” Joel put his hand on top of yours.

“I need to pee. This is an emergency.” Your baby was kicking on your bladder and you need to pee right now.

“Okay, can you hold it? I think we’re near a rest area.” Joel got both his hands back to the steering wheel and focused on finding a rest area sign.

“Okay, hurry.” You tried your best not to pee in the car.

Joel drove a bit faster and thankfully he was right. There was a rest area near you. He parked right away and took off his seatbelt. Then he ran to you and helped you out of the car.

“Wait here and watch Sarah. I’ll be fine.” You waddled to the restroom.

You sighed as you peed. Thank goodness it wasn’t too late or you would be peeing in your car. When you waddled back to your car, Joel was leaning on the car door waiting for you. Crossing his arms and smiling at you. You smiled back at him and looked around. Every woman there was staring at him. You waddled faster as you saw a young hot woman walking towards Joel. But you were too late, she got to Joel first.

"Hi handsome, I was looking at you from there." She pointed at the place she was standing.

"Hi." Joel just chuckled.

"What are you doing here standing next to your car, showing off your muscles." Her hands were now on Joel's upper arm caressing his biceps.

"I'm waiting for my pregnant wife." Joel's eyes moved to see you behind her and dragged her hand off him.

"Wi-?" She turned her head and saw you.

You glared at her as your hand supported your back.

"Sorry." She looked at you up and down and left.

"What was that?" You were jealous.

"Don't worry about that. Come on." Joel held your hand and helped you get inside the car.

"Were you just flirting?" You glared at him.

"No, baby. She approached me." Joel chuckled.

"Why are you laughing? Is this a joke?" You raised your voice.

"Shh, baby. You're gonna wake Sarah." Joel turned his head to the back seat to check on Sarah.

"Did you get her number?" You asked him.

"No, I didn't get her number and I didn't give her anythin'." Joel faced you.

"Don't you ever let other women touch you again, promise?" You gave him your pinky.

"You're my only one, baby. I promise." He linked his pinky to yours.

Even though you and him had pinky promised, you were still anxious. You remembered how the woman looked so sexy and you were now heavily pregnant and so round. You were insecure and you were scared that he might not find you attractive anymore.

Another hour passed and you finally arrived at the destination.

"Hi!" Your mom and dad waved their hand from the porch since they arrived earlier.

“Hi mom, hi dad.” You hugged your mom and dad one by one.

“Hi there, my favorite granddaughter!” Your dad crouched and lifted Sarah.

“Grandpa!” Sarah cupped her grandpa’s cheeks.

“How are you doing, honey?” Your mom rested her hand on your lower back and walked inside the house with you.

“Tired all the time.” You chuckled.

“Sit here. I’ll get you some drinks.” Your mom sat you on the couch and got you a glass of the juice she made.

“Thanks, mom.” You sipped on the juice.

“Can we take the first-floor master bedroom? Can’t let my wife climb the stairs too much.” Joel asked with your luggage in his hand.

“Yes, of course.” Your mom nodded.

“Thank you, Joel.” You smiled at him.

While Joel moved the stuff in the bedroom, you heard a knock.

“I’ll get it.” Your mom asked you to stay seated

“Hi!” It was Tommy and Flo.

“Hi! Come in!” Your mom invited them in.

“Hey!” You turned your head to look at them and smiled.

Then Tommy moved the luggage inside and looked for Joel.

“You’re big.” Flo sat next to you and her eyes widened as she saw your belly.

“I know.” You chuckled.

“You want to touch it?” You took her hand and put it on your belly.

“That’s weird.” Flo chuckled.

“I’m growing a baby inside me, Flo.” You gave her a side eye.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” She giggled.

“This will be you soon.” You moved your hand in circles pointing at your very pregnant belly.

“No way!” She bumped your upper arm.

The day was spent to unpack and when you finished, it was almost dinner time.

“I think we need to prepare dinner, girls. It’s almost dinner time.” Your mom called from the kitchen.

You were laying on the bed to get some rest after unpacking. You groaned as you tried to get up.

“Uh-Joel.” You called for Joel.

“Yeah, baby?” Joel stood up from the floor. He was unpacking his luggage.

“I can’t get up.” You tried to get up but you couldn’t because of how big your belly was.

Joel chuckled as he looked at you.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“You look like a turtle, baby.” You knew he was holding himself from bursting into laughter.

“A turtle?” You started to tear up because of what he said.

“Hey, hey, I was just jokin’ baby.” He rushed to you and sat on the edge of bed.

“I’m sorry baby. It was just a joke. You’re beautiful, baby. You’re not a turtle.” Joel stroked your head then your belly.

You sobbed as you wiped your tears from your cheeks. You were already insecure about your body and now he joked like that.

“Baby..You know I didn’t mean that.” He wiped your tears with his thumb.

You nodded and pouted.

“Come on, I’ll help you up.” Joel put his arm behind your back and helped you sit.

He waited there and rubbed your back until you stopped crying.

“Mom’s probably waiting.” You snorted and stood up.

Joel rested his hand on your back and supported you as you walked to the kitchen. Your mom and Flo were already preparing some meat, drinks, and everything while your dad, Tommy and Sarah were in the yard setting up the grill.

“Joel! We need help!” Tommy shouted from the yard so Joel left you in the kitchen.

“Sit, honey. Your back must be killing you.” Your mom rubbed your back.

“I’m okay, mom.” You smiled. Your mom always cared for you and you were grateful for that.

“Okay, I think we should move these.” Flo passed you a plate of meat and she took another one too.

The three of you then moved everything to the yard. The boys had the grill and table all set up. You took a seat and your stomach was growling. Joel heard it so he stood up right away and started grilling the meat and sausages. He put the cooked ones on a plate and passed it to you first before anyone else.

“Thank you, baby.” You sighed in relief.

You ate right away because you were hungry. Then suddenly Sarah ran to her dad close to the grill.

“Sarah!” You hurriedly put your plate on the table and stood up to stop her.

But before you ran to her, Joel turned his head and blocked her daughter from getting near the hot grill.

“Don’t get too close, babygirl.”

“I wanna see!” Sarah jumped.

“Okay, you can see but don’t touch it okay?” Joel carried her with one arm and the other one continued grilling.

“That was close.” You sighed as you rested your hand on your stomach.

“Beers? Everyone?” Tommy came with a lot of cans of beer in his arms.

“Me! Me!” Flo raised her hand.

“Me too!” Your dad grabbed one of the beers from Tommy.

“Ugh-I crave for beer.” You groaned.

“You can’t have one, mama.” Joel glared at you as he grilled.

You squinted your eyes to him and took a bite of your sausage.

You and your family spent the night eating at the yard, enjoying the night, talking, laughing, singing while Joel played the guitar, and looking at the moon. Then it was time for you to reveal your baby’s gender.

“It’s dessert time!” You brought a box of cupcakes to the yard.

“One person, one cupcake.” You opened the box and asked everyone to take one.

“Don’t eat it yet, daddy!” You stopped your dad.

“I want everyone to get a bite when I count to three, okay?”

Everyone was confused but they listened to you.

“Okay, one, two, three.” Everyone ate the cupcake.

You baked the cupcakes yourself and you filled the filling with color according to your baby’s gender. Blue for a boy, pink for a girl. Joel didn’t know yet. You asked your doctor not to tell him because you wanted to surprise him and your family.

“Hmm..This is so good.” Your dad mumbled. He always loved sweets and your cakes.

“Thanks dad.” You chuckled.

“Why does it have to be blue?” Tommy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at the cupcake in his hand.

You just raised your eyebrows and put your hand on your stomach. You were having a boy and everyone hadn’t had any clue yet.

“Wait. A boy?” Joel finally had a clue.

You nodded excitedly.

“Oh my God! Baby!” Joel ran towards you and hugged you tight.

“Whoa!” You hugged him back.

“Oh my babygirl!” Your dad teared up then hugged you after.

“My daughter is having a boy!” Your mom wiped her tears and hugged you.

“Congratulations.” Tommy hugged you then Flo hugged you too.

“I’m gonna have a baby brother!” Sarah ran around and jumped excitedly.

“Come here baby.” You called Sarah and hugged her.

“I can’t wait to teach you how to play the guitar, my baby boy.” Joel got on his knees and kissed your belly.

You chuckled as you stroked his head. Your parents held each other and smiled adoring their daughter and their son-in-law.

To be continued…

A/N: Another pregnancy fic for you! @kelh27

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Weekly Recap | April 15th-21st 2024

Warning you now that there won't be a recap next week because I'm gonna be on a birthday trip! (hello don't mind me I'm turning 30 this week 🙈). ((now that I think about it I could always post the recap on saturday. oh well. we'll see 😆))

Enjoy!

Complete

i'll fit you inside my future by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (S7E5, BuckTommy | <1K | General): "Why'd you choose that abomination of a coffee for me?" And Buck groans just to hear Tommy laugh. "Really? What even was that?" "Black coffee four sugars," Buck mumbles, kicking a stone across the sidewalk sheepishly. "Jesus, Evan." Tommy's laugh is something special, loud and unrestrained and the sound of sunshine maybe. "Why?"

wild again, beguiled again by Maira/ @mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips (Post-S7E4, BuckTommy | 1K | General): The kiss had taken him out at the knees, a rush of lips and heat and just the barest hint of teeth, the graze of stubble not his own thrilling him in a way like nothing had before. Which was ridiculous, because the kiss hadn’t even been that long. He’d had longer kisses, hotter kisses. Kisses where Buck had very nearly forgotten his own name by the time they’d ended. And yet, this one kiss still had him smiling like a fool. ... or, the one after the kiss.

I gotta get that feeling by elless (Post-S7E5 | 1K | General): Buck watches his mouth as he speaks and the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, and reminds himself to pay attention, because all of this is important. He wants to know everything. OR: what happens at the cafe after Buck's an eager beaver and asks Tommy to be his date at the madney wedding.

The New Normal by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Buck/Tommy/Eddie | 1,7K | General): While he had had a few drinks at the bar, Eddie hadn’t even been tipsy when Buck had blurted out those words: I think I’ve been dating both of you. That statement had settled in the middle of Eddie’s chest and burrowed into its new home, feeling so incredibly right in a way he’d never experienced before. (Part 3 of Buck's Boyfriends)

a good ally by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (BuckTommy, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Tommy figures out Buck's humiliation kink by accident during sex and they explore it a bit.

everything’s growing in our garden by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S7E5, Pre-Buddie | 2K | Teen): eddie’s growing a garden. buck might be the most firmly planted thing in it.

every part of you (simple as that) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (BuckTommy, Madney Wedding | 2,8K | General): OR: buck comes out to chris, talks to tommy about the future, has realisations about the past and finds a little peace at the wedding

Lactose Intolerance by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Drunken Confessions | 4K | Teen): After last night's tequila shots at the karaoke bar, Buck had just gone home and rolled into his too-big, too-comfortable, too-empty bed in his too-quiet loft, and he’d— Texted Eddie. He thinks. The memory is kind of vague.

Tell Me Anything by AnnaNSmith/ @annansmith (Near Death Experience, Love Confession | 5K | Teen): Or, how Buck shattered Eddie's entire world one night by confessing his love to him.

we don't know where this is going now (don't be afraid of heights, let me open your heart wide) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post-S7E5, Tommy POV | 5K | General): Tommy cuts their first date short, but to his surprise he gets a call from Evan just a few days later.

Despite it all, I'm Happy by InsaneJuliann/ @marvelingjules (Established Buddie, Post-S4, Secret Relationship | 6K | Teen): Something's up with Buck, but he's not telling. No one else even seems to notice all the faked smiles and laughter, not like Eddie does. But he's afraid of pushing too hard. He's happier, lately. Chris, his family, the team - and especially Buck - make him happier than he's been in a long time. Eddie doesn't want to put that all at risk. Not now, while it still feels so new. (Part 12 of The Evolution of Buddie)

Be Yours if You'd be Mine by InsaneJuliann/ @marvelingjules (Established Buddie, Post-S4 | 5K | Mature): Things with Buck are good. Sure, Eddie's pretty sure that some days Buck is still hiding something from him, and sure, their relationship is still a secret to their friends. But there are moments where Eddie can only feel how right it is, Buck in his life, with his family and with Chris. And Eddie may not be able to put a word to the feeling he's been having lately, but he knows that his relationship with Buck isn't going anywhere. At least, Eddie was sure of that until he potentially fucked things up. Now, he's not sure where they stand, precisely. He's not sure if he's what Buck really wants, or if Buck's second guessing. They need to talk. The thing is, talking and vulnerability has never been Eddie's strong suit. (Part 13 of The Evolution of Buddie)

somebody i can kiss by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Christmas, Getting Together, Post-S5 | 7K | Explicit): Buck might be a little touch-starved. And he knew that, but he was not prepared to deal with how the knowledge would interact with his newfound awareness of his crush on—no, realistically, his undying love for Eddie. Because now, whenever he sees Eddie, Buck just wants to shuffle close, bury his face in Eddie’s neck, and hold him. Every second he spends with his best friend, he’s either picturing that, or he’s imagining Eddie’s mouth on his dick, Eddie’s hands on his skin, Eddie’s fingers in his mouth— Anyway. The point is, he should not spend Christmas on a fucking sleepover with Eddie. But he’s gonna.

A Brief Interruption by Leslie_Knope (S7E5 Spec, BuckTommy but Buddie Endgame | 8K | Teen): The restaurant door squeaks again, which Buck ignores, but it’s accompanied by a little noise, just a hitch paired with a small intake of breath, which would be completely unremarkable if not for the fact that Buck has heard that sound a thousand times and would recognize it anywhere. He turns his head, abruptly enough that Tommy’s mouth briefly mashes against his cheek. “Eddie,” Buck says, his voice squeaky and weird. His brain is just pure static, partly from the kiss and partly because Eddie is standing six feet away, eyes wide, staring like he’s never seen him before.

Take These Little Pebbles One by One by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Post-S7E5, Endgame Buddie | 9K | Teen): Eddie tells Buck nothing will change between the two of them, except it does. He feels Buck quickly slipping away so he starts to steal pieces of him back. Literally. Or, the one where Eddie has a couple of come to Jesus moments courtesy of Christopher and Tommy, a bit of an emotional breakdown, and a lot of feelings about Evan Buckley’s dentist appointments and where his socks belong.

all I want (your eyes on mine) by bigfootsmom/ @bigfootsmom (Buck/Tommy/Eddie, PWP | 10K | Explicit): Buck is lying there, Eddie instantly recognizes the head of honey blond curls resting on the arm of the couch. But the head of short brown curls between Buck’s shaking thighs takes a second longer to place. But then they look up, blue eyes going comically wide as they lock onto Eddie. Tommy Kinard is on Buck’s couch. He’s on Buck’s couch between Buck’s thighs with his lips wrapped around Buck’s cock. The one where Eddie yearns, Buck pines, and Tommy just wants to have a good time.

🔥 give your heart and soul to charity by 42hrb/ @exhuastedpigeon (Post-S7E5, Sexuality Crisis | 12K | Teen): “It’s been a while since you asked for an emergency session,” Frank says, voice even as always. “Can I ask what brought this on?” “I think I just dumped god,” Eddie says and then he bursts out laughing. He can’t control it, he knows he sounds manic, like he’s somewhere between laughter and a breakdown, edging closer to the breakdown. “Holy shit I did dump god.” “I’m going to need just a little more than that,” Frank says and his face looks torn between concern and amusement. OR Eddie dumps God, gets some more therapy, accepts parts of himself he was taught to hate, loves his best friend, and loves himself.

Buck up, Buttercup by etlagiapet/ @etlagiapet (Canon Divergent, ~S5 | 14K | Mature): “God, you’d probably make a good writer for an advice column. You’re so earnest and optimistic, and you want to help people literally all the time.” Buck blinks at her, frozen with his beer halfway to his lips. His stomach does this thing, an excited little lurch that happens when he gets ahead of himself, but he can’t help it. He clears his throat and manages to ask, “Uh, really?”

Breaking news: LA firefighters in love by AnnaNSmith/ @annansmith (Taylor POV, ~S5, Getting Together | 19K | General): “In an incredible turn of events firefighter Buckley is alive and mostly unharmed. What could have ended in a devastating tragedy finds its happy ending after all. What an absolute relief that firefighter Buckley made it out alive and that we now see-” Taylor turns around, only to come to a stuttering stop at witnessing the spectacle in front of her “-my boyfriend kissing his best friend.” Or, Taylor gets a second shot at accompanying the 118 for another segment and notices that her boyfriend is a lot closer to his best friend than she remembers.

🔥 drink the river dry by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Post Shooting, Getting Together | 32K | Explicit): It wasn’t until they were discussing his discharge paperwork and painkiller schedules that it really sunk in for Eddie that Buck would be staying with him and Christopher. That he would be around 24/7 except for his shifts at work. That he’ll sleep on the couch, where he’s been sleeping for days now to look after Christopher. The worst part is that it’s necessary—Eddie isn’t going to be able to do a damn thing for himself for the next couple of weeks. He’s lucky if he can put a shirt on by himself a month from now. Yeah, that’s going to be a problem. Or: Eddie gets shot, breaks up with his girlfriend, and pines like there’s no tomorrow.

🔥 The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope (Post-S3, Getting Together | 34K | Mature): Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

🔥 everything (nothing) has changed by bizarrestars (Post-S4, Love Confessions | 48K | Explicit): After Eddie gets shot, Buck confesses his love. From there, things get a little out of hand.

🔥 let it pour out of your soul series by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Magical Realism AU, Witch Eddie | 3 works | 71K | Complete):

collectively unconsciously composed (S4E6: Jinx | 46K | Explicit): Or: in which the author re-watched Buck Begins and Jinx and thought: what if this was gayer and had actual magic?

that systematic drug (PWP | 5K | Explicit): Eddie’s mouth goes dry when he opens the door and sees Buck. He’s clean-shaven and with his hair carefully styled back, smiling at Eddie sweetly and a little teasingly. Buck is wearing his dark jeans and his light blue v-neck polo shirt, the one that’s tight enough that it shows off the bulge of his biceps and the definition of his pecs and abs. Eddie knows this shirt. Buck's favourite, because he knows he looks good in it.

something binding us together (Established Buddie | 20K | Teen): Or: Eddie plans a long-avoided visit to his parents, discovers some things about his magic, and begins to build his family a home in LA's witching community.

Podfic

🔥 [podfic] tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by Matriaya // fic by @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Time Loop | 5-6h | Mature): "Think I can get a hug from my best man on my wedding day?" he asks, quietly hopeful in a way that makes Eddie want to tear off his skin. "Sure," Chris replies with a shrug, turning to throw Eddie a cheeky grin. "Dad, Buck needs a hug." (OR: eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

🔥 my certainty is wild, weaving [Podfic] by blackglass/ @blackestglitter for tuckergreeen/ @henwilsonmd (Post-S5A, Hurt Buck | 45-60min | Teen): “Eddie,” Carla says softly. “You could have called. We would’ve met you at the hospital.” He shakes his head. “No. I didn’t—uh. I didn’t go to the hospital.” He feels the way Carla’s hand goes still. “Eddie.” It’s not nearly as soft-spoken this time. “You didn’t go see him? Or Chim? Your team?” “They’re not my team,” Eddie says, almost without thinking. He winces as soon as the words are out. Or: Buck is hurt, Eddie is worried, and everything is broken.

[podfic] i was supposed to sweat you out (i think there's been a glitch) by half_bakedboy/@half-bakedboy // fic by @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Fire Academy | 45-60min | Explicit): "What's your problem, man?" "You. You're my fucking problem, Diaz." There were a lot of problems with Eddie Diaz, if you ask Buck. The guy is obnoxiously good at everything without even trying, he's too perfect, too confident. And the biggest problem of them all: Eddie's an attractive asshole that features more often than not in Buck's filthiest dreams. or; The Buck and Eddie meet at the fire academy, rivals to lovers fic.

🔥 Like Any Unloved Thing [Podfic] by ReformedTsunderePodfics/ @film-in-my-soul // fic by @hmslusitania (Urban Fantasy/Noir AU, PI Eddie, Ghost Buck | 1.5-2h | Mature): After the war, Eddie Diaz opened his own private investigation business here in LA and usually he does alright for himself. But this case, the one with the Buckley siblings, is going to crawl under his skin and stay there. It's going to change his life. He has no idea how.

[Podfic] If I Risk It All (Could You Break My Fall?) by liketherestofla, MistMarauder/@gracieryder for Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (James Bond AU | 4.5-5h | Explicit): “This is Buck,” Bobby said when Buck’s tongue refused to unstick from the top of his mouth. “Your new quartermaster.” Eddie’s eyes— brown with just a glint of green if you caught them in the right light— widened before he scanned Buck with another sweeping assessment. “You’re—” Buck had heard it all before. “Not all of us nerds are the skinny kids that used to get picked on in high school.”

🔥 Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314 // fic by @ebjameston (Canon Divergent, S2, Ghost Buck, Witch Eddie | 5-6h | Teen): Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

WIP

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @dangerpronebuddie (Prompt collection | 30/? | 19K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

30. 70. what if i told you none of it was accidental: An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's

What’s Your Order? by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Post-S7E5, BuckTommy | 3/6 | 6K | Teen): 5 Times Buck Guessed Tommy’s Coffee Order + 1 Time He Didn’t Have To

🔥 Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 2/4 | 11K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 9/18 | 49K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

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milla-frenchy · 8 months

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Roads part 4

3k7 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: Joel's complex personality continues to disrupt your relationship Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dubcon mutual somnophilia (the subject has been discussed before for reader, not for Joel), alternate POV, 69, cum eating (m/f), semi public (car sex at night), dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, oral (m receving), unprotected piv, creampie, jealousy a/n: A big shout out to @toxicanonymity, somno queen. sleeping beauty was the first fic with somnophilia content that I read, and... Oh my 🥵🖤 @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog Thank you for always taking time for me🥰❤️🫂 Spotify playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist

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Part 3

Tommy, at first, was uptight about your relationship with Joel. You saw him sometimes looking thoughtfully at Joel, but as the weeks passed he relaxed.

He asked you: “Is he good to you?”

“Yes Tommy. He is. Truely. Never felt so good for years.” You hugged him, and added “Really Tommy. I'm happy with him"

“Ok, honey. I just want you to be happy.”

Your relationship with Joel was going well although he still had moments of insecurity, notably the first times you were at the pub after the altercation, he had hugged you so tightly that you had to ask him to loosen his embrace. “It’s ok, Joel. I’m not going anywhere." He looked at you, nodded before kissing your neck.

Tommy's eyes widened when he saw the scene and finally got used to your relationship.

Sarah was coming for the holidays in a few days, Joel had spoken to her about you, initiating the subject awkwardly and with apprehension, but his daughter was much more open minded and refined than him.

“Well that explains why you've been less grumpy over the last few months on the phone! I'm happy for you dad. It's about time you thought about yourself.”

Joel grumbled then said “Grumpy? You talk like Tommy”

“He’s not wrong about that. So what’s her name?”

Joel told her your name, and Sarah added “Wait a minute, like Tommy’s friend? It's her?"

"It is. Heard 'bout her?"

"Oh man about a million times! She seems great from what Tommy told me about her. That's so cool! I almost met her a few years ago"

“What do you mean?”

“You had to leave for the 4th of July for work and I had to stay with Tommy. He wanted the three of us to spend the day together. He bought some fireworks and told me the Smiths loved them, but I wasn't so sure about that.”

“Jesus…”

“Anyway, you had finished your project and returned on time and it didn't happen, you surprised me by taking me to Austin. Tommy didn't even have time to talk to her about me but he was sure she wouldn't mind. He often spoke to me about her, she seemed so cool dad!”

“She is” he said, smiling.

“How did you make her fall for you, rusty man?”

“I dunno kid,” he laughed.

The day before Sarah arrived, you were spending the night at his house.

Joel woke up during the night, you were lying face to face. He watched you sleep for a few minutes, your face barely lit by the moonlight. And he thought about the fantasy you told him about several days ago. His cock hardened immediately.

He wanted to please you, he knew what you wanted, you had described it to him with precision. And he was going to oblige you.

He gently removed the sheet, revealing your naked body.

He turned you onto your back, slowly, taking the opportunity to spread your thighs wide enough for him to insert himself between them. You sighed in your sleep.

His cock was so hard it hurt. He spit saliva on his hand and stroked it, before sliding his shaft gently against your clit, brushing it just like you asked. You frowned in your sleep but didn't wake up.

He licked his fingers and applied as much saliva as he could to the tip of his cock.

He grabbed the base of his cock in his hand, and slid into your entrance, just inserting the tip, and stopping so as not to hurt you. Your folds tightened against him and he bit back a moan. You were so tight. He thought about what you had asked him specifically, and he pushed slowly. In one single slow drive, he bottomed out.

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You woke up instantly, feeling like you were split in two, first.

Then, experiencing what you’ve been wanting for years, but never found the person to share it with until… Joel. Being fucked while you were sleeping. Excitement immediately took over the pain.

You looked at Joel's face and whined, closing your eyes immediately.

He brought his lips to your ear, and whispered, “I need to fuck. I need to empty my balls.”

“Fuck” you exhaled, feeling your pussy squeeze him immediately upon hearing it.

“Shut up. Don't wanna hear you, except for your fucking moans.”

He put his hand over your mouth and started fucking you hard. You licked his palm, looking at him.

“You’re such a whore,” he said.

His body weighed heavily on yours, his other arm rested near your head, leaning on his elbow, his fist and jaw clenched.

“Fuck… you’re so good for my cock. So tight” he raised his chest to look down at the base of his cock sinking into your pussy for a few moments, then he lay on top of you again.

He growled, you had raised your pelvis to rub your clit against him.

“Need to cum in your fucking pussy. That’s it, yeah like that… my slut’s cunt is so wet now.”

You came instantly, just before he shot his loads of cum deep inside your pussy and filled you up.

Once you finished milking his cock, he rolled onto his back, looked at you while your eyes were still closed after your orgasm, then turned to the other side.

Then again, he was doing exactly what you asked him to do.

Both of you fell back asleep.

He woke up two hours later. It was still dark, you were asleep on your back, in the position he had left you, breathing softly.

His cock was hard again, he settled between your thighs after quickly wetting it with his saliva on his fingers.

He rubbed his cock against your entrance, still wet from the cum that had leaked out of you while you slept.

He bottomed out in one push, much easier than a couple hours ago, with the help of your juices. He put his hand over your mouth immediately.

You woke up full of him and widened your eyes.

“You like being my fucking slut?”

You nodded, after a few seconds, once again out of your deep sleep.

“Does it turn you on, to be fucked twice while you sleep, with my cum still dripping from your fucking soaked pussy?”

You nodded again.

“I’m gonna fuck you stupid, baby. You’re so fucking wet and filled with my cum.” He fucked you rough. You gasped into the palm of his hand.

"You're such a slut, taking my cock like that."

Then he alternated rhythms, sometimes fucking you quickly and tapping your G spot repeatedly, sometimes softer but harder, filling you up completely.

Your gasps became moans.

Until he came and filled you again, his jolts drawing another orgasm out of you.

You fell asleep again without saying a word.

The next morning you woke up to the rising sun. Joel lay on his back, breathing softly.

You looked at his cock. Pink, soothed and soft. Moist from the night.

Until now, you always took it in your mouth when he was already hard, but that time you wanted to feel it growing there.

You settled head to tail in relation to him, resting on your knees and your elbows, but without stepping over him.

You took it in your hand and moaned feeling it so vulnerable.

You heard him growl, and you quickly bent down to lick the tip of his cock before he woke up. Running your tongue over his slit. You felt his cock twitch and you smiled.

You took his tip in your mouth, drunk by the taste on your tongue. Yours, his. You felt the flattering in your pussy, and your wetness already flowing again.

He woke up feeling the heat around his cock.

“Fuck… Come here baby, let me taste you”, he said.

You straddled his body with your legs, your pussy level with his face. He put his hands on your hips, slid his tongue inside you, and licked everything you were soaked in. Your juices, his cum.

He lapped up, harvesting everything he could on his tongue.

You had taken him fully into your mouth, and sucked him, your lips surrounding him as best you could, one hand fixed on the base of his shaft, the other stroking his balls and sliding them under your fingers.

You slowed down as you felt your orgasm coming, unable to keep up your pace on his cock. You jerked him off, keeping your mouth just around his tip, focusing your tongue on his slit and the thickened edges of its tip.

You came together, your mouths filled with each other. He shot his cum on your tongue and in your mouth, and you swallowed every drop.

You continued to lick each other gently, being careful not to overstimulate each other.. Just trying to make you and him feel good for as long as possible, and as gently as possible, until your spasms ended.

You then came to lie down against him, saying "morning baby" smiling, before kissing him. He took you in his arms, while both of you caught your breath.

“ya liked it?”

“Fuck yeah. You fulfilled my fantasy perfectly baby”

He went to pick Sarah up from the airport, you had agreed that you would meet her the next day. They spent the day together, Sarah talked about how her student life was going, and Joel gave an update on his work.

“Why isn’t your girlfriend here?”

“Because I wanted us to spend time together. Not to disturb you.”

“I’m not 5 anymore dad…” she laughed. I want you to be happy.

“We’re taking it slowly. I like it this way.”

"OK. And does that suit her?”

He frowned “Yes, I think so. Everything is going well between us”

The next day you met Sarah and you immediately got on well. Tommy and Maria also came to Joel's barbecue.

You kept your distance from him, staying friendly but without particular outpouring, not wishing to make him uncomfortable. You didn't want to feel that he didn't know how to handle the situation with Sarah.

Years without an official relationship had made him lonely, and you felt he needed some time. You gave it to him, without any reservation or animosity.

You haven't seen each other much over the holidays. You wanted Joel to spend time with his daughter, and you were happy to have time for you, too.

At the end of the holidays, after dropping his daughter off at the airport, Joel came to your house.

He kissed and hugged you once the door closed.

“Thank you. Thank you for being so understanding. I… don’t really know how to handle all of this, I need time and you gave me some.”

“Of course Joel."

He hugged you tighter, his embrace lifting you slightly off the ground.

“Movie night?” you asked him.

“Yeah sure.”

Coming home from the cinema, you put your hand on his thigh in the car. He looked down at it, then looked at you. You moved your hand up his thigh, and as you reached his crotch you bit your lip.

“What are you doing sweetheart?”

"Catching up... I wanna suck your cock and get fucked in the back of your car"

He nodded and moved his right arm away from the steering wheel.

You pulled down his zipper and carefully took his cock out of his pants, not to get it caught in the zipper. He was already hard. You spat in your hand and jerked him gently.

"You should stop the car baby" you told him, before leaning over his cock, and running your saliva over it. You took it into your mouth, wrapping your lips around its tip and caressing it with your tongue.

The car swerved. “Told you baby,” you said, smiling, before taking him back into your mouth.

“Fuck…” he said. He turned into a residential area, and parked in a dimly lit spot. His cock out of his pants and boxers, your mouth around it, dropping further and further to the base.

He placed his hand on your head before grabbing a handful of hair in his fist. He let his head fall against the headrest for a few moments, then looked down at the back of your head.

You let your saliva accumulate and flow down your chin, alternating your sucking rhythms. He let you set your pace, enjoying the sensations on his cock.

“Can’t - fuck… can’t believe you’re sucking my cock in a car at night. Couldn’t wait to come home?”

“Mmm mm” you said, to make him understand that no, you couldn't wait.

“I missed your mouth baby.”

You moaned at his words, and pulled back so you only had the tip in your mouth. You licked its slit, then ran your tongue over its entire length, from base to tip.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

You did it twice, three times, then you took him whole in your mouth again. He released his fist and placed his hand on your head, while he pushed his cock down your throat. You gasped.

“Don’t move”, he commanded.

Tears in the corner of your eyes, you waited for him to release you before pulling away and breathing.

“Go ahead baby,” he commanded.

You took him back into your mouth at your own pace. You heard him moan louder and louder, until you released him and grabbed the door handle.

"What are you doing?" he asked you.

"I told you I wanted you to fuck me in the back of your car."

He pulled his t-shirt down over his cock and got out of the car. You were waiting for him on all fours, head turned towards the rear window of the car.

He knelt behind you and lifted your dress. He pulled down your panties, just enough so that you could spread your thighs a little.

He licked his fingers and came to rub your soaking pussy.

“So wet baby” he said

He entered you with one thrust, making you cry out and almost making you hit the door with your head.

“Fuck, Joel!”

And he fucked you, rough. Burrowing into you and tapping your cervix with every hip thrust, his hands gripping you, thumbs digging into your flesh.

“You like that, being fucked in the back of a car, like a fucking whore?”

His rhythm forced you to put your hand against the glass. He grabbed your wrists with his hands and held them crossed on your lower back, forcing you to drop your head against the seat of the backseat.

He pounded on you continuously, growling. But the feeling wasn't enough for him. He held your wrists tight in one of his hands, and grabbed your shoulder to push deeper into you.

“You’re such -fuck… a slut. Takin' me so good”

His pace wasn't slowing, your mind was barely able to think. You just wanted to feel him as long as possible. Someone could have passed the car and still you would not be able to stop.

“Wanted my cock so bad.”

He dropped your shoulder and slowed the pace.

"No, Joel, don't slow down, please…"

“I want you to cum”

He slipped his index finger into his mouth to wet it, then lowered it to brush against your clit, and roll his finger against it.

“Squeeze my cock, baby, come on”

You let him impose the rhythm he wanted on your body, and felt your pleasure rise under his fingers.

“Joel…”

“Yeah, i feel you pussy clenching around my cock. Come on, baby. Come on my cock”

You felt a wave of warmth wash over you before your clit twitched under his fingers. Your spasms made him cum, he sent his load deep inside your pussy. Finally he released your wrists.

He sat on the backseat, and you turned towards him, saying “damn, i missed it.” He smiled and kissed you.

The next day, during breakfast, you asked him

"So...how was Sarah's vacation?"

“Good. It was nice to see her again.”

"Of course. It must not have been easy, so many weeks without seeing her.”

He nodded.

You felt this strange and uncomfortable lump return to your gut. Your worry increased.

You felt him distant, but didn't know how to broach the subject. You were afraid of touching a too sensitive spot and making him feel cornered. You told yourself that he needed time, but an unpleasant feeling was tugging at your insides.

Weeks passed. You never managed to address the subject that worried you. You cursed yourself internally for not having the courage to do it. But you knew you were afraid the discussion would lead to something too hard to hear.

You felt you wanted... more. Not knowing what exactly. Move in with him? You brushed the idea from your mind. You loved your independence, your house. Confronted with your own contradictions and your concern for Joel, you buried the subject in yourself.

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Since Sarah's vacation, Joel felt his anxiety growing. He loved you, but Sarah's mother's departure haunted him, and even though the situation was different this time, he was scared. Of not being able to give you what you wanted. Joel sensed that you wanted more, but felt unable to give it to you, didn't know how to. He wondered how long the situation would go on without the subject being discussed. He knew how patient you were with him, and he was grateful to you. So grateful he hated himself. He felt like he was hearing Tommy say that he was just a bear, incapable of giving himself to anyone. Yet he had given you so much so far, like never before.

One morning, your phone rang while you were taking a shower. Joel looked at the screen. Stefan.

He put down the phone and waited for you to come out of the bathroom, and said "your ex-boyfriend called."

“Mmm?”

“That f…Stefan”

"Oh, ok" You saw his fists clenching, and you didn't like it. You felt your annoyance rising.

"Are you gonna call him back?"

“Why would I call him back?”

His knuckles were white under the pressure of his fists.

“Talk to me, Joel.”

“I can’t stand him calling you,” he said in a cold voice.

“You have nothing to worry about -”

“Really?”

“Joel!” You recoiled, choked at hearing his words.

He was silent for a few moments then said “Tell me about you and him. How you met.” his voice was low.

You sighed. “I met him a few years ago. He's a friend of a friend. He's a singer and a guitar player in a rock band. I went to see them at a gig. We started talking about music, and then it happened.”

“How long after you met him?”

“Few weeks i think”

“How long did it last? The first time”

“Few months”

“How was it ?

“What are you talking about ?”

“Fucking him.”

“This conversation is going too far Joel."

“He was a good fuck?” he insisted.

“Wanna know the size of his cock too? Damn…” You shook your head. “It wasn't like you and me, far from it.” He grinned like it didn't matter.

“Why did you end it?”

“Because i had enough. Can't really say more. I didn't see it as a relationship. Can't say I was really attached to him.”

“But you fucked him.”

“Yeah... Yeah. I can fuck someone and not love them, so what?”

“You never loved him?”

“No”

“But he loved you”

“I think he did, yeah.”

“You had no problem with that?”

“No.” You sighed again. “That’s enough Joel. This discussion…is unhealthy and has gone way too far. I'm not comfortable with that. Stefan and I, it’s the past. You need to work on this Joel and I'll help you if you want but I can't do it for you. I have my past, you have yours. And if you don't trust me, we have a problem."

"It's not that."

“Yes, that’s exactly that. And what are you gonna do if you see him in the pub? Break his jaw?" You regretted saying it, and saw that he was hurt.

You looked at the clouds, standing by the window, not knowing what to do. Hurt by the fact that he was unable to express his feelings, except the negative ones. You felt that you gave away too much of yourself in this conversation, while he gave you nothing in return, just jealousy.

"You can't behave like that. We're not teenagers Joel. I know that the departure of Sarah's mother was terrible. I know that starting our relationship wasn't easy for you. But this? I can't Joel… It's toxic. If we don't communicate properly…"

You were tired of what was happening and stopped there. You grabbed your purse and headed towards the door. You turned to look at him and said with tears in your eyes: “I love you. And I hate you for making me say it at such a terrible time. I love YOU. Not him. I’m with YOU. Not with him." You hesitated, and murmured "Fuck you, Joel.”

You slammed the door behind you, hoping he would follow you, in vain. Your tears flowed as you got into your car. You started the car and drove away.

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Joel hated himself at that moment. The feeling of regressing again and disappointing you. The moment he saw that name on your phone screen, he was torn with emotions. His feelings for you, his fear of losing you.

Everything was swirling around in his mind. And those thoughts were driving him crazy. He couldn't think straight anymore.

He trusted you totally. He didn't recognize himself as this jealous person.

And a part of him knew he was sabotaging himself, during this discussion. He knew he was going too far, but couldn’t stop.

He still couldn't formulate in his mind why he was doing it. He knew he was being unfair to you. He let himself be overwhelmed by his emotions while you were always patient with him.

He watched you leave his house and slam the door. And instead of catching up to you like he wanted to, hug you and tell you that he loved you, he just stood in the dining room, hating himself for hurting you.

Part 5

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kitixie · 8 months

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Little Girl Gone (pt 6)

word count: 2k

information: y'all, i am so sorry this took so long, i've been in a slump and clinicals just started so i've also been super busy. but i promise i am going to finish this!

warnings: smut. dirty, filthy, nasty smut. seriously, its like 3 pages of smut with some dialogue, but i won't apologize for it 🙃

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Tommy’s POV

It had been a week. It had been a fucking week since I had last seen Y/N, since I had tasted her lips on her kitchen counter and gathered the strength to pull away. Dealing with business and family had made this week drag on like months, leaving a hole in my chest that grew everyday I wasn’t around her. I had been so close to having her, her body and mind were almost mine, and then I remembered that stupid, pointless meeting in Camden, and I pulled away like an idiot. I was needed at the meeting, but still; I needed her more.

Everytime that my mind has dared to go back to that night, it always ends the same. Me in a bathroom or closet or any other private place, jerking my cock like a madman. I couldn’t stand it any longer, I needed to have her. I knew I wouldn’t be able to see her for a while, and that only made it worse. It only made me treasure the memories more.

“Thomas,” Polly croaked, I could still see the tear stains on her face from earlier.

Business had not gone well, ending with Arthur and John being arrested, and Michael getting his ass handed to him in the process. Polly had been crying and screaming the entire time, along with Ada, who is ever the dramatic. Ada has now resumed her vow of silence against me, at least until I get our brothers free, and Polly won’t stop fucking crying, tears coming out between her hands as she covers her face. I understand her upset, I really do, but it isn’t my fault that her son manages to get beat to a pulp everytime we go out, and she knows it.

“Yes, Pol?” I finally answer, the solemn look not leaving my face.

“What are you going to do? Ya have to get your brothers, the longer their in there the more pissed they’ll be,” she breathes, “I can take care of Michael, but you’ve got to handle things with the prison.”

Finally recognizing some of the life that comes back to her eyes, I sit for a moment. It’s not a problem to get Arthur and John out, I pull people from the jail all the time. I’m just not sure what to do with them once they’re out. They’ll be angry, looking for revenge, and I’ve got a sweet girl waiting on me that overpowers all thoughts of payback. Everyone will get what's coming for them, we are the Shelbys after all, but I want to come first. Preferably all over Y/N.

Another week gone by, and still I haven’t gotten to see her. The hole is now a gaping wound, and my cock is sore from how much my hand has been on it.

I was right, Arthur and John drug me straight back to Camden Town after they got out, and it’s taken all week to stalk and plan out our retribution. We got it, but at what cost? I still haven’t been around to see Y/N. I know she's been at the house, Pol called and told me that she asked her over and watch Finn while she tended to Michael. Hearing that made my heart swell the most it has in a long time, just knowing she cared enough to do something as simple as watch my kid brother. I am so far gone for her, and I don’t even think she realizes that she holds the most powerful man in Birmingham at her fingertips.

The three of us eventually arrive back to Watery Lane, and I immediately notice that Y/N’s umbrella is propped by the door. The adrenaline begins to rush through my veins, waking up all of the feelings that I just got to lie down this past week. All that lust and longing comes flooding back into me, all from an umbrella by the door. I enter the house first, and hear the sounds of laughter coming from the seating room. I peek around the door frame to see Finn and Y/N, locked in some sword battle, using sticks as their weapons. They slash at each other, Y/N obviously holding back given that she has almost two feet in height on the kid, but still it’s one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen.

I, Tommy Shelby, just found something adorable. Something is truly wrong with me.

I ultimately decide not to disturb them and continue walking to my room. It’s only when I get to my room however, that I notice the tent that has formed in my pants. Fuck, I can’t even see her without getting aroused. I hear John and Arthur speaking to them downstairs, and figure that they’ll keep them busy long enough for me to handle my issue. I carefully shut my door, and lie down on my bed. Loosening my pants, I free my cock from its confines. The skin is red from straining against my clothes, but it only adds to the tenderness as I stroke myself. I imagine it being her hands, dragging up and down my length, toying with the sensitive head. I run my thumb over it, letting the pain from being so hard morph into the pleasure I’m imagining in my head. I picture her mouth, those soft, pink lips wrapping around me, licking and kissing all over my skin until she finally makes her way down. She’d start slow, testing the waters to see how she could handle me, until finally sinking all the way down, my cock touching the back of her throat. The same throat that makes all those mouthy remarks, and keeps all those secrets of what she wishes I’d do to her. I even go so far as to imagine her own fantasies, picturing her getting off to the thought of my hands on her, just like I’m doing now. The soft moans that would spill out of her mouth, falling hard in the silence of her apartment. The way her fingers dive and retreat in and out of that pussy; I know it’s tight, it has to be. That leads me to my next train of thought. The warm center between her legs, that would be dripping in arousal by the time I got around to it. She’d be so wet that it would go down her thighs, it’d be enough for me to drink. I let out a small moan, the feeling of my hand and the delusions in my head becoming too powerful. I can almost feel the softness of her lower lips, as they part to let me in. The filthy sounds she would make as I drove into her, first from on top of her, then once she got adjusted to my size, the way I would take her from the back.

The motion of my hand stops as soon as I hear a glass shatter, and I peel open my closed eyes to find Y/N, standing at my door, face flush, with a shattered glass and pool of water around her feet. Her eyes do not meet mine, and I realize that they’re dialed in on my cock, with my hand still wrapped around it.

“Tommy, I-I am so sorry, I had no idea-”

I don’t let her finish before I’m on my feet. I step over the glass, scooping her up in my arms before placing her inside my room so that she doesn’t step on the glass. I close the door behind her, somewhat aware that my hard on is still out on full display.

“How long have you been watching me, bad girl?” I say, bringing the same hand that was on my cock seconds ago up to her cheek. Her skin feels better than mine ever could.

“Not long, I swear it Tommy,” she rasps, trying to keep her eyes on my face.

“Did you hear me moan? That was for you, Love. You were what I was imaging,” I breathe, tipping my head towards hers.

“No-”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

“Yes, I heard you Tommy. It was a beautiful sound.” She finally admits, leaning into my touch and resting her forehead against mine.

I smile at her, and go back to sit on my bed. When she doesn’t follow, I make the decision then and there. She can watch.

I begin stroking my cock again, this time keeping my eyes on her. I can see that she’s a little confused, but more aroused than anything. I spot that blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, and onto her chest. I can see how heavily she’s breathing, her eyes darting between my face and my hand. I let out another moan as I see her hand go up to her breast, palming herself through the fabric of her shirt. She’s as needy as I am, she just won’t admit it.

I keep my pace, speeding up my hand to keep time with her breathing. The rise and fall of her breast picks up enough that I can feel my end coming near. She’s still watching, waiting to see me finish. I’ve never had an audience before, but I like that she’s the one seeing me. I give my length one last pull, and cum erupts, landing all over my stomach. I keep my hand moving until the last drop comes out, dribbling down my thumb.

“Come here, Y/N.” I say, motioning her with my finger.

She approaches me, staring at the mess I’ve made at myself, all at the sight of her.

“Yes, Tommy?” She questions, that sweet voice dripping in feigned innocence.

“Open your mouth.” I demand.

She does as she is told, and I stick my thumb into her waiting mouth.

“Clean it.” I poke her tongue with my digit, and she closes her mouth around it.

She swirls her tongue around my thumb, lightly sucking at the calloused skin of my hand. She is very thorough, but if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to take her right here, with every member of my family in this house. She pulls away, letting my thumb go from her mouth with a pop. I move to sit up, heading to the bathroom to clean myself off. Before I have the chance to reach my feet, she pushes me back down, her hand gripping my shoulders.

“What are ya doing, Love?”

“I’m cleaning you up, Thomas.” Fuck, even just my name coming from her mouth is almost enough to have me hard again.

She straddles my knees, bracing her hands on either side of my hips. I just allow her, wanting whatever physical contact she’ll give to me. She lowers her head, bringing it to the bottom of my stomach. She darts her tongue out, licking up the cum that pooled at my waistline. She swallows it, and I am in awe as I watch her. She traces the erratic trail up my body, her mouth leaving warmth in its wake. My skin flushes at her touch, and I jump when she lands her mouth on the ticklish part of my side, where the liquid has started to drip down. She lets out a small laugh and keeps going. Finally, when she has licked every last bit of evidence from my torso, she moves up, the crotch of her pants sitting right on top of my once again hard cock. I don’t move, in fear of not being able to stop, but she leans down, and whispers in my ear.

“You taste delicious, Tommy.” She darts her tongue out again, letting the warm thing touch my ear before she nips at it with her teeth.

I go to grab her hips, having had enough of her teasing, but she jumps off of me, landing her feet on the floor.

“I think I heard Finn calling for me,” She says, turning towards the door where the broken glass still lies.

She steps to the mess of glass and water and looks down.

“It’s a shame about your water, Love, I’m sure you’re parched.” She smirks, stepping over the shards and sending me a wink before she closes the door.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinder fanfic #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby fic #tommy shelby #thomas shelby smut #tommy shelby smut

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mikalame · 8 months

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Heyyy could I request Tom with a reader who works for the band (books hotels, helps with set up, etc?) so shes always going on tour with them and he’s had the biggest crush on her for ages. Queue the boys making gestures and teasing him, maybe one of them accidentally tells reader that he likes her after they’ve been drinking?

Idk whether Tom would admit it or get embarrassed and pissy but I’ll leave it up to you 😭 feel free to make your own plot up if you prefer!! I have a hard time using my imagination 😬

Thx!! <3

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You had been spending the last few minutes organising the roster for the bands next tour, being deep in thought just clicking and putting the name of songs in time slots.

Once you finished wrapping up the Europe tour you were about to work on the next one when your hear heavily footsteps and giggles coming from the hallway.

Thinking it was just the band doing band stuff and mucking around before heading back onto the road you didnt think much of it just continuing your work.

Tom's pov

"Oooo, ___ in the room, you gonna go up to her and give her a big smooch on the lips" Georg teases pouting his lips, "Fuck off Georg" Tom groans he had been putting up with this teasing since yesterday when tom stuttered when talking to ___.

"Awww is little tommy embarrassed awww" Gustav cooed joining in with the teasing giggling as they stick around the corridor laughing more as tom tries to pull them away.

"What are you embarrassed about Tom" A voice comes from the room tom was dreading "Oh um nothing ___" Tom's vooice shakes, thinking this is like all conversations between the two and wanting to tease abit more bill deciceds to help his brother.

"We were just talking about a little party were going to later tonight, would you like to come" Bill smiles sweetly, Tom whipping his head to the side to look at bill with a 'what the hell' exspression, Georg and Gustav both look at eachother then bill all three of their faces grinning like madmen.

"Oh um are you sure, i would love to" You say adjusting the files in your hand, "No you should definatly come totally" The boys reasure you talking about the time they will come to your hotel door and what not.

"Why the hell would you do that huh, did you have to invite her" Tom mutters quietly as they walk away hiding his face in his hands cheeks flared red.

Even though he said it quitely the girl around the corner still heard what he said now thinking it was some kind of prank she wasnt sure if she wanted to go, exspecally if the guy she was going for didnt even want her their.

Time Skip

"I'll wait right here- or i'll just meet you at the club" tom says turning quick to walk away from the girls room that the others were pulling him closer to.

"No Tom man-up, i cant belive The Tom is acting so shy, huh, not so brave now" Georg snickers behind his hand earning a smack from bill as he knocks on the girls door.

"oi shut up- Hey ___ we're here, open up" He yells knocking some more beofre hearing the lock unlock and the door handle jimmy.

Your Pov

___ stepped out, her nereves all over the place, feeling the sweat form on her palm quickly wiping it away on the bottom of her skirt.

She hasent went out since working for Tokio Hotel even though they seem to go out everynight its mostly the boys and mabey the manager if its a special occation.

"Sorry if this isnt really club attire, had to dig this out of my suitcase" she giggles nervously adjusting the length of the skirt. "No girl you look amazing, right tom" Bill questions walking to the elevator cocking his eyebrow to his brother.

"Huh oh yeah, can we go" He answers looking away clearing his throat before walking making sure ___ was infront of him to he culd watch her as she walked as not to get caught by her.

Tom looks over to his left and sees Georg doing the fake makeout thing rubing his hands over his waist and fr a split second thrusting his hips up beofre walking back normaly.

hereing the giggles and having them walk behind her is making ___ more nervous thinking that mabey tom i even critisising her or making fun of her outfit, but she decides not to let it get to her like it normaly would she thinks of mabey finding someone to talk to during the night..... and mabey talk to tom.

At the club

After begs from the boys to talk to ___ he takes a couple of deep breaths andshaking his hands he walks up to the bar where she is standing oldering her drink trying to under stand what the man is saying over the loud club music.

After a couple minutes of trying to order a drink you think about giving up on it and getting one of the boys to do it thinking that they would be better as their used to the sort of stuff, until you hear a falillar raspy voice shout behind you.

"SHE WANTS A _____ ____" Tom yells not really knowing what else to say, the man behind the counter nods finally understanding what she wanted, walking away to go make it the two stand there awkwardly.

Tom has no idea whats going on his nerves everwhere, this being unmarked terriory for him even though he is usally the best at this sorta stuff.

And ___ freaking out because he crush is right their standing next to her, even though she seems him everyday its diffrent its not in the professional way this is more of a 'hang out' way, panicing from the situation she trys to find a way out.

"OMG TOM I LOVE YOU" a girls voice screeches over the music, the two look over and tom gets pulled into the crowd of people a girl with blond hair and short dress rubs her hands up and down his arms complimenting him on everthing.

With that distraction she grabs her drink and speed walks over to the table where the rest of the band is sitting all straight backs and seeming to look for someone until they see you they slouch back trying to look non suspitious and justcausslaly sipping from their cups.

After sitrting down a weird mood washed over the group, ___ already nerous about they whole thing start really sweating quickly adjusting her jacketr to make sure they dont see her sweating to badly even though they could probably see the sweat on her forehead.

Bill even though they had only been here for a couple hours is blackout drunk and swaying in his seat blabbering about what ever pops into is mind lifting the mood a bit until he siad somthing he wasnt supposed to.

"So wheres tom huh" cocking his eyebrow again looking at the girl, "Oh last i saw him he was getting felt up by some girl" looking back down at her drink quitely sipping it.

"He probably wished it was you" Bill says slapping his hand over his mouth shook about what he said, the rest of the group looking at him wide eyed and jaws dropped exspecaly the girl who is shocked by what he boy just said.

With the air still heavily from what was just said and bill being to scared to say anything else the group is quite until a sertin dread head comes tumbling into the table.

"Omg, i could NOT get away from them damn" he huffs wiping the 'dust' off of himself beofre looking back at the group whos eyes quickly look down or at eachother.

Looking at bill with a questioning look wondering what happened bill spills.

"I told her"

Tom knowing what that meant whipped his head over at the girl who's eyes that were previously on him now looking everywhere but him, then looking at the G's who do the same as the girl.

Tom stands up shaking the table a bit, leans over grabbing the girls arm before dragging her with him outside to talk without the music blaringing into their ears.

"So um- you know-" "I like you" she blurts out the alchol kicking in now knowing why they call it liquid courge "You do" he repets making sure he did hear that and tht he was correct "Yeah, um from what bill said it kinda sounds like you like me to?" she questions slowly sobering up by the second now wanting to get out of there.

Tom's breathing gets heavy as he contemplates if he is actually going to do this. He is.

"Yeah i do- um ive liked you for a couple of months now" tom swallows the saliva that is coating his mouth right now, clenching his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.

The air between the too is quite and still seeming like all other noise around them is silent even though the club is still blaring their music and people filling the club walking in and out.

Locking eyes with eachother both of their eyes flick between the others lips then back to their eyes being enough to signal what they both want before lock their lips with eachothers.

Holding her breath in her lungs scared that if she breathes to heavy this all might dissapear and she will wake up from the dream come true, she deepens the kiss to really make sure it happening and once truly convincing herself it is they both pull back catching the breath she didnt know she needed.

A airy breath comes from tom whos cheeks are flushed and hand rubbing the back of his neck beofre his face changes to an annoyed eyerolll.

Thinking somthing bad is behind them she turns seeing bill lauging gustav looking super happy running up to tease tom more upclose and Georg doing the fake make out thing again bfore turning back embarrased when he sees hes been caught.

SORRY IDK HOW TO END IT, hope you all enjoy and like.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz imagines

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cinnamongorll · 3 months

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a fragile line - chapter 25

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Series synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

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I really love this chapter <3

Chapter 25

Juliet's POV:

“C’mon,” Joel murmured. The sound of his deep voice rushed over her, sending a chill up her spine. The hand that curled around Juliet’s upper arm eased and slid from her, yet she could still feel the heat from his rough fingers staining her skin.

Juliet blinked and her head dipped in a slow nod, still caught in the surprise of his sudden presence outside the door. Joel watched her for another few seconds before he scratched his neck and turned, walking back to the waiting area. Juliet followed close behind, curling her fingers around the sleeves of her jacket.

“All good?” Tommy asked as they entered the room. He stood beside the fire and the glow from the flames illuminated the rich brown of his hair and painted his cheeks in a soft red. Juliet was startled by the similarities in the brothers’ features, despite their difference in age. But Tommy’s mouth wasn’t quite twisted into the same permanent snarl and his eyes didn’t house the same cold cynicism. Juliet wondered what had forced them apart for so long.

After a moment, Juliet realised that the eyes of the three men were turned on her, awaiting a response. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “All good,” Juliet confirmed with a quiet voice, not daring to risk a glance at Joel.

From his position leaning against the back wall, Ethan scanned her up and down with a detached expression. She gave him a small smile in return of his concerned gaze and the dread in her stomach eased slightly when his lips curled to match. He was handling this well: leaving home and now entering an entirely new community.

“Y’all hungry?” Tommy asked in a slightly awkward but cheerful tone as he rubbed his hands together over the fire, pulling Juliet’s focus away from Ethan.

Beside her, Joel nodded, uttering a “sure” under his breath before his eyes darted to Juliet.

Juliet’s stomach rumbled at the thought and she stepped forward, heading towards her backpack on the chair, but before her hand could enclose around the strap, a larger hand gripped the rough material and pulled it away from her. Juliet stood with her hand outstretched and her body frozen. Her head slowly tilted upwards to see the back of Joel’s head as he walked towards the, now open, door with her backpack slung over his shoulder along with his own, following after Tommy and Ethan.

What?

Juliet shook herself from her stunned pose and sped after Joel, stumbling outside into the bitter air and unconsciously pulling the jacket he gifted her more tightly around herself. “Joel,” she breathed as she caught up to him, tugging on his arm. Juliet had no shame about touching Joel now, not after everything they’d been through, not after everything they’d done.

Though his touch still burned, it was a welcome fire, one that Juliet had started herself.

When Joel turned, his face was already pinched into his usual furrowed brow and clenched jaw, as though he had expected her frantic reaction and had prepared himself accordingly. But he didn’t say anything, he just looked down at her with that same scrutinising gaze that made Juliet’s mouth dry.

She licked her lips, attempting to bolden herself for a confrontation, then she straightened her back and held her hand out, with the palm facing upwards. “My bag?” she requested in a firm, even tone.

Joel’s eyebrows rose.

“No,” he responded with the hint of a smirk lingering around his mouth, then attempted to turn, ready to continue after Tommy and Ethan.

But Juliet was too quick.

“No?” she hissed, as her grip on his arm tightened, forcing Joel to face her again. “What do you mean ‘no’?” Juliet demanded.

“I mean,” Joel began before his eyes darted to her hand clenched around his arm and his mouth gaped in response. “I mean that you’re not gettin’ it back,” he announced, then shrugged off her grip and walked away with his usual rigorous stride and a shake of his head.

Dumfounded, Juliet continued after him. “I appreciate the chivalry,” Juliet said, breathless as she struggled to keep up. “But I can carry my own bag,” she insisted with a dark edge to her tone.

“I know you can,” Joel grumbled beside her, continuing to face forward, not making eye contact.

After releasing an embarrassingly aggravated sound, Juliet’s steps finally slowed, falling behind the men. Was this another part of Joel’s unearthed protectiveness? Carrying her bag for her?She knew that Joel was older than her, but this idea of chivalry was ancient. First, giving her his jacket… and now this?

For a moment, standing there on Jackson’s main street, watching as Joel, Tommy and Ethan continued on ahead, Juliet felt a wave of annoyance wash over her. She didn’t want to be weak, she didn’t want to be injured, she didn’t want to be the kind of person who needed her bag carried for her. Her fingers curled into her palms, and her broken nails pressed against the reminder of every other time she had ever felt powerless.

Joel’s assumption of her fragility had ruptured that anxiety.

But, Juliet began to ask herself: had he taken her bag, or given her his jacket, because he believed she was fragile? Or, had he done those things out of a care for her that went beyond their current companionship? Was this Joel’s true personality shining through, now that they were behind the protection of Jackson’s fence, where outward threats were limited?

Joel was never a man of words; his actions always said what he could not.

As Juliet began walking again, strengthening her shaky stride to match the legs of the man she knew had actively slowed down for her, she allowed that flash of annoyance to fade away into a comforting warmth in the pit of her stomach. She watched as Joel tightened the strap of her backpack on his shoulder and, as Juliet pulled his jacket closer to fight off the bitter chill, she felt only a warm blush approach her cheeks and a feeling within herself that the man beside her felt something for her, far beyond what his grunts and glares could ever truly articulate.

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“There’s more if you need it,” Maria said quietly, as her gaze locked onto the men in front of her who ate with the rigour of starving dogs.

Juliet mirrored Maria in her quiet shock as her head turned to the side to watch Joel enjoy his first proper meal in months.

But she didn’t join him.

Juliet’s food sat uneaten on the checked table cloth in front of her. It was warm, so warm that steam arose from it. And her stomach rumbled at the sight, clenching so hard that it pained her. Yet she could not bring herself to actually bring her fork to her mouth, instead, she swirled it around her plate, shifting food from one side to the other.

Worse than the pang of hunger was the guilt that wrapped tight around Juliet’s chest as the food on her plate remained uneaten. How many people would literally kill for this meal? In fact, only days ago, Juliet probably would have killed for this meal. So why couldn’t she eat it?

“Thank you, ma’am,” Joel murmured between bites of food, nodding politely at Maria who continued to watch him with stunned intensity. She smiled back, but it was tight and forced, then her eyes darted to Tommy who sat at the head of the table with his hands folded under his chin.

‘Ma’am’? Who was this man? Was this a glimpse of Joel Miller before the outbreak: chivalrous and polite?

“We can get you somethin’ else, Juliet,” Tommy offered, gesturing to her untouched plate of food. Juliet startled, tightening her grip on her fork as she forced her gaze to meet Tommy’s. Behind him, tables of people sat with smiles on their faces, enjoying their food between laughs. Lights hung from the exposed wooden beams above, shimmering every member of the community centre in a warm, twinkling glow as the light of the day faded outside.

Juliet’s chest felt tight and, instead of answering Tommy, she closed her eyes for a brief second, desperate to clear her cloudy mind. Her eyelids shut… and she wasn’t in Jackson anymore.

Juliet was back in her father’s community, sat at the top table as he addressed his loyal followers. As always, her father towered over her, making his presence known as his stare fell on Juliet’s cowering figure. She kept her head tilted down, not daring to meet his eyes as he continued to demonstrate his power in the community. Her meagre bowl of food waited for her father to find the members of his community worthy of eating it. Juliet prayed her stomach wouldn’t scream in protest. That would earn a slap. Her stomach didn’t tell her when it was time to eat, her father did. But she hadn’t eaten in days and, as the smell of the meat approached her nose again, her stomach rumbled. Juliet’s fingers trembled as she waited for the blaze of pain across her cheek -

A large, warm hand gripped her thigh, pulling Juliet from her memories.

Her eyes shot open, darting to the man who sat beside her. Joel’s eyes focused entirely on her face, as his meal lay forgotten on the table. Joel’s expression wasn’t guarded, it was wide open, displaying only a fierce concern for the woman beside him and a dark rage at whatever had pulled her focus away. Juliet’s gaze moved from his face, to his rigid shoulders, and all the way down his arm to the fingers that were now wrapped around her thigh.

Her mouth fell open and Joel’s stare dropped to her parted lips as his jaw shifted. His hand lay heavy on her thigh, pushing down to make his presence known.

Juliet thought that she was getting used to Joel’s touch. But she was wrong. Because, in this moment, as his fingers curled tighter around her thigh, every nerve in Juliet’s body came alive. Her heartbeat picked up and her leg began to tremble under his touch.

Then she remembered where she was, and who she was with. Juliet pulled her focus from the deep concern swimming in Joel’s dark eyes. Embarrassment flooded her. Juliet was desperate to apologise, to say anything to explain her strange silence. But nothing would come out. So many faces stared back at her, and this building looked so much like her father’s. Juliet slowly placed her fork back on the table in the practised, silent way she had learned all those years ago, and readied herself to push away from the table, to escape.

Until Ethan’s words cut through her panic…

“He’s not here... you’re safe,” he said softly from across the tables, barely audible amid the chatter that filled the hall.

Juliet froze, her hands paused, hovering over the tablecloth before returning to her lap. Joel’s hand hadn’t moved and her fingers rested over his. He stilled beside her, then his palm shifted, flipping around to enlace Juliet’s fingers with his own. Juliet’s eyes shot to his face but his expression hadn’t changed, there was no hint that he felt the same electricity as she did.

As she began to process Ethan’s words and Joel’s unexpected touch, Juliet felt the terror in her chest start to slow to a steady dread.

“I know. I’m sorry,” she whispered, blinking up at Tommy and Maria who looked back with such understanding on their faces that Juliet wanted to crawl under the table and wither in her shame.

“Don’t apologise,” Maria urgered in a gentle voice before her eyes fell to Joel’s arm which clearly met Juliet’s under the table. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight, but then she swallowed, caught Tommy’s surprised gaze with her own, then turned back to Juliet.

“Sometimes a warm meal is a shock to the system after being out there,” she assured Juliet. “Some of our residents lived on raw vegetables for their first couple months here,” Maria said with a laugh, then her face turned serious and she waited until Juliet’s eyes met her own. “You take it a day at a time.”

Juliet nodded instantly, encouraged by Maria’s confident words. But it was the warm touch of Joel’s hand under the table that allowed her to take a deep breath and tuck that memory of her father back within the rotten part of her mind.

Beside her, Joel cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. Before now, Juliet hadn’t noticed the look of irritation on his face, and as she looked around the table she realised that it was directed at Maria. The town’s leader returned his scowl with one of her own.

Tommy looked between the two of them and cleared his throat. “I think maybe y’all - “

“Ma’am,” Joel interrupted his brother, still staring at Maria. This time, the ‘ma’am’ no longer sounded genuine, it was laced with bitter sarcasm.

“We’re grateful for your hospitality and all,” he continued then turned his pointed stare to face Ethan as well. Joel waited until Ethan raised his head before continuing. “But it’d be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family,” Joel finished, gesturing towards his brother with a tilt of his head.

Now, this was the Joel that Juliet knew.

Ethan looked from Joel to Juliet and then down to where their arms met under the table. He shifted, dropping his fork to the table with a clatter and leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. Clearly, Ethan wasn’t moving for anything.

Juliet’s mouth dropped open again and her eyes darted between every person at the table in shock. Joel was never one to soften his commands.

But this wasn’t his territory.

“Well,” Tommy murmured as he rubbed a hand over his mouth in a gesture so similar to Joel’s. Everyone turned to look at him, and Juliet felt Joel’s grip tighten on her hand. She hadn’t realised until now that Joel hadn’t tried to kick her from the table…

“Maria isfamily, actually,” his brother continued in a firm voice, shifting his gaze from Joel to Maria, then he reached his hand over the tablecloth to grip his wife’s.

Juliet almost choked. Not just from surprise, but also from Joel's vice-like grip. Juliet shifted, removing her hand from his and sliding it over to his thigh, where she spread her fingers over the worn material of his dark jeans and rubbed the space above his knee in soothing circles, desperately trying to distract Joel from his anger.

He shifted, unconsciously moving closer to her so that their legs pressed against each other. Joel’s face gave no hint that her gesture had worked. His anger simmered around him.

“Congratulations,” Ethan coughed out.

Maria gave him an awkward smile and let go of Tommy’s hand.

“How ‘bout a tour?”

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Jackson was incredible.

It was all that Juliet could think as Tommy and Maria led them around their town.

Joel kept his distance, choosing to hang back with Tommy in quiet conversation. Juliet felt the chill of his absence like losing the warmth of a bed on a cold morning. But she didn’t turn around, she didn’t reach for him. This wasn’t about her. Juliet and Ethan were lucky to be standing where they were. They had no ties to this place, no reason to be allowed to stay.

“Well, I’m sure y’all would like a shower, some new clothes,” Maria’s voice broke the silence. They all stood in the town’s stables, admiring the horses. Maria had explained that they were used for patrol, where anybody willing and able could pair with another resident and patrol the outskirts of Jackson on a rota. Ethan had avoided eye contact after hearing about that. She had seen his face earlier, when they were in the clinic. There was almost a childlike wonder in his eyes as he inspected the various medical supplies. Ethan was well trained for many years by his father. Maybe there would be a future for him here with that skill set… but what did Juliet have to offer?

She swallowed down her self-doubt and turned her head around to Maria, patting the horse goodbye. “That’d be amazing,” Juliet responded with her latest attempt at a smile. She couldn’t help but feel a sort of giddiness at the idea of a shower. She hadn’t felt clean in months, and hadn’t showered since that night at Bill and Frank’s.

“We’ve only got two houses available just now, we’re workin’ on building some more,” Tommy explained as he leaned against the entrance to the barn, crossing his hands over his chest. Joel stood beside him, lingering in the doorway. Ethan was beside her, patting the horse they admired together.

“We can put Juliet and Ethan in the empty house across the street from us. Joel can go in the one next door to it,” Tommy announced with a sharp glance towards his brother.

Juliet felt her stomach drop. Live… with Ethan? They still hadn’t talked things through. Juliet was afraid of what this would mean for him, what wrong ideas he might get…

“They’re decent,” Tommy added after seeing the look on Joel’s face. Juliet was scared to meet his eyes. He had rested his hand on the wood of the entryway and Juliet was surprised it hadn’t cracked with the weight of his grip.

His mood had darkened as they toured the town. His words were more cutting and his scowls were more frightening. Juliet didn’t know if it was his brother or the town that had soured his mood, but she was afraid to ask.

“Pretty much untouched since ‘03, but they’ve got the heat goin’ in them,” Tommy continued, focusing entirely on Juliet and Ethan now, having decided that Joel was best left alone at his moment.

Juliet’s heart quickened at the news that she would not only be getting a shower, but a hot one.

“Well, I’ll take Juliet and Ethan over there now if you two wanna catch up?” Maria suggested as she shared a knowing look with Tommy. He winced in response.

As everyone around them began to shift, Joel finally looked over at Juliet. His stare drifted from her head all the way down to her ruined boots, then slowly made its way back up to her face. Juliet shifted under his gaze, pressing her fingers against her jeans to still their tremble.

Then he nodded, swift and sudden, and turned, storming away from the barn.

A breath of relief and confusion released from Juliet and she turned to Maria, smiling tightly and pretending that Joel’s attention had no effect on her.

With the look on Maria’s face, Juliet knew she wasn’t convinced.

In fact, as Juliet watched the woman for a moment longer, she realised that she was worried.

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Juliet’s shower was a little more difficult than she had anticipated.

Maria showed them to their new house and pointed out all the bedrooms and bathrooms. Juliet’s worries had eased when she realised that there was more than one bedroom. She picked out one at the front of the house, where the window faced the street below. Maria had pointed out her own house just across the street, and Juliet admired the upkeep required to retain the beautiful blue panelling.

After ushering Juliet and Ethan upstairs to shower, Maria announced that she would go get them new clothes. So, Juliet found her way to her new en suite and stripped off the clothes that had practically plastered themselves to her skin.

She was ready to step under the steaming rush of water before she remembered the large bandage wrapped around her middle. With an annoyed groan, Juliet positioned herself to stick her head under the showerhead to wash the grease and grime from her hair, and she had to settle with a sponge bath for the rest. Charlotte had done such an excellent job cleaning and wrapping her burn, she didn’t want to risk messing it up.

When she exited the bathroom, she found a plush grey robe on the bed, along with a hairbrush and a towel for her hair. Juliet’s eyes burned at the sight.

She had barely tied the rope on her robe before she heard a quiet knock. Surprised, Juliet walked to the door with anxious steps, fearful of having a conversation she hadn’t prepared herself for.

Her worries dissolved when she saw Maria on the other side.

“Can I come in?” the woman asked, smiling when she noticed that Juliet wore her new robe. It was such a simple request, but Juliet felt overwhelmed.

This was her room now, and she had the power to grant entry. It was an incredible luxury to have a space she could truly call her own. It was what she missed most about Boston QZ.

She nodded and Maria walked through the door with a pile of clothes in her hands. When she reached the bed, Maria spread the items across the space. There were new flannels, jeans, tank tops and pyjamas. Then, from under her arm she pulled a pair of new boots, dropping them on the floor beside the bed.

Juliet felt faint and stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed. “These aren’t all for me, are they?” she asked as her eyes bounced between Maria and the clothes.

Maria laughed and nodded, crossing her arms over her chest as she stepped back from the bed. “It’s all yours. Just traded for it,” she confirmed.

Juliet stilled. “I don’t have anything to give in return,” she explained, already making a mental list of the items left in her backpack.

Maria shook her head. “It’s not necessary. We’ll assign you a job soon and you can begin contributing to the community that way.”

“So, we can stay?” Juliet asked hesitantly, after a pause.

“This can be a home for you, if you’d like it to be,” Maria vowed.

Juliet just nodded and her gaze strayed to the window. Even from the second floor, Juliet hoped to catch sight of Joel’s return. It felt wrong to be apart. It was strange not to feel his sullen presence lingering behind her.

“Thank you,” she said firmly, with genuine gratitude when her eyes returned to Maria.

But the town’s leader no longer wore an expression of open kindness. She looked at Juliet with apprehension, with worry.

“Listen, Juliet,” she began, stepping closer to the bed. “We need to talk about Joel,” Maria continued, raising her eyebrows as she looked down at Juliet.

Juliet stilled, straightening her spine and bracing herself. It was strange how quickly her body reverted back into defence mode. It was almost as though that was its natural state.

“Look, I’m not gonna ask you what you’re doing with him,” Maria affirmed and as the words left her mouth, Juliet realised what this was: she was trying to warn her, to pass unwanted judgement on Joel, and Juliet’s connection to him.

Juliet curled her hand into a loose fist and looked directly into Maria’s eyes, annoyance bubbling within her. “Good,” she replied coldly.

Maria wasn’t surprised by Juliet’s frigid response and she continued as if she hadn’t heard her. “But there are clearly things you don’t know about Joel,” Maria taunted with an air of superiority.

Juliet’s eyebrows instantly pinched together.

“What? Is this about his past? How he used to kill people? I know about that,” Juliet attested, suddenly launching to her feet to make her point clear. She felt incredibly defensive of Joel. Mostly because whatever terrible things he had done, Juliet had done too. They were the same. Juliet knew a raider when she saw one. And she also knew the kind of man Joel was, and he didn’t deserve this judgement.

“So you understand my concern,” Maria urged, trying to level with her.

Juliet wasn’t about to reassure Maria that Joel didn’t kill people anymore or that it was all in his past. Because that would be a lie. Joel killed people to survive. Killing was currency in this world. It was all Juliet knew after setting out on her own.

Joel was dangerous, but she liked that about him. Because she was dangerous too.

Juliet stepped closer to Maria. “Your concern is unnecessary, Joel isn’t going to kill anyone here,” she ground out slowly as her head tilted to the side, watching the flicker of several emotions pass across Maria’s face.

“Maybe not here, but he has killed people before. Innocent people,” Maria declared, standing taller.

Juliet’s expression didn’t change. This wasn’t news to her. On the tip of her tongue lay the need to tell Maria that she’d killed innocents too, that she did what she had to do to survive and that she wouldn’t apologise for it.

Maybe some part of her was once ashamed of her actions, but survival is a very intense motivator to do terrible things, and not feel particularly bad about them.

But she wouldn’t say any of that.

Juliet respected Maria. She probably wouldn’t admit it in this particular moment but Juliet admired Maria, looked up to her even. And she wanted to stay here. She wanted to make Jackson a home. Juliet knew that her own survival instinct was hanging by a thread. If she was sent back out behind the fence, Juliet wouldn’t fight against the first person to try and kill her.

So, Juliet closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, and as the air left her lungs, so did her anger.

“I understand that Joel has done things that you don’t approve of. He can’t change that, he can’t take back what he’s done. But I know how much Joel loves his brother, I saw it on his face everyday as he fought his way back to him,” Juliet said, then paused, ensuring that she had Maria’s full attention before continuing. “Give him a chance to prove himself,” Juliet pleaded.

Maria looked away, her shoulders dropped and she ran a hand over her forehead. “I don’t trust him, and neither should you,” she warned when her stare returned to Juliet.

Before Juliet could respond, Maria raised her hand, blocking any protest. “He can stay. I’m not gonna turn away my husband’s brother,” she said with a tone that told her she had definitely thought about it. “But I came to warn you. Joel is not a good man,” Maria added softly.

Juliet’s fists tightened, but she kept her face emotionless. She just wanted Maria to leave before she would say something she’d regret.

“You’re young. Be careful who you trust,” the town’s leader cautioned.

Juliet’s fists ached with the force it took to keep her words of spite at bay.

“Thank you, Maria. For the clothes. But I’d like some time alone now, it’s been a long day,” Juliet said slowly, with malice hiding beneath her words.

Maria expected this response. Juliet could see it in the sad smile she gave her. Then, she nodded and, with one last concerned look, she left.

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Juliet took the time to brush every tangle out of her, still damp, hair before braiding it down her back and tying it with a makeshift hair tie she had found in the bedside cabinet.

After she changed, she delicately folded every piece of gifted clothing and placed them in the closet beside the door to the bathroom. With every passing minute, Juliet felt Maria’s words weigh on her soul.

Maybe she shouldn’t be here either. When she was with Blake, there came a time when she didn’t just kill when he commanded her to… she killed because she wanted to do it, because she enjoyed it. If Maria knew that, would she have ordered her away?

Juliet had always been surrounded by pain and suffering: either it was inflicted upon her or she inflicted it upon others. It had defined her for as long as she could remember.

Even during those three years in the Boston QZ, she still dealt in corpses.

And it would continue to define her if she didn’t find something worth living for, something to help her keep going…

There was only one person who looked back at her with eyes that echoed the same horror, and a body which housed the same rotten soul.

But she couldn’t have him.

Twin flames were dangerous, lethal.

Juliet released a frustrated groan, covered her face in her hands and dropped onto the bed. She pressed her fingers into her closed eyes and pushed her face into the soft duvet, welcoming the distraction that came from her loss of oxygen.

Joel had dug his way into her heart, carving away at every defence she had built around it. If she let him in fully, would she remain unscathed or would he consume her so thoroughly that the fragile shards of her heart would forever belong to him? The clash of their identical, dark, twisted souls would be deadly.

This only made Juliet want him more.

Dizziness washed over her, fast and sudden. But Juliet didn’t come up for air. Something was floating in the dark corners of her mind, she just had to grab it…

‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same…’

Juliet gasped, finally lifting her head from the mattress and gulping the air in greedy mouthfuls. She finally knew why Joel didn’t frighten her, why she craved his darkness. Because the idea of him had always existed within her. As a child, Wuthering Heightshad captured her naive, damaged mind, forming ideas of twin flames and mirrored souls. Two people so thoroughly ghastly that they could only ever burn together and damn the consequences.

Damn the consequences … That's what Juliet had to do.

Juliet’s desire for Joel went beyond the physical, she wanted every part of him. She didn’t care what he’d done, how old he was, or even the fact that he had killed her own father. Juliet knew what blood stained his hands… and she was ready to admit that she liked it.

Juliet’s gaze dropped to her legs and imagined Joel’s hand latched upon her thigh again, the veins in his hand bulging as he gripped her tighter.

Then she imagined his hand shifting upwards, grazing the inside of her thigh as he roamed further and further…

Juliet gasped, pressing her legs together. Her heartbeat had quickened and she dropped back down to the bed, blinking away the images in her mind.

Then she turned, glancing up at the window. Maybe he was back?She thought, desperately. She had to tell Joel how she felt.

Juliet stumbled off the bed and darted to the door handle, feeling incredibly bold. Every lingering look and ignored touch came to the forefront of her mind. She wanted Joel, and he wanted her. It was too late to deny it.

Juliet sped down the creaking stairs, hearing her heartbeat pulsing in her ears. Then she headed for the front door, praying with everything she had that Joel was in the house next to her, so that she didn’t have to wait for him and risk her nerve disappearing -

“Where are you going?” a confused voice cut through Juliet’s racing thoughts.

She paused, breathless, and turned to see Ethan’s dark figure approach from the living room with only a small lamp in the corner to light his way.

“Ethan,” she breathed. “I was just going out for some air.”

Ethan raised his eyebrows. “We need to talk,” he announced.

Juliet stiffened and her eyes darted to the front door, all she had to do was open it and Joel would be within her reach.

But she couldn’t. Because Ethan was right, they were overdue for a conversation. Juliet had to apologise. She had said terrible things to him, things he didn’t deserve…

“Yeah,” she confirmed, distracted as she ran her hand over her forehead. “Yeah, we do.”

Ethan titled his head back, gesturing towards the gloomy living room before he turned and moved to sit on the leather couch facing the window. Juliet walked behind him slowly, stopping to turn on another lamp before she found her way to the couch opposite him.

“Ethan, I -” Juliet began, ready to swallow her pride. But she was interrupted by the sight of Ethan’s hand, pausing her words.

“Don’t, I - I’ve thought a lot about what I want to say to you,” he explained, then reached up a hand to rub against his neck. Juliet remembered this nervous gesture, and she almost smiled at the familiar sight.

Juliet nodded and settled into the couch, watching him with a curious look.

“I’m so sorry, Juliet,” Ethan began, and Juliet swore her heart stopped for a second, “for what I said to you in the forest. I was angry.” He paused, then looked up at her sheepishly. “And jealous.”

Juliet swallowed and shifted.

“You didn’t deserve that. I think a part of me, an ugly part of me, felt like you owed me or something for what Elijah did to me while you were away.” Ethan cleared his throat, and his eyes shot to the ceiling. “I didn’t want to admit it, but your father’s words might have gotten to me afterall. You know, every day he’d try to convince me that you were evil, that you had damned me and that I should resent you for leaving. And maybe I eventually did… I was in that barn and, in my mind, you were off seeing the world,” he stopped, coughing out an emotionless laugh. “So stupid,” he continued with a shake of his head.

Juliet hadn’t realised that her eyes had filled with tears until they began to drip onto her clenched hands resting on her lap.

“Ethan,” she whispered.

“No,” he said quickly. “Just, ah - let me finish.”

Juliet wiped her tears with the back of her hand, then looked back up at him.

“It hadn’t occurred to me that I was sending you out into another nightmare that day. I thought I was saving you,” he reflected with a sad smile. “I had no idea what the world was like, what you had to go through.”

“So, I’m sorry Juliet. God, I’m so sorry that you had to come back and for making you feel like you owed it to me,” Ethan’s voice cracked on the last few words, sending more tears pouring from Juliet’s eyes.

Juliet was stunned, and she felt as though her chest had been cracked open with the sincerity of his words. She watched him for a moment, trying to clear her mind enough to articulate her response properly, when Ethan suddenly shuffled forward in his seat, reached into his pocket and pulled out an item so familiar that Juliet could recognise it by touch alone.

He reached across the space between them, his knife held between his fingers. The rose carving was still visible in the low lighting and Juliet’s chest tightened at the sight.

“I shouldn't have taken this back from you. It’s yours. It always has been. I carved that rose because it reminded me of you,” Ethan said quietly as he held her watery gaze.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out and took it from him. It slid into her hand like it belonged there, and Juliet welcomed its return.

“I -” Juliet croaked, attempting to vocalise her butchered heart but failing miserably. Ethan, in a show of his inherent goodness, smiled softly and waited for her to gather herself as tears shone in his own eyes.

“I didn’t feel like I owed it to you, Ethan. I know I said that to you in the forest, but I was wrong. I was angry too,” Juliet murmured, staring at her hands.

“I was angry at myself for being so afraid of my father, for letting him hurt me again. I never regretted coming back for you. Never,” she insisted before finding his eyes again. “I thought you’d be safe there, I thought it was only me he targeted. But I should have known that he would use you to hurt me… I should have come back for you sooner,” Juliet whispered.

She heard Ethan’s chair groan and then a weight settled beside her on the couch. Juliet blinked up at him and smiled softly as his hands enclosed over her own. Her tears continued to fall and drip onto Ethan’s hands, but he didn’t seem to mind. Ethan turned to face her and reached the back of his hand to wipe the tears that wet her cheeks.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked quietly. His green eyes were so dark, like a forest in a thunderstorm. Juliet nodded instantly, not breaking eye contact. “Do you forgive me?” she croaked, with a soft laugh.

Ethan smiled, a real smile, the first she’d seen from him in many years, and he nodded.

They sat for a few minutes, allowing their tears to dry on their faces before Ethan broke the silence.

“I love you,” he breathed. “You know that, right?” Ethan asked, tilting his face to meet Juliet’s eyes again. Juliet stilled and, for a moment, she feared the kind of response he was waiting for. But then she looked into his eyes and realised that she didn’t have to worry.

“I know,” she replied. “I love you too.”

Ethan’s head dropped and Juliet tightened her grip on his hand.

Juliet would always love Ethan, but it wasn’t romantic and maybe it never was. Sitting there in the dark living room, Ethan finally came to terms with that.

He looked at her with another watery smile. “It’s Joel, isn’t it?”

Juliet’s stomach dropped at the sound of his name. It was always a physical response whenever she thought of him.

She nodded. “I didn’t expect it, but yeah, it’s Joel,” Juliet confirmed, and felt a sudden weight lift from her shoulders.

It was strange, how casual they were discussing this, but Juliet didn’t want to ruin the moment by pointing that out. Instead, she just rubbed her thumb over the back of Ethan’s hand and basked in the honesty that flowed between the both of them.

“I won’t pretend I approve,” Ethan said darkly, and Juliet paused her movements. “But I want you to be happy, Juliet. I really do.”

Fresh tears wet her face and Juliet leaned to the side, letting her head settle on Ethan’s shoulder.

“I think Jackson will be good for us,” Juliet said, with earnest hopefulness.

“I think so too,” Ethan replied against the top of her head.

After several minutes, Ethan gently lifted Juliet off of his shoulder and searched her face with his eyes.

“He’s back, by the way. He went into the house next door a while ago,” Ethan announced reluctantly.

Juliet tried to keep her expression neutral, but her heart leapt within her chest.

Ethan leaned back and stretched. “Go on,” he urged. “Tell him.”

Juliet reached over and pulled Ethan into a tight hug as he laughed warmly. Then she stood, tucked her knife into her new boot and turned towards the door.

Before she reached for the handle, Juliet turned towards Ethan. “I really do love you, you know?” Juliet assured him.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

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Juliet laughed as she opened the door and stumbled outside. It was pitch black, but small lights hung between old street lamps, leading the way to Joel.

Her nerve from earlier had disappeared, now all that was left was her thumping heartbeat and trembling fingers.

Juliet forced herself to walk slowly, to ensure she had time to think about what to say. She hadn’t really planned anything earlier, she was driven entirely by emotion. Now that her mind had some clarity, she feared what Joel would think when she came knocking at his door.

She arrived seconds later. Juliet had nearly tripped as she raced up his porch steps, unable to keep to an appropriate pace. The lights were on so he was definitely home. Juliet swallowed and wiped under her eyes, ensuring no tears still lingered on her skin. Then she reached her hand up towards the door, and just as her knuckles almost met the wood -

It swung open.

“Juliet?”

She gasped.

Joel stood in front of her, staring down with a foreboding look on his face so incredibly similar to that night in his QZ apartment all those months ago.

However, this time Juliet didn’t cower.

This time, she didn’t wait for Joel to send her away or slam the door in her face.

Juliet didn’t hesitate.

She stepped forward, lifted herself onto her tiptoes and pulled Joel’s face down towards her own.

Then she pressed her lips to his.

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Hey, hope you're doing well. Idk how to to do this cause I haven't ever made a request but I saw your requests are open (if I'm not mistaken, if I am sorry to bother), but what do you think about a Oneshot from Grace's POV. Her thinking Tommy will still be inlove with her but he's moved on and she's perceiving everything between them.

Its okay if you can't but I'm curious. Love you're writing.

Hey Love,

Thanks for waiting so long. Hope you enjoy! <3

Warnings: Grace being Grace

“A martini please” She batted her eyelashes enjoying running up a tab that was going to be paid for by someone else. After some research, she was happy to find that Tommy Shelby would be attending this club, and the stars aligned in her favor as her husband was tied up at a work thing. Normally he was gone for most of the night and even if he got home early, his feelings were soon to be irrelevant to her.

Grace wanted two things. Tommy Shelby, and his children. Her current marriage had proved that there was only one man for her and he was a half hour late to this club. She could get whatever she wanted with him now, whispers of his name and accomplishments were reaching as far as America. He was slowly taking over like she knew he would deep down.

Now all she needed was a baby and her spot next to him would be cemented. This wasn't going to be a difficult task knowing how broken he was when she found him, he was unlikely to be recovered from her departure from his life.

In this red dress, he was bound to be all over her. She took a large sip of her martini.

A large group entered the club and she knew immediately that it must be the Shelbys. They never did classy as well as they thought they did.

She sat looking at her drink on the bar, she wanted him to find her.

There were lots of laughs and cheers over the music. Arthur came over and asked the bartender for bottles of whiskey for the table.

“Big celebration tonight, boy!” He boomed completely oblivious to her presence. He took the bottles out of view and she wondered what they were so happy about.

The night dragged on and finally, she allowed herself a peak at the corner of the club. It was dim and the music was loud but still, she could see him there with a woman tucked under his arm.

He was leaning back with a cigarette in his hand, the other resting on your shoulder. You weren't anything remarkable. Looking at John’s wife sitting next to you it was obvious the woman helped you with your makeup. Your dress was nice but not anything like hers. Certainly too plain for such a club or event.

Pathetic.

Tommy would notice soon enough and make his way over. Then she would have the pleasure of watching you crumble under the unavoidable weight of his lack of loyalty. She gave a coy smile at the thought and lit a cigarette.

You weren't a threat in the slightest so she turned to face the family, leaning back on the bar. She kept her posture loose and inviting, waiting for his eyes to find her.

Instead, he let out a laugh at something you’d said. He pulled your face close to his and placed a kiss to the top of your head. Esme picked up your hand and was whispering something to you that made your cheeks go crimson. Obviously, you’d embarrassed yourself so badly that even Tommy was laughing at the girl.

You shook your head and then Esme was pulling you out of your booth and onto the dance floor. She watched with curiosity. Why would you dance with her and not Tommy?

You both laughed loudly as you danced around in the crowd. You both looked ridiculous but Tommy had his gaze on you as he and John talked about something. After the song ended you both piled into the table. Climbing back into the booth, Tommy’s hands prevented you from moving past him. Keeping you there on his lap.

Tommy raised the bottle.

“To the world's best accountant!” He said loudly and the family let out a big cheer.

You and Esme were clearly drunk as the woman poured whiskey into your open mouth right from the bottle. More laughs erupted.

She’d had enough waiting but that’s when Polly caught her eye. The woman stared at her with a cocky glare that put her off. The only way to get Tommy’s attention would be to go over there and talk to him. Clearly, he hadn’t seen her sitting here.

Polly turned her attention to Tommy and mouthed her name. She watched to see his body language change. The way you would slip from his grasp. How he would walk over here and leave with her on his arm.

But he didn't move. His eyes went back to your face listening to what sounded like a story about an exam. Just waiting for the story to be over, then he would come.

Time dragged on, another martini.

You got up from his lap and he stood up, his hand finding your low back and guiding you toward the balconies. This would be as good as it gets.

Grace got up from the bar and made her way to the balcony.

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You stood there looking up at Tommy, his eyes were so proud. Weeks of studying and worrying and yet you passed all your university classes. You delighted in his attention as the cold air wrapped around you.

The balcony door opened to show, who Esme had whispered was Tommy’s Ex. Pale yellow hair, and a glossy red dress. She was older than you in more ways than one. She looked like she was carrying a great burden.

“Tommy can we talk.” Her Irish accent was soft and her words thick with sadness. You almost felt sorry for her, you would have if she hadn't betrayed the family and fucked Tommy up so badly.

“Sure.” He said cooly, his hand on your waist tightened to keep you in place at his side.

“Alone?”

“Nah, she’s my better half. What can we help you with?”

“I’ll be in London for a while. I thought maybe we could talk about what happened, things are complicated right now -” She let her words trail off and you knew in your gut this was some type of act.

“I would invite you for dinner but we’re leaving on a trip tomorrow. Such bad timing.” You said politely. She never looked at you, even when you spoke. Her eyes were fixated on him in a way that made you want to throw her over the balcony.

“Pity,” Tommy said. “Enjoy your time in London.”

She looked even more defeated, a large contrast to the glare she was giving you from across the club all night. She handed Tommy a piece of paper before leaving, giving him a nod.

“The fuck was that about?” you whispered. You took the paper and opened it. All it had was her accommodations in London.

“Ah.” She expected him to drop me off at home before falling back into her arms.

“Do I need to worry?” You said in a coy tone.

“Not in the slightest.” He said pulling you into an embrace. Esme and John came out with eyes full of questions. You gave the paper to Esme.

“What is she expecting a foursome?” She made a sound of disgust before crumpling the paper and leaving it in the ashtray.

As you drank and partied to celebrate your success, you knew she was back in her room pacing. The faith in her ability to hold Tommy down wearing away hour by hour.

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pizzaqueen · 10 months

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Steve Harrington time stamps

For when you just want to watch Steve’s scenes

I had the idea to do this during my current rewatch thanks to @harmonictechnicality (who was very happy for me to post this) and then @al-ghoul sent me his timestamps so a HUGE thank you there!

Oh, and @faequeentitania has a supercut of all of Eddie's scenes (link is in their bio) so I didn’t add Eddie’s time stamps to this post

My original intention was to not post this until it was completely done, but I honestly don't have much energy right now, so there are only time stamps up to S04E05. But I do intend to finish it one day! (If anyone wants to help out with the remaining ones, that would be great.) You can also see where the formatting changes and that's where I stopped typing up my notes and just used what @al-ghoul sent me, but I do want to reformat it so it's uniform, and add in songs used for his scenes, but I just wanted to get this out there

And I want to say sorry if someone has already done something like this in the meantime! I tried searching but Tumblr search isn't great

SEASON ONE

Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers

14:54 - 16:07 Steve’s first appearance in his rendezvous with Nancy in the bathroom

37:59 - 38:42 Mike sees Steve trying to climb through Nancy’s window

41:04 - 43:12 helping Nancy study

Chapter Two: The Weirdo on Maple Street

12:26 - 14:04 asking Nancy to the party at his house (mention of his parents); the scene cuts to Nancy and Jonathan at 13:20 but you can still see Steve in the background until 14:04

38:17 - 38:37 opening the door for Nancy and Barb (song: Raise a Little Hell by Trooper*)

43:06 - 45:39 pool scene with the drinking, etc., with Tommy H, Carol, Nancy and Barb (song: I Melt With You by Modern English)

49:18 - 49:40 drying off and going upstairs

50:22 - 51:18 we see Steve and Nancy through the window from Jonathan’s POV then it cuts to inside Steve’s room

52:36 - 52:50 getting hot and heavy with Nancy (song: tiniest snippet of the opening strains of Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles)

*seems to be playing inside Steve’s house because it’s muffled and gets louder when he opens the doors

Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly

00:40 - 1:50 sleeping with Nancy, intercut with Barb being killed (song: Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner)

3:03 - 3:50 Nancy tries to wake Steve, then leaves

10:16 - 11:11 at Nancy’s locker

20:48 - 21:56 cafeteria with Tommy H, Carol and Nancy

30:07 - 32:16 confronting Jonathan about photos

36:01 - 36:43 waiting for the game in the hallway with Tommy H, Carol and Nancy; Nancy leaves

Chapter Four: The Body

13:16 - 14:30 meeting Nancy between buildings; asks her not to tell the cops about the beer (mention of parents)

Chapter Five: The Flea and the Acrobat

25:47 - 27:51 Steve shows up at Nancy’s to say sorry and invite her to the movies (mention of parents; song: Steve singing a bit of Old Time Rock and Roll)

Chapter Six: The Monster

3:29 - 4:45 driving to Nancy’s with Tommy H and Carol; sees Jonathan and Nancy on bed through window (song: Sunglasses at Night by Corey Hart*)

30:46 - 33:18 alley fight with Jonathan

* playing on the car stereo

Chapter Seven: The Bathtub

14:21 - 16:00 Tommy brings Steve a can of Coke and painkillers; Steve has fight with Tommy and Carol then drives off

18:40 - 19:21 offers to help scrub graffiti off cinema marquee

Chapter Eight: The Upside Down

14:42 - 17:03 comes to Jonathan’s to say sorry; gets introduced to the upside down shenanigans

18:53 - 22:00 Nancy gives Steve an out; he runs, then he comes back (it cuts to Hopper and Joyce at 21:18 for a couple of seconds)

22:27 - 23:50 following the lights with Nancy and Jonathan that Joyce and Hopper are lighting up as they go through the UD version (intercut with scenes of Joyce and Hopper)

48:01 - 48:24 epilogue snuggling on couch with Nancy in Christmas sweater

SEASON TWO

Chapter One: Madmax

12:13 - 14:02 Nancy looking over Steve’s essay in the car outside the school (song: Talking in Your Sleep by The Romantics)

20:09 - 20:38 waiting by the corner in the hallway to pick Nancy up and twirl her around by the lockers

31:38 - 33:50 dinner with Nancy at Barb’s parents

Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak

15:58 - 19:22 studying in the library with Nancy/Steve is worried about the government if they talk too much about what happened and suggests going to party and pretend everything is normal (between 17:15 to 17:36 it cuts to Nancy thinking she sees Barb)

31:23 - 32:17 Tommy H and Billy come over while Steve is with Nancy at the party; Tommy H: “We’ve got a new keg king, Harrington.” (Song: Shout at the Devil by Mötley Crüe)

42:03 - 44:14 dancing with Nancy (song Girls on Film by Duran Duran)/spills drink on her/bathroom ‘bullshit’ scene

Chapter Three: The Pollywog

19:11 - 21:14 playing basketball against Billy (Song: Go! By Tones on Tail) and talking with Nancy between the buildings

Chapter Four: Will the Wise

16:23 - 17:53 basketball again (Song: Scarface (Push it to the Limit) from Scarface) and the shower scene with Tommy H and Billy

Chapter Five: Dig Dug

35:17 - 35:52 shows up to Nancy’s with flowers and is waylaid by Dustin

Chapter Six: The Spy

00:51 - 3:43 In car with Dustin (song: Hammer to Fall by Queen*) going to kill Dart with bat

12:39 - 13:06 bringing meat with Dustin

24:51 - 27:34 laying trap for Dart with Dustin (meat on the railroad tracks) and talking about girls

31:48 - 32:37 at the junkyard with Dustin

33:10 - 33:21 at the junkyard with Dustin, Lucas and Max

35:27 - 35:38 fortifying the bus/setting stuff up at the junkyard

35:49 - 36:02 pouring gasoline

36:48 - 37:01 going into the bus

37:44 - 38:24 inside the bus; flicking the lighter

40:46 - 45:06 demodogs appear; Steve goes out as bait/to fight them

* playing on the car stereo

Chapter Seven: The Lost Sister

Doesn’t appear in this episode

Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer

08:35 - 10:33 walking from the junk yard with kids at night, looking for Dart on the train tracks

13:27 - 13:56 in front of Hawkins lab; meet up with Nancy and Jonathan

15:15 - 15:45 in front of the lab

16:15 - 16:21 gate opens

21:58 - 22:22 waiting at gate; Hopper picks them up

23:06 - 23:42 at the Byers’

24:43 - 29:03 in Byers’ kitchen; Steve is in and out of the frame/sometimes in the background

29:23 - 29:55 duct-taping the shed with Nancy

31:51 - 32:07 finishing the shed with everyone

33:05 - 33:10 practicing with a bat at Byers'

34:32 - 34:35 blinking lights at Byers’

38:52 - 39:16 morse code

40:31 - 40:56 “close gate”

41:31 - 41:37 hearing demodogs

42:15 - 44:34 preparing to fight/El arrives

S02E09:

00:07:23 Steve (at Byers with everyone) (00:08:03)

00:09:08 Steve (at Byers backyard with Nancy) (00:10:02)

00:10:50 Steve (on the Byers porch with kids) (00:11:06)

00:15:22 Steve (putting demodog in the fridge) (00:15:57)

00:16:17 Steve (at the Byers with the kids / Billy arrives) (00:19:09)

00:19:47 Steve (fighting Billy) (00:21:02)

00:24:41 Steve (waking up in the car with Max) (00:25:54)

00:26:43 Steve (arriving to the tunnels) (00:28:17)

00:30:00 Steve (at the tunnels) (00:31:42)

00:33:40 Steve (torching the tunnels while Will burns) (00:34:43)

00:36:52 Steve (running through the tunnels) (00:36:59)

00:38:00 Steve (freeing Mike / meeting Dart) (00:39:38)

00:40:16 Steve (running out of the tunnels) (00:41:19)

00:43:40 Steve (gate closed) (00:43:44)

00:45:19 Steve (at the Barb's funeral) (00:45:27)

00:48:51 Steve (driving Dustin to the Snow Ball) (songs: Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar and Twist of Fate by Olivia Newton-John*) (00:50:10)

*both are playing inside the Snow Ball Edit: actually the Pat Benatar song seems to be coming from his car on re-watching 😅 it definitely sounded like from inside the building to me before but now it doesn’t

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S03E01:

00:09:15 Steve (letting the kids through Scoops Ahoy back door) (00:09:40)

00:10:46 Steve (lights go out) (00:11:01)

00:12:12 Steve (lights go back) (00:12:18)

00:24:42 Steve (Scoops Ahoy with Robin, hitting on ladies) (00:26:46)

S03E02:

00:10:15 Steve (Scoops Ahoy with Dustin) (00:12:34)

00:17:52 Steve (translating Russian with Dustin) (00:19:24)

00:35:27 Steve (Robin translated first Russian) (00:35:54)

00:41:26 Steve (mall after hours with Robin and Dustin) (00:43:37)

S03E03:

00:17:23 Steve (spying for spies in the mall with Dustin) (00:19:19)

00:27:12 Steve (found a sport fitness "spy" with Dustin) song: Wake Me Up Before you Go-Go by Wham!* (00:28:32)

00:29:20 Steve (with Dustin returning to Scoop Ahoy) (00:29:26)

00:30:03 Steve (Robin cracked the code) (00:30:12)

00:39:20 Steve (in the rain looking at delivery) (00:40:30)

*playing in the jazzercise class

S03E04:

00:09:04 Steve (Scoops Ahoy, devising a plan) 00:10:08

00:21:14 Steve (Robin brings Starcourt blueprints) (00:22:58)

00:24:32 Steve (bringing Erica into the plan) (00:25:11)

00:34:51 Steve (Erica goes into the vent) (00:35:05)

00:36:22 Steve (Erica got to the room) (00:37:00)

00:40:28 Steve (opening the boxes with the team Scoops) (00:42:08)

S03E05:

00:00:07 Steve (the elevator room falling) (00:01:58)

00:16:25 Steve (stuck in / getting out of the elevator room) (00:19:46)

00:25:19 Steve (walking the tunnel) (00:27:16)

00:34:40 Steve (finding the russian base / fighting the guard) (00:37:01)

00:37:21 Steve (Robin found The Machine) (00:38:21)

S03E06:

00:00:14 Steve (being apprehended by russians) (00:01:48)

00:17:12 Steve (being beaten up / questioned by the russians) (00:20:21)

00:31:06 Steve (tied to a chair with Robin) (00:35:58)

00:45:25 Steve (truth serum kicks in / Dustin saves them) (00:48:50)

S03E07:

00:06:31 Steve (Dustin is driving away through the tunnel / elevator) (00:08:45)

00:13:13 Steve (running from the mall guards into the cinema) (00:14:04)

00:14:30-32 / 00:14:41-44 (tweedldee and tweedledum in the cinema)

00:23:19 Steve (drunk with Robin in the cinema hallway) (00:25:08)

00:28:27 Steve (confesses Robin in the cinema restroom) (00:35:02)

00:39:07 Steve (sneaking out of the restroom) (00:40:03)

00:48:50 Steve (hiding from mall guards under the counter) (00:49:16)

00:49:41 Steve (El defeated the guards) (00:50:51)

00:51:09-14 Steve (El collapses)

S03E08:

00:00:36 Steve (Eleven's fucked up leg) 00:01:25

00:02:50 Steve (El pulls the Flayer out of the leg) (00:03:16)

00:04:28 Steve (everyone is catching up on things) (00:05:11)

00:06:34 Steve (hanging around while everyone prepares) (00:06:43)

00:07:40 Steve (driving away from the mall) (00:08:10)

00:13:32 Steve (driving kids to the radio hill) (00:14:42)

00:17:50 Steve (on the radio hill) (00:18:19)

00:24:19 Steve (on the radio hill, Flayer attacks Starcourt) (00:25:12)

00:26:03 Steve (on the radio hill running back to the car) (00:26:14)

00:32:54 Steve (hitting Billy's car at Starcourt, Nancy's driving away) 00:33:35

00:34:39 Steve (Flayer pursues the car, Suzie appears) (00:34:50)

00:35:49-53 Steve (in the car while Dustin sings over the radio)

00:36:28-31 Steve (in the car while Dustin and Suzie both singing)

00:38:04 Steve (in the car while Flayer goes back to Starcourt)

00:42:29-34 Steve (throwing fireworks at the Flayer in the mall)

00:43:03-04 Steve (keeps throwing)

00:44:16-22 Steve (on the radio with Dustin)

00:50:33 Steve (Flayer disassembles) (00:50:43)

00:54:58-01 Steve (at the ER car in the background)

00:56:44 Steve (arriving with Robin at the Family Video for a job) (00:58:04)

00:58:55 Steve (bumping into the cardboard figure) (00:59:12)

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S04E01:

00:15:24 Steve (in car with Robin) (00:16:58)

00:54:43 Steve (with Brenda at basketball game) (00:56:24)

S04E02:

00:07:56 Steve (at Family Video with Robin) (00:09:49)

00:28:13 Steve (at Family Video with Max & Dustin) (00:29:06)

00:44:58 Steve (at Family Video flirting / searching for Rick) (00:47:43)

01:01:45 Steve/Eddie (at Reefer Rick's) (01:06:14)

01:07:22 Eddie, Steve (talks about Chrissy / Vecna revealed) (01:12:30)

S04E03:

00:12:28 Eddie, Steve (receiving supplies at Rick's) (00:14:23)

00:15:14 Steve (at Fred's crime scene) (00:15:29)

00:25:29 Steve (with kids and Nancy discussing Vecna) (00:28:12)

00:38:21 Steve (outside shrink's house in the car) (00:39:28)

00:41:22 Steve (driving away from the shrink) (00:41:33)

00:42:00 Steve (driving the car while Lucas radioes) (00:42:43)

00:50:53 Steve (breaking into school shrink's office at night) (00:51:38)

00:55:54 Steve (at the shrink's office) (00:56:53)

S04E04:

00:02:09 Steve (school after Max's episode, Nancy and Robin arrive) (00:04:50)

00:07:29 Steve (the Wheeler's house - Max writes letters, Nancy and Robin arrive) (00:10:44)

00:17:35 Steve (Max finished the letters, wants to go) (00:20:04)

00:31:33 Steve (driving Max to the trailer park) (00:31:53)

00:34:35-49 Steve (Max returns to the car)

00:48:17 Steve (driving Max to the cemetery) (00:49:00)

01:02:32 Steve (going for Max at the cemetery) (01:03:04)

01:03:17 Steve (trying to wake Max up) (01:03:35)

01:04:58-07 Steve (with Dustin and Lucas trying to wake Max up)

01:09:01-12 Steve (Dustin brings music to Max)

01:10:45 Steve (everyone searching for the tape) (01:11:06)

01:11:50-00 Steve (Max flies)

01:13:43 Steve (Max is out) (01:14:14)

S04E05:

00:14:32 Steve (sleeping in Wheeler's basement) (00:14:38)

00:36:19 Steve (arriving at Creel's house with everyone) (00:40:06)

00:49:55 Steve (checking Creel's house with DNR) (00:52:36)

#Steve harrington #stranger things #st4 #steddie #steve x eddie #st3 #st1 #st2 #(steddie is the target audience but it's also for anyone!!)#(reblogs very much appreciated on this one!)

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masterlist

TAG: Toxicanonymity ☠️. She/her. FAQ

ASKS: I don't really do traditional requests these days because I'm busy with WIPs, but feel free to come in my ask box with thots, questions, etc.

WARNINGS: Everything is NSFW 18+ w/ F!Reader unless otherwise noted. May have violence, dubious consent (dubcon), non-consensual (noncon), unsafe sex, and more. See additional warnings in individual fics.

!! Some of the older Halloween HCs have broken links, and idk why. If it's bold, it means I checked and fixed it. I'll make my way through all of them eventually.

Pedro Pascal characters masterlist

Boyd Holbrook characters masterlist

Scream

Masked ghostface unless otherwise specified.

⭐ Every inch | Every inch 2 | Every inch 3

fight flight or fuck blurb

Rat in a cage oneshot drabble

⭐ Prescott House Bed & Breakfast (Billy Loomis)

Waking up cold blurb

✨Road house - scream AU (Dalton x reader)

Texas Chainsaw

⭐ The Spread (3.5k) Tommy Hewitt x reader. "Heavy" on size kink 🤭

Halloween

Corey Cunningham Stories (CC)

A lift and two screws (4.5k words) - 2️⃣ 🥩

Laid back (2.5k) - 👤 💐reach-around HJ.

Laid back: V-Day Vibes (3.2k) 👤💐 🥩 🧎‍♂️ toy

Corey from the yard (3.8k) - 2️⃣💐🥩

Corey from the Yard pt. 2 (5k) - 2️⃣ 🥩⚰️

It's Halloween (babysitting w/ CC) (3.5k) ⭐ 🎃

Yet another rattle - FFM (2.7k) - ft. Allyson

Corey C. from the call center (4.5k) - 💐

Dominating Corey in a declining mall (2.5k) - 🧎‍♂️

Tighty-whitey workout, interrupted (2k) 🥩

You wear MM's mask in bed (1.3k)

Giving head while CC streams (900)👤

⭐Good behavior (7.5k) work detail 4️⃣

⭐Birthday Wish (2k) dominant bf

⭐Give In (4.5k) 2️⃣

Hot Topic

Scrapyard (CNC) 500

Rock Bottom (22k) 🥩 ⚰️ . Corey, Michael, Y/N. (Other stories don't use Y/N).

Michael Myers Stories

Corey leaves you with Michael (300)

⭐Michael makes them watch (1.3k)

Michael in Ambrose (2k) non con

The summoning (1.2k) ⚰️

⭐Skin Alley (1.5k) MM POV

Michael's Castle (3k)2️⃣ vampire!michael

Gravel Lot (1.1k) - Anniversary 💐

Gas station (550)

Knows you're horny (650 cnc)

Breeder Michael blurb

Reader w/ oral fixation blurb

Bathroom (M!reader)

Michael makes Corey watch

Obsessive Reader GN

Halloween Headcanons

Free Use (1.2k) 👤 🧎‍♂️

The Shape's Collar (900) 👤

Coming💦 (1.1k) 👤 MM, CC

When you're a screamer (650) 👤 MM, CC

Why it's hot when Michael drives 👤

overstimulating a squirter MM, CC

more Corey squirting HCs

Corey coming in his pants

Corey porn habits

Corey catches your self-pleasure

Corey period oral

Halloween drabbles, blurbs, misc.

Who's that calling you under the dinner table (Misc) txts CC

Frisky at the movie theater w/ CC (300)

COREGASM (600?) 👤

CC sounding like Leon in DBD👤

Corey's newest ring

Corey x You x Michael

reader nipple piercings & 2 CC

Corey nipple piercings

Michael x Obsessive! Reader 👤

MM dream / CC 📞sex & CNC

✨Corey x you x Michael u walk in

✨Michael & thighs

✨Michael Makes Corey Watch

Halloween non-Smut

Michael & Corey MBTI types (non-explicit)

1st date, Corey wants to leave with you 💐

Amusement park date 💐

Corey's new ring (100 word drabble)

Corey teaches you to drive (300 words)

Michael/Corey poll results

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Other Fandoms

The ghost - Mike x reader x Carmy

The Bear

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Triple Frontier

The Worst - Tom "Redfly" Davis x DARK!reader

Road House

Scream AU - Elwood Dalton x reader

New: ✨

Multiple smut scenes: 2️⃣,3️⃣ etc

Fluffy: 💐

Submissive: 🧎‍♂️

Gender Neutral or Male Reader: 👤

Gratuitous beef: 🥩

Kill(s): ⚰️

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Steddie outsider POV pt. 5

AO3 Pt. 1 Robin Pt. 2 Wayne Pt. 3 Wayne's Boyfriend Pt. 4 Will

Tommy Hagan isn’t proud of the person he was in high school. If he’s honest, he isn’t proud of the person he was for most of college either. But by the end of college, he’d had enough experiences and met enough people that challenged his previous worldviews to realize who he was wasn't who he wanted to be. And he had the ability to change. So he did.

He feels like a good portion of the last eight years of his life has been doing penance for the first twenty. So when he gets the Hawkins High School Reunion invitation in the mail, his first impulse is not to go. He hasn’t been in contact with his former friends since two days after graduation when he packed up his car and left Hawkins for good; there’s no reason for him to inflict his presence on the people he used to torment.

But (and this is the ‘but’ that makes him reconsider).

Steve might be there.

And Steve sits apart from everyone else, because Tommy does want to see him. Not desperately, not like he’s been pining all these years. But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had thoughts. That he hasn’t wondered.

He’s learned a lot in the last decade. About himself and his—embarrassingly clear now—preference for men. And in the process he learned that ‘practicing kissing’ with your best friend was not a normal heterosexual activity. Which means Steve, maybe, has realized the same sorts of things about himself. And it’s not like he thinks they’ll see each other again after all this time and fall into each other's arms but…well. He’s Steve. And if Tommy has a chance with him, no matter how small, he’s still going to take it.

He responds yes to the invitation. He books his flights.

He works out a bit more than usual in the weeks leading up to it.

No reason.

His primary objective, of course, cannot be hoping to seduce Steve. His first priority needs to be making amends. So when the day finally arrives and he puts on his suit and the cab drops him at the familiar front roundabout, he walks through the double doors, picks up his name tag, and starts his apology tour.

It takes a while.

By the time he’s made a circuit of the badly decorated gymnasium and apologized to everyone who’ll let him approach them, it’s been an hour. He’s managed to mostly avoid his former friends and feels he deserves the beer he’s just freed from the slushy water in the ice chest.

And that’s when he sees him: Steve Harrington.

He looks good. Better, even, than Tommy had expected. He’s wearing a plain white T, aviator sunglasses tucked in the collar, and black jeans. Lace up black boots. His hair is almost exactly the same, maybe a little longer, than the last time Tommy saw him a decade before. Not even a hint of a receding hairline, damn him.

Tommy would think no time had passed at all if not for the full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm and long-healed scars on his right, the fact that his shoulders are a little broader, his chest a little thicker. Clearly he never stopped working out, unlike the majority of the former basketball team members milling about around them.

He looks like a fucking rock star. Or a movie star. And clearly Tommy is not the only one who has noticed. Within seconds Steve has gathered a crowd and Tommy can’t help but push his way into the fringe of it, watching Steve smile politely and gently shrug off more than one woman’s touch. He shifts his cup to his left hand and takes a long, pointed, drink.

There’s a wedding band on his finger.

Tommy knows he shouldn’t be surprised. He didn’t honestly think something was going to happen between them. But then again, a ring might not even mean much. He’s spent weekends with men who play straight Monday through Friday plenty of times.

Steve meets his eye and smiles cautiously behind the rim of his cup. “Tommy. Hey.”

Fuck. Maybe he does still have a chance.

“Hey,” he says, and then, to the larger group, “ladies, do you mind if I steal Steve for a minute?”

A few of them whine like they’re still in high school, Stacy Ferguson actually twirls her hair, but they let Steve leave with him and they meander toward one of the cocktail tables under the basketball goal.

“You look good,” Steve says. Tommy can’t decide if he should read anything into that.

“Me? Have you seen yourself? And I thought you were insufferable in high school.”

He laughs, scrubbing a hand through the back of his hair.

“Listen,” Tommy says. “I know I was a massive dick to you, there at the end, that I was…generally a shitty person in high school, and I’ve always wanted to apologize to you. I’ve been apologizing to a lot of people today. But you were––you were important to me. And I regret how we ended things. So. I’m sorry.”

Steve considers him, a little pinch between his brows that is winding in its familiarity. “I appreciate the apology. What brought about the change of heart, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“College. Maturity. New York, in general.”

“Getting out of the echo chamber that is Hawkins?” He says knowingly.

Tommy points at him.

“You still in New York?” Steve asks.

“Yeah. Lawyer. Just like dad always wanted. You?”

Steve whistles. “Nothing so impressive. We own a music venue in San Fran, but that sounds fancier than it is. I mostly split my time between playing bouncer and playing bartender.”

San Fran. Tommy tries to catch Steve’s eye. Tries to see if there’s an underlying message there. But Steve is smiling over Tommy’s shoulder at something.

“We?” Tommy repeats.

“Me and my husband,” Steve says distractedly, like the word doesn’t fucking—doesn’t take Tommy out at the knees.

“Your…what?” he asks blankly.

Except Steve is full-out grinning now and raises his voice to shout, “speak of the devil!”

Someone slides past Tommy, all leather and hair and chains and throws an arm around Steve’s shoulders.

“And the devil shall appear,” Eddie Munson crows.

Eddie. Munson.

Who looks much the same as he did in high school, albeit with more tattoos and scars down his neck and arm that look strangely similar to the scars on Steve’s arm. Tommy gets stuck for a moment comparing them before he notices something else.

Eddie’s left hand is hanging down to cup Steve’s pec. And there’s a gold wedding band, stark amongst the other silver rings on his hand. It matches the one Steve’s wearing.

“What the fuck,” he says quietly.

“Well, shit,” Eddie says. “Hagan, did we break you?”

Steve purses his lips. “Let’s just give him a minute to process.” He turns to face Eddie fully, speaking quietly into the pocket of space between them. “You still sure?”

“I am literally grabbing your boob right now, I don’t know how much more obvious a claim I can stake here unless you want me to stick my tongue in your mouth. Which even I find ill-advised in this particular setting.”

“Just saying. Rental car doesn’t have a bat in the trunk and we’ve both had too many concussions already.”

“Like we haven’t been up against far worse odds and survived. Don’t worry, Stevie, I’ll protect your pretty head. So would Hagan, I bet. He owes us. Right?”

Tommy thinks he might be dead. That his plane went down and this is some sort of death-bed hallucination.

But then again, if this was something his brain had engineered, he’d be the one holding on to Steve’s pec.

Eddie’s looking at him like he's fully aware of what Tommy is thinking.

“Say,” Eddie says quietly, not exactly mean, but certainly not friendly, “did you know that shit you two used to get up to was actually really gay?”

“I…figured that out,” he says faintly, “yeah.”

“Makes the things you used to call me feel a little hypocritical now in retrospect, huh?”

“Yeah,” he repeats, and then, with remembered urgency: “I’m not out.”

The edge to Eddie’s expression softens. “No kidding, buddy. You’re safe with us. Despite the fact that you were a grade A asshole to me and, more importantly, you broke Stevie’s heart a little.”

“He was just apologizing for that.” Steve says.

“I don’t—how long have you two—“

“Eight years,” Steve says.

“Three months, one week and four days,” Munson adds, drumming his fingers on Steve’s collarbone.

“But who’s counting,” Steve says fondly.

“Me,” Munson says, “obviously.”

“Eight years,” Tommy repeats.

“Three months, one week and four days,” Munson repeats.

“How?”

“An excellent, and fair, question,” Munson says, gesturing to himself. “Considering.”

“Eddie,” Steve says warningly.

Munson rolls his eyes. “I fell for him, oh, I’d guess about the same time you did, Tommy boy. Took him a few years to catch up to me, but after my heroic actions during the, uh, earthquake the year after you left, he tended my wounds and I won him over with my subtle wit and ebullient charm.”

“You are a delight,” Steve says. Tommy thinks he’s trying to be sarcastic but he doesn’t pull it off very well.

“And then,” Eddie drops his voice, leaning into Tommy, dragging Steve with him since they’re still attached, “I kept him ensorcelled with my sexual prowess.”

“Eddie,” Steve hisses.

“Yes dear?”

It is, unfortunately, all too easy for Tommy to picture them…together. He can feel his face flushing, something he’d always hoped he’d grow out of and never did.

“You got anyone in your life, now?” Steve asks, earnest as ever.

“Not currently, no. Are you really––are you just. Out?”

“Not always,” Steve says. He reaches up, touches the ring on Eddie’s hand like it’s a habitual gesture. “But we’ve got the privilege of not having to hide in our daily life. Makes us a little more stupid when we go other places.”

“A little more brave, darling,” Eddie murmurs. “We’re calling it bravery.”

“You’re calling it bravery.”

“Well,” Tommy says. “I’m here for you. I guess.” He hasn’t been in a fight in a while but he figures it’s like riding a bike. And Eddie is right. He does owe them. Then again, looking around the gym, he doesn’t think anyone here would risk a fight with them anyway. Over half the people present probably still think Munson is a serial killer.

“Just as I suspected,” Munson says. “Welcome to the team.”

“The team?”

Eddie gestures behind him with the hand that isn’t still clamped on Steve’s chest. “Gareth and the boys are in the old Hellfire room, Jonathan should be here in another ten minutes, Nance was talking to someone in the parking lot last I saw her and Robin is––”

“Present!” Robin Buckley chorales, skipping forward to crash into Eddie’s back. She presses an obnoxious kiss first to Eddie’s cheek, and then shoves her face in between their heads to get to Steve’s. She narrows her eyes at Tommy.

“Hagan.”

“Buckley.”

Her eyes narrow even further. “Tommy Hagan knows my name,” she says, sotto voice to Eddie. “Should we find this suspicious?”

“Steve was friends with you senior year,” Tommy explains. And that’s probably saying too much, but he’s already clearly lost his footing in this conversation.

“Mm,” she agrees. “I sure was. Since other people ditched him for showing a modicum of moral backbone.”

“He was just apologizing for that,” Steve says.

“Good.”

Tommy remembers the beer in his hand with relief. He drains half of it.

“Shall we mingle?” Eddie murmurs, sounding far too excited about the prospect.

“As you wish,” Steve says magnanimously.

Tommy follows them.

***

He has fun, is the thing.

And he doesn’t have to fight anyone.

Eddie is actually kind of hilarious, walking a tightrope between goading and endearing. And Robin—she’d give some of the guys at his firm a run for their money in quick-witted comebacks. She also can dance, which Tommy finds out about ten minutes after the shitty band starts playing and she grabs his hand, asking if he still knew how to lindy hop. And he does, he just has no idea how she knew that he knew and he doesn’t get the chance to ask before she’s dragging him to the middle of the pathetic dance floor. They stay there for a while, garnering praise and envious glances and they keep an eye out for Eddie and Steve but it’s become clear that no one is going to try and start something. Even the guys who sneer at them when their backs are turned aren’t willing to say anything to their faces. Separately, they’re impressive enough, but together, they’re imposing. And they both move with just a hint of something dangerous in their posture. Something…feral. Maybe. His eyes keep lingering on their scars. They aren’t knife wounds. He’s seen those. These look like teeth. But that doesn’t make any sense.

Regardless, as the night starts to wind down, he’s pretty sure it’s the most fun he’s had in years. He never could have imagined when he was booking his tickets that he would end up sitting on the bleachers with Robin Buckley leaning against his arm, watching as Eddie Munson—who had cajoled or possibly bribed, the band to let him borrow their guitar—plays an unhinged metal cover of Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! by ABBA.

When he finishes, Eddie gives a flourishing bow, returns the guitar, and then steps directly into Steve’s arms, hands bracketing Steve’s neck, leaning in to kiss him like they don’t give a fuck they’re in the middle of Hawkins Indiana.

It’s—Jesus.

He doesn’t know what it is.

But it sure is something.

“Gentlemen,” Robin calls, “shall we adjourn? Hop and Joyce are waiting and it’ll be their bedtime in another hour.”

“Hop?” Tommy asks.

“Chief Hopper,” Robin explains. “He’s basically Steve’s adopted father. Well. One of them, anyway.”

“Oh,” Tommy says faintly. “Does he…know?”

“For sure. He’s cool as a cucumber. Been to visit us in California at least once a year since we moved.”

“Didn’t he arrest Munson multiple times?”

“Eh, water under the bridge. They’re best buds, now. They talk on the phone every Sunday while Eddie works in the garden. And Eddie is the planner, so he’s the one that schedules their visits. They conspire to keep Steve happy and healthy.”

“That’s…good.” Tommy says.

“It is.”

Robin pats his arm, pulling him to stand with her. “You know, you could visit us too, if you wanted. Eddie and Steve have a guest bedroom and my girlfriend and I have a very nice pull-out couch.” She eyes him seriously, the levity leaving her voice. “You used to mean something to Steve,” she says, “maybe you could again. If you wanted.”

He does.

He watches Eddie swing Steve around in a farce of a Waltz, both of them laughing. He watches Nancy and Jonathan join them—Nancy leading. He glances at Robin beside him. He thinks he might want to mean something to all of them. If that’s an option.

“Are you serious?” He asks.

“Yeah, of course.”

“That would be nice,” he says.

Eddie and Steve draw even with them, still laughing, fingers linked together.

“Hagan,” Eddie says. “When’s your flight out?”

“Not until tomorrow night,” he says.”I’m staying at the Greenbriar.”

“Good, you’re coming with us to Hopper’s, then.”

He meets Eddie’s eyes. He can’t exactly read what’s there, but he’s grateful for whatever it is.

“I’d like that.” He says.

They emerge into the parking lot with a burst of cool evening air and Tommy inhales slowly, face tipped up to the sky. For all the perks of New York, you certainly didn’t get stars like this there.

“I’m riding with Hagan,” Robin says.

“I’m riding—“ Eddie starts, but he doesn’t get to finish because everyone present aside from Tommy starts shouting over him.

Steve leans in, presses his face into Eddie’s hair and says something that makes him cackle.

“We’ll see you there,” he shouts to no one in particular, “maybe a couple minutes late, though.”

“And this is why I’m riding with you,” Robin says. “Also why you might want to stay with me if you visit. They got comfortable in the honeymoon phase and decided to never leave which is, you know, great for them and really fucking annoying for everyone else.”

Tommy unlocks his rental but can’t seem to stop watching as Steve and Eddie approach their own car—Steve exaggeratedly opening the door for Eddie while Eddie pretends to swoon.

He watches as King Steve and Eddie the freak Munson peel out of the Hawkins High parking lot, windows down, a guitar riff blaring, hands linked on the gearshift.

Robin Buckley is in his passenger seat, messing with the radio and giving him largely unhelpful driving directions to Chief Hopper's house.

This is not what he expected from this trip.

But he’s not at all upset about it.

Not at all.

He’s become pretty jaded in the last few years; a combination of his job, politics, romantic encounters, and existing, in general. But watching Steve and Eddie’s taillights fade as they turn onto the main road, Tommy thinks that maybe he still believes in happy endings.

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