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Falling Slowly - Chapter 1
Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 2000+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes:This started as a simple idea for Tommy. He had different ideas and I can’t say no to those freckles and smile. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me get unstuck. You always have such great ideas!
And a big thanks to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me form thoughts and give this a little shape. I hope I can be a quarter as talented as you one day!
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It’s crowded in here tonight. Not quite theme park during season full, but close enough. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t seriously need a drink after the day I had at work. And this bar was the closest place to home that was still open.
Or maybe I just pulled into the first place I found.
I somehow manage to score a seat at the crowded bar, sliding quickly onto the stool that’s still warm from its previous occupant. I raise my hand to the bartender and she nods, taking another 2 orders before taking mine.
“Rum and Coke. Less Coke.”
She smiles, tossing me a wink before she walks off to make the drinks. I have to admit I’m mildly impressed by her memory, as she had taken at least 10 drink orders before mine and memorized them all. No wonder she has an overflowing tip jar.
It probably helps that she has giant tits too.
I take a few sips, letting the warmth of the rum spread through me, loosening my muscles before setting the glass down. The music playing is stupid loud, but the people seem to like it, jamming their sweaty bodies together in a tight group in the middle of the dance floor.
I’ll admit, this isn’t typically my scene. But the patients today were really on their game of trying to piss me off and I decided I earned a drink. I just wish I’d known how loud it would be. Thankfully, I'm not on call tomorrow.
“Hello, gorgeous.”
A man sits next to me, shifting his body so he’s facing me. When I don’t respond, he repeats himself, a little louder.
“I’m ok, thanks.” I try to let him down easy, but turning down a man who’s tipsy and looking to get laid is not an easy thing to do.
“Not yet you aren’t. We haven’t even spoken yet.”
Sighing, I turn my head to look at him. He’s all blue eyes and light hair, a slight tan on his face but one from hanging out at the pool and not from manual labor. I’d be surprised if this guy had to work for anything.
“I’m flattered, really, but I just want to drink in peace.”
“Oh, come on now, gorgeous. A little conversation won’t hurt.”
“Really, I’m good.” I turn my head back to my drink, removing my hand from the top of it to take a sip.
“You look stressed. I can help with that.”
His hand finds its way to my thigh, squeezing me slightly. But before I can do anything, a different, larger hand removes it for me.
“She said she was done talkin’.”
This new guy is gorgeous. Broad shoulders, a barrel chest, arms that could totally lift me, coupled with beautiful black curls, freckles speckled across his olive skin, accentuating his eyes, which I'm sure are normally kind when they aren't staring down an asshole.
The man who was talking to me yanks his hand away and stands up, the bar stool scraping across the floor.
"Fuck off, friend."
"Not until you leave the lady alone."
The man puffs up his chest, sticking his pointer finger out, jabbing at the man with the curls that I'd love to touch.
"Why don't you fuck off so you don't get hurt, hhmm? Me and the lady were getting along just fine."
The man with the curls looks at me and I shake my head, both to say I'm never going anywhere with this man and please don't get yourself hurt.
"Doesn't look like she wants to go with you."
The man glances over at me and I fix my face into what I hope is confidence.
"No way. I'm not going anywhere with you."
The man narrows his eyes. "I bought you a drink. The least you could do is come home with me."
Curls laughs and oh, I would love to hear that sound again. "Imagine being such a dick that you think forcing a drink upon a woman entitles you to sleep with her."
The man draws his fist back and quickly releases, punching Curls straight in the nose, his head flying backwards. He stumbles but doesn't go down, his hand swiping at his nose to see its already bleeding. The man tries to grab for me but Curls stops him, landing several good punches of his own.
"Stop! He's not worth it!" I try to step in but it's pointless. I can't get close enough to stop anything.
A minute or so later it doesn't matter because the cops show up, separating the men and loading them both into the back of cop cars, Curls meeting my eyes and giving me a small smile before he's pushed into the cab.
"Excuse me," I stop one of the cops. "Which jail is he going to?"
"Travis County. The one on 10th."
"Thanks."
The men load up and take off as I turn to walk to my car and head to the police station. When I arrive, the desk officer tells me I'll have to wait a while for them to be processed, but that they will both make bail.
So I wait.
Several hours later, the kind desk officer rouses me awake and let's me know I can post bail. I do and they ask me to wait in the lobby while they bring him to the front. When he comes around the corner, he's talking to the officer that's escorting him.
"Yes sir, but can you tell me who posted my bail?"
The officer nods in my direction while extending his arm out, indicating that the man should proceed without him. Curls turns in the direction the officer pointed him and locks eyes with me as I stand, folding my jacket over my arm. He smiles as we walk towards each other, making my cheeks feel warm under his gaze.
"You bailed me out?"
"I had to. You saved me."
God his smile is like sunshine. "Oh, you didn't owe me anything, darlin'."
"I definitely did. That guy was a creep and who knows what else he could've done?"
"Well at least let me pay you back the bail?"
I wave my hand at him. "No way."
"There must be some way for me to pay you back?"
I gesture at his face. "How about you let me take care of that?"
He touches his nose and looks at his hand, seeing some dried blood. "Oh, no that's ok. I'll just go clean up-"
I step closer to him, hand stretching towards his face. "I can't believe they didn't get you checked out."
"Ah I'll be alright."
"Stop arguing and come with me."
He looks at me, all brown eyes and tiny freckles, a small smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. "Yes ma'am."
Oh I am so fucked.
He follows me to my car and gets in the passenger side. As I turn the key on the ignition, I realize I don't even know his name.
"I'm Tommy by the way."
I tell him my name. "But my friends call me Daisy."
"Well it's nice to meet you, Daisy."
We make it back to my place, as his truck had been impounded and so unavailable until morning. Tommy tries to decline my offer of a place to stay while he waits for his truck, until I ask if I'm so offensive looking that he wouldn't want to come up to my apartment.
"No way, ma'am. Quite the opposite."
He follows me upstairs, kicking off his boots when I kick off my shoes. He looks around nervously and I see him scanning all the windows and doors.
"You serve?" I ask.
He looks at me, eyebrows raised. "Yeah. Desert Storm. How'd you know?"
"My dad always scans a place when he enters it. I'm assuming you'll want your back to a wall too? Exits visible?"
"I…yeah. That would be preferable."
I gesture to my couch, which is against the wall. "Have a seat. Let me get my first aid kit."
I grab my kit and some ice in a bag and sit next to Tommy, who turns his broad chest towards me when he sits up. His eyes glance behind me at my bookshelf.
"That shelf looks like it's on its last leg."
I chuckle. "Probably is. I've had it forever and it wasn't high quality to begin with. Just some Ikea shit."
He groans, like I’ve just offended his entire ancestor line. "No, not Ikea! I could make you some new ones."
"What, are you a carpenter or something?"
"Similiar. Contractor. But I do know my way around wood."
"So do I."
Tommy shifts his legs at my implication and I smirk, dabbing at the now dried blood on his face, cradling his chin with my other hand.
His eyes are on me, so close I can feel his breath puffing out against my skin and I feel heat starting to pool between my thighs.
"Pride and Prejudice?" He asks.
"What?"
"On your shelf."
"Oh. Yeah. Haven't read it in a while but I was obsessed when I was little. Wait - have you read it?"
He smirks. "Are you surprised?"
"A little."
"My niece needed help with her book report. So I read it to be able to help her."
"You read an entire book to help your niece with a paper?"
"Yeah."
"That's really sweet. Not many people would do that."
"Oh I'm not many people."
"That's for sure.. hey Tommy, are you hungry? I have some pizza left over."
His eyes flick between mine, a soft smile appearing on his face.
"I love pizza."
"Great!" I move to the kitchen and start getting out the pizza, putting some slices on my pizza stone and turning on the oven to preheat it.
"I rented the new X-Men movie from Blockbuster. Have you seen it?" I ask as the oven bings and I slide the pizza in it.
"You managed to snag a copy?"
"I bribed the cashier."
He chuckles. "I haven't seen it yet."
"Ok cool. I'll put that on for us."
The pizza finishes reheating and I divvy it up, offering Tommy a beer. We sit on the couch, plates on the coffee table as I get out the DVD. Tommy whistles.
"You got a DVD player?"
"Yeah. It was my one splurge on myself when I moved here. Well that and a new mattress."
I fast forward through the commercials, cursing the makers for not adding a "skip ad" button.
"Is your boyfriend gonna be alright with us hanging out?"
“Yeah, no. I don’t have one of those.”
Tommy sits up a little straighter. “Oh? Why not?”
I shrug. “I just moved to a whole new city and wanted to settle in. I don’t like long distance because it just never works out. Plus I can’t deal with all the-” I twist my wrist in a circle “- neediness?”
Tommy chuckles. “Neediness?”
“Yeah. My job takes a lot out of me and honestly, I don’t have the mental space for a boyfriend right now. That’s why I like you.”
Tommy points to himself, eyebrows raised in question. “Me?”
“Yeah. I’ve only known you a few hours but you’ve already saved my ass and don’t act all high and mighty. Plus you have great taste in books and movies.”
Tommy and I finish watching the movie and I drive him back to the impound lot now that it’s open. We exchange numbers and promise to hang out again, both of us missing the glances in the other’s direction. Although I’m pretty sure he caught me staring at his ass when he was standing at the checkout counter.
“So you’re just….friends?”
Tommy nods, taking another sip of his beer. “That’s what I said, Joel.”
Joel studies his brother, his eyes narrowing. “She pretty?”
“So pretty she’d make a man plow through a stump.”
The corner’s of Joel mouth tick up for a second before he fixes a stern look on his face. “Be careful, Tommy. It’s hard for men and women to be friends if they’re attracted to each other. Someone’s bound to get hurt.”
“That would mean she’s attracted to me, big brother, and there’s no way. She ain’t lookin’.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“‘Sides, don’t you want a good example set for Sarah? That boys and girls can just be friends?”
Joel shakes his head, pointing at Tommy. “I don’t want her near any boys for any reason for her entire life.”
>>Chapter 2>>
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‼️HOTTIE ALERT‼️
BORO SMUT <3
Includes: Sub!Bottom!Male reader, Dom!Top!Boro, Sadist!Boro, Masochist!Reader, CIA!Reader, bondage, sexual torture, nipple play, edging, BLOOD, choking, videotaping, butt plugs, impact play, CBT, subspace, biting, knife play, use of “sir” for Boro, and probably more shit.
DUB-CON/NON-CON
VERY FUCKING LONG FIC BTW!!!
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SMACK!
A loud slap echoed the darkly lit, dingy, concrete room.
Your face was red and slightly swollen. You were half naked with your shirt off, but your pants and boxers were still on. You had a blindfold on, and couldn’t see anything.
Your breath hitched as a large hand grasped your cheeks and forced your face to lift up to face the man doing this to you.
“I’ll ask you again… What is your real name, and who are you working with?”
Your mouth wasn’t gagged, so you took this chance to show him that you would never tell him. You gathered as much spit in your mouth as you could manage and spat on his face, hoping you had hit him with it.
Unfortunately, you did hit him.. DIRECTLY in the face. This made him angry. REALLY angry.
He growled in aggravation before stepping back to think about his next move.
After a minute or so, he took off your blindfold. As the blindfold fell to the floor, you looked up at your captor. The well known Boro Polonia had you tied up to a chair and at his mercy.
He quickly grabbed a gag from the table next to him, and put it on you.
“You’re cute for an traitor. Since you didn’t answer my questions, I believe I’ll have to use… harsher… methods.” Boro smirked softly.
You raised a brow, curious as to what he meant. That curiosity was wiped off of your face as he punched your jaw to knock you out. Everything went black and your body went limp.
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Your eyes flickered open. You felt cold. Too cold. A shiver ran through your body before you really started to take in your surroundings.
Your hands were chained to the ceiling, and you were stripped naked.
You began to feverishly look around and thrash at your confines. A cry for help escaped your lips, but it was muffled due to the gag in your mouth.
After a minute or more of struggling, you heard footsteps. Your eyes darted to the person who had entered the room.
It was Boro.
He approached you agonizingly slow, allowing you to take in the fact that his eyes were on your body.
You began to struggle again, screaming against the gag.
Boro chuckled at your anger and fear. His hand caressed your torso, starting at your sternum and making his way down to your lower abdomen. Your breath hitched as his hand got dangerously close to your flaccid dick.
He looked down and then back up at your face, a smug grin painted on his.
“Now, let’s begin…” He strode over to a table next to where you were confined and grabbed something.
The room was too dimly lit for you to tell what it was. As he leisurely strolled back to his spot before he moved, you noticed multiple objects in his hand. You shook your head in objection and began to wiggle again.
“Shut up!” He yelled as he slapped you across the face hard. A muffled groan fell from your lips. A small amount of what felt like electricity rushed to your penis.
“Good..” Boro continued.
He began to show off the items that were in his hand.
“A whip to pry information out of you… A sounding rod for later, and lastly..” He smiled.
“A knife.” His eyes burned holes into your body, causing the slightest blush to appear on your cheeks.
Your cock was now half hard and Boro liked that. He smirked, enjoying seeing you like this, and even starting to grow hard himself.
After a minute or so of him peering at your body, he stepped back and put two of the three items down on the table. The object remaining in his grasp was none other than the whip.
“I’m going to remove your gag, and you will tell me what you know. If you do not comply, I will hurt you until you do.” Boro announced with a straight face.
He walked up to you and removed your gag. Spit dripped out of your mouth due to being gagged for so long.
You noticed that the whip in his hand was not a normal whip. It was a type that was designed for torture and could even kill you in severe cases. It had metal beads at the end that were followed by some knots as well. You shivered slightly.
“Tell me what you know.” He said coldly.
You glared at him before speaking.
“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you anything.”
His brow furrowed.
“So be it.” He muttered.
CRACK!
The first lash of the whip ran diagonally across your torso, leaving a deep-ish gash. Blood trickled from the wound, staining the concrete floor below you. You were paralyzed in shock. Nothing could come out of your mouth. Not a single sound. Tears welled up in your eyes from the pain.
WUH-PSHH!
Another lash. Another wound across your torso. The pain was immense, and for some reason.. your cock was fully hard. The pain of the whip and the shame of being hard mixed together causing your mind to spiral. You couldn’t tell him what he wanted to know, yet you wanted this to stop. To stop your shame. Your pain. Your pleasure that felt wrong to feel. Tears trickled down your face and your mouth opened.
“Please stop… no more! I- I’ll tell you what you want to know…”
You closed your eyes in guilt. You were betraying the CIA.
Boro paced up to you and looked down and your hard dick.
“Hmm.. It seems that, deep down, you want me to keep going.” He snickered.
You shook your head rapidly, clearly signaling that you didn’t want to be whipped again.
“I’ll tell you what you want to know.. just please no more whipping.” You cried.
Boro smiled at this.
“Go on. Tell me.”
You nodded. ‘I’m sorry everybody.’ You thought.
“My name is M/N L/N.. and I work for the CIA.”
Boro looked extremely pleased as you said this.
“Good boy…” He praised as he brought one of his hands over your whip lashes.
You winced in pain, yet your cock twitched and leaked a bead of precum. He noticed this and chuckled.
“You like the pain, don’t you M/N?” He teased as he brought his finger tips down your dick and lightly touched the tip.
A soft moan escaped your lips as he did so. He grinned and began to stroke you.
“Fuck.. Ngh…” You gasped out.
“I think you deserve a reward for betraying your colleagues.” Boro suggested.
He then stopped stroking your dick and stepped to the left of you. On the wall, there was a lever that caused the chains confining you to suspend you slightly. He pulled the lever and that caused you to fall to the ground. You groaned slightly. He walked over to you and unshackled your hands. He quickly pulled out some handcuffs and cuffed your hands together.
“Good.. Now, time for your reward.” A sweet, but slightly menacing smile appeared on his face.
“Kneel.” Boro ordered.
You obeyed, not wanting to be whipped again. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing. He unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. There was a massive bulge in his boxers. Your breathing got faster as you eyed his clothed cock.
He pulled over a chair that was close to him. He took off his boxers before sitting down. His cock was huge. He was about 8 inches and girthy. He noticed the surprise in your eyes and laughed.
“You know what to do, M/N.”
A smirk was painted on his face as you attempted to crawl to get closer to him. Your hands were cuffed behind your back. You breathed shakily before licking the underside from the base to the tip. You then began to kiss and lick at the tip. A groan escaped Boro’s lips. As you started to bob your head up and down on his length, you brought your hands up to stroke what you couldn’t suck. He didn’t like this and growled. He tapped your cheek a few times and you stopped sucking. Once he had your attention, he spoke.
“Ah ah ah.. No hands.” He nodded in acceptance as you continued to suck him off, this time with no hands.
Eventually, he wanted to feel more of your throat, but you wouldn’t go any further. He tangled a hand into your hair, and gripped it. He pushed down on your head so that you took him all the way to the base. Your nose was shoved into his trimmed pubic hair. You moaned softly. Boro smirked and continued to face fuck you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you gagged here and there. After a few minutes, you learned to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. A loud groan left Boro’s mouth as he had came into your mouth. He didn’t pull his dick out of your throat.
“Swallow all of it. You will take what I give you with appreciation for it.”
You swallowed all of his cum. The salty and bitter taste staying on your tongue, but for some reason, you wanted more.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled his cock out of your mouth. He was still half hard. You looked up at him, waiting for his next move.
He got up and stripped himself of his remaining clothes; that being his shirt. You blushed hard as you saw his defined biceps and toned abs.
“Get up.”
You obeyed. Once you were up, he nudged you over to the table that had numerous…devices… on it. He pushed them away and laid you on it. After he made sure that you were secure on the table, he grabbed a camera he pushed out of the way before. He set it up on a stand behind you so that when your face hung off the table, it would catch your face. And not just that, it would get EVERYTHING.
Boro walked back to his spot beforehand and smiled.
“Hello.” He greeted the camera.
“As you can see, I have one of your agents here.”
As you heard those words, you flushed in embarrassment. He was going to send this video to the CIA. The camera could see your body. Your hard cock. Your blushing face.
“For every minute that you do not rescue him, I will test his limits. I will push past them and ultimately break them.”
As he finished his sentence, you cried out. He had suddenly pushed his dick inside of you without any prep or lube whatsoever. You wanted to cover your mouth and stop the moans spilling from it, but your hands were handcuffed behind your back.
You moaned in both pain and pleasure as he began to thrust in and out.
“I don’t know.. I don’t think you should rescue him. He seems to be enjoying this.” Boro snickered.
His hands held your thighs apart and pushed them back as he fucked you in a standing missionary position.
“Aaahh… fuck.. Boro!~” You couldn’t help but moan his name.
He smirked at this.
“He’s really enjoying this.” He said to the camera.
Suddenly, he pulled out, and flipped you so that you were bent over the table. You looked confused as he did this.
“Wha-“ You were cut off as he thrusted back inside of you harshly.
He pounded into you, and the camera caught all of your faces of ecstasy. Your eyes rolled back as he hit your prostate.
It felt so fucking good for being so fucking wrong.
You started to go into subspace. Only being able to focus on the pleasure. His large dick and the way it felt inside of you. Drool seeped from your open mouth.
SMACK
He spanked you hard. This immediately woke you up from your trance. Your cock twitched from the pain.
“We’re going try something fun, okay?” He chuckled.
You couldn’t see behind you as he picked up a knife that was moved to the side and a sounding rod. He was nice enough to lube up the sounding rod before putting it against your tip. Your eyes widened as you realized what it was.
“W-wait!!” You begged.
He disregarded your please for mercy as he shoved it into your urethra in one go. You screamed in pain, only the slightest bit of pleasure filling the back of your head.
You breathed heavily, thinking it was over as he began to fuck you again. Boy, were you wrong…
Remember the knife he picked up? Well, he’s gonna use it.
As he continued to plow into your tight ass, he brought the knife up to your lower back.
“Want me to make you mine, baby?” He asked quietly so that the camera wouldn’t pick up the noise.
You nodded, thinking he would cum inside of your or something among the lines.
He grinned maliciously as he slowly began to carve the name “Boro,” into your lower back.
“FUCK!” You screamed in agony.
Tears of pure pain streamed down your face. It hurt so fucking bad, but something about it had you feeling just a smidge closer to your orgasm.
You breathed heavily with occasional whimpers and moans echoing from your exhausted body.
Boro felt himself getting close as well. The knot in your stomach grew as you realized that you had a sounding rod in your dick. You took it upon yourself to beg.
“Please, sir.. Please let me cum!” You begged him.
“You may cum once I have finished.” He responded.
A small gasp left his lips, signaling his upcoming orgasm.
After a few more thrusts, he pushed as deep as he could inside of you and came.
“Fuck..” He groaned as he continued to fuck you through his orgasm.
You felt his hand creep towards your dick and start to teasingly tug on the sounding rod. He repeatedly pulled it halfway out and then quickly pushed it back in causing your hole to clench around his cock tightly. Eventually, he pulled it out and you came hard. Cum spurted out of your twitching dick as your back arched. You screamed out his name in doing so. A pleased smile spread across his face.
You breathed heavily once your orgasm was over.
“You think we’re done?” He asked, rasing a brow.
You gasped as he pulled out and quickly shoved a butt plug inside of you to keep his cum from spilling out. He then lifted you up onto the table so that you faced the camera. His hands then snaked around your torso towards their target.
Your nipples.
He began to pinch, tug, flick, and roll them.
It felt so odd, but so good at the same time. Your cock started to harden again. You wished you could hide your face from the camera.
Boro saw this pinched your nipples particularly hard and choked you, causing you to moan loudly.
He addressed the camera.
“Is this the type of employees you hire for the CIA? Sluts who can’t get enough of what they are given?”
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FINALLY!! THAT WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR A MONTH AND A HALF.
ANYWAYS, THANK YOU FOR READING!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND DON’T HESITATE TO REQUEST THINGS!!
-Charlie <3
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That's A Real Fucking Legacy: The Lips I Used to Call Home
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/former Tommy Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 1392
Warnings: I don't think there are any (let me know if I'm wrong).
Author's Note: Title longer than a Fall Out Boy song.
That's A Real Fucking Legacy Masterlist
Calling Boston to Wyoming a quick shot straight through would be laughable. It would’ve been laughable in the before but it is definitely laughable now.
But to do this with a baby?
It’s not just laughable, it’s a goddamn death wish.
The only way she’s calmest is wrapped up against her daddy’s chest, his large arms folded over her small body. It leaves him unable to do much else but it’s also the only way his own fear leaves his eyes.
There’s luck in the Fireflies, though.
Safe house to safe house, vehicle to vehicle. There’s no thick, rotten scent of the infected near until somewhere in Kansas City.
He feels useless, like he’s unable to protect the baby or you or anybody else. But despite stewing about sitting in the safe house with you and the baby, he does express happiness over the first alone time you’ve shared in about three weeks.
“You should be sleeping, sweetheart,” he says, his voice laced through with a tone that says it’s not a suggestion. “You need your strength.”
The season is giving over from late summer to early fall, every day changing hour by hour with the walking and the driving. It was easy in the QZ, year by year. You knew what to expect, how to rest your body—you could seek rest for your body when you needed.
You need it so much more every day with the way the weather and the travel is going after your body followed by the stress of it all; the complex emotions this entire ordeal is brought on.
This was never a hope in your mind; leaving, going. Your eyes rolled every time Tommy talked about leaving the QZ, it was the subject of so many fights. He believed there was better and you only believed there was death beyond the walls of FEDRA protection. The longer time stretched on after he left, the more steadfast that belief came to the point that you shook with sobs and fear every time Joel made his trips across to trade.
“I'm fine, really.”
The bed beneath you isn’t what you’d call comfortable, not in the before times at least and definitely not in comparison to the worn in lump you were used to back in Boston. You’ve been laying together since the moment you settled into the safe house, everybody else going out to clear paths for the trucks to get through.
Baby babbles through sleep in her father’s arms beside you, not once have you called her by the name you ended up giving her. Not since he showed up. And the belief that beyond the walls means death is so hardwired into your body and brain that you can’t find it in you to sleep. That’s why he’s talking about your strength, sneaks you bits of his own rations.
You’re still breastfeeding, as well. When you can, anyway. It’s been harder on the road and the lack of any real privacy isn’t helping. No matter how he tries to shield your body, the awareness that there’s not just eyes but Tommy’s eyes is enough to run every part of you dry and cold even if it’s getting hotter and more humid with every day you pass into the south.
“You look like shit, sweetheart,” he whispers across the small space between your bodies. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re afraid to sleep.”
“Yeah,” you tell him, eyes darting down to your daughter between you. “I am.”
“I’m right here,” he says, hand smoothing down the hair at the crown of your head. “It’s okay, please rest.”
They’re gone when you wake.
It's just you in a cold and empty bed, a threadbare excuse for a blanket draped over your sleeping body along with his jacket. Alarm bells go off in your brain and then you hear the voices in the next room.
Joel’s.
Baby’s.
Tommy’s.
Nobody else, just them.
“She has your dimples.” Tommy.
There’s a small laugh and then Joel says he’s glad she got them on both sides, not just the one.
Tommy’s voice is tired, weather worn and rough from strain. Not how he sounded this morning when he left.
There’s a hunger in your stomach, growing and aching loud but it stops with every word spoken between the men you love that filters through the thin walls and half cracked door.
“How is she really?” Tommy asks. “Joel, I still love her—“
“How? How can you still love her when you left her alone for so long?”
“How could I ask either of you to come with me if I didn’t?”
There’s an annoyed kind of grumble that could only belong to Joel and then silence that stretches on just long enough to make you think there’s space to move forward into the conversation but then it breaks.
“I wouldn’t say that she’s good, Tommy.” You can hear the way his leg bounces to entertain the baby. “None of us are good anymore but, my God, she’s fucking amazing.”
“Yeah?”
Joel clears his throat. “Yeah.”
“Do you love her?” The younger man asks.
A beat.
Another.
Two more.
“I feel a whole lot more for that woman than just love, Tommy,” he finally says. “I know you’re hurting but you have to understand that I—we thought that you were dead. She hurt for a long time and I watched her do that and I did my best to be there for her but—“ Baby babbles to interrupt him and you can practically see the smile in the laughter that follows.
Those feelings, the existence of them, aren’t new to you. Still, every time he insinuates their existence your head gets light—fuzzy and warm.
“But what, Joel?” Tommy prompts him. “I’m trying to understand this, because I want to not hurt and I want to look at this little girl and not want to cry.”
“Yeah.” A chair creaks and you assume somebody sat forward or back. “I want to look at her and not want to cry, too, but I felt that with Sarah—I feel that with you, Tommy, you might as well have been my first kid sometimes. It wasn’t just me that was there for her through all that hurt over those years, she was there for me and refused to let me pull away. Being with her is the closest I feel to who I was before, I need you to understand that.”
“That's how she made me feel, too,” Tommy responds. “But I don’t know if I’ll ever really understand.”
“I guess that’s fair,” Joel concedes. “Hell, that’s more than fair, you’re probably really sick of us asking you to understand. Can I have Baby back now?”
Confusion floods through you, you were certain the calm, happy babbles were because she was tucked into her daddy’s arm; bouncing on her daddy’s leg.
“Does she have a name?” Tommy asks. “Or have you just been calling her Baby this whole time? I know you’re afraid to get attached, Joel, but—“
“We named her Thomasin,” Joel says, that stern, warning shot in his tone again. Begging his brother to understand this, that this was the honor you could give his memory—that you named what was born out of grief and love for him after him. “We call her Thomi for short but we’ve been thinking about changing it. We figured it would make you uncomfortable.”
“No,” Tommy answers. “No, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”
Hunger grows loud again but so, too, does the blood rush of his words up your neck, into your cheeks and between your ears. For all the tears and all the yelling and the hurt of fresh cuts on closed wounds his arrival brought back into your life, those are the words of the man you once loved. It has been weeks and he is holding her, speaking about her—about you—so gently. Despite saying he doesn’t understand, it’s there in his voice and lacing through every one of his words and it grows stronger each day closer to Jackson.
“I promised her that I’d come back for her, give her a safer and happier life that she deserves,” Tommy starts again. “I’m heartbroken that it won’t be with me, Joel, but I am glad it’s with you.”
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Hope - Gotta be Hopeful
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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.
Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader
Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So happy y'all loving this fic. Sorry in advance for this angsty chapter ♥️ slightly shorter chapter but it'll all make sense in the end 🙊)
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Your brows pulled together as you eyed the time on the clock. It was gone midnight and the later it got the more worried you became. Alec had promised you that he'd get back no later than 11 and had sworn to call if that was to change. So the fact that it was just shy of 12:30 had you picking up your phone and opening your contacts.
Your brows pulled tighter when Tommy's name started to flash on your screen.
"Tommy, what's up? Everything okay?"
"No." He choked down the phone and your stomach sank.
"What's happened?" You managed to ask as your hands started to shake.
"Joel and Alec were heading back from the bar and... Shit... They were heading back and..." He trailed off and your throat tightened as you waited for him to continue "They were in an accident..."
"What do you mean?" You sobbed as your eyes flitted to the photo Alec has recently had printed and framed of you all at one of the many weekend BBQs you'd had. Joel smiled as he held a giggly Sarah in his arms with Noah at his feet, grabbing his jeans as he grinned at his friend. You and Alec were in a natural embrace. He's kissing your temple as you grin at the camera whilst Tommy stood to one side scrunching his face at the two of you.
You had taken a few but that was the one you'd ended up picking. It emphasised the family-like unit that had developed between you all.
Tommy's sob pulled your attention back to the call you were on and you fought to keep yourself together. "I'm on the way to the hospital now with Sarah... Shit... shit it's bad. It's really bad."
"What hospital Tommy?" He gave you the address and told him you were leaving before heading up to Noah's room.
You picked up the sleepy toddler and grabbed the emergency to-go bag that Alec always had packed for him. The little boy was confused when you carried him to the car and put him in his seat but you tried your hardest to stay calm so that he didn't get worried.
"Where's daddy?" He asked sleepily as he wiped his eyes and you choked back a sob.
"We're going to see Daddy, honey." You said softly as you jumped in the driver's seat.
"Is daddy okay?" He asked softly and you shut your eyes a moment as you willed your tears away.
"I hope so sweetie."
...
Tommy was cradling a sleeping Sarah against him when you arrived in the waiting room. Noah looked around at his surroundings, his mussy clutched tightly in his little hand. His eyes grew wider when he saw Sarah and he grinned as he jumped up and down on the spot.
"Sarah here." He screeched, quieting down when you crouched down to his level.
"I know sweetie but she's sleeping right now." You said softly "We need to be quiet whilst we're here okay? There are lots of poorly people that need to sleep to get better."
"Are Daddy and Joel sick?" He asked quietly and you nodded softly.
"Yeah, baby... they are but the doctors are going to help them feel better." You said sweetly "But we need to be quiet and gentle so that they can rest okay?"
He nodded, eyes growing a little teary and you were quick to pull the toddler into your arms, looking at Tommy over his shoulder. He gave you a grim look that made your stomach sink. A short while later, Noah and Sarah were curled up together on the couch in the corner, fast asleep. He held her closely, the blanket from her emergency back draped over the two of them.
"What are the doctors saying?" You finally managed to ask and Tommy scraped a hand over his face as his eyes drifted to the kids.
"Joel was driving." He started and confusion filled your features at this new information "Truck jumped a light and t-boned them."
Your shaky hand flew up to your mouth as you tried to muffle the gasp that slipped from your lips.
"Joel's suffered internal bleeding and a bleed on the brain. They've put him in a coma and he's on life support. Won't let me see him till he's more stable. They're trying to treat the brain bleed without surgery but..." He trailed off, throwing his head in his hands as he tried his hardest not to fall to pieces.
"What about Alec?" You asked softly, listening to the soft sigh he let out before he raised his head to look at you again.
"He's in a bad way." Tommy confessed "Broken leg and arm. Internal bleeding and head trauma." He stated, taking a moment to compose himself "They had to remove his kidney and gallbladder..."
"What else?" You pushed, knowing there was more "Tommy, what else?"
"His spine was damaged too." Tommy replied, finally looking at you as his eyes started to mist with tears "They're concerned about the long-term damage but at the moment it's too early to tell."
"Are you telling me he may not walk again?" You sobbed, glancing at the children when Noah moaned softly in his sleep.
Tommy couldn't keep the tears at bay. They silently slipped down his cheeks as you looked at him pleadingly.
"They don't know." He answered honestly and you sobbed, cradling your bump when your baby girl started to move.
...
3 hours later you were finally able to visit Joel. The doctor had promised you that you would be allowed to see Alec soon so you resigned yourself to waiting. You carried Sarah, the lighter of the two toddlers and Tommy carried Noah as you were led to the ICU. Joel was situated in his own room, surrounded by different machines that were throwing out different sounds. Sarah turned her head, tiredly rubbing her eyes as she looked at her father who lay in the bed in front of her.
"Daddy?" She said softly, leaning back to look at you before returning to her dad "Daddy." She said, her voice growing more distressed and you hushed her as you carried her closer.
"Daddy's not very well." You said softly as you sat in the chair that had been placed beside his bed, Tommy pulling the spare sat in the corner up next to you.
"Daddy owie?" She asked as she pointed at the scratches visible on his face and arms.
"Yeah, daddy's got a few owies but they'll get better honey." You said softly "Just needs to sleep a little bit and then he'd be all better."
You knew it was going to be hard for the toddler to understand. You wished you knew what to do. Tommy was 19 so you knew that he was going to need help with Sarah whilst Joel was in the hospital. You were going to need each other as you navigated this mess.
Now more than ever.
...
Tommy took care of the kids whilst you went to visit Alec. He looked, physically in better shape than Joel. The doctor had advised you he was sedated but that they were confident he was going to recover.
They just weren't sure if he'd walk again.
His right side was almost pure plaster. His arm and leg elevated to help the healing process. You sobbed as you sat beside his bed, wishing you knew what to say to him. How were you going to cope if he ended up paralysed?
You were 6 months pregnant and had a 3-year-old also. The idea that you were going to have a disabled partner too was daunting.
"Hey." Alec croaked, pulling you out of your thoughts and you jumped to your feet, cradling his face as you kissed him sweetly.
"Hey." You sobbed as you pulled back and rested your brow on his.
"Hey, no tears." He said softly as he used his uninjured hand to wipe them away "It's okay... We're okay."
You nodded softly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you drew your head back to look him in the eye.
"How's Joel?" He asked and you choked on a sob "He's not?..." Alec asked as his eyes grew wide and you shook your head.
"No... No, he's alive but he's on life support."
"Shit... God this is my fault... If I hadn't offered for him to drive-"
"No, hey. You can't think like that." You said as you placed your hand on his hip, pulling your hand back when you noted the stitches "Oh, sorry."
"It's fine, can't feel it." He said, shaking his head and your eyes widened at that "What?"
You were fighting not to break down as you stepped back from him and covered your mouth to muffle the sobs that wanted to slip out.
"Baby... what aren't you telling me?"
"You damaged your spine in the accident." You choked out, hand shaking as you spoke "There's... there's a chance that..."
"A chance of what?" He pushed and you sobbed harder "Fuck, baby you're scaring me. Just spit it out."
"You might not walk again."
The silence that fell over you both was deafening. Your whole body was shaking as you watched him process this news, your hand on your bump as she gave you a powerful kick. Making you wince.
"You okay?" Alec asked, taking you by surprise and then your eyes followed his to your hand rubbing where she just kicked and you nodded.
"Yeah, she's just making herself known." You chuckled as you made your way to his side again and placed his hand on your bump, smiling as he smiled at the feeling of his little girl moving underneath his fingertips.
"We'll work this out." He stated, eyes not leaving your swollen middle "It might now be easy but we'll get through this." He finished, looking up at you "I promise."
You nodded at him, lifting his hand to kiss his grazed knuckles. You believed him. No matter how this went. You were going to make it.
Alarms started to blare from another room and your stomach dropped. The sound of Sarah screaming made your blood run cold and you glanced at Alec before sprinting out the hall, almost colliding with Tommy as he was pushed from the room, Sarah crying in his arms and Noah clutched his leg. You pulled the inconsolable toddler from his arms so Tommy could pick up Noah, watching through the slits in the blinds hanging in the window as the doctors shocked Joel.
"DADDY!" Sarah screamed, thrashing in your arms as she tried to reach for him and your heart broke as you stood there and watched them work.
Praying for her sake that they could bring him back.
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Tommy Miller x f/Reader
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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: Some swearing.
WC: 3138
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Summary: f/Reader was in a relationship with Tommy before he leaves the QZ. She joins Joel, Tess & Ellie along with her twin sons to find Tommy, & when they finally see him, it doesn't go how she expected it.
YN'S POV:
When I found out Joel was going to find Tommy, I knew I had to tag along. At first, Tess wasn't happy that I was coming along.
Not because she thought I wanted Joel, but because she made a promise to Tommy, that she was going to keep me safe, and by keeping me safe, that was keeping me in the QZ.
I met Tommy when he and Joel first arrived in the Boston QZ. I was instantly drawn to them. They barely spoke to anyone when they first arrived but I was able to get to know Tommy after we ended up working on the same shifts. I learned about his life before the Outbreak.
But Tommy started to hate it in the place I have learned to call home. A place that was free from the Infected. Yeah, the people in charge were pieces of shit. He then met Marlene and became enthralled with the idea of the Fireflies and their ideas.
He was convinced that they could change the world and make it a better place for us, but they were just ideas.
When he would bring up me and Joel joining the Fireflies, I would gently turn him down as I hated seeing his face crestfallen.
Now him bringing it up to Joel, would cause a massive fight between the two of them. I would end up leaving them alone and heading to my place before curfew.
I would usually find Tommy at my door, needing a place to stay while he cooled off from his fight with Joel.
The two of us found solace in one another. We started as friends with benefits. Then I found myself falling for the charming man who was only a few years older than me.
After many months of the two of us hooking up, I told Tommy I couldn't see him anymore.
"Why not? Haven't I been good to you YN?" He asked me. Him clearly confused.
"Yeah, Tommy but I just can't keep doing this. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when," I trailed off. I couldn't even continue my sentence.
"When what, YN?" He stood up from his spot on the couch, in my apartment.
"Doesn't even matter Tommy."
"Come now baby girl, tell me what is wrong." He went to put his arms around me to console me but I just shrugged him off.
"I can't keep pretending everything is fine when I have fallen for you."
"We made a deal that we wouldn't do that YN." His voice was low as he put his arms at his side.
"I know but I just couldn't help it. I tried to fight it, I did Tommy."
He opened his mouth to say something else when he closed it, turned around and grabbed his coat and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
He left me standing there, stunned at what just happened.
My heart felt like it shattered into a billion pieces at that very moment, instantly regretting having this conversation.
I made myself busy and took on extra shifts to keep myself occupied. It worked during the day, but when I was alone, the thoughts came rushing back.
A few days after our conversation, I found myself re-reading Anne of Green Gables for what seemed to be the 100th time, there was a knock on my door.
It was past curfew, and I knew that no one should be coming.
I got up and looked through the peephole and to my surprise it was Joel. I opened the door and I could by the look on his face that this wasn't a happy visit.
"What's wrong?"
"We have to go, now." He said to me.
"Joel, I am not leaving and risk getting caught unless you tell me what the hell is going on." I stood my ground for once with him.
"It's Tommy. He got into a fight and he won't let me nor Tess fix him up. He is asking for you." That had me pushing past Joel, not caring if I got caught for being out past curfew. I had to get to Tommy.
But that night, if it wasn't for Joel, I most certainly would have been caught.
The two of us walked quietly and swiftly through the streets of Boston QZ and made it to Joel's apartment.
"I have to warn yeah YN, he got it pretty bad." I nodded my head in understanding, waiting with bated breath as he took his time to open his door.
I could hear Tommy and Tess arguing.
The two of them quieted down when Joel and I walked in. Tess looked relieved and moved away from Tommy.
"Joel and I will just be in the other room." She said as she placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.
I got to work, doing my best to clean him up as best as I could, with what little I had. The two of us didn't speak, me trying to concentrate and him, well who knows why.
"YN," He finally spoke. I stopped bandaging his hand and looked up at him, but the anger I felt towards him came rushing back at that very moment.
"YN, will you please look at me."
"Why? I have nothing to say to you, Tommy."
"That isn't true baby girl." My head snapped up at the nickname.
"You do not get to call me that. Once I am done here, I am through with you. I poured my heart out to you and what did you do? Walked out the door and didn't even bother to look back."
I went back to work on him, looking over each bruise and cut. Made sure that nothing was broken. "I left because you are too good for me YN."
I snorted at that and kept working.
"It's true, at least to me YN. When you told me how you felt, I could just see myself screwing up your life. You deserve someone better than me."
"I should be the one to decide that, not you. Can't you see it has been you since we got to know each other Tommy?" I sighed. I could feel myself getting tired.
"I can do all I can do. Keep the cuts clean and change the bandages. Only light work for a few days."
"You would have made a great Doctor YN." I gave Tommy a forced smile. I was just in my second year of schooling when the Outbreak happened. I help out now in the QZ when I can for the smaller ailments.
I was about to get up when I felt Tommy place his hand on my arm. "You know I love you too YN. Being away from you these last few days has been horrible, but I can't stand to lose you as a friend."
"You won't Tommy. I am not going anywhere."
That night we had our first kiss as a couple with his older brother coming out to make fun of him. A playful side of Joel that doesn't come out that often.
But as the years went on, Tommy couldn't stand living in the QZ anymore and that was the cause of our big fights.
And one day he was just gone. He left in the middle of the night, knowing I would make him stay. It was after a massive fight he had with Joel I came to find out later.
My heartbroken once more. Not knowing if he was okay or not. Two days later I found a note he wrote for me.
He told me that he loved me and that he will be back for me. To take me away from this hell hole that we have come to call home.
That was five years ago and he hasn't returned. Joel was the one who communicated with him. I was so angry with Tommy and he knew it.
When it was my turn to send out a message, Tommy never responded. I tried a few times but Tommy decided to cut me out his life and I had to learn to accept that as I had more important things to worry about, or should I say two little someone's.
I found out a few weeks after Tommy left that I was pregnant. When it came time to deliver, I was stunned when two boys came.
Theo and Tate Miller, I named them.
And that has brought me here to this very moment, Joel was beyond pissed when the three of us joined him, Tess and Ellie, on this adventure as I called it for the boys.
"I am not leaving them behind. Who knows what FEDRA would do to them," I could see that Joel was fighting an inner battle with himself, but he knew we would just follow behind him.
And he also knew I was right. If I stayed behind, he knows that I would be detained, along with my sons. I would have been tortured or the boys of been tortured as well.
"Fine, but the children stay in the middle. No wondering off, got it?" He said sternly to his nephews.
"Yes, Uncle Joel."
Ellie stood between them and held their hands and asked them questions as we walked toward the ruins of the old city.
Things were going smoothly until all hell broke loose. First I saw Ellie's arm and her head almost got blown off.
"I am not infected. I am immune. I have been like this for like three weeks." I had the boys behind me as I looked at Joel to see what the fuck he wanted to do.
So we waited it out and Ellie was right. She showed no signs of being infected and I was stunned.
And the next thing I knew, we were running for our lives and trying to stay quiet as the Clickers can't see shit.
Then Tess became infected and stayed behind to sacrifice herself.
The five of us that were left, ran out of the building. Theo slipped from my grasp on the way out, but Ellie was able to grab him and pull him up.
We watched as the building went up in flames, my heart breaking at the thought of losing Tess, but we had to move on. We couldn't stay here any longer than we needed to.
We walked to Bill and Frank's place. I was excited to meet them as I heard so much about the from Tess. When I asked Joel about them, all he told me was, "they can be trusted," and that was good enough for me. If Joel didn't trust someone, then there is a good reason.
But as we soon learned, they died together, on their terms. So we grabbed supplies and got in Bill's truck and headed on our way.
I sat up front with Joel and the kids sat in the back. "What are you gonna do when you see him?" I asked Joel.
"Probably punch him." I couldn't tell by the look on his face if he was joking or not, but knowing Joel it can go one of three ways.
Punch to the face.
A hug.
Or a punch to the face and then a hug right after, blood pouring out of Tommy's nose.
"You?"
"Same." I might just punch him.
"Good. After what he put you through, you can have the first punch."
"Thank you, Joel."
Joel was furious that Tommy left and he became almost enraged when I told Joel I was pregnant. At first, Joel stayed away, not knowing how to take the news, but one day I came home and there was a crib next to my bed.
I found Joel, standing next to it looking kind of sheepish. I was at a loss for words.
"I know the baby can't sleep in your bed all the time so I thought, well," Joel was stuttering trying to show some type of emotion. All I did was hug him and say thank you and he patted my back awkwardly.
We got to the blockade and had to go around it. Ellie is sitting up front now and I am in the back with Theo and Tate, letting them sleep against me.
They woke up to the sound of their Uncle getting frustrated at us for getting lost in an unfamiliar city.
"Where the hell is everyone?" I asked.
"My thoughts exactly YN." Joel and I were on high alert, trying to see if there was anyone. Someone came stumbling out of nowhere, calling for help.
Joel didn't waste a second as he backed up and got away from the obvious trap.
"Put your heads down," I told Ellie and the boys. Ellie went to question me but the boys quickly ducked their heads.
But then people were shooting at us and we had to get to safety. We ended up in some garage, Joel and I shooting at the small ambush.
We didn't hear the man walk through the back way. I felt something hit the back of my head and I went down, instantly blacking out for a few moments.
I woke up to Ellie standing behind Joel and the attacker, and Ellie shooting to protect Joel.
The man was begging for his life, but Joel quickly put an end to his pleas.
"You good YN?"
"Yeah, just a headache." I could see Theo and Tate peeking out of the wall.
"Good, we have to find somewhere to hide." We grabbed what we could from the truck and headed to unfamiliar territory.
The tears were streaming down my face as I helped Joel and Ellie bury Sam and Henry. Poor Sam became infected and his own brother shot him.
We tried to get the gun away from Henry, but he turned it on himself before we could stop him.
Joel and I moved the bodies outside and picked the spot where we could bury them. Ellie insisted on helping us and I let her, even though Joel said no.
The boys weren't too far from us as they know not to go far. They have been quiet since they witnessed their friend get shot.
But this is just how this world is now. We either kill when we have to or become the Infected.
"Which way is West?" Ellie asked. Joel looked around and pointed in the direction. Ellie took her backpack and started to walk that way.
I dropped the shovel and grabbed my bag, whistling to get my son's attention. They quickly joined by side, gripping my hands as tight as they could.
Joel wasn't far behind us and Theo let go of my hand and waited for his Uncle to catch up. I turned to watch the two of them, smiling to myself as I watched Joel take Theo's outstretched hand in his and slow down his stride just a bit so his nephew could catch up.
Tommy told me about Sarah and that first night of the Outbreak. How Sarah died in her Dad's arms. That explains how Joel was and still is. That can mess someone up.
But when I see him with Theo and Tate, I can catch glimpses of what I assume is the previous Joel. These two have a hold over him and he will never admit it, but I can see it.
The seasons changed and it is now late Autumn, early Winter I am assuming. We have finally made it to Wyoming.
We found some good people who took us and even gave us horses to ride on. Ellie had her own, and Joel and Tate were on one, as were Theo and I.
We rode for a few days, stopping when we could to give the horses and ourselves a break and then we made it to a small community.
I made sure that I had one arm wrapped securely around my son as the people were giving us funny looks.
We got off the horses and I saw Joel go running. I heard him call out a name and I looked up and it felt like everything froze.
Tommy.
The two of them embraced and I knew they were questioning each other, and then Tommy's made eye contact with me over Joel's shoulder.
"I guess that is Tommy," Ellie said as she stood next to me.
"Yeah, it is." I had so many emotions running through me, I had no idea how to react. The two of them are now heading this way and a woman had now joined them.
"YN." Tommy barely had my name out his mouth and I was hugging him, telling him how much I have missed him.
He pulled back and gave me a tight-lipped smile and looked down at his sons. "These are Theo and Tate. They are very excited to meet you."
"And I am Ellie." Who stuck her hand out for Tommy and the mysterious woman to shake.
"YN, I believe you and I should talk."
"Oh, this is the YN, how nice to meet you. I am Maria."
"Hello, Maria, nice to meet you," I said to her before Tommy escorted me away from the small group. I knew the kids would be safe with Joel and Ellie.
"YN," He ran his hand across the back of his neck.
"Tommy what is it you can tell me." I took a step closer to him and he took a step back.
"I don't know how to say this, but Maria is my wife."
It was my turn to take a step back. I looked him up and down and the next thing I knew, my fist almost connected with his nose, but he caught it.
"You are a piece of shit Tommy Miller. You have had five fucking years to tell me you found someone else. I came out here to find you with our sons."
"You could have stayed home."
"And how the hell was I supposed to know you were married? You didn't tell any of us."
I turned around and stomped away from him, but he was trying to get me to talk to him.
"YN you have to understand." I spun around and pushed him away from me.
"Understand what? You got lonely? That you needed someone to keep you company? You know what the hell I was doing? Oh, no because you ignored me. I was raising your boys, telling them how great their Dad is and how he can't wait to meet them."
"And I want to get to know them."
"Nope, not happening. As soon as Joel and I can head back to the QZ, we are leaving."
"YN, come on."
"Fuck you Miller. Have a nice life."
PART 2
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12/10/2023 - Weekend Update
Nerdie! Look at you staying on a schedule.
I know! Being half-way organized. It's kinda nice.
We'd never thought we'd see the day. So what's new?
I made some fic posts this week:
Sard'ika Sessions - Session Two (Din Djarin x plus size female reader)
Christmas List (Robbie Reyes x reader)
The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore (Volume 3)
A New Tradition with Frankie (Frankie Morales x GN reader)
We also spread positivity though everyone's ask boxes and exchanged lovely messages with each other and loved on each other.
Read anything this week?
I did. A large portion of it is in my Fanfic appreciation post volume 3 which the link is above. I also started a volume 4 because I love highlighting different author's works that I've enjoyed. 😀
I'm just going to pick my top three for the week:
Don't Drink the Punch by @wildemaven (Soft Dave and female reader. I'm a fan of soft Dave. He can be soft and sweet. He and the reader are married and they're at a work event. It's lovely.)
Exposed by @maggiemayhemnj (Ezra and female reader. Turns out this is her first fic. I was flabbergasted. The Imagery, word flow and cadence are all from someone who's pen name is one word, like Cher or Homer or Ms. PayDay.)
Insatiable by @pedge-page (Frankie Morales and female reader. Part three of their three part emotional sexual odyssey with Frankie and the female reader. There's big feelings and lots of smut abound. But there is a sweet end to it.)
What happened outside of fanfics this week?
I was sick most of the week. I ended up in the ED at work and was out for the week. Thankfully I'm on the mend and should be ready this upcoming week for work and beyond! I caught up on different FBI shows, watched Loki with my mom (she wonders if he's going to be at a convention - I'm hoping not so she won't bum rush the man,) and bought a book on flowers. I've also been starting back up on learning Spanish again.
What's coming up this week?
I'm working on another Robbie Reyes fic - likely to be a one shot but dark because the Rider is dark. Gabriel Luna had a birthday this past week, @musings-of-a-rose sent me all the pictures so this is where we are in life right now. All Luna’ed down and what not.
I'm gonna try for some more fluff, maybe with Dieter, Frankie or Benny. Not sure who. We'll see.
I could, possibly, be working on one of my other series that I started and dropped like a hot potato. Maybe they'll have new chapters. People were reading them, which was the weirdest thing.
Session Three of Sard'ika Sessions will be up on Wednesday. The Way is paved with Space Smut according to the Maker. 🫡 We'll be at the mid-point so we're in for a shift, but no worries. Session four, five and six took up a lot of pages in my notebook and it was all outlined with a lot of things. Maybe some more improper beskar use? Might need to touch base with The Armorer on that. 👀 Didn't know that was included in the ancient ways either.
Nerdie, don't be messing with The Creed like that.
To be fair, I did mention in Session one that there would be liberties taken with both The Creed and The Way so the latter sessions are where more of those liberties are taken. Maybe a lot, maybe a little. You'll have to read and see. Different Mandalorians see The Creed differently, why can’t I?
I am curious about what liberties my Space Sister @linzels-blog would make with The Creed. 🤔
Wait, why is it weird that people were reading your other series?
Since I haven't updated them for months, I didn't expect them to get any comments, then they did. It was very sweet and got me thinking, maybe I should finish that at some point, or at least add to it. I'm trying to focus on one at a time. Can't be crossing streams.
We get it, but that joke though? Could have done without that. Any last thoughts?
I need to work more on the pickled Peña project. Haven't finished that yet. Stay safe and hydrated. There are nasty bugs that are wreaking havoc on people's noses and sinuses. We’re very happy that @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @for-a-longlongtime have lived to tell their stories.
Also check your knives and watch your tips. I guess you can palm the tips or take them and do whatever as long as you're safe about it.
Nerdie, what are you talking about...? Do we want to know?
If you know, you know and if you don't, find some hot tips. 😘
Stay safe and don't get any in your eye,
Love Nerdie 💜
(escapes to a certain moodboard 🍆)
Nerdie! You can't just say that and leave! 😠
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The Millers Buttercup Chapter Five
Pairing: outbreak/commune! Tommy Miller x F reader (past Joel Miller x F reader)
Word count: 3.2K
Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI (no smut this chapter, that'll be back in the next one besties), angst, mentions of medical stuff but mainly just angst.
Note: I'm so sorry for how long this has taken! I had a surgery and a health flare up which wasn't fun and then I didn't want to write the angst but it was essential to this chapter so I kept putting it off. I'm thinking that this is the penultimate piece and then maybe we have an epilogue?
Let me know your thoughts and comments/reblogs are more than welcome!
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Joel had been worried about you and his concern was piqued when you’d called out for Tommy after your brief conversation. After what felt like forever but was probably not more than a minute Joel followed out to the hallway, while the door was closed he could easily make out your voices.
You sounded upset still but it wasn’t long till your voice had a more upbeat tone, and Joel even heard some laughs. Your soft, melodic one and Tommy’s loud, infectious one. Joel’s heart felt relieved to listen to your laugh but he sighed when he remembered that you were laughing because of Tommy. You were laughing because Tommy was comforting you after Joel had made you upset, Joel cursed lowly under his breath. It felt like all he ever did was upset you.
He stepped away and walked into the room nearby that his brother had offered him. While Joel wanted you and his brother to be happy, the domesticity, the normalcy of this was too much. Joel didn’t think a life like this would ever be possible and despite what you’d thought and he’d said, he’d had feelings for you. Bigger feelings than what he knew what to do with. A life like this with you seemed pretty close to perfect but he’d never allowed himself to imagine something like this. He wanted the best for Tommy like every older sibling did for their younger one but it almost felt like a slap in the face for Tommy to be the one to get this life with you.
Joel couldn’t help but think about Sarah and it hurt. Isabel had Tommy’s smile but there was a way about it, something about her face and her energy that reminded him of Sarah when she was that age. So clever, sure of herself and full of joy. He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. It only hurt to think of her.
Joel tried to focus on his breathing instead, after a little while he heard you and Tommy leave the bathroom. After a couple of minutes Joel decided to enter the world again and he stood in the doorway, nobody seemed to have noticed him yet and he just observed. You were seated on the couch with the girls. Isabel was squealing and talking a million miles per hour to you and your bump, Joel smiled thinking she was so obviously Tommy’s child, boisterous and warm.
Joel carefully watched your interaction with Ellie and how much she lit up because of the interaction. Joel thought about your kindness and warmth, you were so welcoming towards Ellie. He missed your warmth but he was glad that it still existed, that you hadn’t had it beaten out of you. Even if it only existed for others and never him now. He watched Ellie’s eyes light up as she felt your stomach, it was painful to see her being so touched and unused to genuine, what once would’ve been considered normal interactions. She was a kid that didn’t deserve to grow up in the world she had.
“Uncle Joel! He’s been kicking!” Isabel squealed out. Joel gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded, you looked up at him, unsure of how long he’d been there. “Do you wanna feel?” She asked him.
“That’s okay, kid.” Joel doubted that you wanted him to feel that after everything and he wasn’t wrong, you exhaled at his response and felt your heart calm at that. Isabel was easy to please and just nodded as she continued to talk to the bump and Ellie kept her hand there.
“Here ya go, darlin’” Tommy said as he walked over carrying a plate that had a messy sandwich that you were able to convince yourself resembled a burger. He looked down at Isabel and shook his head chuckling, “What do ya think you’re doin’ young lady?”
“Talking to the baby.” Isabel stated matter-of-factly, grinning up at her father. “He was playing, daddy! Ellie and I felt him!”
“How do you know they’re a boy?” Tommy asked in between laughs as he picked Isabel up, tickling her sides, he then started to walk with her to the kitchen, “Come on, you can help me sort out a snack for you and Ellie.”
“And what about uncle Joel?” Isabel pouted as she squirmed in her father’s arms.
“Hmm,” Tommy paused, pretending to think. “Fine, I suppose we can make uncle Joel a snack as well.” He winked at her and she giggled. Joel gave a small smile at that and nodded at Isabel as she looked at him over Tommy’s shoulder.
Joel sat in an armchair across from where you and Ellie were, he was surprised to see that Ellie still had her hand on your stomach. He wondered if Ellie had ever had physical contact for that long. It didn’t surprise Joel that if she was going to be comfortable around someone here it would be you.
“How much longer till it comes out?” Ellie asked you.
“About another month, maybe month and a half-ish. Hopefully not longer than that.” You said making eye contact with her and smiling, she gave you a small smile and let out a quiet chuckle at that.
“Were you a doctor before?” Ellie asked.
“No, I was studying, pre-med, the degree before med school, when the outbreak happened.” Ellie nodded at that, that made sense to her. You were younger than Joel but you clearly had been at least a young adult when it happened. You took a bite of your sandwich before continuing. “I finished up with FEDRA though. It’s a bit of a different path now compared to what it used to be, a bit shorter as they’re desperate. Even harder than what it was before though. I specialised in ortho and traumatology” You continued.
“What’s that?”
“Orthopaedics, is the musculoskeletal system, so that’s illnesses and injuries of the bones, muscles, joints, tendons, nerves, and ligaments. Traumatology is wounds and injuries from things like guns and accidents.”
“Huh,” Ellie looked at Joel for a moment then you again, she smiled softly as she watched you finish off your sandwich. “That’s pretty cool.” You nodded, “Pretty relevant with the end of the world and everything right?”
“Definitely.” You let out a little laugh at that and gave her a playful wink, Joel broke his silence and let out a small chuckle. “Are you interested in medicine?”
“It’s interesting, I guess, but I wanted to be an astronaut though.” Ellie looks at you, curious what your reaction will be to her sharing such an impossible dream.
“An astronaut, that’s pretty incredible…” You tilt your head to look at her with a big, warm smile. “Well us STEM gals, need to stick together.” She let out a small laugh at that and playfully rolled her eyes which made you let out a small giggle. You close your eyes for a moment, it makes you sad that that’s not an option that she’ll ever have.
“Snacks are at the table, the rest of you can eat there.” Tommy comes in and says, Ellie gently removes her hand from your stomach and gets up, Joel stands, pausing to look at you for a moment before following her.
Tommy sits down next to you and rubs your stomach, you tilt your head to lean it against his shoulder as he stays by your side.
“There’s a flick on tonight right?” Tommy nodded in response. “You should take them to the hall for dinner and Ellie and Iz can watch it.”
“You don’t want to come?” Tommy asked softly, as he looked down at you.
“I’ll just have an early night. Sitting in the hall for a couple of hours in one of those chairs doesn’t sound fun with your offspring, sweetie.” Tommy chuckled at that softly and continued rubbing your stomach, kissing a sweet apology onto the crown of your head. “I think it would be good for Ellie too.”
“Yeah, I think so too buttercup.” Tommy agreed. “You’ll be okay?”
“Yes, Tommy.” You inhaled softly, taking in his musky scent then looked up at him. “Somebody needs to babysit your brother anyway, he’d freak anybody out with the silence and glare.” You and Tommy chuckled softly, he nodded and got up.
It wasn’t long before, you were putting Isabel’s winter coat on her for her to go outside. It was an odd sight seeing them all go out for a family outing, as normal of one as the Miller family could get to in the apocalypse.
Isabel gave you a hug and Tommy leant down to kiss your forehead before they left. He held onto Isabel’s small hand as they left the house with Ellie and Joel. You curled up on the couch, planning to have a nap and depending on the time maybe do some reading but you knew that realistically you would just nap.
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It was the stomping and the slam of the front door opening that woke you up from your nap, it startled you and you immediately sat up looking at the door. It was Ellie, Joel, Tommy and Isabel. The Millers walked into the house, it was an odd and unpleasant sight the four of them coming in like that.
Ellie was the first one in, she was visibly furious and immediately stormed off, Joel looked unhappy and frustrated. Tommy stood behind them all with a resigned expression and dread etched all into his gorgeous, usually more relaxed face. Isabel was still her usual sweet, sweet self but significantly quieter than usual. She seemed the most unaffected by whatever had happened of the four but her change in demeanour still said a lot to you.
Ellie and Joel were gone, you looked at Tommy with concern all over your face as you came closer to him. You had your arms out for Isabel, and she quickly came over to hug your side before Tommy had a chance to say anything.
“Iz, sweetie, can you go get changed please? Mama and I will be up soon.” Tommy looked at the younger girl, and she nodded.
“Yes, daddy.” She said softly, he leant down to kiss her head and Isabel hugged your side a little tighter before heading off. Tommy tilted his head to the kitchen, gesturing for you both to head in as his expression grew sadder. You walked into the kitchen and he followed you.
You watched him, the look on Tommy’s face was not one you’d typically associate with him and you’d very rarely seen him ever have any expressions like this. You leant against the counter for support as you watched him, waiting for him to fill you in.
Tommy’s brows furrowed as he tried to think of what to say, how to tell you exactly what had been said and how to do it respectfully. He was also dreading how upset he knew you’d be, he was upset himself but the fact that he had a family to think about that wasn’t just Joel made it crueller. It was unfair on everyone and he knew that.
“Hey, sweetie?” Tommy’s silence and furrowed brow just concerned you even more, you left your support of the corner of the kitchen to stand in front of him. You rubbed your hands soothingly up his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re not going to be happy buttercup.” He melted under your touch and he gulped on air.
“What is it?” You put one hand through his hair trying to calm him, his hand came to the small of your back tracing a pattern there.
“Joel wants me to take Ellie.”
“Take her in?” You questioned, somewhat surprised but not entirely. “Well yeah, we can uh- we can do that. She’s a great kid.” You continued, you knew there was more but you hoped it was just this. Tommy wouldn’t have worried about that upsetting you, you both knew that.
“No, darlin’.” Tommy sighed, meeting your eyes with a look of devastation. You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him waiting for him to continue. “A fireflies base.” He looked down at that, not meeting your eyes.
“Why the fireflies?” You finally spoke. Tommy rubbed his brow as he tried to think of the right way to phrase it all. It was a ridiculous situation.
“Joel doesn’t want anyone to know and I don’t blame him-”
“Why the fireflies?” You repeated. Joel didn’t want anyone to know about Ellie’s condition, which Tommy completely understood but Joel had to know that Tommy would tell you, Tommy knew he would as soon as Joel opened his mouth. You also knew Tommy wouldn’t hide anything from you.
“Ellie’s immune.”
“What?”
“She was bit maybe a year ago,” Tommy exhaled, looking around the room before turning his gaze back to you and continuing. “And well, nothing. There’s scars on her arm. She’s immune.” Tommy looked at you, your face was perplexed but you weren’t saying anything else.
“But-”
“She is.” Tommy answered, your brows furrowed as you thought back.
“It’s why she didn’t want me to examine her. Why they looked at each other like that…” Tommy nodded. You scoffed at it. “Oh my fucking God.”
“Yeah.” Was all Tommy could say before looking at you, you’d stepped back from him you were still processing this. It was certainly a lot.
“So…” You started as you quickly put the pieces together. “The fireflies want to use her as a lab rat?” Tommy flinched slightly at your words, he’d been expecting a response like this but he was dreading this conversation. He knew you were probably right but he hoped that wasn’t the case for Joel and Ellie’s sake.
“Marlene apparently has someone. They think they can make a vaccine.” Tommy repeated what Joel had told him as if it was a script.
“A vaccine?” You scoffed, you looked at Tommy waiting for him to click at how ridiculous he was sounding. “And Marlene has someone? They’ll be a med school drop out Tommy- all the researchers are dead. And all the doctors are dead.” Your voice was raising slightly and you felt yourself becoming more emotional. You were a cocktail of anger, grief, and disbelief. “Or they’re working for FEDRA and went down the path that I did.” You leaned against the kitchen bench, stepping further away from him as you rubbed your eyes, tears starting to fall down. “She won’t have anyone tha-that’s competent.”
You looked at Tommy, studying him, he was so quiet, which was so unusual for him. “There wasn’t a cure before, not when they had the resources… the people. They won’t even have the technology to try anything Tommy. They’ll just hurt her…” Tommy nodded, he had been replaying how the conversation would go in his head as soon as him and Joel had finished talking.
“And Joel wants you to take her…?” You asked, Tommy nodded. “What did you say?”
“I-” Tommy sighed out, stepping closer to you, placing a hand gently on your bump. “I ended up agreeing, he-”
“Tommy!”
“Buttercup I-”
“No! He can’t do that!” You yelled out, absolutely infuriated that Joel would ask that of Tommy. Your stomach was a balloon, about to pop with the latest addition to your family in weeks, not even 2 months. “He doesn’t get to talk to you like this, treat you the way he has and-and just always leave his messes with you!” You continued as your voice started to break. Tommy just held you as you ranted. “He doesn’t have that right Tommy when you clean up everything for him.”
“You’re not a mess, and you never were one, buttercup.” Tommy quickly assures you as he holds you as tight as he can, pressing kisses against your forehead. You’d always had this deep fear, an insecurity that had been a core part of you at the start and that would occasionally sneak up that that’s what you were to Tommy at times. That he’d only been with you out of pity over his brother’s actions and words, or lack of.
“You’re not a mess. And Ellie isn’t either.” Tommy continued as he sighed into the crook of your neck.
“Why did you say yes?” You whispered out. You needed to know the exact reasoning of Tommy risking his life for this, the wellbeing of his entire family.
Tommy exhaled and repeated his painful conversation with Joel while the girls had watched the film. Explaining the tension of when they’d all come in before. You listened carefully, you were upset with Joel but you still had sympathy for him. You didn’t agree with any of this but apparently Ellie was also set on it, you didn’t think it was fair though or that she could truly ever give genuine consent to any of this. She was Atlas, literally walking in the apocalypse with the weight of the world on her shoulders. It all explained so much. You loved Tommy’s moral compass but absolutely hated what it was doing to you all right now. But you were well aware that you couldn’t talk him out of this.
“Your child is coming along in 6 weeks, quite possibly 4. You have to be back in 3. And in a very much alive condition.” You said firmly, you hated the idea of him not being there for that and despite what your mind kept going back to you were trying not to think about the chances of him dying. You couldn’t handle that.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world buttercup.” He said planting a kiss on the crown of your head. “You know I don’t want to do this right? Or hurt you and Isabel.” He asked, you nodded your head. You knew but that didn’t make it any easier.
“Your heart is far too big for that body of yours, Tommy Miller.” You defeatedly sighed out against him.
“Are you calling me scrawny?” He teasingly whispered into your ear, you knew he was just trying to use humour to make you feel better, that was Tommy, your Tommy. While there was his usual playfulness in his tone, he didn’t really feel it and you could tell in the slight shake of his voice and by the way he was holding you, it was for your sake just as much as it was for his.
“Don’t make me laugh” You answered as you pressed your head against his chest, dramatically rolling your eyes as you listened to the beat of his ridiculously and sometimes stupidly, compassionate heart beat.
“That’s all I ever want to do.” He said against your head. “Not a sweeter sound, you know.” He closed his eyes as he wanted to just drown his senses in you, your touch, smell, voice. All of it. “Come on, let’s go see Iz.” You nodded and held his hand as you both made your way to her room.
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Love in the Limelight - Gabriel Luna x Reader
Summary: You and Gabriel decide that you want to tell they world you're dating at the red carpet of The Last of Us premier
Words: 2k
Warnings: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks
Notes: as always, Gabriel needs all the love and attention he deserves and requested by @pedritosdarling
Y/N’s POV
Stepping out of the limo is always the most nerve wracking part of these red carpet events, so I’m anxious and especially anxious tonight of all nights as Gabriel and I had a long discussion a week ago about telling the world we’re an item. We decided to do it tonight, at the red carpet premier of The Last of Us which Gabriel plays the flirty, southern drawling Tommy Miller.
The noise of the fans is almost deafening as I take Gabriel’s hand when he offers it to me to get out the limo. A sense of excitement and anticipation adding to the anxiety as I wave at some of the fans calling my name, Gabriel and I dropping hands out of habit. I feel beautiful and powerful right now, my stylist being an amazing person and putting me in a black, stylish suit tailored to fit my every dip and curve. The fabric against my skin I both luxurious and empowering and I can’t help running my fingers over the silky soft fabric. My hair is curled into waves, inspired by my stylists love for Peggy Carter which made me chuckle a little when he showed me my hair but I absolutely love it!
The cameras flash and fans scream and it’s a little overwhelming but it’s part of what you sign up for when becoming a celebrity of any kind. The fans are holding up signs with Gabriel and Pedro’s names, waving photos and pens and some are crying. It’s always amazing to see how much love Gabriel’s getting as he’s very underrated in my opinion, even if it’s a biased one. The very man is elbowing me lightly and nodding to the side where, to my surprise, some fans have merchandise of my character from Supernatural and are crying and screaming my name too so I do the only thing I know. I go over to them, greeting them and having conversations with them, letting them take pictures with me and signing everything and anything they want. One girl even asks me to sigh her upper arm, telling me she’s going to get it tattooed and it sort of blows me away. The fans always humble me and I always try to give each and every one the same amount of attention.
All too soon Gabriel’s sliding his hand into mine, apologising to the fans and guiding me into the theatre where the red carpet continues but inside is just for the paparazzi to get their pictures. His hand is warm and strong in mine as he squeezes it reassuringly, sending me a nervous smile before he’s letting my hand go and placing it on my waist. He pulls me close for the paparazzi and I can feel his russet eyes on me, gaze intense and focused, full of love and adoration that leaves me almost breathless. He looks incredibly handsome, dark curls styled and messy and that suit? With the turtleneck? I want to jump him here and now as it looks so fucking amazing on him.
I’m barely registering the flashing of the cameras as the air is suddenly thick with emotions between us, feeling like we’re in our own personal bubble, separate from the chaos that is the red carpet. I can sense Gabriel’s nervousness but at the same time there’s a strange sense of excitement building inside me as I’m unable to look away from him, not caring if we’re ruining the paparazzi’s photos. And then, without any warning, Gabriel is leaning down and capturing my lips in a sweet and somewhat sensual kiss. The cameras are going crazy and interviewers are yelling questions at us but I can barely hear them over the sound of my own heartbeat. In this moment, as cliche and cringy as it is, it feels like everything else fades away and it’s just the two of us, lost in the intensity of our feelings for each other. The kiss feels like it lasts forever and I never want it to end but, eventually, Gabriel pulls away and the world comes rushing back.
My cheeks are burning with the heat of the moment and the realisation of what we just did. There’s no going back now but I don’t mind that as now? Now I get to kiss Gabriel in public whenever I damn well please and I get to pot him on my social media as much as I like with no consequences. Despite the chaos we have caused Gabriel keeps his focus on my, making sure that I’m okay and feeling comfortable and his arm stays securely wrapped on around my waist trying to pull me even closer if it were possible.
We are ushered on to the next stop which is Gabriel’s interview with Samantha, I’ve had interviews with her before for the Supernatural premiers and she is such a sweetheart. She’s one of the few interviewers I don’t mind as she asks insightful questions and just makes you feel so much at ease during the craziness of these events. She’s greeting us with warm and genuine smiles that has some of my anxieties fading. She acknowledges me before going back to Gabriel which I don’t mind as this is his interview, not mine and I’m just happy to take in the surroundings.
“So Gabriel, you’ve played quite a few different roles but would you agree that Tommy is definitely the most complex and nuanced role? Can you tell us a bit about the preparation you did for the role and ho you approached bringing such a well loved character to life?” Samantha begins the interview.
“Oh wow, that’s such a great question,” Gabe nods thoughtfully, arm moving back to my waist as he formulates his answer with thoughtfulness, “Well, we were told not to play the games but I had played it a little bit years ago so I came to set knowing the basics about Tommy and it was just finding my own groove and working out what would work with him and what wouldn’t.”
I stand there, a sense of pride and admiration for the gorgeous sun kissed man, smiling softly at him before Samantha surprises me by turning her attention to me and asking me a question, “And you of course, Y/N Thornberry! You’re no stranger to playing complex roles with your experience playing Eleanor Winchester in Supernatural for the last few years, how do you think Gabriel did?”
“Oh! Well, I think it’s quite difficult to compare the complexity of the characters as Nell is a Winchester and hunting the weird and creepy is in her nature while Tommy got thrown into this life unceremoniously. I’ve played both games of The Last of Us and from the few times I was on the set and seeing them all act I think Tommy has really brought so much life to such a complex character and I couldn’t be prouder of him!”
“You know I just have to ask, you two? Quite the surprise, when did this happen?”
“We’ve been together for almost two years now but just wanted to keep our relationship separate to our work as there can be quite a lot of stigma around couples being cast in the same shows and I for one don’t want to affect Y/N’s career as she’s doing so well.”
“Do you think the same?” Samantha asks me and my throat is tightening as I begin to hear the paparazzi yelling and flashing their cameras right in my eyes. My heart starts to race as I open my mouth to reply but I can’t find my voice, my hands shaking ever so slightly and Gabriel is quick to notice, taking control of the question and answering for me. Samantha takes the answer graciously, eyes flickering down to my shaking hands a sympathetic look crosses her face, “I shall let you move on, have fun tonight the pair of you and we’ll continue this another time!”
We reach the photo spot, marked with a very small ‘x’ on the carpet and my anxiety is bubbling up again, making me feel overwhelmed again at the frenzy of cameras, voices and lights. I can’t a glimpse at Pedro and Bella now making their way down the carpet but quite a few cameras are still focused on us and the paparazzi are yelling at us to kiss, some for me to get out of the shot and just for us to pose for them.
“It’s okay, love. Just focus on me,” Gabriel’s whispering in my ear, voice low and comforting and that southern drawl making me shiver despite my anxiety. He’s pressing a gentle kiss to my temple and I’m taking a deep breath, feeling his strong presence and unwavering support. Those long and nimble fingers catch my chin and turn my head so I’m looking up at him to see that despite the chaos around us his expression remains soft and tender, eyes full of love and devotion. His body solid, warm and comforting against mine, feeling the gentle touch of his hand on the small of my back. His hair, a tumble of soft curls, brushes against my cheek and I can smell the faint hint of his sandalwood and vanilla cologne. My stomach fluttering as he’s searching my gaze for any hesitation and his touch gentle and reassuring, reminding me I’m not alone. He’s leaning down and kissing me again, lips tender and passionate despite the audience.
Gabriel’s pulling away too soon and before the nerves can bubble back up, Bella is appearing in front of us, a mischievous grin on their face. They wedge themself between me and Gabriel, wrapping their arms around both of our waists and smiling for the cameras. We follow along, sending confused looks at each other over their heads before they’re glancing up at us and exclaiming, “You guys are so cute! Totally telling everyone you’re my parents.”
Gabriel’s chuckling, a deep rumbling in his chest as he grins from ear to ear as he pulls Bella into a hug, yanking me with them both and Bella’s laughing as Gabriel replies, “Thanks Bella, we’ll take the compliment but don’t think we’re quite ready for parenthood just yet.”
The whole interaction seems to make the cameras and yelling ease up, no longer focused on us as Bella chats with us and begins the final walk into the theatre to watch the beautiful show that they both helped create. It’s a relief to have a moment of levity amidst it all. I’m sandwiched between the two of them, feeling Gabriel’s hand on the small of my back again as he gently guides me forwards while Bella has their arm linked through mine and we’re all giggling and laughing as the tension fades away. Even as we approach the doors of the theatre, the paparazzi continue to snap photos, their cameras flashing relentlessly but it's different now, more manageable. Maybe it's because we have each other, or maybe it's because the worst of it is over. Whatever the reason, I feel like I can breathe a little easier.
As we reach the entrance, Bella drops my arm and turns to us with a grin. "You two are so cute," she says again, teasing us.
Gabriel chuckles and wraps an arm around my waist, meeting my gaze with amusement in his own as he tells me matter of factly, ”We’re like the cool aunt and uncle now.” It draws laughter from all of the paparazzi that are within earshot, and their cameras are suddenly less intense. It's like they're satisfied with the shots they got, and now they're content to let us go.
We slip inside the theatre, the air cool and quiet after the chaos of the red carpet. I take a deep breath, feeling Gabriel's hand squeeze mine reassuringly. No matter what the magazines and websites post tomorrow, I know we'll be okay. We have each other, and that's all that matters.
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Next chapter of my Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider AOS spin-off fic is out! Take a read and enjoy! Let me know what y’all think of the story so far, I’d love to hear.
Chapter summary: A day in the life of Lisa Ortega-Cagney as she deals with the campaign for Mayor of Los Angeles and reconnecting with old friends. Meanwhile, Nico Minoru is forced to take drastic steps in order to solve the mystery surrounding Leo Fitz...
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Safe With Me
Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader
Word Count: 10,700+ (you voted and wanted a longer one shot!)
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: Listen, I have it bad for Gabriel Luna. Bad. As in no coming back. And I saw some gifs of him as Robbie (the first role I saw him in), I've been rewatching his episodes of Agents of Shield, and I had to write something. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for giving me an idea that, in typical me fashion, went completely off the rail and became an actual story and not just smut.
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**Reader is not described
Main Masterlist
Robbie Reyes Masterlist
Bold Italics are the Rider internally speaking to Robbie
Robbie never thought he’d be here, a driver to some rich guy’s daughter. He could feel the Rider, how beneath him the Rider felt that playing chauffeur was. But it was because of the Rider that Robbie was here, trying to get solid information on her dad, to prove he was the secret bad guy…and to bring vengeance.
When he agreed to be a driver for the family, he thought he’d be driving around the man himself, but when his daughter stepped out of the house, Robbie’s eyes went wide and he was momentarily speechless. He hadn’t seen anyone this gorgeous in…well, ever. She walked with confidence to the car and when he tried to open the door for her, she gave him a small smile and stepped around him, eyes roaming over the car.
“1969 Dodge Charger…you’ve made some modifications?”
She knows about cars?
When he doesn’t answer right away, she stops, hand hovering over the hood and looks up at him, her eyebrows raised as she waits for an answer.
“Yeah, uh..yes.”
She nods, glancing back down at the flawless finish. “May I?”
Robbie never lets anyone touch his car. No one.
“Don’t scratch her.”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Her fingers lightly brush against the black paint, the car seemingly humming under her touch. Robbie shifts where he stands, like he can almost feel her fingers brush against his own skin.
“She’s remarkable. And you’re sure you’re fine with driving me around in her?” Her eyes meet his again and he swallows hard. He'd thought the request to be driven in a car like his was odd, but he assumed Mr. Rich Asshole was a car guy. He never anticipated that it was his daughter.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She shifts a little, smiling as she glances back down at the car before moving around it to get inside the door Robbie had opened. She pauses before sitting and looks at him, so close he swears he can feel her breath on his face.
“If you change your mind, let me know. I’d hate to put this car in any danger.”
Robbie chuckles to himself as he closes the door behind her. If only she knew how much danger his car got into on a weekly basis.
Over the next few weeks, he takes her various places on a pretty consistent schedule, mostly shopping, occasionally meeting up with some friends, a random night club or two. Robbie finds her fascinating. He assumed that she would be pompous, like most rich people, that she would look down on others and treat them like shit. But she doesn’t. And the more he watches her, the more he sees how her smiles to her friends don’t reach her eyes, how she never wears the clothes she buys, the little sigh that escapes her lips before she steps out and into the club, her dress just barely covering her.
One day, Robbie was elbow deep in a broken engine when his phone rang, the one that he used only for his chauffeur job. He wipes his hands on his coveralls and pulls the phone out, surprised to see her name lighting up the screen. She never needs him on Mondays.
“This is Robbie.”
“Hi, Mr. Reyes. I’m sorry to call you on your day off, but..would you be willing to take me into town?”
He looks back at the engine, disassembled, pieces scattered all around, and she takes his hesitance as a no.
“You know what? I’m sorry, Mr. Reyes. I shouldn’t ask you on your day off. I..I’ll just-”
“No, no. It’s ok. I can come get you. Are you at home?”
“Yeah. When can you get here?”
Robbie glances up at the clock on the wall. “45 minutes?”
She’s quiet for a moment. “Ok. I’ll see you then.”
Robbie stares at the phone for a moment before cleaning up and changing, wiping the grease from his face and hands. Why had she called? She seemed a little off.
He got there in 20 minutes with a little help from the Rider.
When he pulls up, she’s there, walking quickly to his car. Robbie jumps out and starts to walk around to get her door but she waves him off. “It’s ok. I got it.” He nods, watching her walk to the car, hunched in on herself, arms crossed and hiding behind sunglasses. She gets in and closes the door, buckling her seat belt.
“Where to?”
“I don’t care, just drive.”
Robbie starts up the car, revving the engine a little because he knew she liked that. The corner of her mouth ticks up slightly into the beginning of a smile and he relaxes slightly, still worried about her.
“My dad hates that sound.”
It’s the first time she’s mentioned her dad, has said anything to him outside of polite conversation and chats about the car.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
She reaches out and touches his arm, lightly squeezing him. “No, please don’t stop.” Robbie stops the car as the gates open slowly and he turns to look at her, trying to see through her sunglasses.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Neva.”
Robbie’s eyebrows pinch together. “Neva?”
She nods, taking a breath. “It’s what my nanny called me. She was Russian. She said it meant snowy, or something like that. I was born during a bad snowstorm,” She clarifies and Robbie nods. Neva removes her hand from his arm and starts to pick at her nails, placing them in her lap. “She was the only one who really cared for me. No one else calls me that name. Probably because nobody cares.”
Robbie is speechless. He has no idea what to say, but he wants her to know that she can open up to him. Maybe she’ll tell him more about her dad, but it’s more than that now. It’s…wait, does he care about her?
“I’m sorry you have shitty parents.”
She laughs then, her head tilting back with the force of it, and Robbie vows to make her laugh as often as he can. As her laughter fades, she takes off her glasses and wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand.
“You’re a riot, Mr. Reyes. Thanks for making me laugh.”
He smiles at her. “Is…is there anything I can do for you?”
She stares at him a long time and he hopes she can’t see the warmth in his cheeks that was definitely not from the Rider.
“I doubt you can help, but thank you.”
“Are you sure? I’m pretty resourceful.”
She smiles sadly. “I doubt any of your resources could change who my father is.” Robbie opens his mouth to respond when she shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You don’t want to hear about my problems… so, do you have a sister or brother or girlfriend or…or someone?”
He studies her for a moment, amazed at how she instantly schooled her demeanor into a completely different emotion, as if whatever the shit was with her dad never happened.
“I have a brother.”
“Just a brother? No girlfriend? Sister! I meant sister.”
He glances away from her, hiding his smirk at her slip up by pretending to look out the window before he turns. “Nah, just Gabe.”
“Gabe. How old is he?”
“High school.”
“Ah. The fun years, or whatever everyone says.”
“What, you didn’t like high school?”
She shakes her head. “Hated it. Everyone was so fake and I just didn’t fit in. Ok, well I mean I made friends but not anyone I’d actually consider a real friend. Just kids of people my dad has connections with or wants connections with.”
“Your dad would use you for that?”
She grows quiet, staring out of the window. “He does.”
Robbie stops at the red light and angles his body towards her. “Hey, you sure you’re ok-”
“Does Gabe need anything for school?”
Robbie stares at her, her eyes pleading for him to take the change of subject. He’d follow her lead this time, but he tucks that information about her dad in the back of his mind. Something wasn’t sitting right with him about it.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re good.”
“That’s not what I asked. Is there something he’s into?”
“He used to be really into soccer before…”
“Before?”
Robbie took a deep breath. “Before the accident…Now he’s in a wheelchair.”
She squeezes his arm again and it makes his whole body feel like a livewire. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. Reyes. Do you guys need anything? What about any medical bills?”
“We’re fine, thanks.”
She takes her hand away like he had slapped her. “I’m just trying to help.”
He stops at another red light, putting on his turn signal. “No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just…everyone always wants to pity us. But we’re doing fine.”
“I never said you weren’t. I just..have the means to help. If you’ll let me?”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“Good thing you didn’t then. Now, what sorts of clothes does he like?”
Robbie could tell she was being genuine, not like most people with money who fake it just to use it as a tax write off or a photo op. So they spend the next several minutes talking about Gabe, Robbie telling her some fun stories from their youth as she directs him to a shopping district. He pulls up to an empty spot and parks, getting out of the car and opening Neva’s door. She gets out and smoothes down her pants as Robbie starts to head back to the driver’s seat.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to wait for you like I always do.”
“Oh no. You’re coming with me.” She links her arm through his and Robbie tries to slow down his beating heart, certain that she can hear it through his chest. “I need you, Mr. Reyes.”
“Yeah?” Shit, he shouldn’t have let that slip out. She didn’t mean she needed him, but she needed his opinion.
She squeezes his arm with hers in response, turning her head to look at him, her face inches from his. He swallows hard as his eyes switch between hers, his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. Her eyes flick down to his lips, his breath catching in his throat as she leans towards him ever so slightly.
“Ah, mademoiselle!” The store owner had come outside, no doubt spotting Neva, who frequents his shop. Robbie’s blood boils at the interruption but perhaps it was for the best. He’d almost forgotten that the reason he’s even driving her around is to get more information on her dad.
“Alexandre. How nice to see you.”
Alexandre leans in to kiss her cheek and Robbie feels her grip on his arm tighten slightly.
“What brings you in today?”
“I need some gifts for a friend of mine.” Neva launches into a description of Gabe that is so spot on for not ever meeting him or seeing a picture of him that Robbie is taken aback. Once inside, Robbie tries to extricate himself from her but she holds on tight, pulling him to some racks of clothes that Alexandre was pointing out, pulling things from the racks and tossing them at another clerk, who was frantically trying to hold everything. Once they had it all laid out, Neva turns to Robbie, gesturing at the clothes all nicely folded.
“How’s this? Is there anything he wouldn’t like?”
He can feel Alexandre’s eyes on him, like he knows he doesn’t belong in her world, like Robbie doesn’t already know that. He shakes his head. “I can’t take this.”
“Oh. Is it the wrong size? Or color?”
“No, it’s just…it’s too much.”
“Oh. Does he need another dresser?”
“No that’s not-”
“Mr. Reyes, you told me it was his birthday and I’m insisting on buying him some things. He’s been working hard in school and deserves a reward for all of his hard work. Now, is there anything else he needs?”
Her eyebrows are raised in question: why did she say it was Gabe's birthday? He doesn’t have time to think about that and he knows she won’t accept him declining her offer. “No. No this is more than enough.”
She smiles at him, one that reaches her eyes. “Good. Alexandre?” He’s there in an instant. “Ring me up. Charge my father’s card.”
“Oui, mademoiselle.”
She takes him to lunch next, insisting that she pays as this was supposed to be his day off. They go to some fancy restaurant with food that Robbie can’t pronounce, with portions that are way too small for the price, but they tasted great. Not homemade meals from his abuela great, but not bad.
He pulls up to the front of the house, putting the car in park before grabbing the handle, when Neva touches his arm again.
“Thank you for today, Mr. Reyes.”
He hesitates a moment before placing his gloved hand over hers, meeting her gaze. “You can call me anytime, Neva.” She smiles at him, squeezing his arm before turning, allowing Robbie time to open her door just in case her dad was watching. He can still feel her hand on his arm, how it felt to link her arm in his, how her laugh sounded, the way he made her smile, like it was only for him.
Damn, Robbie. You got it bad.
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“How did you find this?” Robbie stares at the car part in the box he’s holding in disbelief. “I’ve been looking for this for years!”
Neva smiles and waves her hand nonchalantly. “I know a guy.”
“No, you don’t understand. This is impossible to find.”
“Obvioulsy not as you’re holding it.”
Robbie looks up at her, a smile sliding into place. “I don’t..this is too much, I..”
Neva pretends to gasp, placing her hand on her chest. “Was I just graced a smile from Mr. Reyes?” Robbie can almost feel his ears turning pink, a little extra heat in his cheeks and looks back down into the box. Neva leans in a little closer to him. “I’ll have to do this more often if it means I get to see that smile.”
Robbie looks up, his eyes meeting hers. She’s close to him now. If he just leaned in a little further, he could press his lips to hers, feel how soft they -
“Do you want to put it in now?” Her eyebrows raise, but not before she glances down at his lips again.
“What?”
Neva nods her head towards the box. “The part.”
Robbie shakes his head, pushing aside the images of pressing her against the side of the car, her leg wrapping around him as they embrace. “Uh…yeah. But after work-”
“I have nothing to do today. Can we go now? I’d love to watch you install it. If that’s ok with you?”
I’d let you do whatever you want.
Robbie tries to hold back the smile he feels coming on, but he can’t. “Hell yeah. Oh, I mean-”
Neva waves her hand. “I don’t give a fuck about bad language. Also, that’s two smiles I got from you. I’m definitely spoiling you more often.”
Robbie pulls into Canelo’s Auto and Body, driving up to one of the empty bays. He hops out and starts looking for tools, gathering what he needs.
“Are you allowed to do that?”
Robbie turns to see Neva standing outside of the car, watching him open and close toolboxes. He realizes then that he’s never mentioned also being a mechanic.
“Yeah. I work here too.”
Her eyes go wide and she nods. “That actually makes so much sense now!”
“What does?”
She gestures around. “The cars. How you’re able to keep her-” she points to the Charger “-so pristine.”
“Yeah. It’s a good place. Owned by good people. I don’t know where we’d be without them,” Robbie returns to the drawers, finding the last tool he needed and closes the drawer. When he turns back around, he freezes, watching Neva remove her outershirt, standing there in a skin tight camisole that hugs her in all the right ways, framing her chest perfectly as she pulls her hair back off of her face. Once her hair is secured, she pats her head a little, making sure she didn’t forget any loose strands. She jumps a little when she sees Robbie staring.
“Sorry! It’s just hot out and-am I making you uncomfortable?”
“What? Uh no. No, you’re, uh..fine.”
Her smile makes his body tingle and he has a short, internal conversation with the Rider, telling him to calm his shit. Robbie sets up his tools, putting the car up on jacks. When he finally lifts the hood, he hears a soft moan from Neva as she steps around, her eyes fixed on the engine.
“Did you do all this work yourself?” She asks, standing so close to him that their arms lightly brush against each other and Robbie desperately wishes he wasn’t wearing sleeves.
“Y-yeah. I had to rebuild her, basically. The car was my uncle’s but he doesn’t need it now.”
She glances up at him. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Robbie chuckles. "Don't be. He's in prison."
"Oh,” She looks down, nervous, at a loss for words. “…well I'm not sure how to respond to that. I'm sorry?" She lifts her head and he can feel her eyes on him.
Robbie turns his head slightly to look at her. "It is what it is." He wasn't about to go into his personal business with her. Not when she's standing so close, smelling like her shampoo of strawberries and coconut. He can’t help it, his eyes flicking down to her soft lips, dragging back up her face to see hers tracing a similar path on his own. He brings a hand to her face, gently cradling her cheek as he slowly leans towards her, feeling her fingers lightly tug at his shirt to pull him closer. Her eyes close-
“Robbie! I didn’t expect to see yo- oh.”
Robbie and Neva spring apart as a man in coveralls walks in, rubbing a dirty oil rag across his matching hands.
“Hey Canelo. I just came in to install this piece.” Robbie gestures towards the box and Canelo glances inside, whistling in awe.
“Holy shit. Where did you find it?”
“I didn’t. She did.” Robbie nods his head towards Neva, who shrugs.
Canelo looks between them both, a smile tugging at his lips. “Robbie, do you really think your date wants to see you work on a car?”
“Oh we’re not-”
“We aren’t-”, they both speak at the same time and Canelo chuckles.
“Actually, I asked him to bring me. I love this car.” Canelo looks at Neva in surprise.
“Oh yeah?” He proceeds to give her a mini quiz, which she aces.
“Robbie, don’t let this one go. She’s a keeper.”
“No, we’re not-”
Canelo waves his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” He leaves, tossing you a wink before heading back into the office. Neva steps back from the car, giving Robbie space to work. He sighs, internally cursing his boss for interrupting that kiss. It would’ve been a kiss, right?
When he drops her off later, after taking the car for a much enjoyed ride, she touches his arm to stop him from getting out and opening her door.
“I think we should talk about what happened. Or, almost happened.”
She regrets the kiss doesn’t she? Almost kiss? We are from different worlds.
Robbie waves his hand, determined to get in front of this so he doesn’t show how her letting him down hurts. “It’s ok. Nothing happened so…”
Her face changes, a flash of disappointment before she expertly schools it. “Very well then. If that’s what you want. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Reyes.” And she opens the door, closing it a little harder than normal behind her. Robbie watches her walk away, feeling like he fucked up big time.
That’s because you did fuck up.
—----
For the next few weeks, Neva is polite, a coolness settling over their interactions after his rejection. He didn’t want to reject her, he wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, begging him for more. But she was the one who was going to stop things so why should he feel guilty?
She didn’t tell you that, you idiot. You made it up.
She asks him to drive her to a party one night, offering to pay him extra since it was after his regular hours. He agreed, of course he agreed. He felt guilty and kept trying to talk to her, but couldn’t find the words.
Don’t forget why you’re really here.
When he pulls up she’s walking out of the house, a snug, black dress that rouches on the sides, a slit going up nearly to her hip, and a neckline that plunges, perfectly framing her chest. She has on black heels and clutches a small black purse that is more for looks than practicality. Suddenly, Robbie couldn’t breathe, watching her walk towards the car, the dress sliding across her skin but never revealing more than it should. She makes it halfway before the Rider snaps him out of it and he jumps out, walking quickly to the other side to open the door. She gets in the car without really looking at him, smoothing down her hair as he closes the door. When they start to drive off, she sighs, setting the small clutch in her lap and leaning her face against her fist as her elbow rests on the door. When the gate is opening, Robbie chances a look at her. She looks phenomenal, but her expression doesn’t match. Her color is a little off, the sparkle in her eyes not really there.
“Are you ok?”
“Mmm?” Neva turns her head to look at him.
“You don’t look good. I mean, y-you-you look..just…but I mean, your face doesn’t…” What the fuck dude?
Luckily for him, she smiles slightly, a small chuckle escaping her. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
His cheeks warm, his ears tinging a slight shade of pink as he stammers on. “I just… I meant that you don’t look into this.”
“This?”
“The party.”
She leans back on her fist. “Oh. Yeah. I’m not really.”
“Then why go?”
She sighs. “Because my dad commands I make an appearance.”
“You don’t have to go, you know.”
She doesn’t look at him, her eyes gazing off at a point in the distance. “I’ve been through worse. I can survive a party.”
He’s quiet for a moment. What did she mean she’s been through worse? “Well if you change your mind, you know how to find me.”
He drops her off, watching her walk into the building that’s crammed with people, loud music blaring and lights flashing everywhere. He drives around the corner, parking just off property so as not to interfere with the valet and waits. He had a feeling. And sure enough, about an hour later she texts him to come get her. They pull out of the drive up and he puts on his blinker at the next light.
“How was the party?”
“Ugh. I couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone in this world is so damn fake. And they all seem to want my attention,” she huffs.
“Home then?”
“No way. Are you hungry, Mr. Reyes?”
“I could eat.”
She perks up, sitting a little straighter in her seat. “Great! Take me to your favorite place.”
Robbie chuckles. “I don’t think you’ll like it.”
“Well I like you so I’m sure I will.”
His stomach leaps into his throat. So he didn’t fuck everything up then. “It’s…not your type of place.”
She turns her head, her eyes studying him as he keeps his on the road. “Have you learned nothing about me, Mr. Reyes? Now drive.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”
He drives across town to his neighborhood, pulling up to park in front of a diner. Neva looks around. “This is it?”
“Told you you wouldn’t like it.”
“I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised your favorite is diner food.”
“And what would you know about diner food?”
“Oh ha-ha. I have eaten at a diner before.”
“Uh huh. How much did a burger cost?”
She punches his arm, fighting the smile that wants to come out. “Shut up.”
He opens the door for her, offering his arm when she goes to get out and she takes it, linking them together.
“Ok so, this isn’t my favorite place. But that one is closed and this is my number 2.”
“You know how to make a girl feel special.”
“Hey, I don’t take just anyone to Bertha’s. They have the best burger in town.” He feels her hold him closer and at first he thinks it’s for the neighborhood, but one mental smack from the Rider and he sees that she’s cold. Taking off his formal jacket, he settles it across her shoulders and she cuddles into it. Robbie swears he sees her smelling it out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t say anything.
As they eat, she opens up more, their flow settling back into how things were. Little flirtations, her hand brushing his, her foot accidentally bumping into his leg over and over, her moaning when she tries the burger. Ok, that last one was just the way Robbie heard it but it counted. In his head, anyway. On their way out, she notices the graffiti on the side of the building next door. She stops, pulling him back by their linked arms to look at it.
“That’s the Ghost Rider,” Robbie explains.
“Who?”
He launches into a generic explanation about the local legend of The Ghost Rider, how he has a flaming skull for a head and seeks vengeance on those who have done wrong.
“And by vengeance you mean he kills them?”
He stiffens slightly. “Yeah.”
“Hhmm…”
“Most people think he’s a murderer.”
“No. I like him. We need justice where there is none.”
Robbie is speechless. No one has ever looked at the Rider like that, at him like that. And she doesn’t even know they’re connected.
I like her, Robbie. Hold onto this one.
You just like her because she said she liked you.
They finish making their way around the back of the diner to the car, and Robbie leans over to open the door for Neva when she pulls him, facing her back to the car.
“Thank you so much for tonight. This is the most fun I’ve had since…well, probably ever.”
“Nah, it was my pleasure.”
She smiles at him, her eyes bright and inviting, making his skin prickle like a live wire. His body is growing warmer, and not from the Rider. She’s so close, her scent of strawberries and coconut filling his nose as she leans closer, her eyes darting down to his lips. He leans too and their foreheads meet, both of them breathing heavily as they stand there, the air around them crackling with tension.
“Robbie,” she says it quietly, but it’s all he needs.
Robbie’s hands come up to cup her cheeks, turning her head up to him as he presses his lips to hers, feeling her sigh, her body relaxing into him. He glides his tongue across her lips and she parts them instantly, silently begging him for more. His lips never leave hers as he puts a hand out, walking her backwards into the side of the car. Her fingers twist in his shirt, pulling him closer before she slides them around his broad back, trying to grip him anywhere she can. He drops his hand to the back of her knee and lifts it on his hip, her gasp breaking their kiss. He takes advantage of this, turning her head to the side and kissing the side of her neck, sucking on a spot just below her ear. She moans and Robbie gasps against her neck, feeling her skin pimple under his lips.
But then she’s pushing him back and Robbie stumbles, his eyebrows furrowing together. Did he misread the situation? No, she wanted this as much as him… His brain goes fuzzy as he watches her walk around the car, gently setting her ass against the hood as she looks at him, her eyes wide and dark with want, her eyebrow arched, begging him to come closer.
He’s there in less than 2 steps, hands cupping her face again as he brings his lips to hers, feeling warmth fan out from where they touch. His hands slide down her, taking in every curve of her body before he grips her ass, moaning slightly into her mouth before lifting her to set her on the hood of the car, her legs automatically opening and wrapping around him, trying to bring him closer. He leans her down, her back against the hood of the car as he continues to kiss her, lips soft and needy. Her fingers fumble at his belt line and he finally snaps out of it. Robbie pulls back and grips her wrist, looking down at her.
“I…this is not…I don’t want our first time to be like this.”
A smile crinkles up her eyes and Robbie feels it in his bones. “You’ve thought about us before? Our first time?”
“Oh, I think about you all the time, chica. I want the space and time to take you apart.”
She whimpers, his pants feeling a little tighter at the sound. “Fuck, Robbie. I want that too but right now, I don’t care about where we are. I want you. I need you.” Her eyebrows pinch up in question, fully leaving it up to him.
He smiles. “I can’t say no to you.”
He lays his body against hers, sliding his hand up her bare thigh while propping himself up with the other, his elbow leaning against the hood. He doesn’t kiss her, choosing to watch her expressions as his hand ghosts across her cool skin, disappearing under her mini dress. He ghosts his fingers across her underwear, chuckling when she jolts at his touch. Her fingers grip his forearms, nails trying to dig through the sleeve of his shirt as he draws light circles over her clothed cunt, her breathing coming out in ragged gasps.
“Please,” she begs, voice barely above a whisper. Gently, he dips his finger under her pantyline, sliding it down her wet pussy, tracing light circles at her clit. “Oh!” She gasps, trying to hold back her sounds because they are in a parking lot. Robbie had completely forgotten their pretty public display. His hand stills and she huffs, her lip coming out in a pout.
“Are you sure, chica? We’re pretty out here.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I need to feel you inside me, Robbbie,” She blinks up at him with a fire, not too different from the one he feels blazing behind his own gaze. “I won’t break.”
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, Neva.”
Robbie sits back, fingers deftly opening his belt and pants just enough to pull himself out, groaning as his hard cock springs free. His skin is warm and he swallows hard, trying to get himself to cool down a bit. But then he sees her, moving her panties aside for him and, while he can’t see too clearly due to the lack of proper light, he can see that she’s fucking gorgeous, somewhere he will have to explore when he has the space to. Lining himself up, he looks down at her and pushes in, clamping a hand over her mouth when she lets out a high pitched, loud, moan, and it’s all he can do to not join her as she envelopes him, her heat wrapping around him perfectly, like she had been waiting just for him. When he bottoms out he waits, hips joined close together as she catches her breath. She looks up at him, pleasure radiating out from just her gaze alone, a gives him a nod. He pulls his hips back and slowly slides in again, groaning at the feel of her as he slots his hips against hers. He adds in an extra deep thrust and she cries out, trying to swallow her own moans as Robbie hones in on that spot, thrusting deep and hard against her. Neva starts to slide up the hood of the car, her dress doing nothing to hold her in place. Her fingers grip his sleeves, trying desperately to find something to hold her in place as Robbie continues to thrust into her.
He’s about to stop, give her a moment to grab something when her hand shoots out, gripping the raised engine of his Charger. Instantly his skin heats, feeling like he’s about to catch fire at the sight of her digging her fingers into the metal, her other hand gripping his as he pushes it to the side of her head, knuckles clanking against the dark metal. His body is tingling and he shakes his head to clear it when he feels her raise her legs higher, digging her heels into his ass and lower back, trying to get him deeper.
He growls, pressing a hard kiss to her lips before pulling out, grabbing her ankles and sliding her down the hood, her gasp turning to whimpers as he grabs her hips and flips her, pushing her chest down against the cool metal of the Charger. He pushes into her quickly, feeling himself warm instantly as he speeds his hips up, thrusting extra hard when he’s fully inside of her. Neva’s hands scramble across the car, looking for something to hold onto and she finds the engine again, using it to help her push back against him, bringing him slightly deeper than before. His skin is ablaze, his thoughts racing, mixing with the Riders as he fucks her, warning him mentally to back off, unsure how long he’d be able to keep him at bay when he’s worked up like this.
Then she pulses around him, his name tumbling from her lips over and over as she cums, squeezing him tightly, trying to keep him inside of her. He feels his balls tighten, his skin starting to lightly glow and he grunts, cumming hard as his hips jut into her soft ass, his hands squeezing her hips to keep her in place. He keeps his eyes closed, feeling his release wash over him as he simultaneously tries to fight back the Rider, who does eventually back down. Robbie looks down at Neva, her back heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Still seated snuggly inside, he leans over and pushes the hair from her cheek, moving in to kiss her there. Instead, she turns her head more, finding his lips with her own, as if she were trying to keep him there a little longer. The kiss breaks and Robbie pulls out with a grunt, tucking himself back into his pants.
“I don’t know if I have anything to clean you up-”
She chuckles, cutting off his sentence. Sitting up, she sways and Robbie catches her, pulling her close.
“Don’t worry. I don’t mind feeling you between my thighs.”
His ears are hot, silently begging the Rider to stay put. “I plan on spending a lot of time between your thighs.”
“Ugh how are you so fucking hot?” She pulls him down to her, her nails scraping against the back of his head, his arms wrapping around her.
“You’re so warm,” she sighs, cuddling into him.
“I run hot.”
“Yeah you do.”
Robbie drives her back home, but not before she tells him to pull over, hopping into his lap and riding him until they’re both screaming the others name.
—----
The next few weeks are spent tucking themselves away from prying eyes, Robbie practically living between her legs, pulling every sound he can from her. It becomes a little easier to keep the Rider at bay while he’s buried inside of her, but he’s not sure if he can always hold him back, which terrifies him. Neva doesn’t know about the Rider, about his secret. Would she even accept him?
It’s his night off, Neva having some sort of engagement to go to, a car sent to pick her up. Robbie slides a bowl of mac and cheese across the table to Gabe, who picks at it with his fork.
“What?” Robbie asks, a mouthful of mac and cheese.
“It’s nothing.”
“You too good for mac and cheese now?” He smirks, but drops it once he sees Gabe not smiling.
“Gabe?”
“It’s just…you always put hot dogs in it before.”
Robbie smiles softly, schooling his face as he stands up, grabbing his brother’s bowl. “Alright, your majesty. Would you like them cut in cubes or circles?”
Gabe punches him in the arm. “You’re an ass.”
—-
Robbie jolts awake, his phone ringing loudly as is vibrates on his nightstand. Rubbing his eyes, he quickly glances at the time - 1am. No good calls come this late. He feels the color drain from his face when he realizes it’s his work phone, the one that Neva calls. He picks up, hoping that it was just her letting him know she made it home ok. She had promised to do that.
“Hey, chica.”
She takes a moment to answer and Robbie straightens up, sensing something is wrong.
“Nev-”
“Please come get me,” her voice is barely above a whisper, harsh and rough, not sounding at all like the whispers she presses into his ear when he’s buried inside of her. His phone pings but he ignores it.
“Where are-”
The phone clicks off, but not before he heard a yell from her, a terrified yell, a pleading yell. He glances down at the phone and sees she had dropped her location, a red dot pulsing up at him from the map. He grabs his jacket, jumping into the Charger, feeling the fire blaze in him.
If anything has happened to her, we will get justice.
“You got that right,” His eyebrows furrow together in anger, his foot pressing into the gas as he makes his way across town in record time. He pulls up to the gate of a large estate, the guard taking his time coming over to him. Robbie tells him he’s here for Neva and the guard lets him in, the gate sliding shut behind him. He pulls right up to the front door, his car angled for a quick getaway if needed. His skin is on fire as he opens the door, striding over to the front door, raising his fist to knock when he hears her scream, pleading with someone to stop. Without thinking he kicks open the door, taking several large steps inside towards her voice and the sound of something hard making contact with her skin, a scream coming out every time it slaps against her. When he enters the room he sees her on the floor, blood smeared across her as her body curls in on itself, shielding her face with one hand, the other outstretched towards the man towering above her, riding crop raised above him, begging him to stop. Robbie’s skin lights up, eyes turning to fire as his skin melts away, the Rider pushing his way out.
—-
Neva, Earlier That Night:
“You will attend the gala with Mr. Fortier and attend his party after.”
I nod, familiar with this game having been forced to play it my entire life. My dad says me attending these things with these men, powerful men as he says, helps his business endeavors, which in turn helps the family. That I need to do what I have to for the good of the family.
Of course, he’s not the one to have to endure them.
Showing up, being glorified arm candy clutching to the sleeve of some powerful man or his son, having to discreetly slap away their unwanted touches without upsetting them, having people ogle you like you were just another pretty face, like you were just a piece of furniture, really wears on you. But what else can I do?
I never liked going to these events, showing up with these people, but especially now that I have Robbie, albeit secretly because there’s no way my father would approve of me being with “the help”. I despise them. I begged my father not to go but he wouldn’t hear of it, slapping me across the face when I initially said no. I dabbed on a little extra concealer to hide the redness from his palm and painted on a smile for Mr. Fortier.
The evening progressed as they usually do. A gala meant a beautiful gown, one that was worth more than most people make in a year, hand holding onto the arm of the man of the evening, Mr. Fortier, as he smirks, loving the attention he gets showing up with me on his arm. His hand rests on my thigh under the table at dinner and it turns my stomach. He starts to squeeze, his nails digging into my skin slightly, so I discreetly place my hand over his, squeezing it back like I wanted to hold hands, choking back the bile that threatens to spew from my mouth as he gives me a smile.
We dance, his hand sliding a little too low for my comfort so I ask him to spin me, just to get away from his touch for a moment. The money for whatever charity this gala was sponsoring was made, everyone cheering like they made their donations to actually help the charity and not just for the tax write-off. I scan the room, seeing many faces that I know my father has done business with behind closed doors, illegal things that I’m not supposed to know about but I’m too smart to not realize that my dad is not a good man.
Mr. Fortier asks me into his house after the gala for drinks and I initially decline, wanting to get home and scrub this night from my body, but when he persists, I remember my father telling me I will attend his after party. So I accept, a fake smile on my lips as he takes my hand, leading me inside. Once he has me in the living room I sit at his request, watching him walk to to his drink cart, offering to make me a drink. I decline the offer, saying I had too much already and he shrugs, raising the glass to his lips. It’s when he’s drinking that it starts to sink in - the silence of the house, the lack of movement even from staff, nothing to indicate an after party. I don’t even remember him telling other people there’s one at his house.
I feel the color start to drain from my face as I realize what might happen next. It’s happened before, my father delighted with the extra money he earned from me. I didn’t realize it at the time, certain that the men had actually cared for me as I did them, so it hurt even more when I realized they’d done it for money or whatever deal my father promised them. They were my age and we were young, I was naive, believing in love and falling for slick words and touches I’d never had before. When I found out, I confronted my dad, who initially denied everything. I wanted to believe he was telling the truth, that he wasn’t putting on a show by telling these men to fuck off. But several months later, I would see them leaving the house, shaking hands with my father.
I’d confided in my nanny, who held me close and told me that something similar had happened to her, except it hadn’t been her choice like it was mine. But then she told me about a secret herb to put in their drink, basically to knock them out, and then I could set the narrative. I graciously took the herb and it had been successful. Whenever anyone got too handsy, I’d offer to make them a drink, lacing the liquid with a dash of the tasteless herb, feeling a little too triumphant when they slumped over just a minute later.
But this time, it’s too late. He’s already had a drink, placing the glass back down on his cart as he makes his way back around the couch to me. If he senses that I’m on to him he doesn’t let on, and he may not. Oscar winning actors have nothing on me. He sits next to me on the couch, leaning back and putting his arm along the backside of the couch.
“Did you have fun tonight?” he asks, his eyebrows raised.
I nod. “Of course. It’s always nice to have a fun time and raise money for charity.”
“That’s what I like about this particular gala. The money actually goes to the cause and not someone’s pocket.”
An asshole with a conscience? That’s a first.
“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”
“No, thank you, Mr. Fortier.” I glance at the clock on the wall, ornate filigray design set into the darkened wood. “Oh - it’s actually getting late. I need to be getting home.” I go to stand but he puts a hand out in front of me, preventing me from standing.
“You don’t have to go so soon, do you?”
I swallow down the scream that’s been echoing around my head and try to put on my best apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fortier, but I do.” I go to stand, but his hand doesn’t move.
“How will you get home?”
“I’ll call a car.”
“Don’t be silly. I’ll have one of mine drive you home. Give me a moment to call them.”
I nod, not comforted by his words. It’s the way he’s looking at me that’s making me feel icky, like I want to run from the house and not stop until I’m home. Or at Robbie’s. Do I even know where he lives?
“Please have a car ready for our guest…Thank you.” He hangs up the phone and I throw him a hopefully convincing smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Fortier, for a fun night. I’m glad the fundraiser met its goal.” I move to stand when his hand tightens around my wrist, his ring digging into my skin.
“Your father promised me your time after the gala. To do what I want.”
I look at him, trying to swallow down my fear and channel all of my confidence into my gaze. “Please let me go, Mr. Fortier.”
“I will get what I want.”
“Mr-”
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the quiet room, my cheek stinging with the contact as my head whips to the side. My hand instinctively comes up to my cheek, cupping it as I turn to look at him, his grip somehow tighter.
“Please, Mr. Fortier, I don’t want-”
He shakes his head. “No, you stupid girl. I don’t want to have sex with you. I have other…desires that I need to release.”
I swallow hard, not really sure what he means, but trying to take solace in the fact that he’s not wanting to take me.
“What -” My whole body is wrenched forward, face slamming against the hardwood floors as he throws me to the ground. He kicks me once, hard, and I nearly vomit, his dark chuckling getting louder as he squats next to me.
“Like I said, I have no interest in having sex with you. But putting marks on something so beautiful?” His finger graises my cheek and I flinch. “Well, that’s the fun we’re going to have tonight.”
Pain. That’s all I know for what feels like forever, my skin splitting open open over and over, bones never quite breaking but on the verge of, hair being pulled from my scalp. He meant what he said. He never touches me sexually, never makes any indication of wanting that. I can feel myself in danger of blacking out, desperately trying to cling to consciousness despite my body wanting to shut down to ease the pain. After he throws me to the floor again, my body sliding across the floor, I hear him leave the room, telling me stay put. I lay there, feeling the cold floor slick with some of my blood, my brain screaming at me to run while I have the moment, but I know I wouldn’t make it far, and that it would be worse for me if I attempted it. Something digs into my side and I realize it’s my clutch, having fallen from the couch when I was initially thrown. Wincing at the pain, I grab it, sliding it across the floor to my head. I fish out my phone, keeping one eye on the open door as I blink at the screen, unable to make out any numbers. Luckily, I only need one. Pressing the speed dial slot 1, I wait, praying to whomever is listening that Robbie is awake.
“Hey, chica.”
I nearly break down at his voice, a light shining through the darkness I’ve been pulled in.
“Nev-”
“Please come get me,” I choke out, trying to be quiet but clear. I drop my location to him when I hear Mr. Fortier’s footsteps coming back into the room.
“Where are-”
He grabs my ankle and I scream, eyes going wide as I see the riding crop held in his other hand, pleading with him to just let me go. I’m not sure how much time passes but in the back of my mind I hear him, the Charger, unmistakeable in its sound, pulling up to the house. Mr. Fortier doesn’t seem to notice, too involved in whatever sick pleasure he’s gaining from this as he raises the crop to me again and again. I cover my face, raising my arm out weakly to try and stop him, begging him to stop.
And I feel him, Robbie, barging into the room, the last thing I see before passing out is his eyes, full of fire, blazing orange as he shifts, heat enveloping the room, somehow comforting me as I black out.
—----
Neva:
I remember waking once since that night, very briefly, bright lights shining down into my face while gloved hands and a person in a white coat moves around me, poking and touching my skin where Mr. Fortier had left his mark. I remember my pulse speeding up and then he’s there, Robbie, holding my hand and pushing hair back from my face, telling me he’s got me, that I’m safe. Then I black out again.
My eyelids flutter open and at first, I’m certain I’ve gone blind. But then my eyes adjust and I realize that I’m in a room, a bedroom, and that it must be night because the room is nearly pitch black, a quiet nightlight plugged in on the other side of the room, making just enough light to see the floor. As my brain catches up to me, I start to make out shadowy shapes from around the room, a taller one that must be a dresser, a smaller one that most likely held books or a tv. I’m in a bedroom, not a hospital room, and certainly not my own room.
I slowly flex my fingers, making a fist and opening them back up against the sheets and I notice the weight next to me. Slowly, my head pounding slightly, I turn to look and see Robbie next to me, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, a quiet snore emanating from him. God, he’s beautiful. The man I trust most in this world. Actually, the person I trust most-
Wait. Did his head turn into a flaming skull? Was he Ghost Rider? That had to be a pain hallucination. Right?
He jolts awake, his eyes finding mine and, seeing that I’m awake, he sits up, shaking his head quickly to rid it of sleep.
“Hey, chica. How are you feeling?”
“Ok, I think.” My throat is raw and then he’s holding up a glass of water, a bendy straw sticking out of the top and holding it to my lips.
“Small sips, ok?” I do as he says, the water helping to abate the raw feeling.
“How long?”
“Just a couple of days. I took you to a guy I know to get you checked out after you begged me not to bring you to a hospital.”
That explains the bright lights and white coat.
“He said you’ll be fine, that nothing was broken but you’re severely bruised, several cuts needing stitches, and that you’ll be sore for a bit. I do have some pain meds here if you need them.”
“Did…did anyone look for me?” I say this already knowing the answer.
“I…no. Well, you got a text a day or so ago, but I didn’t look.” He leans back and grabs my phone off the nightstand, handing it to me. I unlock it, navigating to the text app and, sure enough, there’s the text from my dad.
Dad: You earned us an extra 7%. A job well done.
I roll my eyes, trying to swallow back the anger and bile in my throat as I hand Robbie back the phone. His eyes glance down at the screen where I’ve left the text up, his eyes almost glowing orange as his brow furrows together in anger.
“What the fuck?” He asks, looking up at me.
I try to sit up but my body screams at me, forcing me to stay put. He takes my hand, rubbing little circles into the back of it with his thumb. “It’s ok, Neva. Just stay put.”
I nod, taking a deep breath. And then I tell him everything, how my father treated me my entire life, how I was forced to wine and dine these men or their sons, how I was able to fight most of them off with herbs given to me by my nanny, how twice it had come to more than business and how stupid I was for believing those men, even though they claimed to love me still after I found out, but the trust had been broken. How I missed the chance tonight to give the herb to Mr. Fortier, how I’ve been hurt before but never like this. I don’t look at him when I tell him, but his hand never moves from mine, squeezing it harder with every detail I give him. By the end, I’m surprised to find tears on my face, Robbie reaching up to swipe them away for me.
“So I’m not surprised no one is looking for me. My dad always sends an update text like this, that what I’ve done for the family was worth it. 7% though? If my dad saw me, he’d negotiate for at least 8%.” It was meant to be funny, trying to lighten the tension, but Robbie didn’t laugh. Or smile.
“Your dad is a bad man.”
I nod. “I’ve known that for quite a while, Robbie.”
“Why didn’t you leave the family then?”
That’s a loaded question. “I guess it was easier to stay. I was raised to do this, Robbie. By the time I’d realized how fucked up it was, my dad’s reach was far. I had no one, aside from my nanny whom he sent back to Russia. I trusted no one, resigned to my fate. And then…you. From day one you made me, no make me feel safe. Like someone cares about me, that I won’t just fade into nothing. You’re my hero, Robbie.” I finally chance a glance up at him, expecting a smile or something, but instead, I’m met with a guilty look, an undeserving expression on his face and he doesn’t look at me.
“Robbie?”
“I’m not a hero.”
I squeeze his hand. “You are. You literally saved my life that night.”
He shakes his head. “That wasn’t me.”
I scoff. “It was you who walked through the door, saw me, and it was you who pulled me from that…wait was the house on fire?”
He’s quiet for a few minutes and I give him the space he needs. He shifts next to me, making sure I can see his eyes.
“I have to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone. Not even my brother, ok?”
I try to move again, but my body retaliates, pain radiating out from where I moved. “I promise. You can tell me anything.”
“Just…know that I feel safe with you, that it’s you who saved me. I don’t deserve it. Don’t argue, just listen, ok?” He takes a deep breath. “I’m Ghost Rider. Well, he is in me.”
“...the guy with the flaming skull head, right?”
“That’s him.”
I let out a small laugh of relief and his eyebrows pinch together. “Why are you laughing?”
“No, it’s just…I saw you...well him? Right before I passed out and I thought for sure I was going crazy, that maybe I’d hit my head too hard. God, this is a relief!”
He studies me for several long moments. “I wasn’t expecting this reaction, you sure you’re ok?”
“I feel much better now that I know my brain isn’t severely addled.”
“I tell you that I turn into a murderous being with a flaming skull for a head and your reaction is ‘oh thank God I’m not crazy’?” The corners of his mouth tick up and then he’s full on smiling. “You’re loca, Neva.”
“Maybe. But you said he’s in you? I don’t understand. Are you not an inhuman then?”
Robbie watches me for a moment and then shakes his head. He launches into an explanation, about how he was out car racing when the Fifth Street Locos attacked his car, on a hit for his uncle, how Gabe, who had simply caught him leaving the house late at night and Robbie convinced him to come along, had a bullet lodged in his spine which means he’d never walk again. How he himself was flung from the Charger, body riddled with bullets, when a voice offered him revenge and he accepted, his body reanimating and healing. How he did seek vengeance, taking out not just that gang but other people too, the Rider coming out to burn them alive, that he only took out those who deserved it. That he did burn down Mr. Fortier’s house, after taking care of him himself, to make it look like an accident.
“When I walked in and I saw him standing over you, I just lost it. The Rider too. That’s what you saw.”
I squeeze his hand harder, placing his palm on my chest. “Is that why you’re always warm?”
“Pretty much.”
“I stand by what I said before. You’re not a murderer, Robbie. You don’t kill innocent people. They deserve what they’ve gotten, I’m sure…Is it… could I talk to him?”
Robbie raises his eyebrows. “You wanna talk to him?”
“I just want to thank him personally for his part in saving me? If that’s ok.”
He watches me for a long time, like he’s having an internal conversation with himself and it dawns on me, he probably is. Just with the Rider.
“Ok.”
Robbie stands up, taking a step back from the bed, his bed, his eyes on mine. And then they’re blazing orange, like fire itself, his skin peeling back as the skull emerges, embers and flames raising from that face that holds my heart. The Rider stands there, lighting up the room as he turns his face down to me, flames licking out from where his eyes should be.
“Thank you.”
He nods, a single nod before the flames were being extinguished, skin growing back piece by piece and then Robbie’s back, immediately coming to my side, hesitating in taking my hand.
“You ok, Neva?”
I nod. “Better, now that I get to see your face.” I grunt through a little pain to bring my hand to his cheek, fingers touching the spots where I know his freckles lay. Those freckles that are the death of me.
“You’re after my dad, aren’t you?” It slips out, this thought I’d had once he told me about the Rider. And honestly, it all makes sense. He never seemed the chauffeur type. I just thought I had been lucky to find the one random, hot man driving one of my dream cars that actually wanted to drive people around in it.
“Nev-”
“It’s ok. I know he’s my father, technically, but he’s never been my dad.”
“Will we be ok?” Even though the room is dark, I can see his eyes, wide and worried, eyebrows pinched together. I manage to slide my hand up to that spot, trying to smooth away that pinch with my fingers.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He visibly relaxes, sliding himself next to me and gently wrapping himself around me, his nose nuzzling in my hair as he inhales, all while I’m inhaling him where my face is against his broad chest.
“Can you just…wait until I’m better?”
“Did you want to see him?”
“What? Oh no. I just want Nurse Robbie to take care of me.”
He chuckles and my head bounces slightly with it, the rumbling there lulling me back to sleep.
“Nurse Robbie is on duty.”
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3 months later…
Her dad was gone, the Rider had left his mark that day. Her mom had fled the country, taking every asset she could, seemingly leaving Neva with nothing. But of course, Neva was smarter than that, tucking money away for literally years, always using her dad’s credit when she needed something. She had more than enough to live comfortably the rest of her life, not filthy rich like before, but more than comfortable, eventually wearing down Robbie with her pleas of “just let me spoil you and your brother”. She’d gotten them a new place in a good part of town, pulling strings to get Gabe into a really nice school that would look great on his college applications.
When Robbie insisted he stay at Canelo’s in order to stay in the know about what was happening, in case the Rider needed to come out, she followed him, surprising Canelo himself with her extensive knowledge of cars. Her presence attracted new customers, much to the delight of Canelo.
But today was a slow day and her target was Robbie.
“Would you just hand me the wrench already?” Robbie smiles, his hand outstretched as Neva clutches the wrench to her chest, an impish smirk on her face as she shakes her head.
“Come and get it.”
He chuckles, standing with a slight grunt as his muscles stretch. “Oh you wanna play, chica?” Robbie
He lunges towards her, hands outstretched, smile on his face and she squeals, trying to run with the wrench but it’s shape making it awkward. She drops it and slows momentarily, thinking Robbie would stop but then he’s there, covering her mouth as she squeals again, smiling into his gloved hand as he pushes her into the office, locking the door behind him before giving her his own version of teasing, her fingers twisting through his hair, his name a quiet chant on her lips, and Robbie knows there is nowhere he’d rather be.
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I'll Have Another
Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 3.3k+
Warnings: Protected PiV. Mentions of guns and allusion to sexual violence (but neither guns nor sexual violence are apart of this story, they are just passing comments). Oral (f! receiving).
Author's Note: This is all @d-sav's fault, she derailed me from writing the fifth chapter of Days of You & Me (a Joel Miller x OFC story), you can read the first chapter HERE.
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Two whiskeys, two fingers full, down for the second night in a row as the clock ticks closer to a new day.
It’s only a Wednesday night but the nice weather drove people into the bar in groups of friends looking for a place to watch the game or somewhere new for their fantasy football league. Not him though, all alone at the bar with anxious hands and tired eyes.
You shouldn’t be looking at him, staring at him like this from the other side of the bar. He’s never been here, you didn’t think he’d come back.
Crowd starts to thin and he raises his hand to call your attention over.
“Final call was about half an hour ago, stretch,” you tell him, eyeing the empty glass and thinking he wants more. “If you wanna keep going, you’re gonna have to do it at home.”
“If I wanted more,” he grins out, “I would’ve asked for it half an hour ago at last call or”—he rocks his head back and forth, like he’s about to make an obvious statement—“maybe an hour ago when I finished it in the first place.”
“Then why on earth are you still here?” You ask him, arms crossed to consider the man in front of you. “Does it take you that long to sober up?”
He’s got a smile like a little kid, secretive and boyish like he’s never known true hurt because he’s always had somebody else standing in front of him to take the bulk of the blow. Or maybe he just hides it really well.
“I’ve been sober for a minute, actually,” he declares. “Just been spending all this time looking at you and how you keeping looking away from me when you see that I’ve caught you.”
“You’re new here,” you shrug. “It's my job to keep an eye on the newbies, never know who’s gonna start swinging.”
“And what would you do?” His head cocks to the side, eyes looking you up and down to the best of their ability with a bar in between you both. “If some dumb, drunk asshole were to start swinging, what would you do?”
“If this is a threat, handsome, I should probably remind you that you’re in Texas—my daddy put a gun in my hand long before I ever knew how babies were made and said to use it if some dumb, drunk asshole got handsy.”
“You think I’m handsome?”
He is. Long face and a slightly rounded nose, black curls and half full lips on sun kissed olive skin.
“‘Cause, see,” he leans forward, and drops his thickly accented voice, “I'm talking about fighting and you’re talking about fucking.”
“To most men, that’s the same thing.”
He considers that. “Well, I may be a dumb asshole but I’m not drunk and I certainly mind my manners.” He winks. “I'm Tommy and I would certainly like to get handsy with you.”
Fifteen minutes later, you’re crashing into bed with his hand down your pants, long fingers fighting against the tightness of your done up jeans to touch you in that spot that makes your skin burn.
“If your soft little pussy is as tight as these jeans,” he drawls out, “you may never get rid of me.”
It’s not just the stimulation of his callused fingers against your clit that makes you burn, it's the words and it’s him. Has been since he sat down in the same seat last night and ordered his first drink.
He’s over you now, knees pressed into the mattress as he sits bowed towards your center with full concentration on the buttons between you.
“You can touch me too, you know,” he says, grin splitting his face again as he looks up. With the button free, he undoes the zipper and starts to peel back the denim gently, like it’s painted on something delicate and only concentrated precision can clean it off without hurting what’s underneath it. “Oh, I hope you do. You can pull my fucking hair right out, sweetheart, it’d be an honor.”
Shoes and pants tossed to the side, he focuses on his own as he pulls the large buckle free of his belt followed by the button of his fly and a deep sigh of relief.
“Well, you get right to the point,” you tell him, poking a pointed toe into his hip. You’ve never been more thankful for a pedicure than you are right now. “Don’t you?”
Starting with the contact of your foot poked into his side, he drags his gaze up the length of your open leg—takes in your body beneath him—and laughs.
“I really don’t,” he tells you, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt with the same deft fingers you were bucking against not even five minutes ago. “My cock's just real fucking hard and needed some breathing room.”
His voice is raspy, raw with the burn of alcohol and lust heavy on his tongue. He pulls the button up open and shrugs it off, revealing a sleeveless, white, ribbed undershirt over a barrel chest and thick, defined arms.
Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you look down at the straining material below his belt. “I really think you should give it some more.”
“Oh no,” he bends and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties. “I'm a real selfish son of a bitch”—he starts to pull the material down—“sometimes I can’t control myself and my pent up little dick can’t last longer than a few minutes so I try not to leave a lady too dissatisfied.”
His confidence is sexy—a magnetic charisma you’ve been drawn to the last two nights he’s ordered whiskey and laughed at all your jokes. You’ve never heard a man willingly, or with such enthusiasm, refer to his dick as little. But here he is, setting a precedent of what to expect that you feel is the direct opposite to the one you’re usually fed.
Finally, his eyes trail away from yours back down your body, pushing your legs open as he tosses the soaked fabric over his shoulder and he whistles. Not the cartoonish kind of wolf whistling reserved for Jessica Rabbit but the kind of silent disbelief and awe.
“It's cute how wet you are already,” he says, pressing two fingers flat against your mound. “The way the streetlight reflects off this slick little thing makes you look like fucking magic.”
Still on your elbows, he crashes a kiss down on you but unlike the hungry, hard kind of desperation in his lips at the door, this is soft; this is gentle.
There’s whiskey on his breath and a little more; tobacco; coffee; mint and cinnamon—probably gum to cover it all up.
“May I please eat your pretty little cunt?” He breathes out against your lips.
Dazed, you nod your head. He may look it but this is not the frat boy hook up you’re used to. Hell, this isn’t the kind of hook up you’re used to with any kind of boy you’ve been with up until now. Using the word cunt as a positive, associating it with prettiness and, even, filling the word pretty with so much awe and wonder like he’s lucky to be here.
He kisses you again before sliding back, laying down flat on his stomach as he lifts your shirt to place a kiss to both of your hips and the soft skin of your lower stomach.
Tommy does not get right to the point, he drags it out.
Shoulders settling between your thighs; soft lips against the inside of your knee, your thighs, and repeated patterns on the opposite side.
Anticipation builds within you, his hot breath ghosting across the sensitive skin he’s already set ablaze while yours comes out in short, heavy puffs.
He looks up at you again with that cheeky grin, like he has a secret that he’s just dying to tell. “Go ahead and lay back,” comes his low voice, breath fanning right over where you want him. “Let me take care of the rest and feel free to pull my hair.”
Talking back isn’t even an option, not when he hooks his arm over your thigh to place one heavy, rough palm down on your mound. Still, you can’t sit back, too mesmerized by the crooked smile and lonesome dimple as he spreads you beneath that grip.
Then he kisses you. Open mouthed, free hand gripping around your thigh, he closes his mouth around you like he has never seen food, never known the satisfaction of a good meal or a good fuck.
You do crash then, one hand sinking into your own hair as the other threads through the curls reminiscent of the darkest night you’ve ever seen.
He hums and the vibration makes you jolt against his face which only makes him laugh. The laughter, continuous and contagious, mixes in with his moans until your own are dancing up to meet his.
You’ve been loud before, but never like this. This aren't the cries of a dorm room pornstar persona keeping herself in the good graces of drunk boys with mean streaks. This is heavy breaths and his name like a prayer before God who you are also calling to in desperation. Not to ask His spite for the man between your legs, but to ask His mercy and protection over him for the rest of his life.
This is tender and gentle.
This is warm and all encompassing.
This is pressure on the dam building up in a hard rain.
“Tommy,” you say his name in a panic, the familiar feeling of a full bladder hitting you. “Tommy, I’m gonna—“ It’s too late.
Pressure releases and warmth slides down to meet his tongue—his fingers—different in feeling from the slick you’ve dripped with after every fleeting moment of eye contact. Different, further, from the feeling of relief you get when you finally find the toilet after a four hour lecture hall.
Lifting himself, he runs a hand across his bottom lip and then his tongue along that too. “Been a while since I made somebody come for me that fast,” he says, surprise lacing his voice. “Tell me who’s not treating you right, I’ll beat the fuck out of them.”
Covering your face—your embarrassment—with your hands makes him laugh and he lifts his weight off of the bed.
“Hold this for me, sweetheart,” he says as a small object no heavier than a quarter lands on your stomach followed by the sound of a zipper.
Tommy’s toeing his boots off when you sit up to look at him, undershirt already tossed to the side somewhere near his button up from earlier. His pants go next but he leaves his briefs, the soft cotton material leaving nothing much to the imagination as it stretches with his growing cock.
“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” He asks, calling my attention up to his eyes. I can see him slipping his underwear down in my periphery before he joins me back on the bed, but I don’t look—too taken by the liquid coal color of blown out pupils against dark brown irises.
“I don't think I’ve ever come before,” you tell him, lower stomach still clenching and unclenching. There’s a wet spot just beneath where you’re sitting, subtle and cooling against your ass in a way so different than the room temperature spillage of an uncovered cock you’re used to.
He smiles. “That’s why I asked you who hasn’t been treating you right,” he responds. “Somebody as pretty and smart as you should be coming as often as she goddamn pleases.”
“How do you know I’m smart?”
Eyes darting around the room, he lands on you again. “Framed bachelor degree, textbooks on the nightstand and on the desk with big words I don’t understand, figured you were a smart girl.”
“I'm trying.” There’s something so fucking intimate about how close he is, certainly the most intimacy you’ve ever felt.
“Help me with this condom, baby,” he says after several beats. “Been dying to get your soft little hands around my dick since the moment I set eyes on you.”
“Not my mouth?” You ask. “Usually, it’s my mouth that’s wanted.”
Gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he encourages you to open up to him, something you find yourself doing so easily, as he leans over to press his tongue flat against against yours.
Kissing after a man has been down on you is something you’re accustomed to, even if men won’t give the same courtesy of kissing you after you’ve reciprocated, but you’ve never tasted this. Tangy and sweet and mixed with his bad habits, there’s a throbbing building down within you again.
“I don’t have time for this sweet little mouth around me tonight,” he whispers when he pulls away. “I’m gonna three pump chump you and I’d like to do that deep inside of your pussy and not your throat.”
Stunning, charismatic. This man could tell you to rob a bank for him and you’d probably do so.
Taking your hand, all eyes focus on the weeping length of him between you. Even if he’s gonna three pump chump you as he says, part of you wants to ignore him and take him in your mouth anyway. He got to taste; why shouldn’t you?
Controlling yourself is hard, wanting to willingly give over everything you so closely protect in other encounters—the vulnerability, the tears, the communication of what feels good and what hurts. It’s usually always just what hurts and no amount of communication can solve a lecture fatigued college boy’s mind.
With trembling hands, you help him push the condom down his shaft; careful beneath his guidance not to squeeze too hard.
You let him lift your shirt off, his eyes kept on yours as he peels yet another layer of fabric away. The amount of respect within this unforeseen encounter is the kind of shit you’ve only seen in movies.
“Magic,” he whispers again, finally looking down your body when the bra comes off as well. “You look like fucking magic.”
He leans himself into you, open mouth to open mouth as he takes your body back down to the mattress. All of his weight is braced against one arm and you’re gripping half-moons into his ribcage as he breathes heavy and slow, so close to you. It’s like he knows there’s a limit to air between you and he’s saving most of it for you.
Guiding himself to your entrance, he goes slack jawed with a small groan as he pushes slowly inside.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Goddamn, you’re never getting rid of me.”
He lays you down fully, body weight pressing against you like a hard wind, and he laughs when you start counting.
“One…” Your arms curved around his hips. “Two…” His hands smoothing across your hair. “Three…” The heels of your palms pressing into his ass to encourage him.
“There were your three pumps, chump,” you whisper. “Shouldn't you be done?”
Chest to chest, his hips stutter into a slow grind. “Oh, I’m taking my time with you, sweetheart.”
Continuing that same languid pace between your legs, it’s all soft touches and heavy breaths and moans traded back and forth in the space between until that pressure is building in you again.
Before, you thought it was an accident waiting to happen—part of you still does—but you only encourage him to continue fucking up into you at this pace as you chase down the high that fueled your embarrassment not too long ago.
It’s better this time, the same but different. Different in the way that he’s inside of you; the way his cock stretches you makes it all build that much slower and come down in a similar pace around him. His reaction, too, is different with his choked sound of pleasure and the changes in pace with which he continues pumping into you.
“Never getting rid of me,” he whispers against your lips as another wave rushes through you. “I could live inside this cunt, pretty thing, nothing else has ever gripped me so-oh fuck—so fucking well.”
He doesn’t make a spectacle of his release, doesn’t grunt like a man through the fake tan fumes of a body building competition. This man you wouldn’t have necessarily pegged for gentle not even two hours ago releases soft sounds beneath his grasp for air and stills with closed eyes.
“Believe it or not,” he says a few moments later when he’s rolled onto his back, “I've never fucked like that.”
“You're right,” you tell him. “I don’t believe it.”
He’s not in a rush to leave and you’re not in a rush to push him out either. So different, still, from other encounters you’ve had. It helps that he smells good; tastes good; treats you with respect and kindness.
You watch as he stands up and moves across the room towards the ensuite. He’s got a cute little butt, not much going on there but enough to grab onto as you already know. He smiles when he looks up and catches your reflection in the mirror.
“Don't make fun of my booty,” he says over the sound of running water. “I’m very insecure about it.”
You watch again as he walks back and slips naked out the bedroom door. Small moments like this and you’re glad you have the apartment to yourself more often than not.
Returning, he hands you the glass of water he filled up and joins you back beneath the covers.
“So… I’m gonna guess from all the books and the fancy paper framed up on the wall that you’re not just a bartender. Are you still studying?”
“I am,” you stutter; half caught off guard by the interest he’s taken, half caught off guard by the fondness you already feel for him. Like this is normal. “I graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Public Health from Texas A&M.”
“Go Aggies,” he says.
“More like Go Longhorns now,” you continue. “I’m getting my masters here in Austin and then the dream is a doctorate from Johns Hopkins, all public health.”
He looks confused but interested. “I said I was a dumbass so excuse me, I promise I’m not trying to sound like a dickhead, but what does that enable you to do?” He shakes his head. “I never went to college, I’m actually really curious.”
“I'd like to be an epidemiologist,” you answer. “They study infectious diseases, aid in the prevention of them for the good of global health. Prevent pandemics and shit.”
He nods, crooked smile returning. “That's like superhero level of shit, you know that? What are you doing having sex with a random hick in some bar?”
You laugh in return. “What's a random hick in a bar doing knowing how to eat pussy that well?”
“Oh, I was stationed in France for a bit,” he tells you. “French girls do not let you get away without eating them into a goddamn stupor, best skill I picked up in the army.”
“And you used a condom without me having to beg you, that’s so sexy.”
“Yeah?” He asks, leaning in with that same crooked, cocksure smile of his.
“Yeah,” you answer. “Don’t think I wanna get rid of you, in all honesty.”
Gently, he takes the water glass and sets it over on the nightstand before pushing back up against you. “I got another condom in my wallet, how about another round?”
“I have a whole box,” you counter, “how about several?”
He kisses you again, mumbling something about soulmates against your lips as he takes you back down beneath his naked body.
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The Grace of a Slytherin
The grace of a Slytherin
by JyuriJax
What happens when a girl from a family full of Hufflepuff's gets sorted into Slytherin?
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This story has spoilers for Hogwarts Mystery and the Harry Potter book series. The story will follow events that have happened in the book instead of the movies.
Also yes this is an OC story so if you7re not interested don't bother clicking on it.
Trigger warnings
Mommy issues
Daddy issues
major character death
violence
some coarse language
Words: 2618, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M
Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Astoria Greengrass, Ernest Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Lee Jordan, Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle Delacour, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Katie Bell, Merula Snyde, Pomona Sprout, Minerva McGonagall, Rubeus Hagrid, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Background Character(s), Newt Scamander, Luna Lovegood, Dolores Umbridge, Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Susan Bones, Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Buckbeak the Hippogriff, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, James Sirius Potter, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Nicolas Flamel
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Ernest Macmillan/Original Male Character(s), Merula Snyde/Original Female Character(s), Katie Bell/Original Male Character(s), Lee Jordan/Original Male Character(s), Gabrielle Delacour/Original Female Character(s), Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe/Gregory Goyle, Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood, Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory, Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Harry Potter, Ravenclaw, griffindore, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, OC, LGBTQ, Fanfiction
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45766396
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There’s Been Recent Rumors About Big Hero 6 Coming To The MCU Which Actors You Think Would Be Perfect For The Rule Also Including Characters From The Show And Your FanFiction Like Granville, Aspen, Robbie, Chief Cruz, Peni, Kate, Doreen, Liv/Di, Megan, And Last But Definitely Not Least Karmi. Forgive Me If I Forgot Some Characters But Hopefully I Covered Most Of Them. Love Your Stories.
(I actually forgot that I had this post, so my sincerest apologies, jr2157. Thanks so much for the kind words, and I’m sorry that I missed this.)
Even though the Big Hero 6 characters are not coming to the MCU (after about a day of believing that they would), it is still fun to think about who would play their live-action counterparts.
I haven’t given it too much thought, but I think there are a few people that are straight up no-brainers:
1.) Go Go - Jamie Chung: No, I don’t care that she’s 37. I literally cannot hear her without hearing Go Go.
2.) Honey Lemon - Genesis Rodriguez: Also can’t hear her without imagining her.
Now the problem is that Jamie and Genesis are only an inch difference in height (5′7″ vs 5′6″). A bit too short on the Honey Lemon side, but I bet they could make it work with the heels.
Back-Ups: Anna Konkle and Maya Erskine from PEN15 (Hulu show). They have an interview on Conan that I saw and man, just add glasses on Anna and I think they could totally pass as Go Go and Honey Lemon.
Now, Anna isn’t Hispanic, so that would be a problem. XD
3.) Hiro Hamada - Ryan Potter: Yes, I know Potter’s taller than all of the actresses I picked for Go Go and Honey Lemon. I don’t know that many 14 year old Japanese actors. Cut me some slack.
4.) Karmi - Haley Tju: Haley is 4′11″. The whole height difference schtick would be lost on these two if she was cast. But unless you plan on chopping off some of his legs...they could still make it work.
I know that a long time ago @iamaddictedtocoffee showed me an actress named Alba Flores (from La Casa de Papel) who I think has the right look for Karmi. She’s also Spanish, so there’s that. XD
Plus...5′9″. One inch higher than Potter.
Or you can go for the bonus points and cast the person who’s actually playing Kamala/Ms. Marvel in her own show...Iman Vellani.
5.) Robbie Reyes - Gabriel Luna: You cannot have Robbie in any live action show and not have the OG on it. You just can’t. The guy nails the part so well in AOS.
6.) Professor Granville - Jenifer Lewis: She is hilarious on Black-ish, and she’s another character that I think could pull off the transistion to LA very well.
7.) Liv/Di Amara - Brie Larson: This is mostly playing off of the Liv Amara/Captain Marvel dynamic, but if you want a young, blonde actress that can turn menacing in the blink of an eye, Larson can do that.
8.) Peni Parker - Kimiko Glenn: Can’t have anyone else but the Into The Spider-Verse girl reprise her role for the live action version.
9.) Doreen Green/Squirrel Girl - Milana Vayntrub: Goddammit, Marvel. You robbed us of her actual New Warriors appearance because you couldn’t get your show straight. Give her a Big Hero 6 appearance so that she can have it again.
10.) Aspen Matthews - Seychelle Gabriel: An Aspen movie has been in development hell since all the way in 2009, with Megan Fox attached to play her. Now, no offense to Megan Fox, but I don’t think she’s the right person for that job. Seychelle (AKA Asami from Legend of Korra and Yue from A:TLA) has the voice and the chops to pull that off. She’s actually who I would want to voice her in the show if in some alternate universe she managed to appear.
I can’t really comment on anyone else until I actually sit down and think about it more. But I guess this is where I would transition to the people who see this and ask my own questions:
Who would you guys want to see in a live-action Big Hero 6 show/movie?
I know that there are a lot of Obake lovers out there. I’d be very interested to see who they would pick.
...As well as any other characters, of course.
(I also like how this list is 90% “Take the VAs and put them into LA”. Probably because I don’t have the creativity to think past that. XD)
#big hero 6#big hero 6 the series#live action adaptation#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#hiro hamada#karmi#go go tomago#honey lemon#jamie chung#genesis rodriguez#robbie reyes#ghost rider#grace granville#liv amara#di amara#ms. marvel#squirrel girl#doreen green#aspen matthews#fathom comics#peni parker#into the spider verse
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