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Okay okay hear me out: possessive!annoyed!Alastor x naive!reader
The whole gang goes to Consent (the sex club) and manages to drag Alastor and reader with them.
Reader thinks everyone is so lovely and friendly, Alastor is overstimulated by the techno music, flashing lights, and loud crowd and ͓̽t͓͓̽̽h͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽s͓͓̽̽e͓̽ ͓̽f͓͓̽̽u͓͓̽̽c͓͓̽̽k͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽g͓̽ ͓̽w͓͓̽̽h͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽r͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽s͓̽ ͓̽t͓͓̽̽h͓̽a͓͓̽̽t͓̽ ͓̽k͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽p͓̽ ͓̽l͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽k͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽g͓̽ ͓̽h͓͓̽̽u͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽g͓͓̽̽r͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽l͓͓̽̽y͓̽ a͓͓̽̽t͓̽ ͓̽r͓͓̽̽e͓̽a͓͓̽̽d͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽r͓̽
Cause imagine Alastor standing behind you, scaring the shit out of the person dancing with you….
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“I thought you said we were going a club?”
Charlie said nervously as the gang stood outside of Consent.
A club.
A strip club.
Angel had suggested that if Charlie wanted the residents to form trust then that going to a club would do that.
He failed to mention the whole nudity part.
You could sense that the group were a bit disgruntled, so you smiled at Angel “I think this is great Angel! I’ve never been to a club like this before what about you Al?” You turned to your attention to Alastor.
Normally Alastor would have did an disappearing act on everyone when activities were done, but you were actually excited.
You were a rare thing that graced Hell. You were sweet and friendly. Had a good head o your shoulder…but you were horribly naive and had no sense of when people were insincere.
Or trying to gain your attention.
You were bopping your head to the music, swaying as you sipped on whatever concoction the bartender had made.
Your senses were in overdrive as you took in the loud music and flashing lights.
it was so much.
Angel had pulled you onto the dance floor, twirling around you, showing off his moves.
You giggled at his flashy display, laughing as several of the dancers swarmed around you, naked bodies rubbing against you.
This was so fun!
This is absolutely not fun.
Alastor was barely holding it together. The loud music and flashing lights were making him restless. He preferred quiet places with soft jazz playing and pleasant food.
Not establishments where he was pretty sure drugs were near the food.
He stayed seated at the bar. His very presence was enough for sinners to stay away from him.
He sipped his whiskey as he scanned the crowd. Vaggie and Charlie were sitting in a quiet corner, trying to keep Niffty stable.
Sir Pentious was trying to chat up some sinner, Angel was being Angel, and you….
His eyes narrowed as he watched you watch in awe as several strippers danced on you. You were blushing but a smile still on your face regardless. You were unaware of the hungry looks that some of the male patrons were giving you.
But Alastor saw. Saw as some unsightly sinner began to approach you.
You felt a body press up against you. Heavy hands found your waist and pulled you into how they were swaying.
“A pretty doll like you shouldn’t be alone on the dancefloor” a voice purred in your ear. You turned around, blinking at the stranger before giving him a smile “Oh you wanna dance with me?” You asked innocently. The sinner grinned, “suuuurree sweetness anything you like” he chuckled moving with you to the music.
Alastor had crushed the glass he was holding, static buzzing around him causing the lights to flicker slightly.
He took a deep breath, downed some whiskey from the bottle, and made his way through the crowd, brimming with dark energy.
The crowd practically parted like the Red Sea as Alastor made his way towards you and the filth who was being too handsy.
You smiled when you saw Alastor, completely oblivious to the rage emitting off him “Alastor this was so fun!” You shouted over the music. Alastor tilted his head, eyes narrowed and smile pulled in a tight snarl as he kept his eyes on the demon behind you. “Oooh really dearest?” The demon behind you was shaking in his boots as the Overlord gently pulled you towards him, wrapping an arm around your waist.
Mine.
You were tipsy and babbling away as Alastor dragged you off the dance floor, teleporting you both back to the hotel away from prying eyes.
You blinked, seeing you were back at the hotel. “Wha-?”
A body wrapped itself around you, pulling you into a rumbling chest. Alastor huffed as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck.
”That place was horrid. Medium playing less than pleasant tunes, and those filthy sinners were all over you” he growled.
He was rambling to himself, growling in your ear. You jumped slightly feeling his sharp teeth your at your neck, your hazy mind not comprehending why Alastor was so upset.
”Al?”
”I’m going to show those pathetic sinners just who you belong to my dear”
”that you are mine”
You were spun around and lips slammed on yours.
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“Where the hell did toots go?” Angel asked, confused as he did not see you with Charlie and Vaggie. He last saw you dancing before you basically disappeared.
Husker smiled “Bossman took her back to the hotel”
Everyone was confused, then Angel smirked “Ooohh Freaky Face is SO gonna fuc-”
”Angel please! There’s no way” Charlie said, interrupting him.
You were such a sweet thing, there’s no way you would let…there’s no way Alastor…right?
They had made it back to the hotel and there was no sign of you or Alastor.
”Holy shit!” Angel laughed as he picked up on the loud banging coming from somewhere in the hotel.
easy to say, you now understood what was happening at the club and so many other times
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*contemplates existence for a second*
Hissy Kitty
Part 3
Part 2
Alastor X Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ we love seeing a man lose his mind, mentions of stabbing, poor noodle bean Pentious ⚠
As the shadows in the room grew, Alastor paced back and forth with his hand covering his mouth.
His mind jumping from one thought to another.
I don't understand what's happening! I should know what's happening! Why don't I know!?
Walking faster, he laughed and moved the hand that was on his mouth to run his fingers through his hair.
There were flashes of you appearing in his thoughts. That cold hateful glare, your eyes glowing radiantly as you hissed at him. The way you stood your ground in a powerful stance as the ears on your head were pinned back.
God you looked terrific.
NO!
He shook his head.
Angry, confused, anxious, happy. Emotions battled within him as he continued to pace.
"Oh fucking hell.", he gripped his hair on the sides of his head. "Holy fuck, whatever shall I do with this?"
The Radio Demon was feeling something new and he didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know what it was and that made him upset.
He had to know.
Needed to know.
To be in control.
He couldn't have his emotions taking hold of him. He couldn't have you messing with his heart head.
"The¥ Ωe€d +o &θ.", he growled out with a clenched jaw.
Now he knew why Husker didn't want them around.
They are a distraction, a detour in his plans. Too much trouble to have nearby. A weakness.
He stopped at that.
A weakness..
The static grew even louder, causing the widows to crack and break.
"Ha..hahaha.", he dropped his arms and leaned against his desk with one hand. "Hahaha-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", he laughed, moving a hand to his stomach as he bended inwards. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
He scratched deep claw marks into his desk.
"Ha..."
The room got quiet.
Not a single sound came from him, there was no static or laugh track as he realized what the new emotion filling his chest was.
This wasn't part of the plan..
"This can't go on. I must extinguish this disgusting feeling.", he furrowed his brows. "How absurd. To think such a demon could make me doubt myself."
Removing his claws out from the table, he flicked his hand to rid of the wood chips that stuck onto him.
Fixing his coat and snapping his fingers, he had his creatures get to fixing the windows.
"Let's get to work boys. I need this place to be spotless.", he said without so much as a glance, making his way to the trap door.
"Everything needs to be in perfect θrd€r."
The latch closed as he exited the radio tower.
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You sat on one of the dining table chairs.
The Princess had asked Niffty to make you a uniform and you were waiting for the little demon to show up.
"Oooh! I'm so excited! I've already got all of tomorrow's activities planned out!", Charlie said and bounced in place. "I hope you don't mind wearing the hotel colors."
"I don't mind at all.", you smiled. "I just hope I can get at least three shirts."
"Let's check in with Niffty when she gets here.", the blonde said looking at the door before glancing back at you. "You know.. I'm curious about something."
"What's up?", you give her your attention.
"Are you and Alastor like...you know.", she waves her hand around. "Together?"
Blink blink.
"What?"
"It's just that I see him around you almost all the time, and Alastor is very picky with who he touches.", she explains. "I mean if it isn't dancing then he wouldn't really engage in contact. Sure he's patted me on the shoulder once or twice but honestly that's really it.", she then leans a little closer. "I totally understand if you don't want to say anything but I support your relationship."
You just stared at the Princess, not sure what to say.
Thankfully you didn't have to as Niffty ran into the room.
"I've got my needles!", she smiled wide. "Who am I stabbing?"
"No, no!", Charlie waved her hands as to say stop. "Not stabbing! We need a uniform."
"Oh, ok!", the cyclops pulled out a tailors measuring tape. "Up! Up! I need to take your measurements!"
You got up and walked over, letting her guide you to make it easier to get the right measurements. As the little demon measured your arm, you thought about what Charlie said.
He only did that to annoy Husk, there's no way he likes me in that way. Why am I even thinking about this? It's so obvious that I'm just something to play with to him. You spread your arms out so Niffty could measure the back of your shoulders. Maybe it's because Charlie thinks so. I know it couldn't happen.
The cyclops moved to measure your waist.
Yeah, it would never happen.
"All done!", Niffty pulled out a sewing needle. "Now for the fun part.", she grinned.
"Do you think you could make me two or three shirts?", you asked. "It's ok if you can't."
"I can!", she said and sprinted out of the room. "I'll leave them in your room when I'm done!"
You waved to Charlie as you left, making your way over to your room.
I hope there's no bugs on my bed again. You shivered at the memory. That was so gross.
"Exsscusse me.", someone said from behind you.
Turning around, you saw Sir Pentious.
"Oh! Hi Pentious! What can I do for you?", you asked with a smile.
"I'm..uh. I have a question, if that'sss alright?", he asks, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Sure! What's on your mind?", you replied.
"Are you being courted by the Radio Demon?", he asked.
...
"What?"
"What?"
You held your hands out as to say stop and shook your head with a laugh. "No. What in the world gave you that idea?"
"Well.. he'sss been around you so often and he takess care of you.",the snake demon explains. "I just thought with sssuch actions, he'd be trying to attract you."
Someone else thought Alastor and I were together? Does it really look like that?
"Why the question?", you asked.
"Um..I want to know how to court ssomeone.", he said shyly.
You gasped excitedly.
"Oh! Do you have a special someone!?", you took hold of his hands. "Do I know them!?", you asked.
Before Sir Pentious could say anything, you were yanked away from him.
"Woah!"
Your back was pressed against something warm. Static buzzed loudly, making the fur on your ears and tail tingle. The shadows got darker and started to take shape of sinister creatures.
"H@πd$ øff."
The vibrations from his radio voice came from his chest, which you felt rumble through you.
"Alastor?", you said nervously.
"W-wait!", Pentious backed up. "All I did wass asssk a quesstion!"
"I'm &o¡ng t⁰ ©0ok ¥∅u |ik€ ®oti$serie ¢hick€n!", the deer demon threatened.
"Alastor!", you shouted and turned in his hold to grab his face, tilting his head down. "Damn it! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Finally he stopped, red eyes dimming the glowing and now focused on you. Pentious took this as a chance to escape and slithered off quickly.
"What just happened?"
*goes back to typing* I'm good.
~Seline, the person.
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Alastor x teen reader (platonic)
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Today was one of 'those days'. You woke up feeling better than ever so you decided to enjoy the day and take a little walk outside.
From the moment you stepped onto a sidewalk you were catcalled by some gross-looking thing that you didn't even want to describe. As you continued to walk just trying to enjoy your day when You spotted Mimzy.
You tried to walk away without being noticed but she saw you.
"Oh Y/n dear it's been so long. How have you been? How's Al, he's being. a. little. bitch." She said in a baby voice as she fussed over you.
"I'm good, He's good. I have to go." You talked fast as you backed away from her but she pulled you down into her chest.
"Oh not you trying to avoid me too. I still remember when you were a tot, all small.... living and breathing." She pinched your cheeks.
"That was back when I was alive, Mimzy." You deadpanned.
"Oh, I know darlin' but I still remember it. Come Come, I can only imagine that you don't know your way around seeing as you're always inside."
With that comment you were offically done with her. You rarely use your powers but you did to get away from her.
You hated when anyone mentioned how much time you spend in your room. You like your time alone and find nothing wrong with it.
You poofed away in a puff of smoke into an alleyway. You caught your breath while facing a side wall.
"Down to bone." some Random said as he grabbed your arm and tried to pin you against the wall. You broke his arm causing him to scream in pain.
"Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. Go." You succesfully scared him into running away but once he made it to the edge of the alley he bumped into someone. That someone killed him in an instant.
"Is that Alastor's little assistant?" The sound of a TV voice came from the sidewalk.
"You gotta be FUCKING. KIDDING." You hit the wall in frustration.
"Oooh~ someones mad." He teased as he walked up to you. "What are you doing out, the radio demon gave you permission?"
"Go fuck yourself."
"That's not very nice. I rarely see you without the big man. Can't we just chat."
"N-"
"What are you doing all by yourself, I'm on a walk myself I needed a break from the Vs." He said honestly just wanting to chat but you weren't in the mood, plus you didn't want to get in the middle of his and Al's rivalry.
So you poofed away again, this time going back to the hotel. Your day has been wasted, and you just want to go back to your room.
"Y/n you're back right on time we were just about to do some ex-" Charlie greeted you as cheerful as ever but it just annoyed you.
"Sorry Charlie not in the mood." You moved past her and everyone that was in the main area.
"Damn kid you look like shit." Angel laughed making everyone turn to you. You made eye contact with Alastor who got up at the sight.
"Are you alright? How was your day out." He asked. You tried to brush past him.
"It was a lot and I just want to go to my room now if you'll excuse me." You ran to your room and slammed the door.
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Later you got hungry and were about the raid the kitchen but when you opened the door you saw a plate of cookies and notes from everyone in the hotel.
'Maybe hell isn't all that bad'
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before i never really interacted with blogs(cuz anxiety and very toxic friends had my tumblr, who ive gotten rid of now) but now i literally interact with every post bc of you, you are god and i will worship you, your smut is poetic af and has my legs SHAKING(.literally.)
i am ON MY KNEES❗
also, alastor and his rivals(vox or lucifer) x reader smut? like i know alastor would be petty asf and have them watch as he fucks the living out of their beloved, im curious, do you have any ideas regarding that?(cuz your ideas are delicious and im hungry for that)
You’ve left me speechless which is quite the accomplishment, Darling. I am just a little goblin! Or like the tooth fairy, but instead of teeth I take praise and instead of money I leave filthy smut 🥺 I am so glad you removed the toxic friends and are interacting more. 💖 you deserve better and your interactions are a joy. Thank you for brightening my day! I am so far away and yet you’ve got me blushing like a fool.
oooh yes okay so! Here’s some ideas 👀
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Energy for me is Lucifer: Here to please. Alastor: Here to win. I imagine Luci brings you to the hotel for Charlie’s Birthday party, already having a precious casual fling once or twice before. All the guests are there, everyone is dancing and drinking and having a good time. Alastor notices how you call him Luci, how Lucifer cant keep his cool when you lean closer to him when you speak. Naturally, Alastor sees an opportunity to fuck with Lucifer so he asks for a dance. He is uncharacteristically sweet and loving, willing to do anything to get under the king of hell’s skin. He changes the music to something slow, holding you close he whispers in your ear during your dance, “How can any man maintain composure around you? I feel my manners slipping through my fingers every time you look my way.” When you leave the party to cool down, Alastor follows, finding you in an empty room trying to decompress. “Would you hate me if I kissed you? Be forewarned, once I start, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop…”
Lucifer walks in to see you absolutely melting under Alastor, lipstick smeared and face flushed.
But Luci adores you, your pleasure is his pleasure and he’s compelled to stay and watch, even as Alastor makes you moan and scream his name. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?” “Whose cock are you made for?” You’re reduced to incoherent babbling by the time Alastor is finished toying with Lucifer. Lucifer can’t take it anymore and finds himself crawling onto the bed to swallow your moans and shower you in praise.
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I can see Vox bringing his beloved personal assistant to an overlord meeting for note taking, and Alastor notices your glances to him. Vox adores you, and is always on his best behavior around you to impress you. Alastor waits for you outside of Vee Tower that night for a “chance run in”. “What luck! Allow me to buy you a drink, as a welcome to hell.” Charms you as any good southern boy could, and suggests you both go back to your office for privacy. Knowing full well Vox has cameras all over the office, Alastor fucks Vox’s assistant on his desk while maintaining eye contact with the massive collection of screens there. Vox catches sight of this while skimming through the feeds but can’t break away from the video. Alastor keeps your back to the displays while bouncing you on his cock, smirking at Vox the entire time as he leans back on his desk chair. Vox is seething and finally rushes to his office to find Alastor gone and you lying on your back, still out of breath and cum dripping onto the desk.
Vox keeps you, but gets rid of the desk. He can’t let Alastor have the satisfaction of making him lose his prized employee. For weeks after, while zoning out in board meetings, his screen flashes images of Alastor smirking from over your shoulder as you ride him. He’s entirely unaware that it’s happening and everyone is too scared to tell him.
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Hi Good morning...
Could you do Yandere Alastor? If not Could Alastor be possessive?
Imagine Charlie going to heaven to talk to the angels (just like in that episode) but in addition to taking his girlfriend, he also took Alastor along with them... Now imagine Alastor being reunited with his beloved wife (who became an angel after her death and with that they both separated) what would happen? Now imagine having other angels flirting with Alastor's wife or trying to protect her since he is the radio demon...
Oooh… okay. This is interesting. Though, I can imagine Alastor may end up dragging us down to Hell with him since he’d be that possessive. He wouldn’t stay in Heaven, he’d be getting us banished from Heaven so he can be with us! That’s how I view it and this is my first Yandere Alastor and Yandere Hazbin Hotel as well!
Alastor- Yin and Yang, Light and Dark
Alastor is a merciless, intimidating man of extreme power as Hell’s all-around-feared Radio Demon. A figure who had nothing to his own name that others did. Just himself, a blade and so many sins under his belt. Nobody would ever suspected he would ever fall in love, that he could fall in love, that it was possible for such a corrupted mind…
But here is both Charlie and Vaggie, and the entirety of Hell being completely disapproved. The young sapphic couple decided to bring their redemption project’s primary investor, Alastor up to Heaven with them as backup support, incase anything happens. The three demons are greeted with the mighty Seraphim, Sera’s assistant. A beautiful warm-hearted female angel that greets them with a warm smile and a familiar accent
Alastor just stopped in place when he met your eyes, he stopped smirking and snarking through this situation. Stopped even smiling as he couldn’t stop looking at this angel… she reminds him of the wife he had lost. Nobody knew he was married… he almost forgot he was. Alastor approaches this sweet-hearted angel and asks politely to hold her hand. Of course, this angel… or also known as you, is a bit hesitant but does so anyway. Eventually being able to flip your hand to reveal the shiny wedding ring that has remained there for so long, it may as well be stuck in place
Since when did Alastor have a wedding ring?! That’s what Vaggie asks herself when Alastor seems to just manifest a shiny golden marriage band onto his hand in just a flick of his wrist, both of you carefully slide off those rings to check the insides, where writing of each other’s names remain. Revealing to one another that you’ve both been reunited since 1933… since Alastor’s death, many years prior your own
You’re found your husband… after almost seventy years
It was hard to not cry before your guests but pulling back in all your emotions and your questions for your estranged now demon husband, Alastor. You have to lead the Princess, her partner and her close friend over to where Sera and Emily await to greet them. Whilst Emily ends up excitedly distracting Charlie and Vaggie, you’re unable to stop thinking about being able to find your husband. You know that ring anywhere and looking at the Radio Demon more, you can see the dark-skinned Creole man behind the new appearance
You smoothly weave past the other two higher-rank inhabitants of this grand bright cool cloudy realm to take Alastor’s hands, prying one off his staff-like microphone-cane and eventually running fingers through his hair, doing so just makes his tall fluffy deer-like ears pin back. It’s just like when you were both humans and how’d you run your fingers through his fluffy dark brown hair to ease him after a long day of work
“Alastor… why did you lie to me? You said we’d go to Heaven together”
He did promise. Back in 1926, when you two got married. A illegal marriage but you didn’t care at all. Married at only 26 years old, both of you. He promised you’d both die together and fly up to Heaven together, be happy, safe and comfortable together in Heaven but when you died after he did, you never found Alastor
You were devastated, looking everywhere, desperate and heartbroken at being alone, and ending up being comforted by Lady Sera. Who revealed to you Alastor never arrived in Heaven… which was just proof to that that he didn’t go to Heaven but he went to Hell
You wanted to know so badly, for almost seventy years. Why he went to Hell… what did he do? You never saw Alastor commit any wrong. He was a good person, yes, wealthy and influential as a very popular Radio Host but a good man
Alastor, in reality, simply hid his true self, his psychotic ‘disorder’ from you. He had actually fallen in love with a sweet soft angel, a sympathetic harmless woman and was terrified he’d lose you, a genuinely good person, to the fact he was a serial killer… hence why you never saw nor knew how bad he actually was
How he killed every single man who came onto you, how he killed every single woman who dared to give you any side eyes. He was obsessed, possessive, protective, murder-driven
Alastor covered every single footstep and every trace of his bad doings and even when he was reported as the serial killer on the radio upon the Police taking him down… you still didn’t know because you avoided the radio, out of heartbreak pain of your husband being taken away from you and utter disbelief of what anybody said about Alastor back in Louisiana, New Orleans during your old-timey era
Being reunited with you… this beautiful moment has drowned Alastor with not only all those incredible memories of the past as a human he shared with you, but all his unhealthy, what it’s called yandere mannerisms. In an instant, he is determined to get you back at all causes and he is willing to drag you down to Hell with him
He can’t be redeemed, even if seeing you again is a huge motivation to try fix himself and pass by his sins of wrath, he’ll just make you fall through the clouds and land right into his arms after passing through the pentagram above. This is perfect… absolutely perfect and a mere second devised plan is already becoming the Overlord’s obsession
Alastor lifts up the hand combing through his hair away and kisses the top of your hand, making both yours and his heart flutter. Everything you do for one another is reminders of the past and reminders of your secret marriage. His pretty crimson red eyes look down at you before he speaks, his voice dropping the radio effect echo so his organic transatlantic accent coos out, full of love and joy
Mainly because he’s going to make you become a Fallen Angel and come live in Hell with him. You won’t be alone again and he won’t be alone again either
“I know, darling… I was never a good person and I didn’t deserve you. But I am here to change. If you give me some weeks, maybe some months. Give us that time. We’ll be together again. Just like before”
A/N: To say. What would Alastor do if he saw Angels trying to flirt with you or keep you away from him as he visits Heaven with Chaggie is that he’d be planning immense murder and destruction but he couldn’t do anything about it. Politely dragging you away from the angels to talk to you more. He wants to kill but he can’t whilst within Heaven
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Please, Mister Miller Sequel: Part 6 BFD!Joel x f!Reader
words: 18k (yeah. That's right)
summary: It's Graduation Day and your parents are here... so is Joel...so is an unexpected visitor.
tags/warnings: age gap, infidelity mentioned, p in v, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, namecalling (slut, good girl, sweet girl), oral sex (f receiving), Daddy-kink in parts, public-ish sex, voyeurism, mentions of childhood trauma, shitty parents, clothes ripping, lovingmaking, reader has hair Joel can grab.
a/n: over 18,000 words on this fuckin' monster. If I don't get some damn good reviews I'm gonna riot. In other news, FUCK the next chapter is gonna be a goddam monster too... unless I break it into 2. We'll see. What do you wanna see happen?
masterlist here
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You wake on graduation day with a knot in your stomach and you know exactly why. The text you received last night. You pick up your phone, eyes scanning the brief message and sighing deeply.
[MOM]Just got in. See you at the ceremony tomorrow. Be sure to wear the dress.
You look over at that ridiculous dress, a totem of innocence and purity and you want to laugh. Innocent? Pure? What a joke. If only she knew the photos of Joel you have on your phone, or the absolutely depraved things you’ve done with him.
As if you’ve summoned him, a text comes through.
[HIM 💜] Can’t wait to see you, bby.
You smile at your phone. You can almost hear his deep voice, the rasping purr.
Can’t wait to see you! xoxoxoxox
Though after the stress of seeing my parents I’m gonna need a massage.
[HIM 💜] Deep tissue? Swedish? Internal?
Oooh Deep Tissue followed by internal please. Lol.
Sarah wakes soon after positively vibrating with excitement.
"I can't wait to see Charlie!" She shouts, jumping up out of bed. "And I can't wait to travel this summer!"
You force a smile but you can't deny you're envious about Sarah's summer. Yours is bound to be a solitary one living back with your parents. You need to get a job back home to help pay for school in the fall.
Perhaps Joel will come and visit you back home once in a while? Or perhaps tonight will be your last rendezvous? It's hard to think of how it can continue, despite what Joel says. He can't exactly come over and meet the parents can he? And your parents will likely have a very close hold on you, wanting to introduce you to the right people, trying to convince you to switch your Masters degree for something more profitable.
Despite how well off your parents are they have made it clear from the start that you'll make your own way in the world. But that’s fine by you because you have scholarships and you’re a hard worker. Living at home means saving up money. Saving up money means moving out away from them.
But until then, it’s long, solitary days back in Chicago with your family.
Sarah gives a stretch before falling onto your bed with an oof. She sits, knees touching yours and smiling broadly.
“We’re almost graduates!”
“I know!”
And funnily enough out of everything with your parents, it’s not that which upsets you the most. It’s the fact that will be no Sarah to look forward to in the fall. No more giggled nights over cheap beer or joined study sessions helping the other make flash cards.
She’s become a touchstone to you. A person whose Snapchat's and text messages through the summers made life bearable when your parents were too much for you. Whose soup delivered to your beside during sick days at school made you feel taken care of. The roommate who dragged you to parties to make you socialize and subsequently introduced you to Conrad, who for a short while made you very happy.
Without Sarah you don’t know who you would be today.
"I'm going to miss you so much," Sarah says gently, her large eyes teary.
"Same here," you say, trying to swallow the tremor in your voice.
"I can't believe we're just gonna suddenly not live together," she says, chin wobbling and the sight of it makes it impossible to stop the tears that slip down your cheeks.
“I know,” you say and now the tears are free flowing and the words you’ve never voiced come out wobbly. “I’ve never had a friend like you. A best friend.”
Sarah lets out a choked sob and the two of you collapse into a sniffling hug that makes your heart swell. You finally pull back long enough to brush the tears from your eyes, the two of you laughing at how emotional you both are.
"You're gonna be traveling all over South America all summer," you remind her with a watery smile. "You won't have time to miss me."
"I will so!" Sarah insists with a friendly push to your shoulder. “I’m gonna get you something really nice too!”
When you put on the white dress later that morning you're struck that you're the vision of chaste. The lace sleeves, the ruffles, the high neckline. It gratifies you greatly when you pull on the most scandalous panties you own, red completely see through. They tie at the hips and they barely cover anything.
You pull them up over your hips and lower the dress over them. The fabric is so thick they can't be seen, but you will.
And soon Joel will too.
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By the time the ceremony starts hours later you're almost shaking with nerves under your robe and mortarboard. The rasp of the dresses ruffles at the shoulder make you twitch.
Sarah is seated next to you, her eyes scanning behind you. You know she's looking for Joel and Charlie. You already spotted your parents near the back of the large auditorium looking as dour and bored as they always have.
"Oop there he is!" Sarah murmurs as the Provost drones on at the podium. You glance at her before you allow your eyes to drift in the direction she's looking. And there he is, seated beside a beaming Charlie, is Joel.
Your Joel.
He's so handsome you could cry. His hair is longer and curled, looking so soft you want to leap out of your seat to run your fingers through it. He's wearing a button down and he's grinning at both you and Sarah. When she turns around to face the speaker Joel casts you a sly wink that has you flushing.
You feel his eyes on you through most of the ceremony, and when you go up after to collect your diploma you hear his clapping and shouting of your name over the crowd. To anyone else he looks like the supportive parent of his daughter’s friend. But when you cast your eyes into the crowd and see his beaming smile, you feel the pride from where you stand on the stage.
Soon enough the ceremony is over and you and Sarah are official graduates. You give her a tight hug after you toss your caps into the air. You both give yelps as the caps fly around you, laughing as you find yours before handing her the one next to it on the ground.
"Gonna go find my dad," she tells you as you give her one final squeeze. You nod watching her rush through the bustling array of people in search of the man you cannot wait to hold and kiss.You slip through the crowd until you find your parents still seated and looking at the passing crowds with distaste.
You take a deep breath, swallowing before you approach them with a tentative smile.
"Hello Mom, Dad."
The two of them stand simultaneously, giving you a once over before your mother gives you a detached embrace. She’s likely trying to see if you’re wearing the dress she insisted upon. Your father pats your shoulder companionably.
"Congratulations," he tells you with a thin smile. "Graduation with honors."
"Thank you," you say, surprised with the compliment.
"Not valedictorian," he reminds you quickly. "But I suppose there was lots of competition."
Your mother says nothing and you just nod, wanting this interaction to be over as quickly as possible. You notice now that your father is holding a small wooden box with a bow on it. He thrusts it at you.
"Take this and be sure to take care of it."
"Yes sir," you nod, taking the small box from him. You open it up to see an ornate fountain pen sitting on the velvet. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
It’s hideous and nothing like your style. You don’t even write by hand anymore unless it’s for the word jumble. Just another example of how little your parents know about you.
"We'll go to dinner," your mother tells you. "Afterwards we'll collect your things and you can come to the hotel with us. Our flight is first thing in the morning."
“Oh, I thought I was going to spend one more night here at the dorms,” you say, a bit of panic coursing through you. “To finish up packing and everything.”
That had been the plan. You and Joel would have dinner with your families and then meet up at the hotel he sent you. You can’t do that if you’re with your fucking parents at some fancy hotel near the airport.
“That’s a waste of time and I don’t want to be late for the airport,” your mother says with a frown. “You were to have finished packing last night.”
“I underestimated how much I had to pack,” you defer, trying not to sound as concerned as you feel. “I’ll take a taxi to the airport early tomorrow, I promise. I won’t hold you up.”
Your mother goes to deny this request but your father holds up a hand, making her flinch.
“If she’s paying for her taxi who are we to tell her no?” your father says with a shrug. “Let her.”
Your mother silently stews, shaking her head in a short nod. This entire scene is simply a precursor to what awaits you this summer. Their strained marriage, your strained relationship with them. It’s a nightmare.
Moving back home feels both terrifying and humiliating all in one. You hated being under their thumb, but you can't afford rent and school. And despite what they say, you want to pursue your schooling. It makes you happy. It's a small sacrifice to secure your future.
You nod, head held low. It jerks up when you hear your name being called. You glance over your shoulder.
Fuck.
You feel your anxiety grow when Sarah, Charlie and Joel approach.
'I'm so glad that's over!" Sarah says with a laugh. "I don't want to think about how many people wore this gown before me."
You smirk at this before turning to your grim -faced parents.
"You know Sarah," you say to your them, noting that Joel hangs back a moment, watching the scene.
"Of course, hello Sarah," your mom says as your dad gives a tight smile to your roommate. They've seen Sarah plenty of times in the background of your sporadic video calls home.
"This is her boyfriend, Charlie," you say and the shy Charlie offers a timid wave in reply. Your father is looking over Charlie, noting the slump of his shoulders, the shy way he doesn’t make eye contact. You’re positive they’ll have something scathing to say about him during dinner.
You notice Joel staring at you and then your parents. You try to hold back the flush starting at your cheekbones. His hands are at his side and he finally approaches the group, his eyes on your parents.
"Uh, and this is her dad, Mister Miller," you say softly, unable to make eye contact with him. For some pathetic reason you want this to go well. You want them to love Joel as much as you do.
"It's Joel, sir, ma'am," Joel says, all southern manners as he shakes each of their hands. He brushes by you to do so and you can't help but inhale his cologne, dark and spicy.
"Pleasure to meet you," your mother says with a quick once over of what Joel's wearing. When she sees no obvious designer labels you can tell she's already written him off.
Your dad however is intrigued by Joel's appearance, being the only other man in a group of women. He gravitates towards Joel with a little smile on his face.
"So what do you do, Joel?"
"I run a renovation business with my brother," Joel answers with an easy smile that shows his dimple. You melt. He’s so fucking gorgeous. Your father gives a look of clear disapproval at his answer.
"Just the two of you?"
"Ten years ago it was just the two of us and now we oversee a staff of twenty," Joel answers breezily able to overlook your father's open judgment. He’s a humble man, not one prone to bragging. But you know what he’s trying to do, to disarm your parents, to make them like him. And the thought of why he’s doing that has your stomach spinning delightedly.
"Self made man, I respect that," your dad says nodding and you have to stop yourself so you don't beam with pride over at Joel.
"S'how I was raised," Joel shrugs with humility.
"Same here," your dad says with an approving nod. "Built up my law firm from nothing. Now we're one of the biggest in Chicago."
"Impressive," Joel says even though you know he couldn't care less.
His eyes dart to you briefly before landing back on your father. He’s likely noticing how different you are from your parents. They’re all cold, serious calculation while you are smiles and blushes and easy affection.
"Wish you boyfriend took a page for Joel's book here," your dad says with a look in your direction. "That Conrad was raised with a silver spoon firmly lodged in his mouth."
The smile you had on your face falls immediately. You feel your hackles rise up when it feels like all eyes suddenly drift over to you.
Why are they still bringing up Conrad?
"Conrad and I broke up months ago."
"That's what you said at Christmas too," your mother says with a sniff, digging through her purse for her lipstick. "Then by January it was on again."
Your jaw clenches tightly. This is a classic family maneuver, making you feel insecure in your decisions.
"I'm sure you two will find yourselves back in each other's arms soon enough," your father says not bothering to hide his displeasure at the thought. He covers it with a false laugh that your mother smiles politely at.
"I can promise you I won't," you say with a tone bordering on a growl. You're just thankful you haven't seen Conrad at graduation all day.
"I sure hope not," Joel murmurs surprising you all. Even Sarah glances over at this in surprise and you feel Joel's panic. His eyes widen a fraction before his mouth curls into a displeased line and he shrugs.
"Just from what I heard from Sarah I think you deserve much better."
Sarah shoots you an apologetic expression to which you reply with an an embarrassed half shrug. You’re not upset that she talks about you with him. If anything it’s sort of sweet.
"Anyway I better be gettin,' Sarah and Charlie here out to dinner," Joel says taking your hand in his a moment. "Happy graduation to you."
You feel your heart flutter, willing the blush in your cheeks to die down.
"Thanks, Mister Miller."
He gives you a subtle wink before bidding farewell to your parents. Sarah pulls you in for another tight hug.
"Promise me you'll come out and visit me when I get back."
Your eyes fly to Joel behind her shoulder for only a moment before you're nodding and smiling back at her.
"Definitely."
“If she’s not busy playing around in school that is,” your father laughs from behind you before turning his attention on your roommate. “Sarah, you were studying… what again?”
“Computer Sciences,” Sarah answers hesitantly.
“A good career path,” your dad continues, despite everyone in the vicinity being uncomfortable. “Much better than Anthropology. Might as well be Philosophy for all the decent paying jobs it’ll get you.”
Your eyes are wet before you can stop them. You cringe visibly, gaze on the ground as they always are when your parents are around. They have the uncanny ability to make you feel so impossibly worthless, so misunderstood, so unseen for who you truly are.
You can’t even look at Joel you’re so ashamed. You must look so pathetic to everyone.
"Sarah why don't you and Charlie go get the car," Joel murmurs to her with a gentle smile as he hands her the keys to his rental car. "I'll be there in a sec."
Sarah shoots her dad an inscrutable look before shrugging and taking Charlie's hand and Joel's keys. She casts a worried look at your face before she breaks from your group. You watch them disappear into the crowd before your eyes draw back to Joel and suddenly the levity from his face is gone.
He steps towards your parents, dropping his voice. This is a Joel you rarely run into. An angry Joel that’s quiet voice is more terrifying than a shout or scream. The quieter he gets the more nervous you become and right now his voice is a soft purr.
"Now I'm normally not one to tell a man how to speak to his kid, but you're being downright shameful to yours."
Your stomach swoops in both elation and terror. You want to kiss Joel senseless for sticking up for you, but seeing your dad's brows rise has you staring between both of them in shock.
“What did you just say?” your father asks, convinced he’s heard incorrectly.
“I said you're talkin’ to your daughter shamefully,” Joel says speaking slowly and enunciating as if your father is slow. Your mother gives a small gasp at this, her hand going to your father’s shoulder. He shakes it off, his face pinking all over as he glares at Joel.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Your dad seethes.
Your dad takes a step towards Joel, used to people backing down from him at work. But this isn't his law office and Joel has a good three inches on him, not to mention biceps and broad shoulders that would easily pummel your father to dust.
He pauses when Joel steps forward as well, your boyfriend not backing down a fraction.
"Sarah's known your girl for years and we had the pleasure of having her to ours this Christmas," Joel tells your father, looking thunderous. "She's a delight."
"Not so delightful for her parents," your mother chimes in. "You wouldn't understand Mister Miller. Your daughter clearly has ambitions and-"
"And yours doesn't?" Joel bites back. "Sarah told me she wants to be a professor."
Sarah told him no such thing. It was you who told him during your time together. He looks over at you, concerned that he got that incorrect.
"That right?"
"Yeah," you nod, trying not to smile. Joel looks back at your parents and his gaze turns cold again.
"'Side from that, your daughter is smart and talented and funny as hell," Joel sneers at your parents. "And that's nothing compared to her warmth and her heart. And now that I've met you both I don't know where the fuck she got that from."
You are officially fucking Joel Miller's brains out later. Right after you stop the tears pricking the back of your eyes.
"She doesn't need people like you in her life," Joel continues and you know he's saying this part for your benefit despite glaring at your parents. "She's a strong, independent woman that doesn't need anythin' other than herself. And if you both don't get your heads straight, she's gonna walk right outta your life and never look back and it’ll be your loss."
Your parents can only stare at him and your father, always so quick with a harsh comment or jab is silent. His face is so red it's almost mauve. His hands are at fists at his side. Your mother looks like she's about to faint.
You however feel as if your heart is overflowing with your love for Joel in this moment.
Joel turns his eyes on you and you pray no one can see the burning passion he holds for you in that gaze because it seems so obvious to you.
"You wanna grab dinner with us?" Joel asks you, jaw clenched. You know he desperately wants to hold you, to bring you into his arms.
"No it's okay," you tell him with a gentle smile. "You have fun with Sarah and Charlie."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
You see the concern in his dark eyes, the searing depths of his affection. But he's aware that you know your own mind and so he just nods, giving you a small smirk before he's heading away from you.
"Take care."
The second he's out of earshot your parents are tripping over themselves to talk.
"That rude man!"
"Uneducated idiot."
"Did you see what he was wearing? And the way he spoke? Positively barbaric," your mother spits, readjusting the purse on her shoulder and shooting you a levelling look.
Joel’s broad shoulders are disappearing into the crowd, but as if he can feel your gaze he turns. He sees your eyes searching for him and he darts his gaze to your parents, seeing they’re both facing you. He gives you a gentle smile and wink and then he’s gone, leaving you warm and strangely emboldened.
"I don't want you anywhere near that family."
You turn to face your parents who are still fuming about Joel and for some reason you suddenly see them for what they truly are.
Small.
Joel made them small. So small that it seems foolish you were ever afraid of them at all. So small that is laughable to think that they have any control over your life. You owe them nothing. They give you nothing but pain and a love that is built on toxicity.
And suddenly it's so easy to sever that tie between you and them.
"Enough about that horrible man," your father grumbles. "Dinner reservations are-"
"I'm going back to my dorm," you inject with a smile, feeling strangely light. "You two enjoy dinner."
"Excuse me?" Your father is exasperated with everything that has gone on. You see it in the tired look he’s giving you. “Since when?”
"I don't want to have dinner with you," you tell them, unable to stop your smiling from growing. "Either of you. So you two go on. Enjoy."
You've never spoken back to them like this. Never with this serene calm, this positively cheerful countenance. You feel your phone vibrate in your purse and you just know it’s a message from Joel. The thought makes it even easier to stand there staring them down.
Your parents gape at you as the crowd of students mills past, looking at your beaming face. It's your father that speaks first.
"This disrespect you're showing your mother and I is disgusting," he spits. "Your sister-"
"Heather isn't here," you tell them so sharply they wince. "And I'm sick of being compared to her."
You've never mentioned Heather’s name to them. Not in all the years since your sisters death. You've felt too guilty, too scared.
But no more.
"Hey now," your dad begins, his face falling. "We never-"
"I'll never be Heather and that's fine because I'm me," you say over him. "And I don't need the two of you trying to tell me that's a bad thing."
They both stare at you, your mother's jaw is actually dropped, almost cartoonishly so. You realize that this is it between you and them. They brought you into the world and they've made you regret it ever since. They’ve punished you for surviving that car crash instead of Heather. You're done with them.
You thrust the pen and the wooden box it came in back at your father. He takes it in slow shock, as if what's happening is a dream.
"So go enjoy your dinner," you tell them. "And have a safe trip back."
You take the phone from your purse as you stride from them. They call your name but you ignore them, your eyes are already on the text from Joel.
[HIM 💜]: Same hotel as last time. Room #461. Give your name at the front desk. Come when you can. Can’t wait to hold you, beautiful girl.
///
You sit at the bar of the hotel a short while later. Your overnight bag is at your feet and you're still wearing that stupid dress front your parents because you wanted to rush over here. You'd been so desperate to see Joel, to feel his arms around you, his mouth on your flesh.
But then as you strode into the hotel and saw the trendy looking bar you decided that a drink was necessary. A celebration for how you stood up to your parents. And then something Joel said months ago tickled the back of your brain. A comment that has stayed with you.
“Do you think we could pretend for this week? That I'm not married, that you're not my daughter's friend? That we met in a bar one night and found each other attractive and just wanted to spend time together gettin' to know one another?”
You smile as you sit at the bar; legs crossing before you order a gin martini from the bored looking bartender. You pull out your phone, typing hurriedly amongst the chatting patrons and jazzy music over the speakers.
I’m at the bar downstairs.
[HIM 💜] ??
Come down. Dress nice. Xx
Joel walks into the dimly lit bar minutes later, his eyes traveling the length of the space until they get to your face. The smile that breaks out nearly makes you faint at the sight. But you maintain your composure, pretending you don’t notice him until he’s right beside you.
He’s so close you can smell his freshly applied aftershave and the soap he used to wash this morning
“Hey bab-“
"That seat is free for now,” you say coolly pointing to the leather stool next to you. Joel gives you a confused smile, crooked and endearing.
“Huh?”
“Look like my date is running late," you tell him in a flat voice, taking a sip of your drink.
Joel looks a bit offended at your cool tone and lack of smile.
"But perhaps you could keep me company until he arrives."
Joel's mouth curves into a smirk as he catches onto the little game. His eyes dip down the length of your body before he backs up a few paces. He adopts a more seductive look, his eyelids lowering a fraction.
"Hello there, my name's Joel Miller," he replies in a husky purr as he takes the seat next to you at the bar. "And you are quite possibly the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen."
"I accept the compliment Mister Miller," you say with a calm nod, trying not to giggle at the characters you're both playing. You want to play this out as long as possible. There’s something hot about the people around you not knowing you two are together.
"Call me Joel," he replies gently. He holds his hand to you and you take it, noting how warm his tender grip is, how sweetly he rubs your knuckles with his thumb before gently dropping your hand when you pull back.
"Alright Joel," you reply breathlessly. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Joel assures you, eyes raking up and down your form before settling on your eyes. “Pardon me for sayin’, but your date is a fool to let a woman as gorgeous as you sit here alone for more than a second."
“Quite forward of you,” you say with a cool raise of your brow, trying to suppress your smirk. The bartender comes over and takes Joel’s order, quickly sliding him a whisky before going to attend to the other patrons.
“So what’s a beautiful woman like you do for fun?” Joel inquires, taking a sip of his drink.
"Oh I haven’t had much time for fun. My day today was especially taxing," you tell him, swirling the toothpick and olive in your martini glass in what you hope is a seductive manner.
"Oh yeah?" Joel is practically purring. "Tell me all about it."
"Well, first off, I graduated with honors today."
Joel gives an impressed whistle as if he’s not completely aware. "Sexy and smart? Damn, baby, you're somethin' else."
You grin, feeling your cheeks pink in delight.
"Then my parents started in on me right after the ceremony," you say rolling your eyes. "And just when I was gonna fall apart, my boyfriend just let them have it. He told them off. I've never seen anything like it. My parents just stood there and it was so inspiring that when he left, I told them off too."
"Really?" Joel breathes, his face midway between concern and amusement.
"Mhmm. And it felt amazing. So amazing that I wanted to come to this bar and celebrate." You give Joel a sultry look. "Then you came up to me and well, here we are."
Joel smirks cheekily and you feel his hand come to the back of your bar seat.
"Can I tell you somethin’?" Joel asks, lowering his voice so you have to tilt closer to hear. His full lower lip grazes your earlobe when he speaks. "Every man in this bar is hoping you'll go home with him."
He pulls back, his pupils expanding rapidly. You let your hand fall to his knee, rubbing gently as you give him a grin.
"Oh, I'm very discerning," you say coquettishly. "I won't go home with just any man. He has to be the right type. Older, handsome, smart, sweet... The whole package."
You watch Joel's golden cheeks turn pink at the compliment. He takes a deep pull off his whisky. He leans back in his bar stool, looking at you tenderly.
"So Miss Genius who graduated with honors. What's next for you?"
"I'm starting my Masters in the fall," you say with a proud smile as if Joel wasn't already aware. "Got a really good scholarship too. Just have to work a bit too save up for the rest."
"How're you gonna do that when you're in school?" Joel takes another sip.
"Oh, it's all online," you tell him as you drain your own glass. "A lot of them are now with everyone's schedules and how hard it is to make ends meet."
"It is?" Joel says and you can tell he's dropped a bit of the act. "I didn't know that."
"Yeah I needed it to be online so I can work at the same time," you explain, then your brow furrows as something occurs to you. Joel notices immediately.
"What?"
"Oh it's just... I just realized I also need to find a place to rent," you say more to yourself than anything. The character you've embodied slips away from you and you blink rapidly." My parents sure as fuck won't be welcoming me back with open arms after what I said to them. And even if they did I don't want anything from them."
Joel looks at you a long time, his fingers tracing absently along the bar top. He looks like he wants to say something but he holds back.
"But that's not exactly first meeting in a bar kind of talk," you say, lowering your hand to fall atop his and you let your voice drop to a seductive purr. "Tell me about yourself."
“Whadda ya wanna know, beautiful?”
You cross your legs the other direction, facing him more. You notice his eyes flit to your bared legs and then back to your face.
“Well your accent isn’t from around here so what brings you to our fine city, Joel?”
“Here to watch my daughter graduate,” Joel says with a gentle swirl of his drink. “I’m from Texas.”
“You got anyone special in your life, Texas?”
“I do,” Joel nods, eyes like burning coals. “This girl I’ve been seein’ that I’m just crazy about. Can't get her outta my head."
"The sex must be great," you giggle with cheeks flaming.
"No words," Joel admits with a dimpled grin. "But s'not the sex that does it for me."
"No?"
"Nah," Joel shakes his head. "See, she's real smart. Startin' a Master's degree in the fall."
"Wow."
"She's not just smart," Joel shrugs, taking another pull from the bottle. "She's gorgeous too. Fuckin’ stunning."
He watches your eyes drift to his collar, suddenly shy. This emboldens him, makes him lean closer again until his whisky-soaked breath lands in huffs against your cheek.
"I miss how she smells," Joel continues. "I never told her this but I went to the mall and got a bottle of the perfume she wears. I spray it on my pillow from time to time just to make it feel like she’s there."
"You do not!"
"I do," Joel chuckles. "Never smells the same as when she wears it though."
Shit, you can feel your eyes watering.
"And when I talk to her she's the first person who's really listened. She doesn't just nod and wait for her turn to speak. She's the first partner that's ever really wanted to take care of me."
Partner.
"You're easy to take care of," you murmur. "I assume," you add hastily, not wanting to break character.
"So's she," Joel tells you and his face sobers. "The kinda woman I would die to take care of. But I worry. I'm pretty old-"
"Not old-"
"And she's got a whole future in front of her,” Joel says and the levity is gone from his face. “I worry I’d hold her back from it. Hold her back from a lot.”
It takes all your resolve not to throw yourself into his arms right this second. Instead you give him an impossibly gentle smile, leaning your face closer to his.
“You said this woman is smart,” you reason, feeling your pulse flutter. “I think she knows exactly what she wants. And from what it sounds like, she wants you, Joel.”
Joel gazes at you a few moments, his finger absently tracing the rim of his whisky glass.
"You know you're a beautiful woman," he murmurs in a sultry tone, his eyes lowering seductively. "And this may be forward but I'm staying at this hotel and I'd love to take you to my room."
You smile.
"I'd love that, Joel."
///
You’re in each other’s arms seconds after opening the door to your room. Joel crashes his mouth against your and you leap into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He licks into your mouth as he stumbles the two of you towards the bed.
He lowers you gently to the floor, giving a lingering kiss to you before the ruffles of your dress rasping against his shirt distract him.
“Such an innocent looking girl in this dress,” Joel muses, his wide hands sliding down the white fabric as he smiles. “Who’re you tryin’ to fool, baby?”
“I didn’t pick it,” you huff a laugh. “They did.”
The amusement is immediately gone from Joel’s face. Without warning Joel’s hands are at the neckline of your dress. You frown up at him before gasping as he rips the fabric brutally. It tears down the middle, exposing your breasts.
“Joel!”
He turns you around, ripping the skirt from it as well. You’re left in tatters of fabric and you watch as ruffles hit the carpet slowly before looking up at him and laughing. He grins at you, throwing some of the remaining lace fabric in his hands onto the floor.
“Joel,” you laugh loudly. “What the fuck?”
“You don’t have to wear what they tell you to ever again,” he promises you. “You don’t have to listen to another goddam thing they say. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You’re your own woman. And when I take you to bed I’m fucking you, sweet girl. Not some virginal doll version of you that they’ve created in their heads.”
You shiver in anticipation as you feel his warm body behind you, still clothed. You feel Joel’s hands come to your waist, holding you.
“My good girl fucks like a champ,” Joel whispers against your ear. “And she loves my cock doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” you sigh.
“She likes fucking in public,” Joel continues, hands coming to cup your breasts from behind. You feel his hips rubbing against your lower back, cock hard and waiting for you. “She gets wet bein’ a bad girl.”
“Fuck, I do,” you whimper, letting Joel take control of your movements as you go boneless against him. “I really do.”
“That’s who I’m taking to bed,” Joel reminds you, pulling the remaining tatters of your clothing off your body until you’re standing in nothing but the red panties you picked out. His eyes are drawn to them, a smirk bleeding over his face.
“And look at that,” he says as his hands slip down the front. “She’s already wet for me.”
“Always.”
He kneels in front of you and unties your panties at the hip, groaning appreciatively as they flutter to the ground. You’re naked before him, and you feel his eyes take in every square inch of flesh. You hear his clothes fall to the ground in a rustling heap.
His mouth is on your pussy before you even register what he's doing. You feel your body tensing before his large hands come to hold your thighs in place.
"Such a pretty pussy," he groans, delving deeper between your folds. You feel your legs begin to tremble. He begins giving you exquisitely probing kisses between your thighs, chuckling when you begin to tremor.
"Please Joel," you beg quietly. "I need your cock."
He gently ushers you to the bed onto your belly before bracketing your hips with his thighs. Joel's fingers move to the back of your neck, curled into your hair. He moves it up, out of the way so he can press long kisses to the bare flesh of your neck.
"My girl loves gettin’ fucked," Joel grunts out above you. "Ain't nothin' virginal about her."
He groans against your shoulder as he slides into you, hips slowly pressing against the swell of your ass. You sigh, allowing yourself to be pressed into the mattress. You’ve missed this. And judging by his poorly stifled moans, Joel has missed it too.
"Such a good girl," Joel coos, coating himself in your copious arousal. "She missed me."
"Uh huh," you whimper out because all of you has missed Joel. Not just your body but your heart, your mind. You can hear him smile behind you as you thrust yourself back on his length.
"Such a pretty girl," Joel murmurs as he pulls out and then slowly pushes himself in again. He kisses the top of your spine, tongue trailing over your flesh as you moan below him. Your wrists are held by him, resting at your lower back. Your face is tilted, cheek on the sheets as you moan, your vision growing blurry.
You can only writhe under him, body flailing with pleasured arches. Silent screams to keep going to go deeper. Nothing is rushed, everything is tempered and slow and deep. He fills you up so fucking well, so achingly patient.
"She likes having this pretty pussy full 'a me," Joel says as if he has to remind you. "Don't you, baby?"
"Yes yes yes."
"Look at you," he marvels as he stares at you. His free hand slides down your spine, petting you like a cat. You smile drunkenly over your shoulder, watching his hips flexing as he continues to drive himself into you. "You need more, honey?"
You can only give a weak nod, going down on your forearms, presenting yourself to Joel to use.
"Yeah, she needs it harder," Joel murmurs, you feel him flexing, cock sliding through your folds as you whine brokenly. Your head falls forward as your face screws up, brows saddling. Joel’s hot breath is at your ear, his voice a husky purr.
“What do you think your parents would say, knowin’ I’m balls deep in their sweet, innocent girl?” Joel murmurs, tongue coming to trace the shell of your earlobe. “What would they say knowing how you sucked my cock and begged for my come that first time?”
Your body twitches in arousal at that.
“What would they say if they knew their precious little girl was on my camera covered in my come an’ callin’ me Daddy?”
Joel continues to move so slowly within you, extending the pleasure to an almost unbearable level as he glides in and out of your drooling cunt. Joel's fingers begin to circle your clit as his cock thrusts into you.
"Baby," you offer, voice sluggish. "You feel so fucking good."
"Naw sweet girl," Joel says running his nose against your cheek. "That's you. You make me feel so goddam good."
You know what he's not saying and it's not just the sex. That being together feels good. That clinging to one another feels good. That just existing in this moment with each other feels so fucking good.
"Needed this cock didn't you?” Joel asks, hips starting to rock into you with more abandon. "Needed me to take care of you."
His hips are slapping against your ass now, making your eyes cheat to the back of your head. The slapping sound is so visceral, so overtly sexual.
"Yes," you manage to articulate.
"Needed my come?"
You can't even answer that, you just let your eyes shut and feel as the climax courses through your body, making you cry out in broken sounds as Joel fucks into you. You milk his cock as you come down, body boneless. Joel continues, his hips driving forward over and over until-
-a knock at the door sounds.
You hear Joel curse behind you, his body stuttering to a stop. You give a high whine, head twisting to see him over your shoulder. His face is red, his forehead dotted with perspiration. He pulls out of you slowly before reaching for his pants.
"Dinner," Joel says raggedly. He kisses you again before pulling back, going to retrieve the tray whilst trying to hide his erection as you hold back a laugh.
“But you didn’t come,” you remind him, as if it weren’t painfully obvious. Joel gives a breathy chuckle before kissing your sweaty cheek when he returns.
“Plenty a’ time for that, baby.”
Dinner is a steak for each of you with a side of fries, salad a charcuterie tray that Joel thought you’d like. You take a seat on the end of the bed with him and the two of you eat, chatting away about Joel’s flight over here and how he feels about Charlie (bumpy and he’s a good kid).
A short while later when everything is digested he removes the champagne from where it sits over ice and offers to pour you a glass. You’re struck by his thoughtfulness, of all the trouble he went to for you.
“Joel this is so sweet of you.”
“It gets sweeter,” Joel says with a grin. He lifts one of the silver trays and you smile when you see chocolate covered strawberries for dessert. Joel pours you each a flute of the champagne before handing you yours.
"To my genius girlfriend," Joel toasts, clinking his glass to yours. "And her extremely bright future."
"To my impossibly sweet boyfriend," you say smiling dopily. “And his huge heart.”
The two of you sip your champagne, letting the bubbles tickle your tongue. He holds the plate of strawberries out to you but you shake your head.
Joel watches as you place your flute down on the floor before crawling into his lap. He gives a soft chuckle before you're nestled in between his legs. He drains his champagne glass, placing it on the side table.
"I want a different dessert," you breathe, urging his large hand between your legs and gently rocking. "Is that okay?"
His fingers curl into you, finding you wet and waiting. Your thighs spread, giving him better access to penetrate you deeper with his fingers.
"Yeah, that's okay," Joel breathes against your skin. "S'your big day, baby. You tell me what-"
Before he can finish the sentence there's another knock at the door. Joel freezes as if remembering himself. He tugs your robe closed.
"Put on some panties," he urges you. "Your other gift is here."
"Another gift, Joel? And one I need panties for?"
"Trust me," Joel winks at you. "Now put on panties like a good girl even though we know you're anything but."
He swats your ass playfully as you sit on the edge of the bed; watching Joel turn the corner and hearing him open the door. You pull on and re-tie your red panties once more, listening as your boyfriend opens the doors to two strangers you can barely make out in the mirror.
"Oh I thought they were sending two ladies," Joel said, his rumbling voice a twinge irritated.
"So sorry Mister Miller, our usual girl called in sick,” a small redhead says with a concerned look. “Gus is all we had available. But I know you specifically requested deep tissue and he is the best.”
Joel pauses and then nods. “Alright then. Lemme help you with the tables.”
All southern manners Joel brings in the woman’s table despite her protests. You watch as the two masseurs dressed in white pants and white t-shirts set up their tables, bringing out lotion and a portable speaker.
“We’re here for your couples massage,” the woman says grinning from you to Joel. “We hear you’re celebrating your graduation.”
“I am.”
“Congrats,” the man – Gus – says with a patient smile in your direction. “You must be glad it’s over.”
“I guess not glad enough,” you laugh. “I start my Masters in the fall.”
The woman is small with large eyes and a smattering of freckles over her nose. Gus is tall with blonde hair and the straightest teeth you’ve ever seen. He comes over to you with a charismatic nod of his head.
"I take it you’re the one who likes deep tissue?"
“Yes.”
"My name is Gus, I'll be your masseur today. Please let me know if you have any problems with the treatment.”
You see Joel eyeing you from where he stands by his table.
“Greta and I are going to step into the bathroom to give you both some privacy to undress to your comfort and slip under the sheets. Any questions? No? Alright then."
The two of them head into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. You shoot Joel an amused look before the two of you undress to your underwear. You can’t help but let your eyes linger on Joel’s broad naked back as he lays himself on the massage table. He sees your peering as he pulls up the sheet to his waist.
“You gonna stare at me all night?”
You give a sheepish smile before climbing onto the table next to his, raising the blanket up to your shoulders before spinning onto your stomach.
Greta and Gus emerge when Joel calls out that you’re ready. The lights in the hotel room are dimmed and your eyes shut. The scent of lavender washes over you, the oil warmed by Gus’ hands. At the first stroke along your back you give a soft sigh, enjoying the feel of your muscles being taken care of.
You sneak a glance to see Joel laying with his eyes shut tightly, looking more in pain than anything. You hold in a laugh before closing your eyes again and surrendering to the calming sensation of Gus’ large hands on your body.
The massage is divine. So much so that you can't help the little mewls and groans that escape you when Gus hits a particularly good spot. You didn't realize how tense you were.
You hear Joel give a few coughs during the massage, but you barely notice. Greta murmurs something to him and he shakes his head. She nods and you hear Joel give a soft groan when she gets to his lower back.
You’re not the only one feeling good and this pleases you greatly. Joel works so hard, he deserves to be spoiled. With Gus' strong palms pressing into your shoulder blades along with the lavender scented oil you feel transported.
The hour goes by too fast and when the masseurs tell you to relax before getting up you want to cry. You wanted it to keep going on and on.
"Thank you so much," you murmur to Gus, your voice dripping with gratitude.
"We'll just step outside so you can get dressed again," they tell you and Joel in quiet whispers. "Please take your time standing."
You make a soft sighing noise before you feel Joel’s hand skimming along your spine. “That feel good?”
“So good,” you groan, allowing him to help you off the table and into the robe. He sashes it for you before giving you a kiss. He walks over to the door, allowing the masseurs to enter back into the room. They hand you both a glass of water that you drink eagerly.
"We hope you enjoyed your treatment."
“We did,” you enthuse sleepily. You feel so good right now, your limbs heavy in a sleepy way.
"Your boyfriend is so thoughtful," Gus murmurs as he packs up.
"Mhmmm," you say with a wide grin. "I'm very lucky."
You and Joel watch them pack up their things before they’re heading out. When the door is closed you flop down onto the bed, your body so relaxed. It feels heavenly to be touched like that, your muscles soothed.
"You liked that?"Joel says in a deep voice.
"Yeah, felt amazing."
"Yeah?" Joel crawls over to your side of the bed, eyes primal. "I didn't."
Your eyes crack open to see Joel inches from your face. His dark eyes are blown black, his mouth curved into a tight smirk. He throws a leg over your waist, straddling you, his weight heavy and pressing you into the mattress.
"What didn't you like, Mister Miller?"
"Watching that man touchin' you," Joel murmurs, eyes on your waist as he unties your robe.
A fire flames in you at the jealous tinge of his voice. You’ve never really known Joel to be jealous. Even with Conrad he’d been more territorial by the end. But having Joel jealous . . . it’s kind of a turn on.
"He was just doing his job," you say rolling your eyes.
"He was taking his time and starin'," Joel says with a sheepish grin. "I saw him."
"You were watching me the whole time? Weren't you just enjoying your own massage?" You ask with a laugh.
"I did both."
You break into a fit of giggles as Joel's face breaks into a guilty grin
"He was just doing his job," you repeat and almost laugh at the petulant jealousy Joel is displaying.
"I know," Joel says with an embarrassed flush over his cheeks. "I just hated watchin' another man touch you and you makin,' those noises for him."
His hands gently throw open your robe, displaying your breasts to him. He makes a soft noise of appreciation, hand sliding up your ribcage to cup them. You shutter when the thumbs drag along your nipples and they pebble tightly under his touch.
"I wanna be the only one making you feel that good," Joel continues, amusement clear in his face when you begin to start squirming under his touch.
"No one makes me feel as good as you do," you assure him, feeling his cock resting heavily on your belly. "No one."
You groan as he removes the robe from his body before pinning your wrists at either side of your head on the pillow.
"Yeah?" Joel cocks his head to the side, smirking. "I think you need to remind me."
"I'll show you every fucking day if you let me," you groan, hips rolling under him.
"Gonna need you to show me now," he says against your mouth.
"Joel you know I don't want anyone else," you tell him breathlessly. "I just want you."
"Yeah?" Joel's smile is genuine.
"Yeah," you nod, "No one fucks me like you do," you tell him. "No one takes care of me like you do."
"I love takin' care of you," Joel admits, palms cupping your breasts again. He dips his head and rolls his tongue over a stiffened peak and groans when you shiver.
You smile gently as he pulls you to a stand beside the bed. He removes the robe from your shoulders, leaving you beautiful and naked for him. He kisses your shoulder blade reverently, his hands slipping down to cup your ass.
He takes a moment to appraise your exposed flesh before he turns the lights off in the room. You wonder what he's doing when he's taking your hand and guiding you to the large window overlooking the darkened city.
"I'm the only one who takes care of you," Joel murmurs as he twists your body around, facing you to the window. "And I want everyone to know it."
The night is dark; the world dotted with streetlights, restaurant bistro lights, the warm little squares of nearby hotel rooms.
"See them down there?" Joel asks, pointing to the people milling down on the ground below you.
Its groups of patrons down several floors smoking and chatting near the entrance to the hotel bar. Several of them are smoking cigarettes or inhaling vapes. One girl shrieks and stumbles on her heels.
"Yeah."
The people below talk loudly, some tossing their heads back when they laugh.
"You think any of 'em has seen a better pair of tits than these?"
His hands cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your nipples. You shiver, knowing that when Joel's voice drops to that dark baritone something is coming. He kneads your breasts, his mouth coming to kiss your neck, beard tickling the sensitive flesh there as you sigh. The sound of muted laughter breaks you from your reverie.
"Joel someone could see-"
"Maybe," he teases before nibbling gently on your earlobe. "Maybe not."
His fingers are teasing your nipples into hard points, twisting gently until you whimper. Your cunt throbs, anticipation and fear coursing through you.
"Bet if they can see they're thinking how they'd love the chance to fuck this sweet pussy," Joel continues, hand sliding to slip between your legs, fingers curling into your dripping cunt.
"But they don't get to, do they sweet girl?"
You rock against his touch, desperate for the friction. Your hand reaches behind you and goes to his neck as you lean against him, face tilting to his.
"No," you promise him, head falling against his shoulder. "Only you."
"That's right," Joel rasps against your cheek. "Only me."
Your eyes dart down to the group below and you pray that the darkness of the room shields you. You feel Joel hard and twitching at your lower back. He's getting off on this in a major way.
"Let 'em see what they can't have," Joel whispers against your ear. "Let's show 'em what's mine."
Joel's robe which had been shielding you slightly is pulled back from your body. You stand naked, framed by the large window. Your reflection is there, gazing at you like a sultry twin. You twist away from the cool glass, your cheeks flaming.
"Joel-"
"Shhhh," Joel soothes, kissing the top of your head. "S'okay baby. I got you."
His hand comes to your jaw, forcing you to keep your face pointed to the window. Your cheeks burn but you're so wet. You feel his body pressing into yours, herding you closer to the window.
"That's my girl."
He continues like this, pressing you further against the window until your breasts are flattened against the glass. It's cool, and if your nipples weren't already pebbled they would be now.
You allow yourself to be tilted, shifted, your stance widened and your pelvis pressed against the window. Your eyes remain on the figures below, terrified that they'll look up and see you naked and arched.
You hear Joel's robe fall to the ground and know that he too is naked behind you. His wide hand comes to cup your pussy and you whimper, eyes falling shut. You feel him notch himself at the entrance to your cunt.
"Be good for me, now."
Joel slides up into you, the two of you groaning in unison. He makes you feel so full, so deliciously stretched. His fingers begin to worry your clit, tapping and rubbing as he thrusts into you against the window before withdrawing.
"Joel one of them is looking up," you say, even though the people are far away and they could be very well looking at any of the number of hotel rooms.
"What do they see, baby?" Joel groans, shoulders rolling as he slides his fingers along the slick of your clit.
"They see us," you groan, cheeks flaming.
"Uh huh," Joel coos, cock teasing your entrance. "They see you takin' my cock like a good little slut."
This sentence causes your knees to almost buckle and if not for Joel's body pressing you against the window you would have collapsed.
"I want them to see how good my girl looks when I'm fucking her," Joel grunts out, pressing your body against the glass. Your pebbled nipples smoothed against the chilled surface.
"They can't fuck you. Only me."
You whimper before Joel is sliding all the way once more, making your breath come out in little shudders. He picks up the pace, watching as you crest, and your orgasm washing over you. A small one, an appetizer.
You wonder what the people below will see if they look up. A bit of movement in the darkness? Or a young woman pressed luridly against the glass while a broad shouldered older man pounds into her relentlessly?
"They're watchin' me fuck what's mine."
The possessiveness in his statement hits you directly in your cunt, causing you to moan lowly. Joel pins your hands to the window under his, both of your palms flat as he drives into you to the hilt.
"You're all mine," Joel groans. His chin is on your shoulder, digging there. "Say it."
He thrusts brutally into you, his hips unrelenting. You're momentarily distracted before his voice is in your ear, hot and urgent.
"Say it, baby."
"Say what?"
"Say you're mine. I wanna hear it."
His hips are starting to thrust so hard it leaves you breathless, body jolting against the cool glass. It feels so good, so grounding. He presses all of him against you, your body flat against the window and he fucks up into you. His breath is hot at your temple, stirring the hair there.
"I'm yours," you cry out.
"Again."
"I'm yours, baby," you keen, hands slipping down the window, your body going boneless. Your cheek is shifting against the window, your now damp body squeaking against the glass.
"Louder."
"Yours," you punch out as Joel's mouth sucks at your jaw. Every word is now punctuated by Joel's snapping hips you pelvis smacking into the window. "Yours! Yours! Yours!"
He smells so good. Like sweat and the spicy cologne he wore at graduation and the lingering scent of the lavender massage oil. You want to wear that smell on you every day for the rest of your life.
His breath is hot and damp on your neck, teeth scraping against your jaw. Your breasts are pressed tightly against the glass, showing your naked body off to anyone who can see this high up. His fingers rub your clit in gentle circles, palm pressing into your abdomen.
"Again," Joel groans, his hips slamming into you, arousal soaking his length. You're pinned between his gyrating hips and the window. "Say it again."
"Joel I'm yours!" Your voice is cracking as your orgasm starts to creep up on you. "I'm fucking yours! I have been since Christmas!"
You're getting so close to another climax, you're almost there.
"You only want me and my cock" Joel groans, his hands on your hips now as he fucks you brutally, so much that you jump a bit with each thrust, your breasts rasping against the glass. "I'm the only one who fucks you properly."
"You know I only want you," you tell him. "I only want you, Joel. I lo-"
You hold your tongue despite everything. Joel knows how you feel, he must. But the first time you told him he convinced you it was just a connection, not love. You don't want to be the one to say it again.
He grips the back of your neck, forcing your head back and your mouth to graze his. He looks completely fucked out, shiny with sweat, pupils blown, mouth parted.
"Mine," Joel rasps once before his mouth overwhelms you. His lips slot between yours as you let the pleasure overwhelm your core and tightened limbs. Your cries are weak and converging into whines as he continues fucking you.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he growls against your open mouth. “Fucking mine.”
You come down moments later, body boneless and quivering against him. You feel like you're consumed by Joel, his arms around you, his body against yours.
"I ain't done with you yet," he says breathlessly. Before you can say anything he has you in a bridal carry and he's taking you back to the bed. You gaze up at him with adoration, convinced your pupils must be heart shaped at this point.
I love him. I love him.
He sits at the end of the bed, holding you tenderly in his lap, body pliant and ready for whatever he'll offer you. You just want to be with him, near him, always.
His eyes are roving your naked body, the sight of his turgid cock between your legs. He shifts, watching it slip between your lips, grazing the clit.
"Joel," you sigh if only to hear the sound of it.
He seems to remember himself at the sound, his eyes on yours. They go to your mouth, fingers gripping your chin.
"You ready for more, baby?" He asks you, nose rubbing along your own. "Can I give you more?"
His palm trails over your breasts, down your stomach and grazing your inner thigh.
"Yes," you breathe, eyes heavily lidded. "I want more.”
There is a curl at the corner of his full mouth.
"Be polite," Joel murmurs with a smirk. His mouth trails behind your ear, voice a soft huff. "Ask Daddy nicely, baby."
Your eyes don't leave his face, even as your ass begins to roll over his hard and weeping cock. His mouth is at your neck, kissing and sucking.
"Please."
"Please what?" He mutters against your throat.
"P-please," you whimper shakily. "Please fuck me, Daddy."
Joel groans low in his chest at the sound. He takes your hands in his; drawing them up, up until they're laced behind his neck. He leaves them there, his broad hands making their way down your arms, your breasts as you arch, your soft stomach and then between your legs. He holds your soft inner thighs and parts them widely.
Your head tilts back, leaning against his shoulder so you can gaze up at him. He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing your face before he kisses you gently, tongue dabbing against yours as you settle there on his lap, hands on his at your waist.
And now he hooks your thighs over his own, parting both sets of legs widely until you're luridly exposed. Joel's fingertips make a slow trail along the crease of your thigh until they land at your clit. You make a small whimpering noise before settling back against him, eyes shutting in languid pleasure as your head sags forward.
Joel gently pulls your hair, tugging your face up from where it rests against your sternum. The pull is delicious, your heavy eyes staring up into the mirror above the dresser on the opposite wall of the hotel room.
“You're gonna take it like this," he tells your reflection in the mirror. "So we can both see how good you look when you're getting fucked by Daddy."
You whimper and nod, hand splayed over his. Joel is panting heavily behind you, large, dark eyes on yours in the mirror. Your eyes remain on his in the reflection, watching as he helps to lower you onto his cock. From this angle he feels even bigger. You're so slick that when he thrusts inside you think you’ll take him easily, but his size and the angle makes it a strain to take all of him at once.
"You can do it, baby,” Joel soothes as the stretch makes you wince. You can see the flush over your cheeks, the red in Joel's face and chest. His muscles ripple under his beautifully tanned skin.
"Be a good girl for me," Joel whispers against your temple. "Make Daddy feel good."
///
Tess sees rather than hears the two of you first in the reflection of the mirror atop the hotel vanity. At first she's confused when she sees Joel on the edge of the bed facing the mirror. But then she sees the woman in his lap facing away from him, her knees slung over Joel's as he keeps her glistening sex spread wide.
"That's right," Joel rasps against her temple. "I'm gonna take care of you, baby."
His cock is pressing between the woman's thighs, both coated in arousal as he thrusts. Tess can see his middle and ring finger on either side of the woman’s clit, rubbing gentle circles there.
"You always take care of me," the woman on Joel's lap groans, her thighs flexing as Joel drives himself up between her thighs. "Feels so good."
When the woman lets out a husky moan Joel's eyes shutter but they never break from the woman. The woman's face tilts and Joel's eyes are so full of adoration that Tess feels physically sick. She watches as Joel's hands move to cup the woman's face.
"Never felt this good with anyone," Joel tells her softly. "Never."
"Me neither," the woman whimpers before pressing her mouth to his. They kiss slowly, reverently, lovingly even as he fucks up into her. The woman makes a soft whimpering sound, her body quaking as Joel’s cock slides in and out of her. Joel's face breaks. His brows saddle and his thrusting reaches a fever pitch.
"Keep goin'," Joel is slurring. "Uh huh, you take it baby. This is all for you. S'always gonna be for you."
///
You sigh, feeling him bottom out inside you. He lets out a sharp hiss, his hands moving up your body to cup your breasts, pinching the nipples as you moan. He begins to thrust his cock into you, slowly at first, wanting you to acclimatize.
You watch yourselves in the mirror, hypnotized by the way Joel looks as he’s entering you over and over. The way he has your legs spread so wide, so obscene. The sight of Joel’s cock disappearing into your sopping cunt as he kneads your breasts. His eyes are heavy-lidded, but stuck on your face.
“You’re mine,” you tell his reflection, your damp temple pressed against his cheek. “Only mine.”
You don’t feel territorial like Joel, but you want to hear the words from him. There’s something like satisfaction in having Joel say it.
“Yes,” Joel pants, sawing his cock between your thighs. “Only yours.”
Your hands continue to lace around his neck, holding there as he continues to thrust. Your breasts bounce at every jolt, his large hands coming to hold your hips stationary.
"This is your cock baby," he tells you as he pumps into you. "Only you fuck it. Only you."
Your eyes are on his as he thrusts deep and fast, watching your body bounce on his lap, his broad forearms and shoulders caging you against him.
"Joel you feel so fucking good," you moan, eyes closing as he drives himself firmly into you. "No one fucks me like you do."
"That's right," he purrs. "Because I’m yours and your mine n’ Daddy knows how to make his good girl feel good."
He’s fucking up into you with abandon, his hands on your thighs, keeping them apart. He can’t stop staring at the two of you in the mirror, bodies rising and falling together, slick with sweat, moaning together in some feral symphony.
You feel suddenly shy, your face turning to him, forehead pressing against his cheek.
"No no," Joel commands gently, his fingers gently forcing your face to the mirror. "Look at how good you look takin’ my cock, baby."
His face slides next to you, cheeks pressed together and in the mirrors reflection you can see the stark difference in your expressions. Joel is completely un-tethered, eyes narrowed and his teeth bared in a feral smile as he thrusts into you. It's the view of a man taking what he thinks is his, of possession, of desire.
You on the other hand are completely fucked out, hair falling into your glassy eyes, mouth hanging open as you make inhuman noises, your naked body jolting with every thrust. You're totally gone, your body his to mold, hands barely able to hold onto his own around your waist.
"Oh pretty girl," Joel groans heavily into your hair. "You're doin' so good. Keep goin' just like that. Daddy loves those sounds you're makin' just for him."
"Fuck me harder Daddy," you gasp, bouncing along his cock. "Harder."
He holds your thighs tightly, fingertips dimpling the flesh as he holds you open for him to see in the mirror and fucks into you even harder. He looks lost watching as your cunt swallows him time and time again, thrust after thrust. Joel cups your tits again, squeezing them together.
"Joel," you whine, pelvis tilting back and forth as you continue crying out at the ceiling. "I don't wanna stop."
"We're not gonna," Joel promises, the two of you falling into a rhythm as he flexes into you. "We ain’t stoppin’."
He doesn’t know what you mean. That you don’t want to stop seeing him. You look over your shoulder at Joel and you let out a keen when you see how fucked out he looks. You have never wanted him more.
"Joel,” you groan, eyelids fluttering. "I need to come."
"C'mon an’ be a good girl," Joel urges you; planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you two bounce together. "Use your manners."
He's so deep, working so hard that his back is slick with sweat. Your thighs burn as he holds you open but you don't stop, you don't even adjust because the strain adds to it. It makes it feel even deeper, even sharper. His fingers are on your clit again, sliding and rubbing in the way he knows you love.
"That's my girl," Joel croons against your temple, his mouth breaking into a sinful smile against your hair. "So good for me."
"Please Daddy," you moan. "Let me come for you."
You rise and fall together like the waves of an ocean, his arms wrapped around your middle as your arm goes behind your head, fingers clinging to his neck, your forehead against his jaw. Your hips roll over him, sliding back and forth as Joel fucks into you. You stretch your spine out, back arching and face up at the ceiling as you cry out in high, raspy intonations.
///
"Please Daddy, let me come for you."
The woman’s hips flex as she rides his cock. Her chest rises and Joel's left hand moves to cup her breast, his fingertips worrying her nipple. Tess tries to make out the woman's face but her hair is in her face.
"You gonna come on Daddy's cock like a good girl?"
"Yes Daddy," the woman keens.
Tess feels her eyes blow wide at this. She's never heard Joel refer to himself as Daddy, has never had him encourage her to use the term. He's never fucked Tess on the edge of the bed, holding her in his lap and watching their damp bodies writhing together in the mirror. He's never been unrestrained, so recklessly passionate like this.
Tess registers that her marriage is well and truly over not only because the woman is drawing moans from Joel that Tess has never been able to encourage in him in all their time together. It's because Joel has never looked at Tess the same way he's looking at the woman now. The naked look of reverence and desire mixed in one. Never shown himself to Tess like this, never let himself truly let go.
Tess can see Joel's slick cock sliding out and into the woman's bared pussy, deeper and harder with every thrust.
“That’s it baby," Joel whispers against your mouth. "Give it all here. Lemme have it and you can have mine. Look at Daddy when you come for him."
She does, face tilted up to him, crying loudly and bouncing in his lap, her thighs spread wide. Tess sees arousal flooding over Joel's stiff cock still stuffing the woman's tight cunt.
Tess holds in a grimace as Joel grips the woman's hips in his long fingers.
"You like this?" Joel rasps, fingers worrying the woman's clit as she rides him. "Like me holding you open wide so you see how Daddy fucks his good girl?"
Tess watches the woman’s stomach tighten, sees the fresh gush of arousal around Joel’s cock and knows that she’s come. She gives out a shuddering cry of Joel’s name, her fingernails digging into his hands on her hips. Joel watches her face with a look of naked adoration, his mouth curling into a crooked smile.
“Feel good, baby?”
"Yes," she replies and Tess feels her stomach heave when the two share a soft and tender kiss.
The woman says something else but Tess doesn't hear it. The woman's mouth moves to Joel's ear and suddenly he's got her around the waist, holding her against his chest as his cock saws in and out of her dripping slot, the sounds obscene in the quiet hotel room.
"You feel so fuckin’ good," Joel grunts, his voice guttural.
The woman moans, hips rolling. Her palm comes to hold Joel’s cheek. "Wanna make you come, Joel."
And she does. Tess watches Joel’s face go pinched, his hands clutching the woman tightly to him as his hips slap against her from behind. Joel moans, his entire body convulsing a moment before he empties himself into the woman. They both groan at the sensation, bodies so tightly pressed as their hips slowly stutter to a stop.
Tess stares at the woman and Joel, her eyes fixed on the debauched view of his come leaking out of her pussy as she sits spread wide on his lap. Joel's eyes won't leave the woman's face and the woman’s fingers lace through his curls at the base of his scalp.
"I've never wanted someone the way I want you," Joel confesses quietly.
It's not just that comment which infuriates Tess. It's the way Joel's eyes are still gazing into the woman's face. It's an open, loving look without restraint. The woman murmurs something to Joel, something Tess can't hear. And suddenly Tess can't take it another second. She bursts towards them, eyes blazing.
"What the fuck is going on?"
///
You start when you hear Tess ' voice sound out behind you. Instinct tells you to turn around but everything in you stays frozen on Joel's lap as his softening cock slips from you.
"Tess," Joel croaks. "What are-"
He stops himself, realizing that he's still holding your naked body open wide. You know he's hoping the same things you are. That Tess didn't see your face.
Joel snaps into action, he grips the nearby robe and wraps it around you. He slips you off his lap, leaving you shaking on the bed as he pulls on his boxers. He stands between you on the bed and Tess standing watching you hide behind him.
Tess stands at the door of the room, her suitcase in one hand and a hotel key card in the other. In your frenzy neither of you heard the beep of the door as she came in.
"Conference got cancelled," Tess says stiffly. "Thought I'd come surprise you and Sarah. Looks like I really surprised you."
Tess is quiet as you rush off to the bathroom, Joel's come leaking down your leg. You slam the door behind you, leaning against it as you slump to the floor. You can hear their voices outside in the room.
“How did you get in here?”
“I told them my husband was staying here,” Tess hisses back. "Who the fuck was that, Joel?"
"None of your business, Tess.”
You sit against the door, ear pressed even though they're both speaking so loudly you needn’t have bothered.
“Should have known you’d have a little side piece to keep your cock warm.”
“That’s not what she is,” Joel defends angrily. “And you’re not mad at her. I’m the one you were married to.”
“Were?” Tess says choking down a laugh. “Did I miss something Joel? Last time I checked we still were.”
“Tess,” Joel says in a soft voice. “The divorce papers are signed. I don’t even know why you’re here in the first place.”
“I was coming here to see if we could still make it work,” Tess says chagrined. “I have the divorce papers in my bag. I was sitting on mailing them out. Fucking foolish of me when you have a little whore keeping your dick wet.”
“Don’t call her that,” Joel snaps. “I’m serious.”
You wish you could see him through the door. You stand, moving to sit on the toilet, wrapping the robe tighter around you. You clean yourself with one of the towels, feeling sick to your stomach.
“She seemed young,” Tess scoffs. “Now I understand the fascination. Bet you love eating her pussy don’t you? She taste good, Joel? Sweet?”
Joel doesn’t answer and you’re frankly shocked at how Tess is speaking. She didn’t seem this kind of person when you met her at Christmas.
“She just love sucking your cock?” Tess continues and you can feel Joel’s shame through the door. “Does she know you have a daughter about her age?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you known her for, Joel?”
Silence. The kind of silence that is more incriminating
Say something Joel. Something. Anything.
And then he does say something. But it’s not what you expect.
“No, Tess don’t-“
The door to the bathroom is thrust open and Tess stands in the doorway, staring down at you. You feel your soul leave your body when her see her register who you are.
"You?" She chokes out. "You?!"
"I'm so sorry," you say and the tears are spilling from your eyes. "I'm so so sorry."
Because you are.
You feel so deeply ashamed with yourself. All the times you told yourself it was a fling and it didn’t matter. All the times you pushed Tess from your mind because she wasn’t there to remind you that you were doing something incredibly wrong. And you feel so much guilt because you want her husband, you love him.
Tess backs into the room, her eyes blown wide as she looks at you emerging from the bathroom, face blotchy and eyes wet with tears.
“I welcomed you into my home,” Tess whispers in horror, her face white. “I cooked for you, I- Oh my God – is this… did it start back then?” She whirls on Joel looking ashamedly at his feet. “How long has this been going on, Joel? Tell me the fucking truth.”
Joel’s voice is low and quiet.
“Christmas.”
“Christmas,” Tess echoes weakly. “You’ve been fucking this little college slut for months?”
“Hey,” Joel says sharply, inadvertently coming to stand between Tess and the bed, shielding you.
“Big, strong protector,” Tess says with a disgusted laugh. She gives you a hollow look. “Until he gets bored of you and finds another college girl to fuck, right?”
“Tess, I know you’re hurtin’ and I’m sorry,” Joel says truthfully. “But you need to stop.”
“Did you fuck her in our bed?”
Joel can’t reply and you feel your stomach drop when Tess shake her head before sneering over at you, giving you a once over full of derision. Then her eyes are back on Joel’s increasingly red face.
“You get that you’re just some older guy she’ll fuck until she gets bored. A story she’ll look back on and laugh about with her age appropriate husband in about ten years.”
"Tess-"
"You feel good knowing you threw away our entire marriage for some college pussy?"
“Stop, please,” you beg, hating the look that’s clouding Joel’s face. That scared, uncertain look. “Please, Tess.”
"Why?" Tess scoffs angrily and you flinch at the way she hisses at you. “You don’t like hearing the truth? How you broke up a family because you wanted to fuck my husband?”
You hate knowing that you’ve hurt Tess so badly. You just never thought she would find out.
“Tess stop,” Joel says and now his voice is that same dark whisper. The scary one that sets goosebumps across your body. “I was the one that cheated on you. Be mad at me.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, I am,” Tess says with a shallow laugh before pointing at you with the key card. "But she played an equal part in this. If she’s old enough to have an affair with my husband, she’s old enough to hear this. You understand that you’re a midlife crisis, right? Most men get sportscars, but I guess Joel Miller’s not like most men.”
“She ain’t that,” Joel tells Tess and you feel the anger mixed with shame radiating off of him.
“No?” Tess’s mouth is curled into a ghoulish expression of amusement. “Why Joel? Are you in love with her or something?”
"Yes."
The speed in which he replies shocks not only Tess but you as well. Your head jerks to the side to face him. His eyes go to your face, the feeling so clear in his gaze. Your heart swells at the sight of it despite everything.
“Of course you are,” Tess laughs cruelly. “Joel Miller the romantic.”
“Tess-“
“You two are just fucking around, ruining marriages and families and I’m supposed to believe this is some love story for the ages?” Tess scowls as she collapses into the chair nearest to her. “Are you fucking deluded?”
You chance a glance over at Joel to see his jaw clenched and his dark eyes far away. Part of you wants to beg Tess’s forgiveness; the other part wants to slap her for making Joel look so beaten down.
"How many others have there been?" Tess demands. You watch Joel's cheeks flame and your stomach drops at the length of time it takes him to answer. Were there others? You never even thought to ask.
"Just her," he finally utters quietly. "Only wanted her."
You realize now his hesitancy. If there had been several you'd just be a number Tess could forget about. But as it is there is only you, which means something more. Tess turns her ire on you now, her light eyes flashing.
"How could you do this to your friend?" Tess demands of you. "Forget about me, how could you do this to Sarah? How could you break up her family?"
You feel sick to your stomach. All the minutes and hours and weeks and months you spent pining for Joel, did you ever really consider the true ramifications? Or the people you would both hurt? Or were you just so intent on having him that everything else was pushed aside?
"Tess, it wasn't her," Joel assures her. "You and I had been unhappy long before Christmas. Meeting her just... It just confirmed how I'd been feeling for months."
“We were married. We were happy.”
"Were we really happy Tess?" Joel challenges. “I wanted more kids and you didn’t.”
“She’s gonna give you kids, is that it?”
Joel ignores this question, can tell without looking over at you that there must be a stricken expression on your face.
"When you weren't at work and it was just us we barely spent time together. And when we did most of the time we'd argue."
"But there were good times," Tess defends.
"I know," Joel nods. "S'why I didn't break things off right away."
You don't like hearing this. Hearing how Joel wasn't sure. Hearing about his life when you weren't there. It makes your face crumple when you hear it. Joel must notice because his face is turning to you.
"But I couldn't forget her."
He goes to reach for you but stops when he hears Tess give a disgusted scoff. Your arms are wrapped around your body, wishing more than anything this moment was over. But Tess isn’t finished. Not by a long shot.
“And what did Sarah have to say about this?” Tess demands. “Something tells me she wouldn’t have been thrilled to see her best friend and her father fucking.”
The dual silence of you and Joel tells her everything.
“Ohhh….She doesn’t know,” Tess says in a mock hushed tone. “Well, maybe someone should tell her.”
You watch in horror as Tess reaches for her cell phone in her purse. Your stomach lurches and you dart forward, ignoring Joel’s hand grazing your waist as you pass him.
"Tess please," you beg, hand outstretched. "You can hate me and Joel as much as you want. But please think of how telling her like this will affect Sarah.”
Tess stares at you, a sinister curl of amusement on her lips. “Like you thought about how it would affect Sarah when you started fucking her dad?”
No, you never thought of Sarah. All you thought about was your own selfish pleasure. How were you so fucking deluded to think that loving Joel would be enough? Tess is one thing – according to him their marriage was already suffering and aside from this moment you never thought you’d have to see her.
But Sarah? Sarah was innocent in all of this. Sarah your only true friend.
“I didn’t because I’m a selfish piece of shit,” you tell her firmly. “But you aren’t.”
“Oh no?” Tess is almost laughing at your solemnity.
“No,” you shake your head. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were the kind of person to do the right thing. And you know that telling Sarah about us like this is wrong. It would break her heart. Sarah doesn't deserve this. She's never done anything to you. Ever."
“And I deserved it?” Tess challenges. “I deserved to have some little college slut fuck my husband?”
The tears are falling down, hot and steady down your warm cheeks. Because she has every right to hate you both. You did something wrong, so impossibly wrong. You shake your head lightly, trying to swallow more of the tears.
“No, you didn’t.”
You feel your cheeks burn with shame and guilt as you lower yourself to your knees, head bowed. You face her, subservient in your stance, ignoring as Joel calls your name. Your fold your hands in front of you, lacing the fingers together as if in prayer.
“Tess I’m so so sorry for what we did. I know that an apology means nothing. It means less than nothing,” you say, debasing yourself. “I understand you hating me for the rest of your life. What we did was fucking wrong, there’s no way around that. I don’t know how to fix it. I really don’t.”
You take a deep breath and try to swallow down the cracking sobs starting in your rib cage.
“But Tess I’m begging you, please don’t tell Sarah. Sarah loves Joel so much, finding out this way would devastate her. She doesn’t deserve to pay for our fuck up. She doesn’t deserve to learn about it like this, please don’t tell Sarah. Please.”
The sobs begin in earnest and you try to swallow them down once more, your chest heaving. When you finally glance up you can see that Tess is glassy-eyed and ignoring you there on the floor.
“I wanna talk in private,” Tess says, looking at Joel. “You owe me that much.”
You continue sitting there on the floor, tears streaming down your face until you feel Joel’s hand gently alight on your shoulder.
"Can you give us a minute?" Joel asks you. "I'll send a text."
For some reason this hurts more than anything. To know that you’re the one being asked to leave in all of this. And yet you nod, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and leaving quickly, tightening the robe around your middle.
///
You’re sitting in the pool area, lying on one of the puffy chaise lounges. It’s been two hours of scrolling your phone and wiping away tears as you try to face away from the families splashing around in the pool.
Joel loves you.
Sarah is going to hate you.
Joel loves you.
You keep waiting for Sarah to call you in tears, screaming at you for ruining her life. When your phone buzzes you feel your stomach jump. You raise the screen to your face with shaking fingers.
[HIM 💜]: She left.
The trudge back to the hotel room is a slow one, your heart heavy. There’s no way Joel is going to want to continue this with you. And you’ve realized now that it’s going to break your fucking heart when he ends things.
You slip past him when the door opens, trying to mask your tears. You go to the bed, looking at the rumpled sheets and your red panties strewn to the side. It doesn’t look like the bed of two people in love. It looks like the bed of two selfish people.
Joel rests a hand on the doorknob, shoulders hunched at his ears. You can see the red at the back of his neck when you look back at him.
“Is she gonna tell Sarah?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Joel says it firmly, without question and you believe him. You want to ask him what he and Tess talked about, but at the same time you don’t want to know. You don’t want to think about how hurt she was.
And now you can’t stop thinking about Joel loving you. He loves you. Love. And you love him. This should be a time of celebration. But instead you stand there, eyes on his feet. Because love won’t be enough. He won’t want this with you, not at such a cost.
You blink back the tears and try to steady your voice.
“I guess we’re over, then?”
You make a motion between your bodies, waiting for Joel’s agreement. When several moments pass in silence you finally raise your gaze to Joel’s. He’s put a t-shirt on, but he still wears his boxers. He looks so vulnerable, despite his breadth and you can see the gloss that has begun in his dark eyes.
"Baby, come here."
Without thought you cross the room and move into his waiting embrace, arms banding around his waist. He holds you tightly to him, your head tucked under his chin. He sways you gently from side to side, his heart under your ear.
“I don’t want us to be over,” he murmurs against the crown of your head. “But I understand if this is too much for you.”
You hold him tighter, the tears no longer flowing. Being in his arms feels so safe and so right. You hate how right it feels in Joel Miller’s arms. If it felt even a tiny bit awful you could turn away, you could walk from this hotel and never give him a second thought. As it is, you feel something deep and eternal for him.
"Did you mean it? About loving me?"
Joel’s large hands move to cup your face, turning your red-rimmed eyes up to face him. He stares at you in that impossibly soft way that only Joel Miller possesses. The kind of way that spells affection in the flecks of honey in his iris, the way that shows adoration in the round of his pupils.
"Yeah," Joel whispers and suddenly he looks like a lost little boy as you stare up at him. "Is that okay?"
It takes everything in you not to cry again. You’re sick of crying. You want to remember how Joel is looking down at you now. How your hands lay against his waist, holding him. How in this moment you’ve never loved anyone more.
"Yes,” you finally whisper back. “Joel, I've loved you for so long."
“I know,” Joel admits, his eyes glassy. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, baby. Was just scared to admit it, I think.”
His mouth finds yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as you wrap your arms around his waist once more. There’s no heat in this kiss, just a deep abiding love that you sense with every soft dab of his lips against yours.
“I wanna take care of you,” Joel murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. "I want you to come back to Austin with me. I want you to come stay with me for the summer. Please say yes."
Your stomach jumps in both anticipation and tremendous fear. This is a huge step for the both of you. And you’re scared that Joel is offering this because of how horrible this evening was with Tess. You bring a thumb to stroke his cheek, smiling up at him gently.
“Let’s go to bed,” you say.
Joel blinks before nodding, pressing a full-lipped kiss to your mouth before taking your hand in his and leading you to the bed. The two of you are completely wiped from everything. Still wearing your robe and Joel in his boxers, the two of you collapse into bed. Joel flicks off the light and draws you to him.
“I love you,” Joel murmurs against your forehead. Your heart sings at the sound of it and your mouth curls into a soft, contented smile.
///
You wake the next morning with a strange sensation. A mixture of joy an apprehension as you open your eyes. Joel is already awake, balancing on one arm and looking at you with a gentle smile. His hair is mussed from sleep, the curls flattened on one side. That shouldn’t make your heart jump with affection, but it does.
“Was wondering when you’d wake up. You were out like a light.”
“Shit,” you say, propping yourself onto your elbows. “What time is it?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Joel soothes, brushing the hair from your eyes. “I got us a late checkout.”
“Thanks.”
Your eyes drop to the space between you on the bed. A small sliver of waved blankets that in this moment feel like a canyon. You smooth your hands over it, feeling the soft texture. Joel watches this, you can feel his eyes on you. He knows you so well.
“What are you thinkin’ about?”
“About what you asked me last night,” you admit. “About coming to Austin with you.”
Joel grows serious, taking a slow inhale. “And?”
“I’m worried you’re saying it because of everything with Tess,” you admit, fingers plucking the bed sheets absently. “And I don’t want that. I want it to be because it’s something you want, not something you feel obligated to do.”
Joel launches himself off of the bed before you can finish your thought. You watch his broad shoulders bared, his body covered in only his boxers as he knees down, rummaging for something in his suitcase.
You stare at him puzzled when he comes back with an envelope and a small square box. He sits across from you on the bed, his large frame comically child-like in the cross-legged pose. He passes you the envelope first.
You open it, confused when you pull out a long piece of paper until you realize what you’re looking at. An airline ticket to Austin and your name in on it. Your eyes dart in surprise to Joel’s open gaze. He sits with his hands folded on his muscled thighs. He rubs the palms along them a few times before nervously swallowing.
“Wanted this for a long time,” he tells you. “Longer than I wanna admit.”
A smile breaks out over your features. This wasn’t a last minute plan to smooth over what happened last night. He wanted you to come back with him to Austin for a while. Living with him for an entire summer.
“I was gonna ask you properly last night,” he admits. “The same time I gave you this.”
Joel takes your chin in his thumb and forefinger, stroking sweetly before motioning to the box between the two of you. It's a small square box in a color you know too well: Tiffany blue wrapped in a black ribbon.
"Open it."
You do slowly, feeling nervous with Joel's gaze on you. The ribbon drifts to the floor until all you're left with is a small square box with Tiffany & Co embossed on the front. You let your fingers trail over the grooves of the letters.
He wouldn't propose.
No it's too early. It's too much. You can't possibly say yes can you? No, it's insane. His divorce isn't even finalized yet. Your trembling fingers open the box, eyes widening until you see what rests inside.
Relief floods you when you see a delicate silver chain and pendant sitting on the velvet cushion inside. It's simple; a thin x with diamonds in each of the empty spaces and the shape is unmistakable.
A snowflake.
It's on a slender silver chain that sparkles in the light as you remove it from the velvet cushion.
"Here, lemme put it on ya," Joel murmurs, taking the delicate jewelry in his wide fingers. You twist away from him, sliding your hair over one shoulder. You feel him fumble with it against the nape of your neck and you hold in a shiver at the sensation.
"Perfect," be murmurs, tracing a finger along the chain.
"It's just ... This is so much, Joel. The necklace, the hotel, the massage.” Guilt gnaws at your belly. “Did you get anything for Sarah?"
Joel's head tilts slightly as he regards you. "You're worried I didn't get anything for Sarah?"
"I guess ...” you falter. “I just ..."
"I got her a ring made from one that used to belong to her mom. I paid for her and Charlie to stay at a swanky hotel in town for the weekend," Joel promises, kissing the worry from between your brows. "Plus a few other things that ain't your business because she's my kid."
He says the last part in a jesting tone, pinching the end of your nose in his knuckles and squeezing gently a moment. Relief floods you at this admission.
"Good."
Joel surveys you a moment, features drawn. He takes your hand in his, wide thumb tracing the back.
"My daughter will always be my biggest priority," Joel informs you, concern trailing over his strong features. "You never have to worry about that."
"Alright."
Joel swallows.
"But you also need to understand it, too. I need you to be okay with it, cuz that ain't changing. She's always gonna be my kid."
Adoration flows from you as you look at Joel. The difference between he and your parents rearing is so stark it fills your eyes with tears.
"I think that's why I fell for you from the start," you admit without thinking. "Because of how well you love her."
Joel's face is pure sweetness as he looks at you.
"But that doesn't mean you're not a priority too," he tells you with earnestness. "You're my girl."
His large palms come to either side of your jaw, tilting your mouth to his. His girl. How long did you pine over Joel Miller dreaming of a life where you're his? And now you are. Here in his arms, kissing him fiercely.
You break apart, flushed happily. You look back at your necklace, tracing the small pendant before turning it over. Your brows knit together in confusion as you see the engraved letter on the back.
"H?"
"For Heather," Joel tells you shyly. "I just know she'd be proud of you, baby. Maybe even more than me."
And that’s it, the moment you fall so hard for Joel Miller than no one could catch you. Your heart overflows with affection for him as you launch yourself into his lap, holding him. Everything about him feels right as he pulls you against him, his breathing soft and steady.
“I wanna come back to Austin with you Joel,” you tell him with a watery smile. “I wanna spend the summer with you.”
“Are you sure, baby?” Joel asks, concern clear in his features. “I don’t wanna pressure-“
“I’m sure,” you answer, your mouth kissing his jaw, then his lips. You pull back because there is something so engaging about Joel’s eyes. You see everything in the depths of his large, chocolate colored gaze.
"Joel... How do you just..."
"Just what?"
"See me," you say softly. You can’t find another word to describe it. All the things you’ve tried to keep hidden, the secrets, the shame, he sees it all. And he loves you through all of it.
"Same way you see me," Joel offers.
Joel's eyes are so impossibly soft as he stares at you and when you press your mouth to his, he's so warm. You’re convinced that if you cut your veins they would bleed the color of Joel’s eyes, that your heart is wrapped up in his flesh, that you are a part of him and he’s a part of you.
"Make love to me," you whisper against his lips.
You don't know that it's possible considering all that’s gone on in the last twenty four hours. But you need to feel him inside you right now; you need to be as physically close as two people can be.
"Of course," Joel murmurs back his nose gently tracing yours. "Whatever my girl wants."
Any fears that he won't be able to perform are allayed when he brings your thigh over his and you feel his hardened cock at your entrance. You both shimmy out of your under things, kicking them onto the hotel floor. He removes the robe from your body and on his side he holds you, thumb rubbing the plush of your hips. He urges your thigh over his hip and then he slides into you slowly, both of you gasping softly at the sensation of his cock and your cunt meeting in pleasure.
“I love you so much sweet girl,” he tells you. “So much.”
“I love you too,” you whisper, eyes locked on his. “I've never really been in love before."
And it's true, you realize as Joel slowly and sweetly makes love to you that you've never actually loved anyone. You thought you loved Conrad but that was an infatuation. He never saw you like Joel does. He never held you like Joel is holding you now.
He holds you like a cherished artwork, like something precious. Like you’re worth something, even though your whole life you’ve been told the opposite.
His mouth goes to your neck, kissing and licking there as you whimper against him. He gently moves you onto your back and you let him take control of the motion. Your hands lace in Joel’s at the side of your head, holding you in place, his body sliding along yours.
"Gonna hold you like this every day in Austin," Joel breathes as he continues to slowly thrust into you deeply from this angle. "Gonna cook for you. Gonna take you on dates. I’m gonna take care of you."
"I want that too," you breathe, mouth over his, swallowing his cries. "Wanna be with you so much, Joel.”
He notices your eyes closed tightly, body rocking gently against his. He lets this happen a few moments, watching as your body begins to flush and your brows saddle. But soon he feels himself approaching his climax and he needs your gaze.
"Eyes open for me, pretty girl," he murmurs and your eyes crack open at his request.
The two of you stare deeply into one another's eyes, the moment heavy. You can see Joel's mouth starting to quiver as he breathes, something he does when he's about to come. He holds you tighter to him and neither of you can look away when your climaxes overtakes you.
He spills into you while crying out your name, you follow soon after with his name half-uttered before your groans of pleasure become too much. You both stay like this a moment, he soft but still buried within you. You kiss fiercely, desire flooding you both at the knowledge that this is only the beginning.
“Better get you to the dorm,” Joel offers. “Gotta pack for Austin… As long as that’s still something you want?”
You see the indecision in his eyes, the continued concern that he’s forcing you into something you don’t want. You hum a soothing noise before you press a palm to his whiskery cheek, watching him go from nervous to calm at your touch.
“I can’t wait.”
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The Lust Potion
For 200 subscribers. A special thanks to @breedtheseed who did some wonderful art for this story. Check out their work! This is Adamsapple.
Adam was bored. Clubs in Hell, while great in theory, were so crowded and filled with sinners all trying to cop a feel of him and Angel Dust. He growled when he felt someone pull his sensitive tail. He had thought he had hidden that. Angel Dust seemed to like the attention but Adam wasn't in the mood.
He tried moving away for some fresh air, but a hand grabbed him and he was face-to-face with some wolf-looking demon. His smarmy grin made Adam shiver in disgust.
"Hey there lamby~." Ugh. Gag. Adam wrenched his hand free and glared at the wolf. "Leave me alone, asshat."
The wolf just rolled his eyes. "Whatever, slut." Adam bristled but stalked off. He just wanted to leave.
Angel Dust would be fine on his own. Stomping out of the club, a bit drunk but he was still capable of walking and speaking, he made his way to the limousine they borrowed from Charlie.
Getting inside, he sighed. God, this was a nightmare! This was supposed to be his reward for participating in Charlie’s dumb activities and 'working hard on self-improvement.' This didn't feel like a reward. He felt smothered and dirty from all the groping.
Sighing again, he decided to sleep until Angel Dust came back. He was about to close his eyes when something purple caught his eye. It was small and hidden under the seats, its glass reflecting off the pale red light of Hell. Adam smiled. Was this Angel Dust's secret stash of liquor? Nice.
Getting on his hands and knees, he pulled it out. The bottle was decorated with little black hearts, the inside glowing slightly pink. No label. No name. Oooh. The good stuff.
Adam decided to wait until he got home before drinking it.
Adam helped the spider inside and onto the couch. God, how much did he drink? "Why is he so drunk?!" Vaggie demanded, glaring up at Adam. "I'm not his babysitter, Vagina. He's a grown man in charge of his own choices. Why don't you ask him when he wakes up?" He left a fuming Vaggie as he climbed the stairs. He wasn't in the mood to deal with her sandy pussy.
His bedroom was cozy and he flopped onto his bed. Finally. Back for some peace and quiet.
Then he remembered the bottle of alcohol he had in his pocket. Damn, the stuff must be strong to only fill a small bottle. Sitting up, he took the bottle out and looked at the glowing pink liquid.
Licking his lips, he uncorked the bottle and sniffed. Sweet. Very sweet. Not really his style but considering Angel Dust preferred his sugary drinks, Adam wasn't surprised.
He took a gulp and winced at the sweetness of the pink drink. Ugh. Whatever. He was about to take another drink when he felt a warmth begin in his belly. Whoa. This stuff was strong!
He tried standing up, but his legs felt shaky for some reason. He fell to the ground, the alcoholic beverage falling to the floor. Why did everything feel so hot? He struggled to sit up but only managed that. Adam's cheeks flushed as the 'alcohol' took effect.
Everything was so warm and tingly. His body felt so sensitive. The clothes he was wearing felt itchy and Adam wanted them off.
He tried to paw at his shirt, but his hands were too warm and tingly to do anything but paw at them pathetically. He whined, the warmth in his belly spreading to his crotch. Adam was so hot and everything felt so sensitive. Why weren't his clothes coming off?!
"Adam? Charlie wanted me to—"
The lamb demon turned, looking at Lucifer who just entered his bedroom.
Lucifer just stared at the demon on the floor. He tried ignoring the position he was in and asked, "What are you doing down there?" Adam didn't say anything coherent. A whimper left his plump lips. The devil tilted his head, confused by that response. Did Adan hurt himself?
That's when he noticed it. The flush in his cheeks, the shaking posture, the drool escaping Adam's mouth, and his glazed eyes glowing pink told Lucifer there was something wrong with the lamb demon.
"Adam?"
He walked over and was about to call his name again when he kicked something. Looking down, he noticed the purple bottle on the floor, pink liquid spilling all over the wooden planks and its sweet scent filling the air. Picking it up, he examined it. Lucifer recognized it immediately. A Lust potion. Shit. Shit! How did Adam even get something like this?!
Lucifer was brought out of his thoughts by another whimper. The devil turned in time to see Adam nuzzle his crotch. He gasped in shock at the boldness. "Wait! Adam, you're—" He was cut off by another whine, a tear-filled glance up at him made Lucifer blush hard, and a part of his brain shut off. A more primal and lust-filled Lucifer took hold of his body.
His demon features poked through and he smirked at Adam’s pathetic attempt at rutting on the floor.
His poor lamb...did he have an accident? The poor thing. Did he need Daddy to help him? Kneeling, he gripped Adam's jaw and brought him close. The demon moaned at the contact.
"Oh, my little lamb. So cute and desperate like this. Want Daddy to take care of my needy little boy?" Adam whimpered and tried to get closer, his body shaking from the potion.
Lucifer chuckled and picked him up easily. Placing him on the bed, the devil ripped through his clothes, desperate to get to that supple flesh. Adam moaned as the cold air nipped at his exposed body.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Lucifer said, kissing his jaw. The lamb demon squirmed as he was peppered with small nips and bites. "So beautiful for me." Letting his snake tongue out, he slurped Adam in for a kiss. They both groaned, tasting each other as they hugged each other close.
Lucifer was quick to take charge. He gripped Adam's hair and yanked, pulling more delicious noise from him. "That's it, my little lamb. So good for me." The devil muttered as he bit along Adam's neck before looking at the demon's chest.
His lamb's chest was so big and perky. Some of it was because he was chubby but Lucifer wondered how much of it was because Adam used to objectify those particular assets and that made his demon form more feminine-like as Hell's punishment.
Lucifer didn't care. He loved them. Taking a chosen mound, he bit its nipple and watched as Adam shook in pleasure, more drool escaping his gaping mouth.
"Aw, does my lamb like that?" Lucifer teased before sucking on it. He looped his tongue around the nub and pulled before biting again.
He let go with a pop before he licked the twin on the other side. Adam was crying, writhing under the devil's touch.
A hand snaked down and caressed his lamb's dick and the lamb almost came on the spot. "Sh. Don't go cuming right now, little lamb. Just lie there and take what Daddy gives you." With a wave of the hand, Lucifer placed some magic around Adam's hard-on. He wouldn't be cuming unless Lucifer allowed him to.
Smirking at the sight of Adam whining out pleases and tears, Lucifer shuffled down and licked the shaft of the pulsing meat before him. Just like everything about Adam, it was huge.
He licked and deep-throated the appendage while he felt Adam's hole, the ring fluttering at his gentle touches. When Lucifer felt hands in his hair, he snapped his fingers. Magic pinned Adam's wrist to the bed, making him whine in protest. The devil simply spanked his thigh to reprimand the naughty lamb.
"I said to lie there and take it, little lamb. Don't make me leave you here." An empty threat. Adam needed this lust potion out of the system or it would literally burn him from the inside. But, Adam didn't know that. The whimpers and cries were brought to a sniffle making Lucifer smirk. "Good boy~."
Kissing his thigh, he went back to deep-throating Adam's cock. His lamb took it well, shaking and crying but not fighting out of the magical restraints.
Letting go of the shaking dick, he blew it a kiss before slowly taking off his own clothes. Soon, he was naked as well. The devil's cock stood proudly and he preened when his little lamb drooled even more at the sight of it.
"You see this, little lamb? It's going inside you~." Lucifer teased before lifting Adam's thighs to the headboard. He slipped the head in. His lamb was so tight! Adam moaned high, the needy lamb shaking and thighs trembling as he took the large appendage.
"That's it! Take it! You were made for taking cock!" Lucifer yelled, pounding into Adam.
The bed rocked under their combined weight and the lamb let out squeaks and little bleats as he saw stars.
He let go of the magic surrounding Adam's dick so they could both cum together, Adam's eyes were losing that pink sheen to it.
One last thrust was all it took as Lucifer came deep inside his lamb. Adam screamed as he was finally allowed to cum. "Aaaahhh~!" The Devil looked at his little lamb who gazed back up at him.
He smirked and crawled back up to put one last mark on him. Biting his neck hard enough to draw blood, he licked at the wound while Adam groaned in pleasure and overstimulation.
"Good little lamb. Now everyone will know it was you was getting fucked tonight."
"Mmm." Was all Adam could say before passing out. Lucifer just chuckled before releasing his wrists from the magical restraints. He settled his head between Adam's chest and snuggled close. Sure, he needed to know how Adam even got that Lust potion but for now, he wanted a nap.
Hope you guys enjoyed it! When I hit 400 subs, I'll do another special!
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A heartstopper AU where Nick Nelson is an out and proud captain of the rugby team and a bisexual icon while shy art nerd Charlie has only ever liked girls before.
(Idk how to tag fics but this is PG-13.
Straight!Charlie)
It was the first day of class and Truham School for boys has announced new form groups. Charlie stared at the room number scratched onto the back of his hand for what felt like the millionth time today. He made it to the classroom door and took a breath. He knew none of his friends were going to be inside, they had already compared schedules. Elle was at Higgs now anyway. Charlie entered the classroom and said hello to the teacher.
"Charlie Spring!" Said Mr. Lange.
"Happy new year! Let's see, where did I put you on the seating plan... ah, yes, you're over there next to Nick Nelson, he's in year eleven only a year older than you."
Charlie nodded and headed to the back corner Mr. Lange had pointed to. Nick was already seated and was busy looking out the windown as Charlie approached. He looked at the seated boy; tall, broad shoulders, athletic type, with strawberry blonde hair that fell over the top of his head as he ran his hand through it. His attention was drawn back to the classroom as Charlie pulled out the chair, and set down his bag.
"Hi"
"Hi."
Charlie didn't know very much about Nick at all other than he was the captian of the rugby team and that he came out as bisexual last term. He remembered a random year 8 walk up to him, Tao, Elle and Issac during lunch
"Did you hear? Nick Nelson is gay! What a lo-"
Elle rolled her eyes. "I heard he was bi, actually"
The kid ran off before he heard her.
The weeks passed and Charlie found himself looking forward to form every day. He and Nick had been getting along really well and Charlie just felt so comfortable around Nick even though he couldn't figure out why. One day, Nick's pen exploded ink all over himself and Mr. Lange assigned Charlie to go with him to the washroom. It was an unlikely paring but Nick had somehow become Charlie's friend.
Charlie was going to lunch when his phone buzzed. He looked down at a message from Beth. Beth was a very popular year 11 whom he had met a year ago in the hall outside the band room. Since then, Beth would text Charlie and ask to see him regularly. Charlie still wasn't sure why she wanted to see him sometimes, especially when she didn't ever seem to want to hang out with him or even talk to him in the halls, but she was beautiful so Charlie would always find the empty room and there she would be. As soon as he closed the door behind him Beth was right there hands on his face, pressing him with kisses. Charlie pulled back, hesitant.
"Hello to you too."
Beth rolled her eyes. "Hey. I missed you." In between kisses.
Charlie pulled back again, farther this time.
"What do you want Beth?"
"What? Can't a girl miss her best boy?"
"I'm not your best boy, Beth. I'm not your anything. You won't even look at me in the halls and I'm tired of only ever seeing you in empty rooms while you snog the soccer player of the week at the front gate."
"Oooh someone's mad today." Beth said with a fake pout and another eye roll.
"I don't see why you're upset, you get to kiss me too, after all. Besides none of them kiss like you Charlie Spring."
Charlie held back the rage.
"Well I'm tired of being your guy on the side. Last year you told me how much you liked me but you didn't want your parents to know you had a boyfriend. It seems you're not afraid after all, you just don't want to be seen with me."
"Charlie its not my fault my friends think you're odd. It's not so much you, but your friends are all reaaaally weird. And you're in the band so like, you're a little odd."
She scoffs at the end of the sentance but then exclaims "heyyy!" When Charlie pushes her off him and opens the door. With the door open Beth jumps back and before she can protest Charlie says
"Don't text me anymore Beth. This thing between you and me? It's over." He leaves.
Nick walked down the hall searching for Charlie, he was sure his locker was down this hallway. Nick stood a head above everyone else so it didn't take him long to spot Charlie's dark curly hair half way down the row or spot a slender arm reach up and pull drum sticks out from inside.
Charlie plays drums? That's really cool, Nick thinks as he takes a deep breath before getting closer. He and Charlie had gotten considerably closer this term and Nick was trying to assure himself that the sensation that came over him anytime he was near Charlie was strictly platonic- just the excitement of making a new friend. Last year when he told the boys on his team that he was bisexual, a few of them had reacted poorly at first, and the teasing grew beyond typical banter. It wasn't long though before Nick's friends and the coach rallied and put a stop to the bullying, from students on and off the rugby team. Since then, he'd been navigating being out with the support of his friends and mother. His father wasn't around at all and his brother David was a dick about it still, but David was a dick about everything all of the time so it didn't bother Nick all too often.
"Allright?" Nick asked as he arrived at Charlie's locker.
Charlie looked up at Nick and smiled. Nick couldn't help but smile wide back and he scolded himself internally as he needed to stop this crush on Charlie Spring. The devishly handsome musician with long curls and the brightest eyes Nick had ever seen. Charlie is -straight- Nick hissed to himself. He's one of those artsy boys that girls love because he's quiet. They think it's mysterious.
"Alright." Said Charlie.
"You play the drums?" Said Nick. "That's cool. So listen uh- me and my mates were talking and. Do you uhm. Do you wanna try outfortherugbyteam" it all came out at once.
"Do I what?" Said Charlie, processing Nick's one syllable question.
"Try out for the rugby team? We have enough players for the team but we cant compete without a reserve."
Charlie smirked and raised his eyebrows.
"A whole school full of boys and I'm the best reserve, Truham has to offer? I dont think I'm the right type" he said with a flourish of his drum sticks.
"Aw come on, we're not your typical team!" Gesturing back to himself. "Loads of different types can play rugby! And I've seen you in PE. You can run really fast!"
"I'll think about it." Charlie said.
"Just come to practice."
As he walked away Charlie watched him go before blinking and realizing he'd kinda been staring. Nick had such a beauty to him that was still unmistakably boyish. Charlie blinked again. Beauty?
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I really wasn't planning on writing all of that the post started with the promt and then I kinda immediately wanted to write it??
I haven't written anything in like 7 years and I haven't ever in my life posted something like this so please be nice 🥲 if this gets even 1 note I'll definitely write part 2 cause it was fun but I let my dinner get cold so I thought that would be an okay place to stop/pause. I hope yall like it and hopefully I tagged it all properly.
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(love and deepspace anon) aksjdjejd of course you can't private reply anon i forgor lmao sorry sorry)
Oooh i hate separate gacha pulls for weapons too and the models do look kinda weird at times... I dunno, for me maybe I'm just not used to 3d otoge LIs?
i don't know what to say about english vas cuz even if i do end up playing the game when released, i will most likely stick with cn voice :p
im also somewhat interested in shen xinghui🤝 bcuz he seems like an airhead lolol. on that note, what do you think of their en names?
hahaha, no worries! your privacy is guaranteed~
there are rumors that more men will be added (potentially the "brother"?), although i'm not sure that's a good idea when it's so late in the development (looking at the complaints for Charlie and Jesse in light and night, to say nothing of the Ling Xiao debacle in love and producer, although i blame most of this on papergames for not setting their foot down...).
3 love interests is certainly on the smaller end though. i think the sweet spot is 4 while 5 should be the highest for a chinese mobile otome game. having 3 means, even if you only bias one character, the rotation of events will happen faster and make you spend, haha. meanwhile, having too many characters means you'll be waiting forever for your bias to appear again (looking at all the joseimuke games in japan).
i was chatting with friends about how Shen Xinghui comes off as a stereotypical knight archetype (like Bai Qi) and so he's like a bland slice of white bread, but this is actually a good thing because it's hard to mess up this archetype and there is endless possibilities of development for him that can add "flavoring" to this white bread, like the jam of star-crossed lovers, etc.
this is in comparison to Li Shen, where it feels like they're forcing his tropes onto you and telling you what to feel. someone said he seems to be the 美强惨 (beautiful, strong, and tragic) character but i would rather come to this conclusion through the game story, instead of them telling me this at the beginning with his trailer showing his illness and whatnot. he's also a childhood friend and i think by now everyone knows i don't really go for childhood friends, haha.
i think their english names are a little excessive, but my greatest complaint is that Xavier and Zayne should be switched!!
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We Were Always Going to End Up Together
Suptober 22, Day 1: Maze/Maize
On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008
“Explain to me again why we’re doing this.”
“Oh don’t be such a fuddy-duddy. Get into the spirit of the season!”
Dean glanced at Charlie, a big grin spread across her face. “I am in the spirit. I’ve got pumpkins and everything at my place. Why didn’t you drag Sam’s ass here? He’s the one who hates Halloween.”
“Because Sam is a lost cause. You, however, are on the verge of becoming a shut-in. When’s the last time you went out?”
“I go to work. I go to the store. I went to your place last weekend, thank you very much.”
“Dean that’s like three places and none of them really count as going out. “
Dean sighed. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He didn’t try to hide his irritation.
“Oh get over yourself. It’s a beautiful night.”
“And we’re spending it standing in a muddy field with a bunch of other chumps waiting to go through a corn maze.”
“A haunted corn maze!”
“You are way too cheerful about that.”
“C’mon Dean. Can’t you get your head out of your ass for one night and just pretend that the world could have some pretty cool stuff in it.”
Dean shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, okay. Sorry Charlie. I’ll be a better sport.”
“Good. And maybe I’ll buy you a pie on the way out.”
Dean’s smile was more genuine this time. “Pie is always a good idea.”
They shuffled forward in line until they could at last pay for the tickets. Entrance to the maze proper was staggered so that it wasn’t a huge clump of people entering all at once. Dean had to hand it to Charlie, she had picked an awesome night to do this. The air was crisp, but not so cold that they huddled together for warmth. Even with the light pollution, Dean could still make out a handful of stars, and the crescent moon shone brightly. He always liked the moon.
Plus they were handing out tiny paper cups of hot apple cider, which Dean could see was both to keep the waiting folks less irritable and to advertise the gallon jugs Dean was sure would be for sale on the way out, which he made a mental note to pick up for himself.
“Come on Dean! It’s our turn!” Charlie sounded like a little kid and Dean let that happy spirit infect him too.
Dean tossed their empty cups in a convenient trash can as they approached the entrance. Dean reached for Charlie’s hand, excitement pouring out of him as affection. With a hiss Charlie drew her hand back.
“What’s going on, Red?”
“Carpal tunnel.”
“Damn. Sorry.”
“I know you’re secretly all touchy-feely.”
“Not if it’s going to hurt you!”
“Here, Dean.” Charlie held out the empty arm of her jacket that was tied around her waist. “You can hold onto this instead.”
Dean happily held the sleeve of Charlie’s coat, though he couldn’t resist bopping her with it a few times, just so she knew it was him.
The corn maze was pretty tame at first, full of fake spiderwebs and cheerful looking scarecrows, the walkways brightly lit. They chose their path randomly until they came to a different section. This part of the maze had what looked like another entrance, but full of moving shadows and creepy noises.
“Oooh this is the scary part of the maze!”
“So what, you can keep going down the path here or go into the really scary part?”
“Yeah they do it so the little kids can do the maze without getting too scared, but then this part is supposed to be way more intense.”
“So we’re going for more intense?”
“Come on Dean.”
As Charlie led them through the second entrance Dean felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. He was not really on board with this. Sure, he loved scary movies, the more ridiculous the better. But that was always from the safety of his Dean-cave, or in a theater surrounded by other idiots with popcorn and candy. Out here was something else. Sure, he knew that they wouldn’t let real axe murderers run around, but how often do people know who axe murderers are before they start slicing and dicing? He wouldn’t say he was scared exactly, but he didn’t like the way Charlie’s eyes had gleamed when she saw they found this part.
Dean let Charlie take the lead. From what his internal compass said, they were headed in no way back towards the entrance, but Charlie wanted to have fun and explore and it’s not like they had plans after this besides buy cider and pie.
The first time someone jumped out at Dean, he was not proud of the shriek that involuntarily left his lips. The fear on Charlie’s face was quickly wiped out by laughter.
“That was scary,” insisted Dean, tugging her coat sleeve for emphasis.
They kept walking, sometimes taking turns, sometimes backtracking. Dean could not recover his equilibrium. The way the corn rustled, sometimes without the presence of any wind. The piped in sounds of screams and scratching and growls sounded a little too realistic. He kinda missed the days when it was possible to tell the difference between real noises and recordings. Then there were the shadows. Bad enough that the lighting was haphazard and dim, but the shadows were worse. After the first guy jumped out at them (and ran laughing down the row past them) Dean noticed that there must be more people lurking in the corn with how sometimes the shadows were just wrong. Sometimes they poked their heads out of the corn to giggle or shout “boo” at them. Other times it was just a hand shaking the edges of the corn, or set pieces released and retracted across their path. Dean was beginning to be incredibly uncomfortable, like a buzzing in his skin. He was pretty sure he was going to exercise movie-choosing-rights over Charlie for a month after putting up with this. Was she actually having fun?
And then three figures leapt out of the corn yelling, one behind, one in front, and one to the left. Charlie and Dean both yelled in surprise, Dean accidentally dropping Charlie’s sleeve. He’d had enough of this. Feeling like his heart was in his throat, Dean blindly reached for Charlie’s sleeve and tugged her down the row to the left, past one of the performers.
“C’mon Red!”
They ran until they reached the next pitiful pool of light and Dean dropped the coat sleeve, leaning over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath more from the fright than from the exertion. He looked up at Charlie and promptly fell on his ass at the sight of the man standing before him. “Oh,” was all Dean could manage to squeak out.
To be continued...
#suptober22#destiel#corn maze#something at first sight#charlie is a good friend#dean is trying to be a person#chapter 1#going to be a chapter for each prompt#@winchester-reload
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Shayne and Charlie + 😴🧡🛁💜🌙
afternoon naps / back/shoulder rubs / hot bath/shower / bad day hugs & kisses / insomnia/nightmares
CW: nightmares, sleep-talking, repressed memories, trauma mention, drowning mention, near-death mention, demonic possession, panic attack (all of which make it sound dark AF but there’s cuteness in there too, I swear)
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Shayne frowned as he started to wake up, opening his mouth as though he was about to say something. Answer something. But the words quickly retreated from his tongue as he opened his eyes and saw Charlie, face buried in the pillow as his hands clutched the duvet to his chest. There was a low whimpering sound, which might have been what made Shayne think he was mid-conversation.
“Charlie?”
Charlie tugged the duvet closer to his mouth and said something incomprehensible. Shayne felt a stab of pain under his ribs; Charlie hadn’t been able to sleep longer than a few hours the past couple of nights, and this nap was much-needed, but he also couldn’t bear to leave him suffering in whatever hell was currently occupying his head.
His hand was shaking as he sat up and brushed Charlie’s hair back from his forehead, finding it thick with sweat. Charlie whimpered again, this time in a lower tone, as though he was mimicking the register of someone else’s voice alongside his own.
“Stop,” Shayne whispered, though he had no idea where the word came from.
With a sharp inhale, Charlie opened his eyes. He stared vacantly once he met Shayne’s gaze, as though he didn’t recognise him for a moment.
Shayne’s heart sank. “Charlie? You okay?”
The fog of sleep quickly retreated, and Charlie’s pupils shrank in the fading afternoon sunlight. He let go of the duvet and brushed his fists over his eyes.
“What?” The single word seemed like a struggle to get out.
“Are you okay?”
Charlie must have caught the anxiety in Shayne’s voice, because he blinked and seemed to come around more quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“I think you were talking in your sleep, or trying to,” Shayne told him. “Were you dreaming?”
“I don’t really remember,” Charlie admitted, sitting up now too. His hair had been flattened against the pillow, and the parts that still held up were pointing in every direction but the one he usually combed it into. He flinched and slipped a hand through the neckline of his own hoodie, reaching towards the opposite shoulder. “I’m sorry I made you worry about me.”
Shayne frowned as he let a hand follow Charlie’s. “What’s wrong with your shoulder?”
Charlie smiled weakly. “Probably just slept on it funny.”
“Idiot.” Shayne pressed lightly against the muscle, watching Charlie’s eyes flutter shut where he sat. “The nap was supposed to make you feel better, not put you in even more pain.”
“I know,” Charlie murmured, shifting his weight so he was facing the edge of the bed. “Can you go a little lower?”
Shayne’s arm was already catching on the neckline of Charlie’s hoodie. He tugged gently on the hood. “Not really.”
With a quiet grunt, Charlie began pulling off his hoodie. He paused for a second and considered taking his t-shirt off too, but decided against it. He groaned again when Shayne first applied pressure to the knotted muscle again.
“There?”
“Mmm.” Charlie nodded, folding his hoodie loosely in half and curling his fingers into it. It felt like the grip was keeping him here. As though it were an anchor, and not a piece of clothing. He let his eyes fall shut to the motion of Shayne’s fingers gliding back and forth, working out the tension under his skin. All too quickly, he had the sinking sensation of being pulled under and out of consciousness, and had to jerk his head back with a start.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, the opposite. I think I was –” Charlie blinked and rubbed at his eyes as the room seemed to sway. “– falling asleep.”
Shayne sighed, brushing a hand over Charlie’s shoulder. “You want to try and sleep some more?”
“Maybe.” Charlie stifled a yawn and shook his head. “I think I want to have a shower first. See if that wakes me up.”
“Yeah, go sort that hair out,” Shayne quipped, though Charlie could tell his heart wasn’t in it. Before he could get up from the bed though, he felt Shayne put his arms around him from behind. Charlie’s stomach fluttered, and it felt like the most genuine sensation he’d had since waking up. He smiled over his shoulder as Shayne released him.
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Charlie let the hot water run over his face before tilting his head to let it run through his hair. The weight of his head seemed impossibly heavy as it dampened, and although the water was cascading over his cheeks and dripping from his lips and his chin, it felt like it was running down inside him and gathering in his lungs.
His logical side knew this wasn’t actually happening, but there was also a part of him that was stuck in that plunge pool in the back of his mind, and that part was panicked and kicking and screaming and –
“Shit,” Charlie said to himself as his knees started to buckle. He lowered himself to the floor of the shower rather than waiting for himself to fall. His hands scrambled along the wall until he found the faucet and shut it off, arms trembling and eyes squeezed shut.
As though not being able to see the bathroom wall tiles would somehow block off the vision of the darkened cave too.
As though turning off the hot, clean shower head would make the hungry, dark water in his mind dry up too.
He alternated between holding his breath and sobbing drily as he found his way out of the shower and pulled a towel around himself, desperate to get the water off of his skin and out of his head. He pulled his pyjamas and hoodie back on in a rush, the fabric dampening next to his skin. He whimpered and pressed a hand against the wall, fingers slipping on the tiles. It felt like something had whacked him behind the knees and taken all the strength out of his legs. Every time he took a breath, it was like drawing water further and further into his body.
Charlie sank down against the wall, gripping his ankles and putting his head against his knees.
“Hey, Shayne?” he stammered, his voice echoing against the tiled floor. It sounded like he was in a cave. Or a deep hole. “Shayne?” he said again, relief trickling down through his chest when he heard footsteps coming to the door.
“What’s wrong?” Shayne pushed the door open and found Charlie curled up by the wall. “Fuck, what happened?”
“I-I can’t – I h-had – the dream, I had the dream again,” Charlie sighed, shoving his fingers into his hair and gripping at it.
Shayne sat down on the floor beside him, one knee raised and his arm draped over it. “That same one?”
“Yeah, the same one.” Charlie’s voice cracked as it did every time he had to speak about the memory, of the sensation of drowning over and over again. He loosened his hold on his head and looked up as Shayne from between his arms and knees. “It didn’t come back to me until I was – until the water hit me.”
“Fuck. Okay.” Shayne’s eyes flicked back and forth between Charlie’s. “I wish there was something I could do.”
Charlie shrugged slowly and looked down at the files between his bare feet. He wished that too, but didn’t want to make Shayne feel even more helpless.
“Charlie, you know I think you’re incredibly brave, don’t you?”
The same butterflies appeared in Charlie’s gut. He sniffled and wiped at his nose as water dripped from his hair down onto his face, then let his arms fall into his lap; they felt like jelly.
A second later, Shayne was pressing the towel to his head and gently rubbing it back and forth through his hair.
Charlie let out a small groan, like a child protesting at being fussed over, but couldn’t help breaking into a smile when Shayne let the towel fall over his face and sit there, obscuring his vision.
Charlie continued sitting with his hands in his lap, feeling sure that Shayne wouldn’t leave his face covered like this for too long, because although it was playful, the comedic effect wasn’t that good. Charlie eventually let out a nervous laugh, giving in and lifting his hands to tug the towel from his head himself.
As soon as his face was exposed, Shayne swooped in to kiss him on the lips, the motion so delicate and precise that Charlie forgot how to breathe for a reason completely unrelated to panic. Then Shayne pulled him into a hug and kissed him again; this one landed next to his ear.
“What am I getting kisses for?” Charlie asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know,” Shayne mumbled. “I just hate that you’re having a horrible time.”
Charlie sighed and leaned into the hug, unable to find the energy to hug back. “Shayne, I’m still so tired.”
“Well, you’ve barely slept.” Shayne pulled back to see Charlie’s face again. “Another nap, maybe?”
“I don’t know.” Charlie’s body was aching – practically trembling – for sleep while his mind resisted the idea that trying to sleep again would do any good. There were only so many times a boy could force himself into a failed attempt at resting.
“You can sleep on me.” Shayne smoothed a hand over his stomach, chasing away a crease in his jumper. “If you want. I know you like using me as a pillow.”
Charlie glanced away to stop his gaze from lingering towards Shayne’s belly. He pretended to scratch the side of his face as he felt a blush creeping up on him. “My hair’s gonna make your clothes wet.”
“Yeah, who cares?”
Charlie smiled through the shakiness in his body and his heart as he looked up at Shayne’s face again.
Shayne put out a hand and tilted his head in mock impatience. “Yes?”
“Yes,” Charlie nodded shyly, taking his hand.
#thank you Milo 🖤#drabbles#comfort prompts#comfort fic#hurt and comfort#nightmares#insomnia#panic attack#fluff#Charlie#Shayne#sickfic#whump fic#angst fic#oooh Charlie it looks like he's onto you#belly fiend#my OCs
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Fri 4 June ‘21
“Look out my window and Louis Tomlinson outside”, said the (second) luckiest man in London (first is Harry ofc), and posted a pic of himself with Louis, who is looking cute in a jersey and cap over that long long hair (looks like the guy took a couple blurry pictures out his window then ran out to accost Louis, lol.) He said, “pleasure to meet you on my road this evening” and that Louis was “a real gentleman” (and also a “gemtleman” SO TRUE whether he typed it that way on purpose or not) and “a proper amazing chap.” Also on this guy’s road? A recording studio, specifically the one Louis was pictured working at last week. Looks like Louis was with Charlie Lightening (and at least one other person, unidentifiable). Grown ass men recognizing Louis and running outside to talk to him?? This is the future louies want!
Liam woke up early and hopped straight on his discord to respond to some very sweet messages-- I hope he’s getting some enjoyment out of reading them all. I think a lot about his sister saying that he always read all the stuff fans are saying and is really affected by it and so it always makes me happy when people flood him with positive stuff. He also polled people about NFTs (yes, no, idk what that is) and said he’s going to be in Brazil at the end of the year. OoOh? Then he posted a video telling us about what he dreamed-- “now without sounding like a complete fanboy I had the weirdest One Direction related dream,” he said and that he dreamed he was arguing with Zayn over ownership of a leather jacket, and that he had a boxing match “with Tommo” and “I couldn’t hit him.” “Well at least you know I’m thinking about you, boys!” he concludes.
And, yes, the big drama and discourse of the day (™)... Zayn and Gigi had a full day of getting papped yesterday, with her- according to paps- at a vaccine shot appointment and he showing off his very stylish white tracksuit and yellow hat; and, unfortunately, ending up showing a less press-ready side as well. A short video shows Zayn shirtless and yelling at some guy who is yelling at him and pushing into his space and getting in his face (mostly a lot of “who the fuck are you” from Zayn) while PA Taryn tries to hold onto Zayn and keep them apart. The guy calls Z a f***** and Zayn repeats “I’m a f*****?!”, laughing incredulously, and now half of twitter is canceling him for using slurs, so that’s a fun day for everyone. Then ZaynWeLove you trended worldwide as fans worked to bury the video, but tabloids got wind of it anyway so that was that. According to TMZ “Zayn was smoking a cig outside Amsterdam Billiards Club in the East Village after 2 AM when a group of guys came out of Little Sister Lounge next door and an altercation ensued.” Also “sources say he was wearing [a shirt] at the billiards joint, but it's unclear exactly when or why he took it off”, haha- the attempts from everyone at a definitive shirt removal timeline are for sure the only fun part of this. ANNNNYWAY, how about that Look, he looks like a cyber cow, love that, and also: before all this, Zayn got papped, which generally means Zayn is about to release something or other, so that’s exciting.
More Holivia pics from the pub they were at last night were posted-- in these pics you can see that in fact Harry is wearing a DIFFERENT pair of stripey blue and pink shorts with the cutest cardigan with colored cuffs, also pink and blue, aww. Our lil walking trans flag/ Fine Line cover! We’re told he drank tequila and was (of course) very nice to fans and that PA Luis was sat between him and Olivia (lol). A crowd gathered outside the busy pub trying to get in to Harry, and photographed his and Olivia’s departure; they are shown cuddling a bit on the street, with Luis suddenly nowhere in sight. Very private moments not meant to be captured for the public eye, I’m sure, despite the many fans right there.
The person responsible for Other People Fund, an organization that helps people pay for therapy, told us about Harry Lambert getting some of her merch (shirts and tote bags that say ‘I think we should see other people and by other people I mean therapists”) for Harry Styles! Harry carried the tote for his walks in the park with Olivia last month, HAAAAA AMAZING. I wonder if he was sad no one managed to read the message then? The story is that the girl who makes them had made a post offering to provide Harry with a shirt after his (shirtless) grammys appearance and ended up sending it to Harry L who was like YES WE MUST HAVE THIS and bought two shirts and the tote. Maybe she should make a post for Zayn too, how appropos her messaging would be for this shirtless media moment huh? Anne Marie said the Our Song MV bts won’t be long now and “are you ready???” “No I’m not!” said Niall. A Luca Shreiner Our Song remix is out. Showtime added Louis to their pride month queer playlist and Jason Sudeikis’ show Ted Lasso wrapped its London filming- will this also mean HoliviaUK is a wrap? We can only hope.
#Louis tomlinson#zayn#liam payne#harry styles#holivia#thank you so much for the Z news heads up it can be hard to know a thing is happening when people are actively working#to keep people from finding out that a thing happened...though I suppose once TMZ got on it that was out the window#I starred out f** to be considerate but tbh- it feels weird to me. Like people calling queer a slur when it’s a full on identity and common#word#I know loads of people who self identify as fags and who use that word a lot in casual chat you know?#I’m currently reading a book that uses the word casually every couple pages right now (written by someone who self identifies as a f*****)#which really adds to the dissonance (for me) of the reaction to it on twitter#anyway which isn’t to say dudes throwing the word around as an insult in macho pissing contests is okay#tho for the record I don’t think Zayn’s use of it here is him doing that it sounds to me more like ‘omg you did not really just say that wtf#I’m more bothered by the macho pissing contest part really#if you want the book rec it’s The Freezer Door by Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore#who as a side note#has been dressing in brightly colored corduroy flares with lacy collars and pearls and hats with flowers on them since like… the 90s#which is no shade @ Harry just a reminder that he's drawing on and paying tribute to a long tradition of queer culture#not inventing it#I also just read 100 Boyfriends by Brontez Purnell which ALSO uses that word like every other page and is also very good#Sometimes you just gotta catch up on your queer lit I guess anyway there’s a lot of queer culture out there besides twitter and tiktok cult#er tiktok culture I meant but uh#you know what.... lol#4 jun 21
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The Bunker
Chapter 4 - Teddy.
A/N | I have edited the next chapter too. So they will be out next week before Christmas. After that it will be in the new year!
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Summary | Lyla and Teddy meet the family.
Check out previous chapters Here!
Word count | 2.2k
Warnings | 18 + Only! Fluff.
Pairings | Dean Winchester x Lyla Woods.
Enjoy!
Arriving at the bunker Sam and Dean introduces Lyla to Mary, Eileen and Jack. Charlie is away on a job. Mary is smitten with her new grandson, "Dean, he has your eyes!" Dean smiles proudly. Showing her to her room Lyla takes a little time to settle in and find her way round.
It's going to be fine! She thought to herself.
A week later, Dean watches Lyla in the library reading to Teddy, he smiles watching them, the scene warms his heart.
He hears the door to the bunker opens "Wat up, bitches!!" she hears a female voice call out. Dean comes running through the library and towards the stairs, followed by Sam "Charlie! It's so good to see you!" Dean calls out as he collides with Charlie. "Charlie, how you are doing?" Sam asks. "Good, but I can't wait for a beer and a catch up! You?"
"There's something we need to tell you..." Charlie pushes pasted them "Can we do that over a beer?" She steps into the library and notices Lyla and Teddy "Oh? Hi!" Charlie offers her a smile "Hi!" Lyla smiles back. Dean coughs, "Lyla this is Charlie and Charlie this is Lyla and Teddy, my son!" she's taken aback.
"Son?!" she questions Dean "Like I said we have something to tell you...lets get a beer and catch up!" she follows Dean and Sam towards the kitchen.
Leaving Lyla and Teddy alone again.
Lyla is in her room "Teddy, what a cute name!" Lyla looks over her shoulder towards, Charlie leans against the door frame "Thank you!" Lyla smiles softly "Can I meet him properly?"
Looking towards his cot, he's still awake. "Yeah, of course!" Charlie steps towards the cot "Hello cutie pie! He is gorgeous, he has your eyes!" Charlie picks him up out of his cot "Really? I thought he had Deans!" Charlie looks over to her and back at Teddy "Nah, Deans are darker!"
"Sam and Dean told me about your mom..I'm sorry!" Charlie smiles softly at her "Thanks, I'm still trying to get my head around it all." Teddy blew bubbles at Charlie, "It's nice to have another woman around the place! We need a girls night, you, Eileen, Mary and I!" Lyla laughs, "That would be nice!"
Three weeks later..
"Come on, Teddy bear!" Lyla cradles him trying to get him down for the night "Want me to have a go?" looking up, she saw Mary stood in the doorway, "You can try!" Mary wanders over taking Teddy from her arms and start to rock him. "So how you settling in?" Mary whispers, "ok, it just takes some getting used to!" she smiles back at her "Your telling me! I can back and the whole world changed!" Lyla laughs.
"Lyla!!" Charlie calls out before bursting into Lyla's bedroom, she notices Mary trying to get Teddy to sleep "Sorry, I wanted to know if you wanted to come out on a girls night with Eileen?" Lyla looks up to Teddy "I would, but Teddy....sorry I can't!"
"Yeah, you can! Go! I'll watch Teddy!" Mary tells her "are you sure?" Mary nods "Go on let your hair down!" Lyla smiles "thank you!" Mary gets up and leaves the room, "I'll have him in my room with me tonight."
Charlie starts searching in Lyla's wardrobe for an outfit "Oooh leather trousers, definitely! Netted blouse and vest, perfect! Now shoes!" She pulls out a pair of red heels "You need to wear those!"
A little later "I love this song!!!" Lyla races onto the dance floor "Whoa-oh-oh! Sweet child o' mine. Whoa, oh-oh-oh! Sweet love of mine!" Lyla sings along to the song Charlie joins her on the dance floor "Come on, Eileen!" Lyla calls over, but she declines. The pair continue dancing and laughing.
Once the song finishes, Charlie drags her over to the bar, "Shot!" Lyla orders another round and takes it to the table. "I'm so go-going to be hanging tomorrow!" Eileen laughs. "Just get drunk enough not to care!" Lyla winks.
"You know when I first meet you I thought you were a snob, but you're actually alright!" Charlie nudges Lyla "Thanks! When I first meet you I thought you were Dean's girlfriend!" Lyla laughs, "Ewww, gross!" Charlie hisses "I thought you were a snob too!" Eileen confesses "Thanks girls! I hope I've changed your opinion now?" the pair nod.
As they arrive back at the bunker late, they walk past the kitchen and Dean emerges "Good night girls?" Dean asks, "t-tis girl i-is a m-monster!" Charlie slurs her words barely keeping herself up "don't blame the bartender because you can't handle your drink!" Lyla teases her. "I'm going to bed!" Eileen waves at them. "Night!" Lyla calls after her and Dean nods.
"So ya c-calling t-those d-dudes?" Charlies nudges her "Huh?" Dean questions hers "s-she g-got four g-guys n-numbers i-in o-one night! I-I'm off to bed!" she leaves them to it. "Night!" Dean calls after her "Sweet dreams!" Lyla laughs at her swaying, "I'm starving! Oh have we got anything to make burgers?" she moves past Dean and into the kitchen in search of food. "I don't think we do!" he calls after her. "Oh! I'm really feeling a burger!" she frowns.
Dean picks up his car keys "Come on, then!" he says making his way to the garage, she quickly follows him.
Twenty minutes later they pull up to a drive through burger joint, Dean rolls down his window "Can I take your order?"
"Yeah, can I get two cheeseburgers, two fries, a couple of strawberry milkshakes and two slices of your pie of the day!" Dean orders "Is that everything?"
"Yeah, thanks!" Dean drives on to the next window.
A few minutes later their order is ready Dean pulls into a car parking space, he hands her the food and she takes a bite of her burger "Oh my god that taste so good!!" she says with a full mouth. He chuckles, "wait till you try the pie!" he winks, "so err... you got a few numbers tonight?" he asks as a ping of jealousy hits the pit of his stomach, she nods.
"Are you going to call them?" he reluctantly asks, she laughs, "Nope! One of them was waaay outta my league, he had a Gucci suit! The second was a bit plain, third seemed like a slut and the fourth! Wow he loved himself! Those went in the bin!" she laughs. He felt relieved, but couldn't understand how she could be out of anyone's league, "you're wrong!" she looked over to him, "Huh?" she questioned.
"When you said you were out of his league...you were wrong!" he winks taking a bite out of his burger, she can't help, but blush "how's ya burger?" she changes the subject. "Good!" he says stuffing fries into his mouth, even watching him eat she finds him cute. "Thanks!" she says, "Thanks?"
"For bringing me to get a burger!" she smiles, "I had my own motives!" he chuckles, she pinches her brows together. He reaches inside the bag and pulls out a slice of the pie, making her shake her head and laugh. "Come on, it can't be that good!" she teases him.
"Try it!" he pulls out the other slice in its paper bag and hands it her. She takes a bit "Well?" She laughs, "Ok, it's really good! But not the best!" she hums. He smirks, "you're lying!" he says only to tease her. "Is this the best place in town for pie?" he nods as he stuffs his face.
Pulling into the garage they get out and head downstairs, "I'm going to check on Teddy." Lyla sneaks into Mary's room Dean stands by the door "Night, Teddy bear. I love you!" she whispers and quickly sneaks out the room "Sorry, I have to always kiss him Goodnight before I got to bed."
"It's sweet!" he smiles at her as they walk to their rooms, "How are you feeling about everything that has happened?" he asks her. "Honestly?" he nods, "I've been trying not to think about it too much because every time I do I get upset!" she could feel her eyes glass over. Noticing her upset Dean stops them both and wraps his arms around her, his hand rubs her back as she begins to sob.
"Sorry, I'm OK until it gets brought up!"
"I should've thought!" They stay like this for a couple of minutes until Lyla pulls away, wiping her running mascara with her fingers "Sorry I must look a mess!" she softly chuckles. Dean moves a strand of hair from her face "Nah, still beautiful!" his eyes burn into hers. She feels drawn to him and can tell he does too as he moves in.
Their lips meet, his hand cups the nape of her neck as his tongue finds hers. Her arms wrap around his neck and he pins her against the wall behind her, but she pulls away "I-I'm sorry, I-I..." she stutters "no, it was my fault, I shouldn't have...night Lyla!" he walks off leaving her standing there.
Her head is thumping, she groans checking the time "four hours sleep? Argh!" Not wanting to get up, she rolls over, but it's not about wanting anymore she needs to her headache beats away.
Finally pulling herself up out of bed, she makes her way to the kitchen, hoping a coffee will help her hangover. She can hear someone is up and already in the kitchen as she gets closes she can hear the hushed voices of Dean and Charlie.
She stops outside the kitchen door out of sight, but peaks from around the corner "Burger joint, huh?! You know how to treat a girl Dean Winchester!"
"I was being nice! I would have done it for you!" he hisses.
"But you wouldn't be blushing if you did it for me!" Charlie teases him, "come on, something must have happened!" Dean grumbles, "I kissed her OK! Happy!?"
"And she...kissed..you back?" Dean sighs, "she did, but then she pulled away!"
"What did you do?" Charlie quizzed him, "I said I shouldn't have done that and walked off!"
"Dean! Dean! Dean! You are so irritating sometimes!"
"What?! What was I supposed to do?!" he hissed "stop and think! The girl has just lost what little family, she had left. I don't think she's looking for a hook up from you!"
"Huh? What?" Charlie huffed "She likes you! I've seen the way she looks at you and the way you look at her when you think no one is watching!"
He chuckles "I have no idea what you are talking about!" Charlie groans with frustration "OK, you don't feel anything for her?" He holds his head in his hands "I know you do, that's why you are upset she pulled away. But what was that going to lead to?"
"I don't know, we might have had sex..."
"Then what?" He stutters his next words "see how t-things go f-from there! I don't know!" Charlie sighed, "No! You need to take her on a date make her feel special not just bang her then see if things develop! Also ask yourself if a relationship is what you want?"
"Do things to make her feel special? Like what? And I didn't until I found out about Teddy, but now I'm thinking maybe I can?!" Charlie sighs, "make her a coffee or breakfast! That sort of stuff! Just go the right way about it!" Lyla heard a bedroom door open she pulls back from the kitchen door and pretend to yawn walking back up to it as if she had just woken up. The hushed voices go dead as she walks into the kitchen "Morning!" Charlie says brightly "morning!" Dean hums.
"Argh, head hurt!" she flops herself down onto the bench next to Charlie, resting her head on Charlie's shoulder "Oh no! Did the poor bartender drink too much?!" Charlie teases her, "Argh, I need coffee!" she groans, "I'll make you one!" Dean gets up from the table and makes her a coffee "Waffles?" he calls over "Please!"
"Hey Lyla, Dean and I were just talking about perfect dates. What would you say your perfect date is?" Charlie winks at Dean subtly, Lyla lifts her head "Erm...something fun like drinks at a bar playing darts or pool or maybe bowling and food!"
"Not a dinner at a restaurant then?" Charlie quizzes her "those kinda dates are ok, but just standard! What about you?"
"Larping duh!" the pair laughs as Dean places a coffee down in front of Lyla "Thanks, what about you, Dean?" he looks at her "I'm good with anything!" he sits opposite them.
"Right, I need to dressed, there's a job in Tulsa waiting for me!" Charlie gets up from the bench, "Need a hand?" Dean asks, "Nope, I have a friend there!" she winks. "Have fun!!" Lyla smiles at her. When Lyla has turned away Charlie gestures for him to talk to Lyla "Will do! Laters, bitches!" Dean waves.
"About last night.." Dean starts to bring up, "Look, I'm sorry, it took me by surprise that's all!" she says as she's drinking her coffee. "You didn't mind?" he looks up at her, making goosebumps cover her body. She looks down at her mug "No, I didn't mind!"
"What if I asked you on a date?" she looks up at him, he's being serious.
Chapter 5
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#dean winchester#dean x mc#dean winchester x Lyla woods#dean winchester fanfiction#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural#supernatural fangirl#supernatural family#supernatural fanfic series#@pixie88#teddy series
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your meta is one i either completely agree with or can understand where you're coming from, so i would love to hear your thoughts on the more flawed aspects of sam's personality, bc i feel like fandom always somewhat misunderstands them and/or makes up flaws for him to fit their narrative. loved the recent chapter of aware, arise btw!! <3
Thank you!
Mmm, Sam and flaws. yeah, this area is rife with pitfalls. The big problem here, which makes fandom interpretation so wildly variable and often off-base, is that there are a lot of things that the show, or Dean’s POV, would like to categorize as Sam’s fundamental flaws that simply... aren’t. The big examples are hubris, rage, and disloyalty.
But, I mean, since when does Sam have a rage problem? When he shoved John in s1? When he shot Jake, who actually, literally killed him? When he confesses in s5 that he is angry about the horrible circumstances of his life, the ways that he’s been manipulated and controlled and hurt both by people close to him and by powers beyond his control? Frankly, I would be more concerned if Sam weren’t angry, and in fact I get concerned about this very thing in s6+. Wrath is only a ~~flaw~~ if it’s consistently externalized in ways that hurt people. To say that there is a rage beast underneath Sam’s iron control, to hammer on this idea that this rage is oooh more scary because Sam’s generally in control of himself, rather disregards what actually makes anger issues... issues.
Hubris, and disloyalty, well--that’s Dean’s perspective for sure. It’s Dean, rather than Sam, who struggles with being too controlling, and with over-dictating the course of their lives. Sam’s actions in even s4 aren’t particularly based in an overwhelming hubris, but rather in a grim, goal-oriented tunnel vision. There’s a sense less of grandiosity, more of sick determination.
Okay, so what about actual flaws?
So, like, the thing with Sam and Dean is, well, they’re serial killers for a living. And there is a certain amount of hideous moral compromise that has to be wrapped up in that career, in knowing that you intentionally kill sapient beings all the time, and moreover that at least some of those beings are innocent, or at least don’t strictly deserve death. And all that’s without tallying up the collateral.
Dean overcomes this hurdle by identifying himself strongly with the righteousness of his motivations, deeply woven into his identity. His own subjective perspective is privileged above those he kills because he, personally, embodies and must always embody a hero. Consequently, his moral struggles are all about placing his own needs and his own (emotionally informed) perspective above that of other people, even, and in some cases especially, if it still causes him personal anguish. He kills Cyrus and narrowly avoids killing Jack not because he hates them, but because he places a higher premium on his conviction that they’re Destined For Evil than on any other potential for mitigating factors.
Sam does not engage with his personal subjectivity like that. When Sam does something morally objectionable, it tends to be because he’s doing the opposite, which is to totally outsource his moral conflict based on the extremity of the goal he is pursuing or based on his reluctance to trust his own judgment. Sam has the ability to write off harm to himself when he thinks it’s necessary, which, okay; but this also means he can and will write off harm to others too. Sam can rationalize and rationalize and rationalize.
It’s far easier for him to see the big picture than Dean, and thus easier for him to excuse wrongs on the basis of the greater good. Sam’s tolerance for both personal and collateral costs rise exponentially when he thinks there’s a clear end clause in sight--eg the Apocalypse in s4-5, the trials in s8, the Mark in s10, cooperation with the BMoL in s12, saving Mary in s13, even getting to Michael in s14. There’s a certain pragmatic ruthlessness in Sam that’s really, really visible when he’s soulless.
And sometimes it serves him well! It sometimes means that Sam finds it a lot easier than Dean to engage in the moral grays of sparing individuals on a case by case basis, because his identity is less wrapped up in black-and-white heroism. Though often, Sam’s moral triumphs come when he over-identifies with monsters, such that he’s able to inject and rely on his own subjectivity. And, look, Sam’s goals are, for not an insignificant portion of the show, to prevent the actual literal end of the world, which makes quite a lot of collateral relatively justifiable. But in the end, Sam’s world is just as insular and claustrophobic as Dean’s, with that same inevitably skewed sense of scale, in terms of putting his goals before other people. Sometimes, eg in s13, those goals shift from “prevent the end of the actual world” to “save my family” and that is something that it’s a lot less morally permissible to kill for.
This flaw is connected to another of Sam’s big problems: he’s altogether too willing to excuse, enable, and even participate in the patterns of harm that others, mostly Dean, engage in, especially in late seasons. Sam has developed a tendency to overcorrect against the involvement of his own perspective. Dean may have spearheaded the plan to trap and later kill Jack in 14.19-14.20, but Sam tricked him into the box, and that is a failing. Sam has adapted to survive, but he tends to externalize and project his own adaptations onto other people as well, even when they aren’t in his situation or don’t want to be: Jack, AU!Charlie, Gabriel, Kevin to some extent.
It’s a fascinating kind of thing, in which Sam’s tiny, tiny world is thrust against his tendency and even his need for big picture goals and idealizations. It leads to sometimes uncomfortable generalizations and moral justifications.
#sam and pragmatism#sam and forgiveness#sam and dean#14.19#13.09#i speaks#dean is typically too subjective#and sam is typically not subjective enough#Anonymous#sam and flaws
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Legend Lake: Chapter 1
Charlie Gillespie X Fem!Reader
Series MasterList
Summary: You bring your boyfriend of three years with you to your grandparents lake house for the first time.
Warnings: None that I know of. (Let me know if you see any and I'll add them!)
Inspo: Miggie Snyder's song Legend Lake.
A/n: If you want I can start a taglist.
You jumped in placed excitedly waiting for your boyfriend to bring down the bags. You stood holding Koa. It was only 5 am.
"Hurry up Char!" You exclaimed. "I know koa daddy is taking so long." You said in a baby voice to the puppy.
"Hey! Stop talking bad about me to my own dog." Charlie said coming out carrying the two suitcases. "Besides why couldn't you get your own bag?"
"Because I was handling Koa's things." You rolled your eyes before bending down to put the small dog in his carrier.
"Okay... Let me just get my guitar then we are ready to go!" Charlie smiled. You nodded picking up the dog carrier and grabbing your bag.
"I'll meet you in the car."
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You groaned at the sound of your phone ringing. You rubbed your eyes sitting up in your seat, looking at Charlie.
"Hey sleeping beauty." He chuckled.
"Hey." You mumbled before answering the phone. "Yeah?"
"Hey! I heard mom talking to you last week and it sounded like Charlie is coming with you too the lake?" You hear your little sister ask.
"Why Charlotte?" You asked.
"Well is he?" Charlotte asked, you could just hear the smirk on her face though.
"Yeah do you want to say hi?" You asked before turning the phone on speaker letting Charlie listen in.
"Hey charlie!" Your oldest brother, Theodore said.
"Charlotte was that a set up!" You exclaimed.
"Yep." She laughed.
"Hey Y/n." Gavin, your other brother said.
"Hey guys, say hi to Charlie I guess."
"Hey Charlie!" Was chorused through the phone.
"Hi guys!" He's talked to them on the phone before either when talking to you or when you facetimed him on prior trips.
"So your finally bringing him I thought you were too scared after you brought Jackson when you were in high school." Charlotte said.
"Oooh who's Jackson?" Charlie teased.
"You haven't told him yet!" Theo exclaimed through the phone.
"No I haven't... Now I will have to Okay bye see you soon." You said before hanging the phone up after letting them say bye. "Jackson was just a jerk I dated sophomore year." You told your boyfriend.
"He's the reason you didn't want me to meet them in person."
"One of them. It's fine how far are we from Wisconsin?" You asked.
"We're in Wisconsin angel." He smiled at you.
"Oh.. Lets go to a rest stop I need to use the restroom and then we can switch. You're gonna need sleep to be able to handle my family."
"Okay." He agreed with a yawn.
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"Welcome to the best place on earth!" You said happily climbing out of the car.
"I thought that was Disney world?" Charlie asked opening the backdoor to grab Koa.
"No that's the happiest place on earth."
"Oh... Where is everyone?" Charlie looked at the empty area he assumed was for cars.
"They aren't coming until tomorrow. We got here a day early. It's fine now I can give you a tour and we can sleep." You told him.
"Okay. Should we call and tell your family we got here safe?"
"Uh yeah I'll do it after the tour." You said pulling the bags out of the trunk while Charlie grabbed his guitar case. "Follow me!"
"Of course." He smiled following onto the porch of the large lake house. "Are your grandparents rich?"
"Huh? Oh no my grandpa inherited it from his dad who inherited it from his dad who built it." You explained, "now we just keep up the maintenance on it." You shrugged.
"Oh so is there a room for everyone?"
"Well no, I'll explain there's six bedrooms so each of the parents get a room, my parents, my grandparents, and my aunt and uncle. And then my sister, Theo and his fiance share a room, then you and I share with Gavin and his girlfriend, while my cousin Dale, his wife, and their son have their own room." You explained.
"Oh okay." Charlie smiled as the two of you walked into the house. "Woah." He gasped looking around.
"See best place on earth!" You said setting the bags down. "Let Koa out."
"Okay." Charlie let the puppy out. Koa went running around the open space. "So tour?"
"That's the stairs, the kitchen, dining room, living room." You said walking in farther. "Okay this is the best wall in the house, family photos." You pointed at the wall filled with family photos all taken at the lake.
"You take one every year?" He asked.
"Yeah, you'll be in this year's photo." You said looking at the photos before changing the subject. "Uh that's me as a baby." You pointed at the photo of your family.
"You were so cute! And that's Dale, Theo, and Gavin?" He guessed pointing to the three young boys holding you in the photo.
"Well yeah but that one is Theo and that one is Gavin." You switched his guesses. "Okay back with the tour." You walked away Charlie followed.
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"And finally our room. We get the top bunk." You smiled lifting Koa.
"Cool." He laughed looking at the bottom bed pulling at the curtain. "Does the top bunk get a curtain?" He wiggled his eye brows. You rolled your eyes lifting to set Koa on the top bunk before climbing the ladder.
"No we have this." You grabbed a pop up bed tent that hides between the mattress and railing when not being used. It light yellow littered with puppies and cats on it. You've had it since you were little.
"This place is nice you should've brought me sooner." Charlie laughed climbing up and laying with you and Koa.
"I guess so. Let's just get so sleep." You rested your head on his shoulder with a yawn.
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Oooh! For the Charlie Weasley prompt list, 5, 8, and 14, where the reader and charlie have lowkey had feelings for each other for a long time, but then he went to Romania, but finally the reader is about to go into their last year, and they're spending summer at the burrow when Charlie comes back and they talk about being together after the reader graduates
Next Year
Charlie Weasley x Reader
Summary: You had always been close to the Weasley family, and the second-oldest, dragon-loving brother was no exception. He was a few years ahead of you, tall, funny, and ruggedly handsome — all that you could ever want in a boy. It was a shame he didn’t feel the same way. But could one summer together at the Burrow change all that?
Prompts:
5) There’s always next year.
8) I never forgot you.
14) Is that my jumper?
“Y/N! Y/N! Over here!”
You turned to see Ginny Weasley calling to you from the entrance of the Burrow. At her side was a broom and a dustpan. Mrs. Weasley had probably asked her to sweep the front porch.
“Ginny!” you exclaimed, running over to her. You had apparated to the Burrow with nothing but a small suitcase, so it didn’t take long for you to reach her.
“Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” the young red-headed girl gushed as she pulled you into a hug.
“Where is everybody?” you asked when she finally let go of you.
“Percy, Ron, and Harry are upstairs cleaning the bedrooms with Mum,” Ginny answered. “Hermione was helping me out here, but she went inside to grab paper towels for the windows.”
“And Fred and George?”
“They went out with Charlie. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.”
“Charlie’s here?” you asked in surprise. “I thought you said he wasn’t coming. In your letter.”
“Huh, I probably made a mistake,” she said. “I meant to write that Bill wasn’t coming home this summer, not Charlie.”
“Oh,” you said. Part of you was excited to see Charlie again, but another part of you dreaded it. You hadn’t seen him since the end of your fifth year at Hogwarts, an entire year ago. You had finished your fifth year when he finished his seventh, and he headed straight for Romania after that. He had left immediately after graduation, not even staying to spend one more summer with you.
It was not like he had any reason to spend another summer with you. You were only a family friend, after all. The Weasleys had loads of family friends, and you were no different. Charlie probably thought of you like he did Harry or Hermione. But you couldn’t help but wish that he thought of you as something more than that.
You were heartbroken when he left, but you didn’t let it show. You spent that summer with your family, who missed you dearly when you were away at school. You had a happy time, taking trips and enjoying the company of those you love, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Charlie was gone.
When fall came, you returned to Hogwarts to begin your sixth year. You had school to occupy you — and you were very busy with that, being your studious and ambitious self — but you never let go of the memory of Charlie Weasley. You often looked back at why you fell for him in the first place.
You had met in your first year and his third. As members of the same house, you saw each other frequently and became fast friends. Over the years, you became acquainted with the rest of the Weasley siblings and grew to consider them your second family. You spent parts of your school breaks at the Burrow, and your muggle parents became close friends with the Weasleys as well. It was hard not to fall for Charlie when you were constantly around him and his wonderful family.
Though he was two years older than you, he treated you like an equal, not like some bothersome younger sister. He was kind and respectful and had a love for animals. In your mind, he was perfect. But you never had the courage to tell him so. You were always too embarrassed about your crush and too scared that your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. He never showed any signs that he fancied you, so why would you humiliate yourself by admitting that you fancied him?
“I’ll take that for you, dear,” someone said, breaking you from your thoughts. You looked up to see that Arthur Weasley had come out of the house and was reaching for your suitcase.
“Thanks, Mr. Weasley!” you said, handing over the suitcase. “I assume I’ll be staying in Bill’s room since he’s not here?”
“Sure are,” he replied. “He’s been so busy at Gringotts. They just shipped him out to Egypt not even a week ago.” Mr. Weasley smiled broadly, clearly proud of his son.
“Wow, Egypt?” you marvel. “Bill must be some curse-breaker.”
“He sure is,” said Molly Weasley, joining the throng conversing on the front steps. “Hello, Y/N. How are you, dear?”
You stepped into Mrs. Weasley’s outstretched arms and told her that you had never been better. School was swell, your friends were keeping you sane, and there was nothing getting you down. She seemed happy at your reply and led the way back into the house.
Inside, you greeted Ron, Hermione, Harry and Percy. Unlike Ginny, whom you haven’t seen since Christmas holiday, you saw the four the them at school everyday. Percy was a year younger than you, and Ron, Harry, and Hermione were itty bitty soon-to-be second years. You were happy that Ginny would be starting at Hogwarts in the fall. Your last year would be her first, but at least you could go to school with her for one year.
For the rest of the day, you helped the family tidy up the house and prepare supper. When evening rolled around, Charlie, Fred, and George returned from wherever it was they went to. Fred and George said hello to you first, before heading upstairs to work on a new prank idea. Charlie was the last to approach you.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said. “Long time, no see.”
“Yeah,” you agreed, looking up at him. He hadn’t changed a bit. Same messy red hair, same freckles dotting his face. He was as handsome as ever. You quickly looked away, feeling the heat creep up your neck. The last thing you wanted was to out yourself on having a crush on Charles Weasley, especially in front of Charlie himself and his family.
“Hey, Y/N!” called Ron. “Wanna play a game of chess before dinner?”
“Sure,” you answer gratefully. You wanted any excuse to distance yourself from Charlie. Being around him only intensified your feelings for him.
After a heated round of chess, which Ron, the strategic genius, obviously won, Mrs. Weasley announced that dinner was ready. Everyone took their seats at the table, you squeezing yourself in between George and Ginny. To your dismay, Charlie chose the chair directly across from you.
He flashed you a smile. You smiled back weakly before quickly looking down at your plate. Act normal, you told yourself. When you still went to school with Charlie, you had gotten the same nervous, fluttery feeling whenever you were around him. After he left to pursue his dream job in Romania, he wasn’t nearby to make your stomach do somersaults anymore. It had been a full year since you felt this dizzying feeling, and now it was all rushing back to you.
“You okay, Y/N?” asked Hermione, who was sitting next to Charlie.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
You looked around and quickly realized that everyone had already piled food on top of their plates, but yours was still empty. How long had you been sitting there?
“Right,” you said as you picked up a serving spoon, about to dish mashed potatoes onto your plate. “I was thinking about someone, and I guess I zoned out for a bit.”
Hermione raised her eyebrow at you. “Who were you thinking about?”
You froze. You replayed your words and realized that you had accidentally said you were thinking about someone instead of something.
“Did I say someone?” you asked with a laugh, attempting to pass off your error as a simple mistake. “I meant something.”
“Sure you did,” Ginny teased, winking at you.
You rolled your eyes at her. You acted as if it was all a joke, but you were dying of embarrassment on the inside. You hoped you weren’t being too obvious.
“Pass me the green beans, Y/LN,” Charlie said.
You felt your face burning as you handed over the green beans. Even though you didn’t touch him, extending your hand that close to his sent electricity through you.
“Thank you,” Charlie said cheekily.
You spared him a glance, flashing him a smile. You were trying to act as casual as possible, but it was difficult when your stomach churned every time you looked at him. There was no denying to yourself that you were crushing hard.
After dinner was done, you helped Mrs. Weasley wash up. When everything was cleaned and put away, you headed over to the living room, where Fred, George, and Charlie were playing cards around the coffee table. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were talking upstairs, Percy was in his room reading, and the Weasley parents had decided to retire for the night.
“Can I play?” you asked, taking a seat next to Fred.
“Sure,” he answered, not looking up from his deck. “Next game.”
“So, where did you guys go earlier today?” you questioned.
“We just went to town,” George replied nonchalantly. “Fred and I needed to get some stuff for our next prank, and Charlie offered to take us.”
You hummed in response. It made you feel warm inside to know that Charlie was so attentive with his siblings. Family was very important to you, and you were glad it was important to him as well. Just another reason for you to fall even harder for him. Godric, why did he have to be so perfect?
The boys continued to play. The game finally ended when both Fred and Charlie ran out of cards, leaving George the winner. You began picking up the cards and shuffling them, preparing to deal them to everyone.
Before you could complete your task, however, George interrupted. “Actually, Fred and I are going upstairs to work on our new idea.”
Giving them a wave goodbye, you watched as the two younger boys got up from the coffee table and headed upstairs.
“You and me?” Charlie asked, a mischievous smile on his face
“Sure,” you replied.
You handed him his cards, and the two of you began to play. You were both concentrated on the game, and the only noise that could be heard was the sound of cards slapping on the table.
“So, how have you been?” Charlie asked, trying to make conversation.
“I’ve been good,” you responded. “You?”
“Never been better. Working at the dragon sanctuary has been a dream come true.”
You were genuinely happy to hear that he loved his job and his new life. Although, you wished you could be a bigger part of it. Charlie wasn’t much of a writer, and he hardly sent letters to his family, let alone his friends. You had written to him once when he was away, and he had responded. That was the extent of your communication over the last year. You didn’t bother to send another letter, fearing coming off as clingy or obsessed. When he failed to write to you again, you knew you had made the right decision.
“Wanna tell me more about Romania?” you asked, setting your cards down.
“Sure!” he answered enthusiastically. “But can we sit on the couch? My bum is sore from sitting on the floor.”
The two of you moved to the sofa and sat about a foot away from each other. He told you all about his experiences working with dragons. He went into detail about the training process, the proper way to handle a baby dragon, and the different breeds he got to study. You smiled as he talked, enjoying the way his eyes lit up whenever he discussed something he was passionate about.
“So, what about you?” he asked finally. “What have you been up to?”
“Well, I just finished my sixth year, which you already knew,” you said. “I aced most of my exams, I was invited into the Slug Club, and I’m currently working towards becoming Head Girl.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” Charlie said. “You must be proud of yourself.”
“I am proud. Exhausted, but proud. Sometimes I wonder how I got this far. I look back at all the hard work I put in and still can’t figure out how I managed to do all that.”
“You’re pretty incredible,” said Charlie. “If anyone could accomplish that much, it would be you.” He paused. “Well, maybe also Percy. He’s a know-it-all.”
You blushed at his compliment. “Thanks, Charlie.” When you first told him about your achievements, you were worried he would think you were bragging. But his kind words put your fears at ease, reassuring you that it was okay to be happy for yourself and to want to share your goals and successes with others.
“You know, we should keep in touch more when I go back to Romania,” he said.
“Agreed. We hardly exchanged two letters in the past year.”
Charlie smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I sort of didn’t write to anyone at all. I mean, unless they wrote to me first.”
“It’s alright,” you reassured him. “You were probably too busy taming dragons or something,” you teased.
“I never forgot you,” he said, as if he had to make sure you knew his lack of communication wasn’t personal.
You felt your breath hitch. You knew he was probably only saying because he felt guilty for not sending letters to someone who obviously wanted to, but you secretly wished he had meant something more by those words. Did he miss you when he was away? Or did he just feel bad for cutting off a family friend who was desperate for company? Could he sense how you felt about him?
“I know,” you said. “You don’t have to feel bad for not writing. I know it’s nothing against me.” You really hoped he didn’t pity you or think you were pathetic. Your Gryffindor confidence truly gave out on you when you were around him.
“I-it’s not that,” he stammered. “It’s just, well, um.”
“It’s just what?” you questioned. Since when did Charlie Weasley get so tongue-tied?
“I, uh, I want you to know that I never forgot about you,” he finally spitted out, red in the face. “You’re, you’re different to me.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. Was Charlie Weasley, the boy you’ve been swooning over for years, confessing his feelings for you?
“Different how?” you asked, wanting him to get to the point. You needed to know how he felt about you, but you were slightly afraid of the outcome. What if it was all a misunderstanding? What if you had been reading the situation wrong, and he didn’t actually have feelings for you?
“Well, you’re like a friend,” Charlie began slowly. He seemed to have regained his natural confidence and composure. “But more than that.”
You stared at him, unable to speak.
“You’re like family,” he went on, “but I don’t see you as my sister or anything like that. I see you more as someone I could fancy, or rather, someone I do fancy.”
You were dumbstruck. The boy you were head-over-heels for actually liked you back. He had said it himself. He fancied you. No one else, you.
“Could you please say something?” Charlie asked.
You looked down to see him fidgeting with his hands. Was he really that anxious? The calmest person you knew was nervous around you?
“I can’t believe you just said that,” you said, looking him in the eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, turning red again. “Forget I said anything.”
“No, no, it’s not like that!” you hurriedly told him. “I like you, too.”
“You do?” he asked, breaking into a grin that could make you melt into the ground.
“Yes, I do. I’ve liked you for a long time, but I never had the courage to say anything. I didn’t think you felt the same way.”
“Same here,” Charlie admitted. “I’ve liked you for a while, but it felt wrong of me to say so. You are my friend, after all. Plus, you’re two years younger than me.”
You nodded in agreement. You often questioned if it would be wrong to date someone who wasn’t your age. Would people think weirdly of you and Charlie if the two of you were in a relationship? Would either of you get in trouble?
You couldn’t help yourself from asking, “How long have you liked me for?” You were still flabbergasted and didn’t think you’d ever get over the news.
“Well, I’m not sure. Maybe since my sixth year? Although, it could’ve been before that. We were always such close friends that I didn’t notice when platonic feelings started to turn into something more.”
You nodded in understanding. “I get it. Although, I can’t say it was the same for me. My feelings for you weren’t gradual like that. I knew I liked you all at once. From the moment we first met, actually.”
“Oh, did you?” he teased. “Did you find me that charming?”
“Oh, shut it, you git,” you said while rolling your eyes at him. It felt nice to banter with him without the awkward tension from before. Knowing that he shared your feelings made it easier for you to talk to him.
“So, what now?” Charlie asked you. “Are we dating or...?”
“Well, you have to ask me out first, don’t you?” you said playfully, trying to hide your smile.
He let out a loud sigh. “If I must.”
“Go on,” you said with a smirk. You had missed his goofy side when you were apart from him.
“Y/N Y/LN, will you go out with me?” he asked dramatically.
You rolled your eyes again. “Yes, you doof. I will go out with you.”
He beamed. “Brilliant!”
You smiled back at him, reaching for his hands. You gripped his hands in yours and looked into his eyes. Those soft, brown eyes that never failed to make you weak in the knees.
“But what will your family think?” you questioned, finally breaking his gaze.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Will your family be okay with this?”
“I’ve, uh, already told my parents about you,” you said sheepishly. “They’ve known I liked you for a long time, so they won’t have a problem with us dating. It’s your family I’m worried about.”
Charlie nodded. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell them? Not now, at least?”
“That would probably be best,” you agreed. “I don’t particularly want to deal with their judgement right now.”
Just then, the thudding of footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard.
“Charlie, Y/N, it’s bedtime!” Ron called from the landing. “Mum told me to tell you!”
“We’re coming, Ron!” Charlie shouted back. He turned to you. “So, I guess we’re keeping this a secret?”
“Guess so.”
That night, you couldn’t sleep as you laid in bed. You didn’t have to share Bill’s room with anybody, so you were utterly alone with your thoughts. Part of you was too excited to sleep. You couldn’t believe you were dating Charlie Weasley, the boy of your dreams. But part of you was also terrified of what the Weasleys would say once they found out. You already knew they liked you; you had been a friend of their children for a long time. And Charlie was their own son. But would a relationship be too much?
Aside from your worries about Charlie’s family, thoughts about how to make a relationship with him work also occupied your mind. He would be returning to the dragon reserve in Romania at the end of the summer, and you would be starting your last year at Hogwarts. Would you break up? Would you do long-distance? How would you make it work?
The next morning, everything proceeded as usual. You had breakfast with the Weasleys, along with Ron and Hermione, of course, and helped with the dishes afterward. You spent the rest of the day spending time with everyone, particularly Charlie. The two of you snuck off whenever you could, but it was difficult finding time to be alone with so many people at the Burrow.
The rest of the summer went accordingly. You spent your days playing games with the younger children, helping Mr. and Mrs. Weasley around the house, and enjoying quiet moments with Charlie. During your time alone, the two of you talked, made plans, and fell deeper in love with each other. You were infatuated with him, and he felt the same about you. Both of you dreaded the end of the summer, when you would eventually have to part ways.
You would miss the hot nights laying in the field, counting fireflies together. You would miss the sweet way you held each other’s hands underneath the dinner table. You would miss the rise and fall of his chest when he had fallen asleep on the banks of the nearby pond after a long afternoon of splashing around. You would miss the blush that crept up his cheeks when you caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You would miss him, everything about him.
The last day of summer crept closer and closer. Before you knew it, it was your final night at the Burrow. You were set to leave with Percy, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny early the next morning. A part of you was excited to finally start your last year at Hogwarts, knowing that this would bring you another step closer to your adult life. Some days, there was nothing you wanted more than to be done with school and to start working in the wizarding world. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be a healer or an auror or some other profession, but you knew you wanted to make a difference and do good things for others. But another part of you was saddened. You didn’t want to leave the warmth and comfort of the Burrow. You didn’t want the carefree summer days to be nothing but a distant memory. And you didn’t want your blossoming relationship with Charlie to come to a close either.
It was past midnight, and you were the only one awake. Having had trouble falling asleep, you had gone down to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. After downing your drink, you had decided to perch on the sofa to contemplate your current situation. Physically, you were exhausted from a long day of frolicking in the fields and slinging rocks into the pond, the perfect end to the perfect summer. Mentally, you were restless as thoughts ran wild through your head. What would happen when you returned to school and Charlie went back to Romania? Your body was telling you to sleep, but your mind was keeping you up. You would be able to sleep on the train the next day, anyway.
“Y/N?” a voice sounded through the silence. “Why are you up?”
You broke free of your thoughts and glanced up to see Charlie staring back at you from the foot of the stairs.
“I couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged. “Went down for some water and decided to sit here.”
Charlie grinned before plopping down next to you. “Well, then, I’m glad I happened to wake up just now. We can have one more moment together before we both leave tomorrow.”
You smiled back at him. “I think one more moment with you is just what I need right now.”
“What’s on your mind, love?” he asked as he draped his arm around you.
You snuggled closer to his side. “Nothing much. I was just thinking about us. What’s going to happen after tomorrow?”
You peered into Charlie’s eyes and found that he looked utterly content, relaxed even. Was he not fazed by the idea of having to leave you?
“Well, you’re going back to school,” he began, “and I’m going back to the sanctuary.”
“But what about us?”
“We’ll do long-distance, I guess,” he answered with a shrug. “I don’t want to break up or anything.”
You smiled at that and leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek. You were glad he wasn’t too worried. It eased your nerves to see how well he was handling this. “I don’t want to break up either. But you better write me, you git.”
Charlie smirked. “Alright, I’ll write you.”
You punched him playfully. “You better.”
The two of you stayed on the couch for a while, just enjoying being close to each other. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. Its rhythmic pounding soothed you, let you know that everything was going to be okay.
“Hey, is that my jumper?” Charlie finally spoke, gesturing to knitted red garment you wore.
You grinned sheepishly, looking down at the jumper that hung oversized on you. “I wanted to have a piece of you before we go our separate ways. I didn’t think you’d miss it too much. You have a bunch of them.”
“You can keep it, love,” he said with a grin. “It looks better on you anyway.”
“Thanks, Charlie,” you replied happily. You knew he wouldn’t have minded you taking his jumper, but it was nice to hear him say it himself. Something about the way he said it looked better on you made you cling onto him even tighter.
You and Charlie fell asleep on the couch that night, entangled in each other’s arms. In the morning, you were awakened by the sound of stomping footsteps and rowdy laughter as the other children got ready to leave. Soon enough, Molly Weasley was ushering you and Charlie to get ready as well. She didn’t seem at all surprised to see the two of you sleeping on the sofa together. Like everyone else in the house, she knew of your relationship without having to be told.
Charlie decided to accompany you and rest of the returning Hogwarts troupe to the train station. He didn’t want to miss seeing you off, wanting to say goodbye one last time. By the time you reached Platform 9 3/4, it was finally hitting you that you would be leaving him again. But this time, it hurt a little less because you knew you wouldn’t be leaving behind an unrequited love. You would be leaving your boyfriend, someone who did feel the same way and would never stop caring about you no matter the distance.
Your goodbye was bittersweet. You were thrilled to be parting ways as two people who were dating at long last, but you were dismayed to leave him at all.
“Did you pack my jumper?” Charlie asked as he pulled you into one last hug.
“Sure did,” you grinned at him. “I’m going to miss you, Charlie.”
“I’ll miss you too,” he said, planting a kiss into your hair. “But there’s always next year.”
You finally pulled away and boarded the Hogwarts Express with the others. Sitting in between Ginny and Hermione, you waved out the window frantically as the train pulled out of the station. You continued to wave as the train continued to chug forward until the figures of Charlie, Molly, and Arthur Weasley became nothing but specks on the platform.
Tired from staying up late the night before, you allowed yourself to shut your eyes during the ride to school. As you were drifting off to sleep, the last words Charlie had said to you turned over and over again in your mind. But there’s always next year. He was right. Although you’d be apart for your last year at Hogwarts and his second year in Romania, you had your whole future ahead of you. You had the rest of your lives to be together, so it didn’t matter that you weren’t together now. You sank deeper and deeper into a peaceful slumber, letting the noise of the train inching along the tracks and the thoughts of your future with Charlie lull you to sleep.
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