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joelmillerisapunk · 21 days

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Greece 1.5 ~ S.O.S

Soft daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Wordcount: 3,060

Summary: The one where you tell Joel you're pregnant

Warnings: 18+, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy tests, anxiety, panic, Joel receiving this news and reacting

Notes: A filler between Greece and the next destination. Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and/or reblogged this au. It was only ever meant to be a one-shot, but I am so grateful for the love it received. Writing this has been so very therapeutic for me and fun, and it's all because of you amazing peeps. Thank you, @saradika-graphics , for the dividers 🥰

As you go through the motions of packing your bags, your thoughts are in a tumultuous storm. You can hardly believe the result of the pregnancy test you took this morning, a tiny stick that holds the power to change your life forever. The two pink lines staring back at you confirmed your worst fears and ignited a whirlwind of emotions within you. Fear, excitement, and uncertainty all battle for dominance in your heart, and you can't shake the feeling that everything is about to change. You'd hoped it was a false positive. But here you are. You're pregnant. The news hits you like a ton of bricks, and you're not sure what to do next. You consider waiting to tell Joel until after your trip is over, but you know that's not fair to him. He has a right to know, and you want to be honest with him.

You picture Joel's face when you tell him the news, the shock and disbelief that will surely follow. You wonder how he'll react, whether he'll be happy or scared, angry or confused. You imagine him wanting to take control of the situation, to take care of you and the baby, and the thought warms your heart. But you also fear his rejection, the possibility that he might not want to be a father, or worse, that he might not want to be with you after this. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. You need to talk to Joel, to tell him what's going on and see what he thinks. Maybe this is a good thing, a sign that your relationship is meant to be.

As you take one last, lingering look around the room, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. The memories you've made here with Joel have been nothing short of extraordinary - filled with love, laughter, and a sense of adventure that has left you both breathless and exhilarated. You take a mental snapshot of the room as it is now - the rumpled sheets on the bed, the scattered books and papers on the floor, the faint scent of coffee and citrus that seems to linger in the air.

As you make your way out to the balcony, you take a deep breath, savoring the salty tang of the ocean air and the gentle rustle of the palm fronds overhead. Joel is sitting there, his gaze fixed on the horizon, and for a moment, you simply watch him, taking in the strong line of his jaw and the way the sunlight glints off his hair. You hesitate for just a moment before approaching him, feeling nervous. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead.

"Hey," you say softly, taking a seat next to him.

He looks up, a smile on his face. "Hey, princess," he says, taking your hand in his.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Joel, there's something I need to tell you."

His smile fades, and he looks at you with concern. "What is it, darlin? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant," you whisper.

His eyes widen, and he looks at you in shock. "What?"

You nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I took a test last night, and this morning, both were positive.” As the words leave your lips, Joel's expression changes from one of joy to one of shock and disbelief. His face pales, and he stands up abruptly, as if he's been physically struck. You watch in confusion as he stumbles towards the door, mumbling something about needing some air. Before you can say or do anything, he's gone, leaving you sitting alone on the balcony.

The breeze rustles the palm leaves above you, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below fills the air. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the enormity of what you've just revealed weighs heavily on your shoulders. You curl your legs up onto the chair, wrapping your arms around your knees, as you try to make sense of what just happened. You can't blame Joel for his reaction. You understand that he needs time to process the news, but it still stings to have him walk away without saying a word.

—

Joel paces back and forth on the beach, running his hands through his hair as he tries to process the news you just gave him. He mutters to himself, "Pregnant? How? I mean, I know how, but...what?" He stops and looks out at the sea, taking deep breaths as he tries to calm down. But his thoughts are racing, and he can't seem to focus on anything but the word pregnant repeating in his mind.

He starts pacing again, kicking at the sand as he goes. He's never been in this situation before, and he's not sure what to do. He doesn't want to be a father, not right now. He's already done that. But he knows that's not an option. You're carrying his child, and he can't just abandon you. He stops and looks at the sea again, feeling overwhelmed. He's not sure how he can be a good father, not after what happened to Sarah. He couldn't handle that again. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to steady his nerves. He knows he needs to talk to you to tell you what he's feeling, but he's not sure how.

—

You wait for what seems like an eternity, but Joel doesn't come back. You start to worry, wondering if he's okay. You decide to go look for him, and when you do, you find him outside, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. He looks up as you approach, and you can see the fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, darlin," he says, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to leave like that. I just needed some time to think."

You nod, understanding his reaction. You sit down next to him, and he takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. Joel takes a deep breath and looks at you, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. "I'm scared, darlin'. I'm scared of what this means for us, for our future. I'm scared of failin’ you and the baby."

"I'm scared too, Joel. But we'll figure it out."

Joel looks at you, his eyes searching yours for something, anything. "But what if I can't be a good father? What if all I'm good at is failing?”

The vulnerability in his voice takes you aback. You never imagined Joel, the strong and confident man you've come to know and love, could feel this way. You take his hand in both of yours, your eyes meeting his. "Joel, you are a good person. You have overcome so much in your life, and you have so much love to give. I believe in you, and I know that you will be an amazing father if you want, but if not,” You pause as more tears threaten to fall, “if not then we can end the trip here and go our separate ways. I'm giving you an out.” You look down at the sand as the tears pour from your face, and suddenly you're sobbing into your hands.

Joel gently takes your hands away from your face and places his there instead, holding you like you're the most delicate thing in the world. Looking into your eyes, he can see the fear and uncertainty in them, and it breaks his heart. He takes a deep breath, "Darlin', I love you. I have loved you from the moment I met you. And I want to be with you, always. I want to be there for you and our baby. I'm not gonna leave.”

You look up at him, tears still streaming down your face. "Really?”

He nods, a small smile on his face. "Yes, really. I want to be a family with you. I want to build a life with you. I want to be the father that our child deserves. I may not be perfect, but I'll do everything in my power to be there for you both.”

You feel a sense of relief wash over you. "Thank you, Joel. Thank you for being here for me, for us."

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Always, darlin'. Always."

You lean in and kiss him, feeling a sense of closeness and connection that you've never felt before. When you pull away, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes, and you know that everything is going to be okay.

—

As your flight to France draws near, you take time to rest, feeling the fatigue from the emotional morning catch up to you. After your tearful conversation, Joel takes it upon himself to go out and buy you some essentials. He knows that you'll need all the support you can get during this pregnancy, and he wants to do everything in his power to help you. So he walks down the bustling streets of Greece, taking in the sights and sounds of the market. He heads to a florist first, picking out a beautiful bouquet of pink and white roses. The florist wraps them up carefully, and Joel can't help but smile as he takes them in his hands. He knows they'll just be left here when you leave, but he gets them anyway, hoping to brighten your mood.

Next, he heads to a small café, where he orders a box of pastries, a few sandwiches, and two cups of hot coffee. He knows that you've been feeling a bit nauseous, but he's hoping that the smell of fresh coffee will help perk you up. After that, he makes his way to a health food store, where he picks up some prenatal vitamins and other supplements. He's not entirely sure what you'll need, so he grabs one of anything that seems helpful.

As he walks back to the villa, Joel can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knows that this pregnancy is going to be a challenge and change his life forever. He wants to be there for you every step of the way, providing you with the love and support that you need, more than ever, but he can't help feeling a sense of doubt in himself.

Could he really do this all over again without failing?

—

The villa is quiet and peaceful, the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing as you sleep. Joel enters the room, his footsteps light on the plush carpet. He looks at you with a soft smile on his face as he watches you sleep. You look so beautiful, so peaceful that he feels a pang in his heart, wondering how you must be feeling. He quietly sets up a little display for you, with the flowers in a vase, the food, and the vitamins, all laid out on the table. With everything in place, Joel grabs his cup of coffee and takes a seat at the table, his eyes never leaving you.

As time passes, Joel decides to step out onto the balcony overlooking the sea. The view is breathtaking, the endless expanse of blue water stretching out before him. He takes a deep breath, feeling the salty air fill his lungs and pulls out the box with the engagement ring he's picked out for you from his pocket, and the delicate gem gleams in the sunlight. He knows now more than ever that this is the right decision, that his plans to propose in France will definitely go forward. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, to build a family and a future together.

—

You slowly open your eyes, the sleep still lingering in your limbs. As you sit up, you're greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery pastries. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in the beautiful display Joel has set up on the table. A vase filled with an array of bright and colorful flowers sits prominently in the center, surrounded by an assortment of foods, vitamins, and prenatal supplements. “Joel what is all this?”

"Thought you might need some stuff to help you through the pregnancy. I wasn't sure if you're allowed coffee, but I figured one cup won't hurt."

You smile, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for Joel. He's been so supportive and kind, and you know that he's going to be an amazing father. You take a sip of the coffee, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

—

As the two of you make your way to the airport, you can't help but feel a sense of anxiety. This trip has already been a whirlwind, and the news of your pregnancy has only added to the drama. As you board the plane, Joel notices a familiar face in first class. It's a woman he used to know back when he was married, a wealthy socialite who always seemed to have her sights set on him. She sees him as well, and a sly smile spreads across her face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Joel Miller," she purrs. "And who is this little thing by your side? Certainly not the sort of woman I'd expect to see with a man like you." She eyes you up and down.

You feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, but Joel just smiles. "Now, now, Elizabeth, there's no need to be rude. This is my partner, and she's pregnant with my child. I'd appreciate it if you'd show her some respect."

Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Pregnant? Well, congratulations, I suppose. I never took you for the family type, Joel, not after what happened to - whatever her name was. But I guess we all have our secrets, don't we?"

You can feel your anger rising, but Joel just shakes his head. "Elizabeth, please. We're just trying to enjoy our trip."

Elizabeth sighs, clearly disappointed. "Fine, Joel. I'll leave you to your...family. But don't expect me to roll out the red carpet for your little ragamuffin here. She's not exactly the type of person I'd expect to see in first class." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you and Joel sitting there in shock.

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea she'd be on this flight. She's always had a bit of a mean streak."

You sigh, leaning into his embrace. "It's okay, Joel. I know she was just trying to get a reaction out of you. But you didn't have to announce that I'm pregnant, I mean, we just found out, why'd you tell her?”

Joel looks at you with a sheepish expression. "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to blurt it out like that. I guess I just wanted to prove to her that I'm not the same man I used to be, that I've changed and grown. I wanted her to know that I'm happy, that I'm in love. I wanted her to see that I'm not alone, that I have you and the baby, and that I don't need her or anyone else from that damn circle."

"I know, Joel. And I'm proud of you, I really am. It's just a lot to take in, that's all.” You sigh

The rest of the flight is tense and heavy, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. You can't shake off the encounter with Elizabeth, and you can tell that Joel is still feeling guilty for blurting out your pregnancy. But despite the awkwardness, you find comfort in Joel's presence, his warm hand holds yours as the plane begins its descent. You feel a sudden surge of excitement. You've never been to France before, and you can't wait to explore the city of love with Joel.

“You wanna watch a movie? It'll help pass the time.” Joel offers, and you agree.

As the two of you settle into your seats and the movie begins, Joel can't help but feel a sense of guilt and unease. He keeps replaying the encounter with Elizabeth in his mind, wondering if he made a mistake by revealing your pregnancy to her. He knows that he only did it to prove a point, but he can't shake off the feeling that he's failed you in some way.

He looks over at you halfway through the movie to find you sleeping peacefully next to him. He can't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of his past, by the memories of his failed marriage and the loss of his firstborn child. His mind drifts to the future and all the challenges that it may bring. He knows that he's made mistakes in the past, but he's determined to do better this time around. He looks over at you again, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the movie screen, and he feels a sense of peace wash over him. Maybe he can do this.

As the movie comes to an end, Joel takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You open your eyes, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. "Hey princess" he says, his voice soft.

"Hey," you reply, yawning. "What time is it?"

"We're about to land."

You look out the window as the plane descends, watching as the green fields and rolling hills of the countryside give way to the bustling cityscape of Paris. The Eiffel Tower looms in the distance, a symbol of love and romance that seems to promise a brighter future.

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afewproblems · 1 year

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Give me older Steve and Eddie, in their mid-thirties, an established couple at this point, seeing Lord of the Rings the Fellowship of the Ring in theaters in 2001.

Steve never did get around to reading the books but he loves Eddie and its a movie, so what could go wrong? He liked Star Wars well enough didn't he?

And the intro narrations plays, a woman's voice explaining history and legend in soothing lilting tones as the story begins to play out on the screen. Steve barely touches his popcorn the entire time as he meets Frodo and Gandalf, as Bilbo disappears from his own birthday party and he gives the ring to his oldest friend, as Frodo and Sam make their way to Bree, as the Ring Wraiths chase Frodo and Arwen through the forrests.

Steve grips Eddie's hand tightly as Arwen tells Frodo not to give in, he misses the loving grin that Eddie shoots him before turning back to the screen.

Gandalf falls, Borromir sacrifices himself, Sam tells Frodo he doesn't mean to leave him. That he won't, he can't.

Steve struggles to wipe his face surreptitiously, he still has Eddie's hand gripped in his left while his right is clamped tightly over his mouth, he ends up letting the tears flow freely, it's fine, he's fine.

The last few hours have flown by and the lights come on slowly as Steve sniffles quietly, he swings his right arm across his face roughly and laughs softly as Eddie asks him how he liked it with a small grin.

"It was alright," Steve says with a watery voice, he smiles at the cackle Eddie throws his way. Eddie helps him up and draws him into a long hug, not caring of the people filing out of the rows of seats around them.

"You okay sweetheart?" Eddie murmurs as he pulls away.

Steve nods and sniffs once more before looking up to catch Eddie's eye, "there are two more after this huh?"

Eddie snorts and brings his arm around Steve's shoulders as they begin to follow the last of the stragglers, "Of this story, yeah why?"

Steve shakes his head with a small laugh, "might finally give those books you love so much a peek".

Eddie hums and leans in to press a soft kiss to Steve's temple, "I think we can arrange that".

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve x eddie #older steve and eddie #modern au stranger things #lotr #soft steve harrington #soft eddie munson #lotr is my comfort movie if you cant tell

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wettestnjaay · 1 year

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just a quick little sun for dave & todd 🙈.

“ILL TAKE THEM BOTH, THATS FAIR RIGHT?”

EVAN PETERS & AARON JOHNSON ❤️.

DAVE LIZEWSKI x BLACK!POPULAR!BIMBO!READER x TODD HAYNES LIGHT SMUT 16+

NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD

SUMMARY;

Picture yourself, a highschool student—pretty, fun, cute, everything perfect beside.., you having a small little crush on a geek,, named Todd.. and teases him and his friend Dave., a lot… Maybe they kept you joking around, or bullying them, but it’s all it cover up for your crush on the boy, from you going to the comic book store to see all of the three friends all today in a window, you’d finally see the beauty in his friend asf well,, you were slowly falling inlove with the two boys without even thinking, but maybe you’ll invite them to your party and pop up with a confession for the both of them.

I CANT JS HAVE ONE—I NEED THEM BOTH.

WARNING !

light-bullying, kissing, body-worship (m!recieving) making out, little touching, two whinny boys, inexperienced/kinda experience, blow-jobs, hand-jobs, breast play(little) whimpering/whining, grinding, polyamorous/threesome, reader in control for a little while, clit sucking, cumplay kinda, f!recieving head as well, just sliding p against v no p in v, deep-throating, sir kink, goddess kink, pleasing kink, praise kink, pet names(reader: pretty girl, baby, goddess | todd: good boy, sweetie, toddy bear | dave: Davey, pretty boy, sweetie)

THIS IS KINDA A 200+ SPECIAL & HAPPY NEW YEARS <;3.

THE SCHOOL DAY WAS PASSING BY QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE LIKE IT WAS RUSHED TODAY, first it was 2nd period, and then the next then, all of a sudden it was lunch.

Maybe it was because you were focusing in class or something, you didn't care or anything you just needed to hand out as many invited to your party coming up this Friday.

Handing out notes and invites left and right in the hallway, you looked up from your locker very quickly only to see your friends coming in your direct, just a couple of girls you talked to here and there, Katie, Emma, and Bree.

"I heard you got a party going on this weekend, what's that about"

You looked at the girl speaking before giving out a cheeky smile, and pulling out 3 invites, "You know I wouldn't forget about you guys right?" you started before letting out a small giggle causing you to feel more eyes on you, "Party on Friday don't forget, show up or be a loser."

The girls laughed at your words before saying a small 'thanks' and giving you side hugs and walking away chatting away, once they were out the way you'd finally seen it, the pair of eyes on you.

A messy curly headed blonde boy, you smiled at him once you and his chocolate eyes locked in with each other causing him to quickly look away exposing his burning red cheeks and ear tips to you,

Causing you to let out a small kitty laugh as you shut your locker door, and walked pass him looking at him once more with that same cheeky smile as early, before quickly fanning your skirt down in the back to get his attention more.

"Todd, are you even listening,?" the dark curly headed boy called out.

"No, not at all,, but did you see that.. she-Y/N, Y/N was totally into me, omg." the boy stuttered among words.

"In your dreams, loverboy." Marty called out slapping the boys shoulder.

"She did, she did.., I swear,, she's into me-she's so pretty,, and such a babe,, and reminds me of a soft little bunny-I do so many-"

"She's not into you, now lets go to lunch."

You were sitting at lunch with your friends, as they started talking about you upcoming party, and how they were going to have plus ones and boyfriends with them.

blah, blah, blah, you weren't even listening until you heard your name getting called out, "Hey Y/N, do you liked anyone?" one asked, the nosy one to be exact.

You looked at them funny, before speaking up, "You guys know I don't, and if I did, y'all would be the first to know, right?'

"Yeah, yeah but-what about do you find anyone cute,, you know?"

You let out a chuckle, before quickly nodding your head 'no'.

You hated lying to them, but you knew if they knew you thought Todd Haynes as cute,, or even any little nerd-geeky boy like Dave Lizewski or anyone who wasn't popular they wouldn't support you.

They wouldn't understand why, they'd think you were crazy, insane.

Quickly, after they started talking about another subject, one was whispering about hooking you up with someone at your own party but you weren't worried about it.. It would have most likely been a quick little hook up for the night, nothing more.

You simply zone out as you watched the cafeteria door, and seen Todd and his two friends walking in right after, he was mumbling about something, it seem like he was trying to get a point out of something, you quickly looked away before your friends can notice and bit onto your fork full of fruits; a grape, strawberry and kiwi.

Fork still in your mouth as you slowly looked back up with a half smile as you seen Todd looking in your direct, you were feeling all bubbly, making your thighs squeeze tightly together as you kissed the fork as it came out your mouth.

Those reddish pink cheeks came back upon his face once again as he did a small smirk before looking down at his feet and back at you.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, as you seen the boys walking out of the cafeteria with their lunch, you quickly followed after once you got out of the loud room calling out, "Uh- Todd, excuse..excuse me?"

"Y/N" He says as he stopped moving at the sound of your voice, as him and all of his friends froze and looked in your direction.

"You're never suppose to make a lady run." you said as your looked down, fixing your skirt once again and readjusting your shirt.

"Uh.. sorry,, if I'd knew you were coming after me, I would have waited."

"No-no, its fine.. I just wanted to give you this-WOAH,, didn't notice you guys were this tall at first.." you said as you looked up at them, with a small chuckle.

Todd seemed like he was calming down but was still surprised, and the other two were in very much shock.

"I.. I wanted to give you this,.. just a second." you dogged into your skirt pocket only for it to be empty, you let out a puff of your breath before smiling once you realized.

You quickly pulled a small paper from your bra and let out a cheeky smile before looking at Todd and handing it towards him, "A party invite, umm,, I'd like you to come."

He looked at you, in your eyes before his dropped down toward your now exposed bra and then at the paper, and coughed,, before excusing himself, "Sorry-sorry, I meant to say thanks you Y/N,, I never even knew you noticed me, or knew my name."

"You're crazy, I've always notice you,, I mean who wouldn't, you're like a big golden bear, can I call you Toddy Bear?" you smiled, once again but it disappeared once you heard the bell ringing, "Oh- no, sorry, I waste you guys lunch time, I'm deeply sorry.. I'll make it up to you guys I promise, Friday come to the party!"

"Did you-did she just gave me an invite from her bra?"

"I don't but that.., That was fucking amazing, I think I'm hard-"

“Wow—She actually talked to us..,, she’s got the hots for you toddy bear.” Marty added.

Before any of the could reply, or respond to your invite you laughed and turn bouncing back into the cafeteria to get you stuff.

Good enough, Friday the day of the party came quickly as can be, you had help from friends setting everything up, drinks, snacks, chips, shortly after.

People were arriving left and right, back to back,, everyone but the person you wanted was there, you didn't trip about it just thought of it as a 'maybe they had some homework or you know nerdy geek stuff to do.' you tried to empty it out of your head by drinking with you friends and playing party games and dancing, but it wasn't working like you wanted to, you had to sit and cool down for a while in your room.

Thinking of what you did, going out of your way to invited someone whose not even popular, a geek,, a literary nerd who you thought liked you, but at this point you were just confused, unfocus, and angry and brokenhearted.

And you even showed out for him, with a big tight hot pink and black cheetah print dress, that showed your bloused and exposed a goof amount of your breast and your legs and thighs.

"Y/N, your missing your own party, what the hell lets go," your best friend called out as she open up your room door and pulled you off of your bed and out of the room.

Next thing you knew, your friend was dragging you down to your basement where people were all bunched up in a circle, and one of the boys with a bottle in their hand smirking at you.

"Who's ready to get the party on!!" The boy chanted as everyone else joined in.

You laughed, with a sigh at the end as you notice the boy you were looking for still wasn't here and looked at your friend behind you who was pout for you to say 'yes'.

You only agreed because it was your party and nobody would want to look sad and alone at their on place.

his their lost.

You took a sit in the center on the circle taking the bottle from the boy with a bubbly giggle coming from your lips as you bend down just a little to place the bottle on the floor, "You,-" you pointed at the boy and let out your signature cheeky smile, "Go first, Tory"

The boy, Tory winked at you as he grabbed ahold of the bottle before twisting it and letting it spin around the room, turning towards everyone and slowly slowing down around the 3 lap in your direction.

You let out a cheeky smile once again as you watched the bottle closely wanting it to stop on you, he was a cute guy what did you expect, he wasn't a curly head like you type of guys you'd normal go for he had a jet black mullet which looked pretty damn good on him.

You smiled as he started crawling towards you and started to crawl with him as well meeting his halfway and looking into his eyes before smirking while your eyes traveled to his lips and let them fall onto yours.

The kiss was a little heated but not much, but you didn't spect Todd and his friend Dave to be at the bottom of the stairs watching you, and the people in the circle around you guys gasping and your friend looking at you in shock.

You shortly pulled away from the boy, as your eyes trailed upon the two boys watching you as your cheeky smile appeared slowly as your walked towards them giggling and full of smiles.

Once you arrived in front of them you let out a breath before wiping your lips letting them watch your lipstick smear on your wrist and onto your cheek just a little, "I thought you guys stood me up."

"Sorry about that, we were.. um, waiting for Marty right?" Todd quickly spoke up as he nudged Dave to help me out.

Dave pushed Todd off of him making you giggle, "Yeah, he ended up billing out because he was on punishment or something."

"Well that's too bad, he's missing out.. How about you guys join in on the game, 'Spin the Bottle'?"

Todd just looked at you and then at Dave once or twice before nodding his head and Dave followed right after, as you twirled around pulling them more into the basement loud room full of teenagers and people drinking, dancing and everything.

As the girls who were gathered in a group called out of you, and gotten your attention you rushed towards them with both of the boys hand in each of yours, Todd on your left with his best bud on the right of you holding onto your hand.

Todd followed after you was your were traveling through the crowd of people, Dave close by him with a smile on his face as he looked at Todd as they shared a look and listenly laughed and blushed together, but snap out of it once they heard their names getting called.

"This is Todd Haynes, and Dave Lizewski, aren't they adorable, they're like two retrievers, a golden one and a Labrador right?" You said with a giggle as you let out of their hands and pointed toward them.

Your friends look at your weird just a bit before, whispering and asking you if your were okay, you brushed them off, "If you going to be lame about it then leave the party.. Last time I checked, Y/N doesn't have to followed you barbie dolls orders."

Todd and Dave laughed behind you, as the girls looked them up and down with disgust and moved to another room, "Your so badass!"

"Thank you, kind sir." you said turning around and smiling at Dave.

"So,, are they're still games being played?"

You smiled at him before grabbing ahold of their hands again causing their heart to rush and bump even faster than before, as you pulled them into a big open spot in the basement, where you had left from to begin with, "Spin the Bottle is still going on, but after, lets play 7 minutes in heaven addition."

You called out to the crowd of people who were now coming back into the room with excitement with them and yelling and chanting.

Finally everyone was settled down, you were across from Dave and Todd next to Troy who quickly sat next to your as you were the first to sit down, Todd and Dave were a little disappoint but ignored it,

The game had be going on for a while now, and about more then half of the people spinned the bottle, and it was Daves turn, but all of his attention was turned to you, as you has Tory on your shoulder touching and and breathing all on your neck as you just giggled in response and made eye contact with Dave as he tried to look away but he just couldn't.

'spin the bottle pretty boy..' you mouthed towards him as he looked at you in shock before grabbing ahold of the bottle and twisting it around the room as it twirled around quickly and fast and slowly and slowly slowed down to the max and stopped spinning of a blonde haired girl, you didn't even remembered her name, Ally or Lily or something like that, you watch as Dave looked in the girl direction, and jealously slowly filled in your veins.

The girl mumbled something under a breath, and laughed while looking in Dave's direction, this pissed you off completely once you seen the disappointment on the boys face, "Your such a pussy"

You stated as you crawled towards Dave and into his lap with a small giggle at his bright red face and smashed your lips onto his, his hand slowly ran upon your thighs brushing his inner thighs before he gripped onto your waist and pulled onto your clothes, caused you to laugh as he slides in tongue into your mouth, you sucked on his tongue for a hot second as you pushed your tongue against his and sucking in all of the air and spit, saliva form his mouth into your as you pushed yourself more on him, more in to him craving, wanting and needing more then every.

You were completely token away by the moment, 'fuckkk-nerds really are the new deal,.. all of this I think I'm gonna-'

You were stopped by yourself needing air, you with almost panting and panicking in his lap as his lips were still on yours, you wanted more, but did you need air more?

Your thoughts were cut off before your on brain took control and placing your hands on his shoulder and pushing him back as you got a big huff of air, and started to pant slowly.

"Jesus Christ.. looks like you missed out what's your face?" you chuckled and gotten off the boy, feeling something but brushing it off, "Anyways, you guys are being pussies about kissing, let start 7 minutes in heaven."

Everyone agree with you quickly, and some disagreed and started to leave, while you just laughed and called them party-poopers and told everyone to get back upstairs to play near a closet, and the rest to out the basement without you with them.

The group of the game players arrived in the living room which was near your hallway closest, which was pretty empty beside the old materials your dad had to keep in there just incase he forget once in a while, but nobody had they'd move it out, or mind so you kept it in its safe place,, you'd asked everyone would they rather pick a name out of a basket or,, just spin the bottle like normal-which is now you would play in general but you didn't think anything of it.

You guys started the game with the bottle, just like original spin the bottle you'd just played, half of everyone had already spin the bottle and went into the closet.

It was mostly girls with their best friend, both coming out of the closet with a hickey which guys thought was 'hot', and jock boys going in with a hot chick which was rare because, it seemed like nobody was getting the people they actually wanted, which had you all giggles and full of laughs as your cheeky smile filled the room.

You'd been watching people get up from their spot and go into the hall and in the closet for like a good 20ish minutes,

Finally it was your turn, you looked around the room for a quick second before looking up at Todd and winking at you, people in the room would say you were enjoying yourself a little to much, but whatever,, its your party anyways.

You kissed the palm of your hand before letting it rest onto the bottle in the center of the floor, and closed your eyes and your hand twisted the bottle and let it spin on repeat, over and over finally opening your eyes as your watch it start to slow down and fall well-spin in the right direction you wanted it in,.

The bottle stopped onto Todd, which made you giggle silently, but were token back as your bottle move again into the middle of Dave and Todd, no in-between, it was literally pointing at Dave and Todd.

You were by surprised, but just laughed it off as everyone started to mumble thing, annoying thing.

"Shut up, shut up.. Jesus." You started, as you crawled up to get a better view of the boy, you let out a soft sight before hiding it with a giggle, and grabbed ahold of both of the boys hands just like before, "I'll take them both, that's fair right?"

You didn't tell anyone get a saying in what you were about to do, so your pushed yourself to your feet, pulling both of them with you, as you sassily walked down the hallway and opened the door for them.

"Oh no-no, ladies first!" Todd stated, bumping Daves shoulder as the other male quickly followed and said at the same time, "Yeah man,, ladies first."

You smiled a little and hopped into the closet first just as Dave came in right after you, and Todd followed by closely and shut the door.

"Soo.." Dave started, looking around the closet trying to get comfortable, "Excuse the messy, this is where my dad leaves his stuff, you know."

"No, no it's perfectly fine, what you mean-the party is find everything is fine." Todd stammer around words while looking down at you, Dave let out a small chuckle, "He means, we're glad you invited us to the party, and called us your friends and let us hangout with you this evening or night or whatever." You smiled at both of their words, before frowning and getting them to ask if you were okay.

"Im good, I just really thought you guys weren't gonna come, but I'm glad you guys did,, but I think the party could be even better for you too..-A pretty boy and a good boy, you know?"

Todd and Dave blushed at your words, but were a little confused.

The two boys looked at each other, a questionable look, as one eyes trailed to you and you looking back up at them with a smile, this smile was with pouty lips and a little bit of teeth.

"I don't think we follow.. Y/N,?" you shushed Dave as you pulled their hand, noticing neither of the let out as y'all gotten into the closet, your pulled their thumbs and put the other into a fist as you opened your mouth widely exposing your wet sloppier mouth to them and slid their thumbs into it, watching the surprise look grow on their face, you smiled as you closed your mouth and started to suck onto both of their thumbs as they watched you closely.

They slowly took advantage and started to thrust their thumbs into your mouth, one poking the gumminess on your right cheek while the other does the same onto your left, thrusting it faster and faster as your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling their thumbs all around your mouth, pushing them farther and farther, until you let out a small gag, "Shit!,,Sorry.. sorry!"

You laughed and pulled their finger out of your mouth left a kiss on the tips of him before pulling them both closer to you, as you finally lashed your lips onto Todds and kissed him lovingly as one hand cupped his face and the other roamed about Daves body and under his shirt flicking his nipples as he let out small tiny whimpers.

You pulled away from Todd with a trail of calls spit mixture together and turned to Dave and kissed him the same way, but he was very much more confident and smooth, his hands with onto your ass and your dress slowly rises up, giving them a good view of your ass, you grabbed ahold of Todds again as you pulled his hand to your neck causing him to leave kisses upon you, and place his hand about your breast.

You were moaning not quite loudly but good enough for just the two boys to heard as they were both trailing kissing on your neck and small hickeys that they were sucking on, you giggle as your felt Todd bite you and Dave lick you, god it was like heaven, your quickly rested your hairs onto their hair brushing it with your fingers as you tugged on it just a little, but enough to make them both groan in pleasure.

As they were still kissing upon your neck you slightly pushed them off and turned making them unzip your dress, and faced them once again as your let it down to the floor, exposing your non-existing bra, and cloudy pink panties, just looking at the sight the boys moaned.

They quickly token of their shirts and shoes and pants, leaving themselves in their boxers before, taking command and connecting their lips to your tits, sucking onto your nipples hard and rough as your were sensitive and whined as the pool between your legs was dripping from your lips, leaving a huge leak from your thighs.

You placed your hands onto their hard member and palmed them though their boxers just a little tease as you felt a hint of their breath on your nipple, you moaned as one groan against you as the other nibbled against ur nipple and sucked it dry.

You moaned at their actions, the lick, sucking all or any kind of motion around your body you let out a sound, you let out a breathless laugh as you finally focused on get their dicks out, wrapping both of your hands around each of their member you started to stroke up and down, on repeat while watching them moan and whine against your chess as you paid close attention with that same cheeky smile.

"Sweeties!-Mmfph~.. Jesus.." you moaned as one of them moved their hand down you body to where you wanted them to be at most, your hand quickly rushed to move your undies out of the way and exposed your dripping cunt, wanting to be touch.

You quickly got a grip onto both of the members and started to stroke them more quicker and faster, Dave was enjoying this a lot, Todd was also, but he was too busy in his own pleasure to notice as he was thrusting into your fist and squeezing and suckling at your nipples and your neck, you smiled as you moaned and whimpers at them.

"Can-can I do something.. like more for you?" the boys stop at your question and pulled away nodding and letting out a simple 'yes'.

You dropped to your knees looking back up at them before squeezing your tits together and stroking Daves dick, before opening your mouth and showing him before placing you mouth onto his tip and sucking it, licking up all of the precum and any substance that was last on his manhood, you deepthroated him as he threw his head back against the wall, groaning and moaning lowly from his embarrassment of you making him feel so good.

You snapped your attention to Todd as you kept on with you head movement as you see the blonde boy watching you slowly and biting his lip,

You smiled at him as your stroke he member for a good second before smash your tits against his long chock and bumped your breast up and down stroking his chock more with you thick and plumed breast, you realized Dave was going to cum pretty soon do to his twitching in your mouth, you howled your checks against his dick stopping all of the movement.

You looked at Dave and gave him a small 'no, not yet' with his tip still in your mouth, you bounced your tits on Todd member quickly, going faster and faster making him grab ahold of Dave hand and squeeze it for dear life, "Please-b-baby,,... GOD!"

"Y/N, Mmm-Y/N-Y/N,, Y/N your like a goddess.. please..nggh!"

You giggle to yourself as your drop your breast from your hand and opened your mouth wide, as your tried and successfully got both of the big fat tips into your mouth, you wrapped your hand around them both and slide your fist up and down quickly, while babbling away, "Cum..cum for me,, can you do that.. Davey~ Toddy Bear."

Just as that was said, they both chanted your name while cumming into your mouth, a full on leak of cum dripping form your lips and rolling down your face, "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-babyyy~ Y/N!"

"Please~~Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-baby--Pretty girl--ohhh!"

You smiled as your sallowed most of the cum before sucking onto both of their dicks and get a few more drops to come out and leak onto your tongue, you giggle sending motion onto their dicks before Dave placed his thumb against your check and swiped up some cum before shoving it back into your mouth, "What a Goddess..,"

"Ours to keep, right?"

You nodded your head against his fingers that were still in your mouth, you whined as he released it from your mouth, leaving you empty and greedy for more.

"She didn't come did she.." Dave asked, as he looked at Todd, who smirked, "Lets make her come."

Todd and Daves eyes grew with lust and harden as they pushed you onto your dads work table thingy, and spread out your legs exposing your greedy, wet, sloppy, and hungry cunt,, "She's gotta cum twice, fuck the timer thingy, I want her cumin on our face and on our chocks."

You giggled bit which caused the boys to smash their faces into your big fat pussy lips, letting their tongue lick all around you as your head fell back and hands reached for this hair as your tugged and pulled on them but nothing worked, you felt more pressure and pleasure as your felt two of each of their fingers spreading your entrance out more and more, you thought you were about to die from having such a good time,

It was like you were getting spilt in half and you couldn't do anything about it, you giggled up a moan and whimpers and whines as your started to thrust your hips into their face wanting more, craving more and greed to having more.

You felt Todd laugh against your clit which caused you to let out a big mouth, "Please!!~~S-sirs!"

They smirked at the word your called them by, before both licking a long strike across your cunt clinking all of the wet pussy juice, and the new substance of your cum as your legs shook

It spilled out of your very quickly as they didn't stop sucking, licking, biting and pleasuring your.

"That was good, very pretty baby." Todd said as he raised up and smiled at you, "Lets have another." Dave quickly added as he kissed. your cheek, and Todd kissed your forehead.

Todd was first to start rubbing his mid-more-than-average size chock between your lips, and Dave followed right after with the same size just a fatter tip, you tend to feel dizzy and start babbling a lot more, you were chock-dunk for them, and they were enjoying it like heaven.

"Ah-look at your Y/N, pretty girl,, pretty, pretty." Dave mumbled in your ear and Todd was kissing down your stomach, they felt you legs shaking again and you body began to move on its own, trying to stop the fiction, and move and pull away but Dave and Todd had a grip on you.

You weren't going anything until they gotten their 2nd orgasm from you, and you knew it.

"Calm down darling, we're just taking care of you like what you did for us,, right Dave?"

Dave nodded as it teased your entrance with his tipped and ran his tip along your clit making you tense up and shake more, Todd spat onto your cunt and began to rub it in with his dick.

Just as your 2nd orgasm came, you cummed so hard it you legged didn't stop shaking, and you were panting heavily, "Such a Good girl, were going to give her a prize back right,,"

Dave and Todd fisted their chocks in their hands and came upon your cunt, covering it in a cozy white substance and smiled at you, before lifting you up between them as they covered you in kissed from you forehead, cheeks neck, breast, stomach and lips, and made sure you were perfectly fine and enjoyed your moment with them.

ANY MISTAKES/MISSPELLS TELL ME.

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xflixer7 · 5 months

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all of my yellowjacket headcannons (so far)

word count is like a trillion ok i’m not counting all this

lottie

she/her transfem! lesbian bottom (try to convince me otherwise)

-schizophrenic

-definitely has some type of ocd

-ptsd

started playing soccer when she was little

will actually go insane is you steal any of her clothes if you look at her she will actually be drooling with heart eyes

this girl is french and is HORRIBLE at it

plays piano

also knows violin because her parents made her take it doesn’t play is anymore though

lottie isn’t jealous but very protective of you

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-phoebe bridgers

-tv girl

-faye webster

-clairo

-#1 laufey fan on the world

unironically knows every katy perry song by heart because she used to be her favorite when she was little

her room is huge

likes putting her hair in pigtails

golden retriever girlfriend she’s so sweet to you and loves to spend time and money on you you guys always stay at her house would literally kiss the ground you walk on if you asked her too:((

also the worst cooker you ever met like how did you fuck up toast why is the smoke alarm going off??

favorite color is blue

lottie definitely has a hairstylist she goes too every month to get permed and there really close i can see her telling them about ALL the school drama

lottie wants write story’s when she’s older maybe romance or mystery idk but i can just imagine her having a typewriter and writing you story’s she has wanted to do it since she was a kid and is very passionate about it:((

what i think her favorite shows are:desperate housewives,american horror story,sailer moon

time burton enthusiast

so scared of horror movie like she will start crying

her favorite characters are:

-emily (corpse bride)

-bree (desperate housewives)

-starfire (teen titans)

always goes on and on about how she’s bubblegum and your marceline she LOVES adventure time

her favorite movie is bridge to terabithia

lotties favorite animal is a bunny and she really wants a pet bunny

BEGS you to give her your bra and your confused but you give it too her and she makes a bracelet out of it and wears it practically every day proudly

also think that lottie is a great artist? like sketching and painting wise

nat

SAY IT WITH ME transmasc! (he/they) definitely bi and a bottom why? because i say so

-depressed

-dyslexic

-ptsd

started playing soccer in middle school

LOVES christmas like has an unhealthy obsession with it

northern italian knows the launage pretty well also a great cook

wants to play electric guitar

his favorite (modern!) singers are

-tyler the creator

-radiohead

-alex g

-motley crue

-is so obsessed with mistki don’t even get me started

randomly painted his room black one day when he was bored

usually prefers his hair down

you give him haircuts he doesn’t trust anyone else someone definitely fucked up his hair once and he never went back

he’s stubborn black cat energy but he can be soft sometimes he hates being vulnerable around you

his favorite color is black or gray

just wants to be famous tbh but he wants to be in a band

what i think his favorite shows are:rick and morty,bojack horseman,shameless

LOVES horror movies and reality tv like 90 day fiancé and the kardashions

also likes claymation

his favorite characters are

-ash (fantastic mr fox)

-sidney (i am not ok with this)

-coraline (coraline)

his favorite movie is little miss sunshine

nat’s favorite animal is a panther he saw one in the jungle book when he was little and just thought it looked cool

always headcannoing characters as trans like finn from adventure time or jeff from clarence he’s so cute:((

nat skateboards too definitely not great at it but does it when he’s bored

jackie

(she/her) is just a bratty pillow princess lesbian you can’t fool me

-adhd asf

-neurodivergent for sure

-ptsd

started playing soccer because she was bored eighth grade tbh i don’t think she likes it as much as the others but she thinks it’s fun

always takes your hoodies fact

this girl is a vegetarian for sure

jackie is greek which is shocking to everyone

jackie is jealous always period

hey gays ass button ups bro

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-ariana grande her fav

-rihanna

-billie eilish

-harry styles

-lana del ray

pretty mainstream music taste

all pink room it’s very like coquette?

ponytail girl but also enjoys her hair down

is obsessed with you like unhealthy obsession always needs to be around you

favorite color is light pink duh

jackie gets perms so she really doesn’t care who does her hair

wants to be a makeup guiro or just stay at home honestly she hates working

what i think her favorite shows are:euphoria, grays anatomy,glee

i think she likes very drama files shows and will rant about tv show characters and there dynamics and why she think that there like that and etc for HOURS

ughhh jackie is such a girls girl like she is the friend who always has your back and has gum or a tampon for you she is the friend who would check you on your period

her favorite characters are:

-maddy (euphoria)

-regina (mean girls)

-amy (gone girl)

her favorite movie is DEFINITELY jennifer’s body

jackie is a cat lover and has 2 i can see her with a orange and a gray cat and they always fight

shauna

DEFINITELY bi (she/her) and i could see her as a switch?

-bipolar

-ptsd

joined soccer with jackie eighth grade

has like thousands of boxers

russian

knows how to play saxophone (she doesn’t even know how she learned she just did) she doesn’t own one though

so jealous but never says anything (this girl cannot communicate to save her life)

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-the cranberries

was so mad when they got popular on tiktok and had to let everyone know they where her fav since day 1 (everyone knew)

-suki waterhouse

-cigarettes after sex

-never got over halsey since 2017

-lady gaga

she honestly doesn’t care how her room looks but it’s never clean

doesn’t do anything with her hair really

writes you notes about how she appreciates you or how much she loves you cause it’s hard for her to tell you how she feels but she loves you so much:((

green is her favorite color

shauna’s hair may seem simple but she’s VERY picky about how it’s cut and is always worried there gonna cut it bad so she gets it cut like twice a year(she always ends up hating it)

she wants to be some sort of doctorate she’s fascinated by the human body so i can see her wanting to be a surgeon

what i think her favorite shows are:good girls, queens gambit,13 reasons why

her favorite characters are:

-velma (chicago)

-cassie (euphoria)

-susanna (girl interrupted)

her favorite movie is chicago (loves musicals)

a simple gal she really likes dogs

taissa

she/her lesbian switch

-ptsd

joined soccer in fifth grade

mixed (duh)

used to be in the marching band

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-bruno mars

(screams when i was your man and grenade in her car way too much)

-frank ocean

-post malone

(also screams his songs in the car)

-has a soft spot for shawn mendas has all of his albums

-really enjoys 60’s music so she really likes elvis

her room is pretty big too not huge on decorating

doesn’t care about hair like at all will wear a headband sometimes

a good girlfriend like if your cold she will give you her jacket type she has a temper never jealous either girlfriend material she’s the type you would want your kid to date y’know?

respectful to adults gets good grades and stuff

her favorite color is brown and everyone is like that’s weird and she is trying to convince them like “no guys it’s pretty hear me ou-“

cuts her own hair thinks it’s overpriced and dumb to have someone professionally do it

tai wants to be something important like president or some shit i can see her being a lawyer

what i think her favorite shows are:the umbrella academy,big mouth,skins

tai only watches skins and euphoria type shows because she loves the drama

her favorite characters:

-hermoine (harry potter)

-patrick (perks of being a wallflower)

-nadine (edge of seventeen)

her favorite movie is the 6th harry potter movie she also thinks it’s the most underrated

she likes tigers

van

she/her and lesbian switch

-anxiety

-ptsd

joined soccer in sixth grade

irish

plays the trumpet but is kinda embarrassed by it

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-nicki manaj

-fiona apple

-tori amos

-girl in red duh

-david bowie

-was ziggy stardust for halloween when she was 8

posters EVERYWHERE can’t convince me her room is not painted red

doesn’t care about hair either puts in a ponytail to keep it out of her face

is a great girlfriend all the same traits as taissa except not the best at school she’s honestly surprised she graduated

favorite color is red

her uncle cuts her hair for like five bucks out of his garage also i definitely think she used to have a bowl cut when she was little

doesn’t really care about money she just wants to be happy wants to own a record store or be a professional soccer player

speaking of records she definitely has a lot of collections like lowkey a hoarder…but her stuff is cool though! like funky pops hat wheels cd’s records etc

what i think her favorite shows are:beavis and butthead, avatar, south park

mostly likes adult animation

her favorite characters are:

-harley (suicide squad)

-ron (harry potter)

-beast boy (teen titans)

her favorite movie is the bee movie or lego batman there cinematic masterpieces

van likes pigeons for not particular reason she just thinks there funny looking

i can see van as a surfer too like her dad definitely is one also i can imagine her being really close with her dad and they have a local family business bakery:((

misty

she/her and idk her position or sexually like i genuinely have no idea

-autistic

-ptsd

always wanted to be on the team but knew she was bad at sports

german definitely

her favorite (modern!) singers are

-boy genius

-the beatles

-justin bieber

-pink

-melanie martenz is her favorite forever

light purple room has justin bieber posters everywhere

lowkey forgets she has hair whenever people comment on it she’s like “oh yeah!”

very obsessive of you and loves you almost too much sometimes you think it’s creepy but than your like “awww she’s so cute”

loves the color yellow

i can see her being a k-pop stan too

(her bias in bts is j-hope)

also is a famous editer on tiktok and no one knows😭her username is like “gxxbflix” or some shit

literally has had one haircut in her life like it never grows?

i see her as a pharmacist

what i think her favorite shows are:walking dead,mlp,monster high

i just think she really enjoys getting into all types of fandoms

has SO many online friends

definitely loves romance anime

plays clarinet

is in band

favorite characters:

-cruella (cruella)

-alice (alice in wonderland)

-edward (edward sciccor hands)

and mistys favorite movie is alice through the looking glass (because it shows the queen of hearts back story and misty loves her)

and misty likes birds duh

those are my headcannons for them i know it’s a lot but i’m obsessed ok send requests if you have any please

-🙈

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #natalie scatorccio #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #taissa turner #van palmer #misty quigley #lottie matthews x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #jackie taylor x reader #shauna shipman x reader #wlw

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bree-cheesy · 8 months

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Another Schlatt piece??? From me??? Who woulda thought??? Not me…

Just in honor of him posting again and his birthday, I’ll bless you guys with my subpar smut writing skills

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You were one of Schlatt’s old friends from New York. You knew him all through school and until he left for Austin. You weren’t best friends, but you guys were friends. You two went to Prom 3 years in a row together as a joke because neither of you could get a date.

You were definitely disappointed when he left New York. You understood his reasons, but after he left, you were kind of just left alone. He kind of became the only person you ever hung out with.

One night, you were in an extremely horny mood and decided to send a video of you playing with yourself to a person you met on a dating app. Unfortunately, it was late and you were a little tired so you accidentally sent it to the wrong person. That person happened to be Schlatt. The very same Schlatt who was visiting his family for the holidays.

You didn’t even realize it until you heard a knock on your front door. Confused on who would be at your house this late at night, you answered it and saw Schlatt standing there, his jaw clenched and his phone in his hand.

Rubbing your eyes, you didn’t even get a word in before he shoved his way inside and showed the video to you. It was like everything in the world stopped.

“Fuck.”

“What the hell is this?”

He looked genuinely angry and you felt your heart sink down to your toes. It was an accident! But, was he really gonna listen to you when you told him that?

“I-It was an accident, Jay, I swear! I meant to send it to someone else!”

A new look formed in his eyes. A look of pure jealousy. He started walking towards you, backing you up against the wall.

“You meant to send it to someone else, huh?”

You nodded, not trusting words to come out of your mouth right. His hand rested on the wall above your head and he looked down at you.

“I feel like that’s a lie.” His voice was ice cold and rough.

You gulped nervously, suddenly enjoying now close he was to you. You never denied that you were attracted to him, but you never acted on it.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing you sent the video to him. He leaned down closer to you and you felt his breath on your lips.

“You like that I got the video, don’t you?”

You nodded and he grinned. Not even a second went by before his lips were on yours. You let out a moan and kissed him back, pulling his hat off so you could tangle your fingers in his hair.

In what felt like seconds (was really like 10 minutes) you were ass up on your bed, his cock plowing in and out of you. His hand pulling your head back so he could kiss you while he fucks hard into your sensitive hole.

Flipping over to ride him, reveling in the little whines he’s letting out, finally having some sense of control over him. Not that it lasted for long, given his hand was around your neck in seconds and he was ramming up into you, hitting that perfect spot inside you.

Ending up with you sitting on his face, moaning and whining as his tongue took you to places beyond Earth. Your mouth around the tip of cock, hand wrapped around the base while massaging his balls with your other hand. Both of you cumming at the same time, him making you a shaking quivering mess on top of him.

Ending with soft kisses from him, and a very effective clean up. He even raided your kitchen for some snacks and drinks when you both went back to the living room to watch a movie.

— Bree <3

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Also, I’m begging y’all to ask me to write stuff 😭 I’m running out of ideas here

#jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt #jschlatt x you #schlatt fluff #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut

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whore-for-chris-evans · 7 months

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Back Rubs

Steve Rogers x female!reader

Warnings: talk of periods, specifically cramps, fluff, slight dirty talk, no smut.

The mattress dipped behind you, and one strong arm wrapped around you from behind. A hand brushed your hair away from your neck before you felt a warm breath on your shoulder.

You sighed, lazy smile on your lips. "Baby, not tonight. Please."

Steve gently tilted your face towards him, blue eyes full of adoration and understanding. "Okay," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. The two of you shifted your positions so that you were on top of him now, your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

You reached out to touch his hand, and he responded by lacing your fingers with his. His other hand constantly brushed up and down your back. You tried to relax, you really did, but the nagging ache in your lower back was proving to be too much. You had taken painkillers, but they did little to ease the discomfort.

"Steve," you said quietly, "are you good at back rubs?"

He frowned a little at the seemingly odd question. "Yeah. Why, you need one?"

You laughed, slightly embarrassed. "I could use one. The cramps are terrible. I don't know if it will help but..." you didn't even get to finish the sentence before Steve jumped into action, making sure you were comfortable lying on your stomach and asking you where it hurt.

He proved to be efficient at it - knuckles and finger tips moving in smooth circles and easing the muscles in your body. You heaved a sigh of relief.

"Feel better?" he chuckled without stopping.

"Oh, much better. I haven't felt this great in ages." You turned slightly to look up at him. "I think that'll do," you said after a while, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he settled back into his previous position and secured you against himself.

"Thank you," you murmured into his chest, then looked up at him, "I love you."

"I love you so much more, sweetheart. I'm happy to help." Another sweet peck to your hairline.

You reached a hand up to his cheek, feeling the slight scratch of his stubble under your fingers. "You haven't shaved in a few days."

"I know," he sighed, absentmindedly rubbing his jawline.

"You could try growing it out."

"I'm sort of obliged to shave. I have an image to keep up," he told you ruefully, "but maybe on our next vacation..."

"Yeah, no, I'm not saying right away, but I am imagining it..." you trailed off.

"And what do you see?" he teased.

You scrunch up your nose in thought. "I see...a very handsome...lumberjack?" you giggled.

"Lumberjack, hmm?"

"You'd make a good one. Look at you. Splitting logs and pussies since the 1940s."

He cocked his head towards you so sharply you almost thought you'd overstepped with that joke. But then he burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he tried to recover. You found tears streaming down your own cheeks as you hid your face in his chest. "That was so terrible. I don't even know where that came from."

Still shaking his head in amusement he rolled over, trapping you under him. "Well, I don't know about wooden logs so far, but..." he winked, his lips melting into yours.

***

I haven't written in ages good lord-

Shoutout to my girls @breethebee7 and @mainly-marvel for inspiring and helping me write this.

Thank god I was in pain yesterday because it sparked the conversation with Bree that gave me this idea.

Constructive criticism is well appreciated ❤️

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#chris evans #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x female!reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #captain america oneshot #captain america x you #marvel #sapphire rogers

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breeistired · 19 days

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Rafe with autistic reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, innocent reader

Tropes: kookxpogue, sunshinexgrumpy

Summary: Reader is autistic.

Bree rants: Hi! So, I am only mildly autistic, so if I get any of this wrong I am deeply sorry. ALSO, if you're reading this, please help me work tumblr, I don't know how to make a taglist or boarders. Thank you- Also my askbox is always opened, so ask me random questions, I am always bored. Before I forget, I AM ADDING THIS TO ALL POSTS, AND IF I FORGET IT @brokenwingsgalore WILL PUT IT IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT, DONT READ IT!!! AND, if you want this to be a full oneshot, please tell me in the comments. I love you and enjoy reading!

(HOW DO I MAKE BOARDERS.)

Rafe! Who found you at his house in his party crying because everything was too loud.

Rafe! Who was about to yell at you but once he looked down, he felt soft and mushy.

Rafe! Who would continue to stare at you while you cry, not knowing what to do.

Rafe! Who finally speaks up and asks you if you need something. You shake your head no and he does not take that lightly. Instead grabbing you some water and sitting beside you.

Rafe! Who eventually finds out its because of how loud everything was and takes you up to his room. Topper whistles thinking Rafes getting lucky. Rafe tells him to shut up and you sit on his bed.

Rafe! Who would calm you down by dimming the lights and covering your ears. He thought this was childish but you seemed to have been calming down.

Rafe! Who would let go of your ears and ask you if you're okay.

Rafe! Who slowly finds out you suffer autism and your friend had brought you here to, "let loose." He would fight the urge to punch whoever that friend was.

Rafe! Who would yell at anybody who even talked near his room so you wouldn't have to panic anymore.

Rafe! Who would spend all night with you, letting you rant about your current hyperfixation just so you didn't have to pay attention to the loud party beneath you two.

Rafe! Who smiles at your little giggles and hand gestures. He hated when people would talk to him, but with you, everything you said sounded so luring. Even though you were talking about sharks.

Rafe! Who would drive you home and get your number.

Rafe! Who becomes obsessed with you after a week of getting to know you. Doing research on autism just so he could help you out like you helped him that night you met, he would've been fucking some girl he didn't like or smoke weed all night. Instead he found you.

Rafe! Who would ask you to be his girlfriend after two weeks.

Rafe! Who buys you anything you hyperfixate on. Legos? He's buying every set and listening you talk about the lego sets. Sharks? He'd buy you a mountain of plushies. Anything your autism liked for a few months or weeks, he would buy.

Rafe! Who never forced you to come to crowded places with. And if you do, he brings noise cancelling headphones or something for you to fidget with.

Rafe! Who practically almost murders anybody who says your too weird or something about your mental health.

Rafe! Who makes sure you eat all your meals, even if its krafts mac and cheese for the 5th time today.

Rafe! Who lets you sleep with him but gets annoyed when you have to put one of your shark plushies between you two. Though he would never tell you he was annoyed.

Rafe! Who ends up telling Barry random facts about the new movie you're obsessed with because that's all you talk about.

Rafe! Who loves you to death despite everything. He loves you and your hyperfixations. (maybe not the shark plushies though)

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moonmeg · 6 months

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Layout for next comic done, head empty only Breeil scenario once again - this time not in comic form!

TW// body insecurity (negativity), implied eating disorder

"Bree, what's the matter?"

"Look at me!", she freed herself from his arms, "Look at my chest, my arms, my legs, my stomach! How can ye think I'm pretty when I'm not as thin as I used to be?! How can ye love me when I look like this?!"

Neil stared at her. He didn't understand what she meant, where this was coming from. He never gave her reason to doubt his adoration for her - so he thought at least. Breena kept avoiding his eyes and quickly turned her back to him, hiding herself and her body from the man she loved. The thought that he will leave her now that her body is so different tortured her. She didn't want him to leave. Neil was the best thing to happen to her...

"Bree, you are beautiful to me. And I mean that wi' all my heart. A few additional pounds willna change that. Especially not because that's more than natural in yer circumstances."

"My circumstances?", she turned her head in his direction slightly.

"Aye, yer pregnancy. Ye're growing a person inside o' ya, love. Of course yer body is changing."

He slowly closed the gap between them and gently brushed a red curl out of her face. He examined her face and noticed her quivering lip and her still avoiding eyes becoming glassy. It's rare he saw his wife so upset and vulnerable. He knew a pregnancy had its impact on the becoming mother's emotionality but something told him there was more to Breena's feelings.

"I'm just wondering, where ye get the idea from that I only love ye when ye're thin? Did I make ye feel like that?", he traced his thumb down her cheek. His voice calm and soft.

"It's not you."

...

"Was it them?"

She closed her eyes and the longer she thought about "them" the more her brows furrowed above her red-brown lashes. "Them" referred to the people that Breena was raised by. She didn't think they were worth the title of "parents". Parents are loving, they're caring and they'd never cause their child to run away from home with 16 because it's become unbearable to live with them. To Breena those two people she had to live with were but merely her creators. That was also what she referred to them as whenever they still influenced her life... like now.

"Titan...", Neil sighed, knowing that he found the reason behind his wife's behavior. Breena's creators barely were a topic in their conversations or a part of their life but whenever they did come up, it was never in good context. "What did they tell you?"

She glanced at her husband. It wasn't long but Neil was happy she had met his eyes finally even if just for a second. It meant she was willing to open up about it to him and she was building up strength to reopen a part from that chapter of her life that she actually long had closed and desperately wanted to seal and lock away. It was hard for her. He knew that.

Caressing his palms over her arms until he reached her hands and curling his fingers around them, he let her take her time. His thumb carefully ran across her knuckles - back and forth. It was his way of reassuring her. He's here. He's listening. She has all his attention. She's not alone.

Breena squeezed his hand as she took a breath. She hated that she troubled him with her problems of the past. She learned to keep her frustration to herself and in fear of bothering people dear to her never let them out. Communication never worked in her home, why should it work outside of it? Of course, Breena never would've bothered her friends nor is she bothering Neil or her newly found family-in-law with her feelings. But unfortunately old habits break hard.

"Ever since I was a lass, no older than 6, I was told that my appearance is the most important thing I have to offer. If I'm not pretty and a certain weight, I dinna deserve affection or... love. Nobody wants me if I'm not thin. Nobody would think me worthy. If I'm not in the image of my creators, I'll be lonely til my last days. So I...", she paused, taking a shaky breath, "...I always tried to fit in that expectation. Whenever I didna fit it, I was called worthless, ugly and denied food. Whenever I did fit, I was praised... at least one thing I did right."

"Oh, mo gaol...", Neil whispered, "I'm so sorry."

He squeezes her trembling hand tightly. That was the reason behind her eating habits, he finally figured. She barely ate, only small portions if any at all, and his mother and himself were always trying to get her to eat more but without much success. With the pregnancy she had started eating more at last but she always felt bad afterwards and apologized for eating so much and would deny herself food "to make up for it". He had theorized there was a reason to it but he never wanted to push her to talk about it.

"They're so wrong.", he cupped her face and leaned his forehead on hers, "Ye're worthy of love no matter what yer body looks like and no matter what ye weigh. I love you regardless. I always will."

"Ye will?", she hicced.

"Aye. I asked ye to marry me because I dinna want to live a life wi'out ye. Bree, ye are so much more than yer looks. I'm sorry yer creators told you such terrible lies and treated ye so horribly. I only wish we had met sooner so that I could've proven them wrong and given you the love and affection that ye deserve earlier."

Breena sniffed as his thumbs caught her tears. She buried her face in his palm and gave her emotions uncontrolled freedom. Sobbing she threw herself onto her husband's chest, clenching his shirt. Instinctively, Neil wrapped his arms around her back, securing her in that position.

"Neil, I-"

"Shh. There's nothing more for you to say.", he turned his face to press a kiss to her temple. He held her for a while, let her cry, comforted her by brushing through her curls. "I can only imagine how difficult it must've been for ye and how difficult it still is but... if I may, and if ye want to, I will do everything in my power to help ye heal. I'm here."

She pulled away from his chest to look at him. Cracking a smile she was the one to cup his face now. "I am so lucky and thankful to have ye."

"Aye.", he smiled back adoringly, "And I'm afraid ye're stuck wi' me 'until death do us part'."

Breena chuckled at him quoting their vows. She brushed a brown lock behind his ear before she met his golden eyes once again, gazing at her as if she was a deity and the only thing he cared about. She never knew what love really felt like but when Neil was with her, looking at her, wrapping her tightly in his arms, kissing her and smiling at her, she was sure to have found it. And she was willing to allow him to help her actually heal and actually, at last, close the chapter of her past.

"I can live wi' that."

#breena bower #neil bower #toh ocs #tdaac #not main story related #tw: body insecurity #tw: eating disorder

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juceynightmare · 11 months

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run away with me (18+) - mjf songfic oneshot

my masterlist

mjf masterlist

pairing(s): mjf x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, some time skipping, never forget that max is a choir kid, unprotected sex, no beta we die like men, soft!max because he’s so in love

genre(s): fluff, angst, established relationship, very little smut

summary: reader is going across the country for college while max is staying home to pursue his wrestling career. on their last night together alone, reader asks max to sing to her. she reminisces on the entirety of their relationship throughout high school while max wishes that she really would just run away with him.

word count: 9,036

song: run away with me by kait kerrigan and bree lowdermilk as performed by jeremy jordan

let me catch my breath

this is really hard

the karaoke track’s backing piano played over his phone speaker, as max stood at the foot of the bed. he had y/n’s phone in his hand with the lyrics to the song pulled up in case he forgot out of nerves, of course, that’d be impossible considering max knew this song by heart. he was stood in front of her in only a pair of boxers and his hair still damp from the shower they had just taken together. she sat at the edge of the bed, facing him with only his shirt on and her underwear. countless hickeys littered their necks, and for max, there were many more across his chest.

this wasn’t the first time that max had come over to sleep over at her house, but it was the first time both of their parents allowed them to have the door closed when the two were in there, as well as allowing max to sleep in the same bed as y/n for the night.

if i start to look like i’m

sweating, well

it’s ‘cause i am

y/n wished she had her phone just so she could record this moment - the last time for a long while until she would be able to hear max sing to her in person again. she loves his voice, has been in love with his voice ever since she first heard him sing at that choir concert her friends dragged her to freshman year because “the choir here is good!” and max just so happened to have a solo that night. his song of choice for their last night together had only reminded her of the beginnings of their relationship and the way she was thankful to still be with her high school sweetheart - even if they were about to be separated by distance.

i’m not good with words

but that’s nothing new

she remembers the first actual conversation she had with max. she knew of him before the choir concert, they had gone to middle school together and sat next to each other in english class their freshman year. because of their seating arrangement, the two would make small talk during partner work. it wouldn’t be until after the choir concert that y/n would spark up an actual conversation with max the next time she saw him in class.

“didn’t know you could sing so well, max. i’m happy i got dragged to the choir concert, otherwise i would have never known that my english partner is such an amazing singer.” she said in greeting, taking her seat beside him and taking out her binder.

max simply stared at her, his eyes wide in shock that she had actually greeted him with something other than a simple “hey max.” he had found the girl pretty, but with their limited interactions and the way y/n would immediately run off after class because she’d have to make it across campus in the 8 minute passing period, max never found the perfect moment to talk to her.

“can i get your number?” max blurted out in response, a light pink rising to her cheeks. it was y/n’s turn to stare at max with wide eyes, feeling her own face heat up.

she smiled, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she giggled - a habit she had that max would soon learn in the weeks to come. she took out her phone and slid it to him under the desk just as the bell rang to announce that class had started.

“i was expecting a ‘thank you’, maxwell.” she teased, crossing her arms over her desk once she felt max take her phone.

she felt max drop her phone back into her lap, and he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for her to hear him, “sorry, i lose my ability to speak english when a pretty girl compliments me.”

she smiled at his words, keeping her gaze trained on her teacher who began the class as she reached for her phone in her lap and slipped it back into her pocket. she certainly wasn’t expecting max to flirt with her, considering they would only ever talk about their assigned readings.

but y/n certainly wasn’t complaining either.

still i have to try to explain

what i want to do

with you

y/n closed her locker after putting away the binders and textbooks she wouldn’t need to bring home that day. she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, expecting to see max. well, she did see max, it just wasn’t her max.

caster smiled at y/n, and said, “max is in the choir room already. he skipped seventh hour.”

that’d certainly explain max’s absence, but y/n was visibly upset that max hadn’t waited for her to walk him to the choir room. ever since they exchanged numbers, max and y/n texted and called nonstop if they weren’t talking to each other in english class, hanging out at lunch, or y/n was walking him to the choir room after school for max’s musical rehearsal before she’d head home.

it was the way max would go out of his way to walk her to class between classes just so they could see each other and talk that made y/n realize that max was attractive to her: physically and emotionally. it wouldn’t be until one day that max would text her in the morning that he was sick and wouldn’t be at school that day that y/n realized how much she missed max’s presence. that was also the day that she realized that she most definitely had developed a crush on max.

“don’t be so sad now, y/n. he sent me here to get you.” caster said, laughing at the way confusion had spread across y/n’s face. “now put this on.” he thrusted a blindfold into her hands, and y/n simply stared down at the fabric.

“did he send you here to kidnap me?” she asked, looking back up at caster.

“actually, yes.” caster mused, taking the blindfold from her when he realized she wasn’t going to put it on. he pulled it over her eyes for her, and before she could protest, caster pulled her backpack off of her and slung one strap over his shoulder.

“hey! that’s my- max!” she screamed in shock once she felt caster’s arms wrap around her legs and he lifted her off the ground. she laughed as caster slung her over his shoulder, her arms instinctively wrapping around his midsection as she felt him run out of the hall and towards what she could only assume to be the choir room.

eventually, she was set down and y/n could just feel the way there were multiple pairs of eyes fixed on her. caster pulled the blindfold off of y/n, and when her eyes adjusted to the dark room, the lights were suddenly turned on. she gasped at the sight in front of her, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tried to process everything happening in front of her.

the same song max had sang at that choir concert was playing on the speakers, and a road of rose petals was laid out in front of her. on each side of the rose petal road, there stood max’s choir friends holding out a rose for her to take, and at the very end of the path stood max, dressed in a suit and a stupidly wide, but nervous, smile plastered on his face.

caster nudged y/n forward, and she stumbled a bit before she walked through the path and collected the roses from each person until she finally made it up to max. he stopped her in place about three feet away from him by holding his hand.

she hadn’t even noticed he was holding a sign behind his back, still in shock at the entire display that she had found herself walking into. max held up the sign for her to read while caster appeared beside him and held out a sharpie to her.

“y/n, would you run away with me to homecoming as my girlfriend?” y/n read the sign out loud, tears welling in her eyes as she met max’s gaze.

she took the sharpie from caster’s hand, walking up to max and checking off the “yes” box while the people in the room whooped and hollered for max.

he held the sign out for caster to take so he could wrap his arms around y/n, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. he felt her body shake, and max could hear the faint sound of her crying over the sounds of everyone cheering for them.

“why are you crying, baby?” max asked as he pulled away from the hug to cup y/n’s face in his hands. he liked the way it felt to call y/n baby, and the way it felt to hold her face in his hands as he wiped away her tears with his thumb.

she smiled up at him through her tears, one that sent max’s head reeling and his heart flipping in his chest.

“i’m just so happy. i had no idea you even had a crush on me, and now you’re my boyfriend and my homecoming date?” she admitted, happy tears still falling from her eyes despite max’s best efforts to wipe them away. y/n could feel the way her heart had began to beat rapidly as if she had just ran a marathon, all because max had pulled off this grand gesture just to ask her out and called her baby. the feeling of his hands on her skin had only sent electric shocks through her, and y/n finally recognized how deep her feelings for max truly ran - even if they were only freshmen in high school.

“i had a feeling you liked me too. so instead of cutting around the whole talking stage bullshit, i listened to my gut and decided to just ask you out.” max admitted, his smile mirroring her own. “my gut’s never wrong, and now i have a bomb-ass girlfriend.” he laughed.

she stayed behind that day to watch max during his rehearsal, texting a photo of the sign max had made her to her parents and instantly being met with a “does this boyfriend of yours want to come over for dinner tonight?” from them.

with you

run away with me

they wouldn’t kiss until their first anniversary. before then, it was just hand holding and innocent kisses on the back of the hand, forehead, cheek, anywhere but the lips. they were both too shy and too scared to fuck up their first kiss. their anniversary fell on a saturday that year, which meant that they had the entire day together and max had gotten permission to sleep over at y/n’s house that night. of course, with the rule being that max would sleep out on the couch and when they were in y/n’s room, they’d leave the door wide open.

they had let their parents know immediately of their new relationship, and although their parents weren’t exactly too accepting to begin with - when y/n and max hit the sixth month mark of their relationship, their parents realized that this was more than just your average high school fling. since then, they would regularly have dinner at each others houses at least once a week, and both families loved them.

they were also relieved to know that max and y/n hadn’t even kissed yet - which meant that their little babies were still innocent.

until that day, of course.

max and y/n were laying down beside each other in her bed watching the hamilton musical. max had his arm slung around y/n’s shoulders with the girl laying on her side resting her head against max’s chest with one arm wrapped around his midsection.

despite the two have never kissing in the entire year of their relationship, the two loved their share of physical touch. they were definitely the hallway couple of the school, always seen with max’s arm slung over her shoulders or waist, with y/n’s arm looped through his, them just holding hands, or hugging each other for far too long whenever max would drop her off at class before running to his own.

y/n smiled in amusement at the thought, and she unconsciously began to rub the palm of her hand over max’s abs. max was buffer than he was their freshman year. the sophomore boy having picked up an interest in bodybuilding and hitting the gym every night.

“i could take off my shirt right now if you wanted to feel up on my abs without the fabric.” max teased her, catching her in the act of feeling his abs through the fabric of his shirt. she felt her face heat up and she pushed herself up off of him so she could turn to look at him.

max had also gained quite an ego ever since he started his bodybuilding journey. and although y/n loved having such a buff, hot boyfriend. she sometimes missed the shy boy that had asked for her phone number because he didn’t know how to say “thank you” to a compliment.

but when she saw the blush and shy smile that had appeared on max’s face because she had just been feeling up on him, she knew that deep down, that same shy boy that forgot how to speak english properly whenever she was around was still in there.

so, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his before pulling away quickly. it hadn’t even been for a second and would definitely be considered a peck. before she knew it, max’s hand had found the back of her neck and he was pulling her in for another kiss.

“fucking finally.” he whispered against her lips, a smile pulling on his lips as he kissed her tenderly.

max and y/n finally understood what people meant by feeling fireworks when they kissed someone they had a connection with. after all, they both felt fireworks that tingled all the way down to the ends of their fingers and their toes as they kissed each other.

a cough from the doorway had the two pulling away from each other. y/n instantly shoved her face into max’s chest and she didn’t need to even look to know that max’s face was probably as beet red as hers was.

“hey mama.” max greeted y/n’s mom, his voice cracking and causing max to have to clear his throat afterwards. he wrapped his arms back around y/n’s frame, who tried to further bury herself in max’s chest.

“i’m just going to leave these right here.” y/n’s mom said, amusement laced so heavily in her tone as she set down two plates of food on y/n’s desk. “you’re so lucky it’s me and not pops.” she laughed, clearly having fun with teasing the two teens, although she could only see max’s reaction. “don’t forget we’re just down the hall. also, turn down the tv. i need to be able to make sure nothing else is going on in here without having to walk in and see something else i don’t need to be seeing.” she told them, before turning and leaving the room.

“is she gone?” y/n mumbled, her voice muffled.

max grabbed the remote and turned down the tv volume, not wanting to get on y/n’s mom’s bad side. “yeah, she is.” he told her, smiling down at y/n once she lifted her head from his chest. max pushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, leaning down and pressing a soft, quick kiss to her lips before relaxing back against her bed. “we should just run away together. maybe then we’ll get to kiss more with the door closed.” he hummed.

y/n slapped his chest playfully and whispered, afraid that her parents might hear her, “what’s stopping us from kissing with the door open?”

that was enough for max to turn the volume back up on the tv and flip them over so that y/n was laying under him. between fits of giggles and laughter, max and y/n kissed each other until they heard the sound of her parents down the hall making their way to y/n’s room to let max know it was time to go to sleep on the couch.

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

we can make our lives on the go

run away with me

the first time they said “i love you” to each other was during their junior year.

it wasn’t a grand gesture like the way max had asked her out. it wasn’t cute and embarrassing like the first time they kissed. and it wasn’t as intimate as the first time they explored each other’s bodies at max’s house when his parents weren’t home.

no. instead it was sad, full of tears, and in the backseat of max’s car.

max was sitting down with his back pressed against the door and his legs stretched out against the backseat with tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. in his arms, y/n laid down on top of him with her head shoved in the crook of his neck as she cried softly.

naomi. the name of the girl who had befriended max in their elementary years and had been close to him up until now. she hadn’t ever been fond of y/n, but max never cared to find out why - even if naomi had dubbed herself as “max’s best friend” which max clearly didn’t agree with.

she is also the same girl who, that very morning, had forwarded y/n photos of max supposedly kissing another girl at a party that past weekend. a party that y/n knew max had gone to because he had told her.

y/n confronted max and before she knew it, max was already driving to her house to pick her up and demand that she show him the photos.

he hadn’t kissed another girl - didn’t even think anyone else could ever compare to y/n. and clearly, y/n thought he was lying to her.

ever since max had joined the football team, he had been surrounded by hot, young cheerleaders who would ask him for pictures because max was, in fact, one of the only good players on the team that was attractive. he hadn’t noticed how the extra attention from other girls had affected y/n, considering that max would always go to her immediately after and greet her with a kiss and she seemed fine.

but he couldn’t have been more wrong. especially since y/n had weakly beat at his chest while crying and yelling at him that if he wanted a hotter, younger, cheerleader girlfriend that all he had to do was break up with her instead of cheating on her at a party.

he assured her he didn’t cheat on her. that was the first thing max made sure to get through to y/n’s head. after all, max isn’t a brainless asshole who would purposely hurt the one girl who had seen him grow from a small, shy boy to a big, (admittedly) egotistical man and still wanted to be his girlfriend through it all.

he loves her. he’s known that fact for a long while now but had never voiced it. and max would never, ever cheat on the one girl who he loves with his entire being.

so, after finally convincing y/n to get in the car and driving off to their spot - a parking lot off the side of the hill that gave them a perfect view of the city - max called up naomi and pretended to be thankful for her just to prove that naomi photoshopped an image with her goddess-like photoshop skills for… well he didn’t know what reason but they’d find that out soon.

and it worked perfectly.

after naomi had admitted to photoshopping the image to send to y/n because she didn’t think y/n deserved max for reasons like “you’re clearly ashamed of her, you don’t post her ever on your social media.” and “you guys don’t even look good together. you and i look amazing though”, max had snapped and told naomi to go back to giving 10 cent blowjobs on the street because she would never be able to give him one with how ugly her personality was.

after proving that max was set up and naomi had ill-intentions, max immediately tackled on the next worrying thoughts that had plagued y/n’s mind.

it was then that y/n let him know how insecure she’s been feeling, and had even began to cry in front of max. he pulled her close to him and held her as she cried, holding her face to the crook of his neck so that she wouldn’t see the way that max had also began to cry at her words.

he felt ugly. how could he not have realized how insecure his girl has been feeling? they’ve been together for over two years now, and max thought that he could read every little thing that had passed through y/n’s mind at that point.

hearing her cry into his neck and feeling her body shake with each sob had max’s heart breaking in his chest. he had made her cry before, but never like this. it was never a sad cry, and max never wants to be the reason why she’s having a sad cry.

“and then the photo being sent to me just fucking tipped me over. i know now it’s fake and this naomi bitch is a skank, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m so fucking hurt by it because one day, it could be a reality. one day you’re going to wake up and realize that there’s someone better than me that wants you, and you’re gonna leave me for her.” she cried through labored breaths. y/n wasn’t one to swear, but the fact that she was swearing in that moment let max know that she’s been bottling up her emotions for far too long now.

it was enough to make max’s heart break.

“i love you.” max cried, tightening his grip around the girl as he pulled her closer to him. “i fucking love you, y/n. you are my girlfriend. you’re the best there ever is and ever will be, and i know that. i don’t need someone who’s hotter or younger or whatever the fuck you think is attractive to me. because the fact of the matter is, i’m so in love with you, y/n. and i’m sorry i never realized how much you were hurting all alone.” he was full on sobbing in that moment, and y/n had raised her head so that they could look at each other eye-to-eye.

she could see how much max regretted not realizing how insecure she’s been. she could feel the way her heart yearned to pick up the pieces of max’s heart that she could tell was hurting just as much as hers. above all, she could feel the way that max had truly meant his words. he loves her, and she loves him.

she raised her hands to cup max’s face, and a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. “i should have told you sooner.” she whispered, wiping away at max’s tears with her thumbs as he raised his hands to do the same to her.

“it’s okay. i know now which is better than finding out too late.” he whispered, leaning forward so that he could press his forehead against hers. “i never want to make you feel like that ever again, even if i didn’t mean to make you feel insecure about yourself.”

“can you say the thing again? what you said earlier.” she asked softly, finally having calmed down as her tears had stopped welling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

“i love you.” max replied without missing a beat. “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” he repeated over and over again as if it were a mantra, until y/n leaned in and kissed him.

they kissed as if they were feeding off of each other, the taste of their salty tears mixed with desire filled their mouths, and eventually pulled away with their breathing labored. “i love you, too.” y/n replied. “have been in love with you long before i could put a name to the feeling.” she admitted.

max stared at her, wide eyed and his heart leaping in his chest. he pushed her down against the back seat, spreading her legs with his hands and kneeling down between them. he leaned over her, his face level with hers as he said, “no one’s better than you, and you know it.”

he leaned down to repeatedly kiss her. the kisses started off innocent, with max and y/n whispering that they love each other between each kiss. they’d deepen with each passing moment, until eventually max whispered, “let me show you how much i love you, y/n. let me make love to you. i’m not gonna fuck you, i’m going to make love to you.”

y/n had her arms wrapped around his neck and she stared up at max through her now-puffy eyes. “condom?” she questioned, knowing that her and max have only ever done it in their own rooms and not anything like this. but somehow, the fact that they were in a public parking lot in max’s car in the afternoon with the sun still high in the sky hadn’t mattered to her.

“i’ll buy you plan b.” he promised, and max watched as the gears in y/n’s head physically began to turn.

“i love you, maxwell.” she whispered.

“i love you, y/n.” max replied in a whisper of his own before planting his lips on y/n’s and drowning her in all of his emotions to reassure her that his entire being was made to love her indefinitely.

texas in the summer is cool

we’ll be “on the road” like jack kerouac, looking back

y/n, you’re ready, let’s go

anywhere

get the car packed and throw me the key

run away with me

she felt max’s hand on her cheek as he changed the lyrics to fit y/n’s name in the song. she looked up at him, feeling his thumb swipe across her cheek to wipe away a tear that she hadn’t even known had fallen from her eyes. max’s own tears had began to roll down his face, and she knew then that it was going to be much harder than they had previously thought to start being a long distance couple.

with max’s guidance, she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he arms found their place wrapped around her waist. max swayed them back and forth as he continued to sing to her, his gaze trained on hers as he let her know that it truly wasn’t too late for her to run away with max if she wanted to.

she turned her head towards max’s hand and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. a silent “i wish i could” hanging in the air like it always does.

y/n i know it’s fast

i’m in love with you

y/n, it’s crazy, but y/n, i’m crazier for you

i have these plans, y/n, i have these plans

of a house that we build on the bay when we run away

there were no miscommunications after that afternoon in max’s car. the two were so transparent to each other that letting the other person know whenever they were feeling insecure, angry, or happy about something came to be second nature. their friends would call them an old, married couple while their both of their sets of parents would joke that y/n and max have been married longer than they have.

especially since both parents had noticed how narcissistic max had become as he seemed to only grow bigger and bigger with each day he came back from the gym. he had also began training at create a pro wrestling academy with his wrestling persona being an exaggerated version of himself. through it all, max had always seemed to revert back to his humble self whenever he was around y/n, and his parents were happy that he seemed to spend every waking moment with y/n if he wasn’t working out or training to become a wrestler. they were sure they’d end up having the cops called on them if they had to deal with max’s mjf persona at home.

so it’d become a point where max would show up at y/n’s house right after wrestling so he could calm himself down in y/n’s presence and have her tend to whatever bruises were blossoming on his body. he’d even had his own shower necessities in her bathroom, although y/n’s parents made sure that the two were not showering together whenever max would come home.

y/n sat in max’s lap with the boy’s arms wrapped around her midsection to hold her in place while she’d have her arms draped over his shoulders. max had his face shoved into the crook of her neck, and he didn’t need to lift his head to know that she was definitely a blushing mess in his lap. max hadn’t even waited to pull on clothes over his boxers as soon as he got out of the shower and made his way to her room. he didn’t have the energy to pull on his clothes besides his boxers, and simply wanted to hold his girl in his arms and recharge.

it had been a rough day today, from him definitely failing his math test, to forgetting to turn in his essay the night prior and getting chewed up by his teacher, and then going off to his wrestling class where the boy wasn’t in the right headspace to execute simple moves, so he’d end up taking more bumps than the others that day. his promo skills had been exceptional that day though, that was the only thing he had going for him. that and the fact that when he came by y/n’s house to calm down and shower, he had been greeted with a kiss at the door.

he let out a loud sigh and felt y/n’s hand massaging his scalp gently. “rough day, baby?” y/n asked softly, deciding now was the time to speak after she and max had been silent for the past 30 minutes since max had arrived at her house.

“you have no idea. you already know about the school stuff but i couldn’t fucking do a single thing in the ring today. i kept fucking up. at least i’m the fucking greatest on the mic, that was the only thing i could only do correctly today.” he mumbled, pulling his head away from her neck so he could look her in the eyes. y/n cupped his face in her hands, leaning in to peck max’s lips gently.

“at least you channeled your anger into your angry little chihuahua wrestling persona.” she teased lightheartedly, earning a wide smile from her boyfriend.

“not a chihuahua. at least call me a pit bull or something.” max muttered in response, leaning in to press another kiss to y/n’s lips. “i just can’t wait ‘til we’re out of here. when you get your degree and start being my pretty girl who can officially nurse me back to health after i defend my world championship belt in some gruesome match.” he mumbled against her lips, pulling away when he felt y/n playfully hit his chest.

“you and your fantasies.” she mused with a laugh, wrapping her arms back around max’s neck. “and what about where we’ll be living, hm? i was thinking somewhere near the water.” y/n asked, letting her own fantasies known.

“build a house on the bay, baby.” max answered, as if it was obvious. “offer still stands to run away with me. this time, i have a car.”

y/n laughed, pressing a kiss to max’s forehead as she replied, “even if you didn’t have a car, i’d run to the ends of the earth with you.”

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

we can make our lives on the go

run away with me

she didn’t realize how much taller and bigger max had grown until she found their first photo together thanks to her snapchat memories.

they usually sat together at lunch in the choir room, off in their own little corner on the floor where they’d watch videos on max’s phone while they ate. but this time, max was standing around the piano with the rest of the boys in his section so they could work out a piece of a song that they’d been fucking up on.

it was something y/n got used to whenever the choir concert would be nearing, after all, she has been dating max throughout their entire high school career. with their third anniversary coming up, she was scrolling through her snapchat memories for any photos she could post of them until she landed on their very first photo together.

it was taken after max had asked her out. y/n was puffy-eyed from crying out of happiness while max had a cheeky grin wide on his face. the photo was right outside of the choir room. max had his arm slung around her shoulders with her tucked into his side and she had her arms wrapped around his waist as she smiled widely at the camera.

it was the fact that her and max were the same height at the time that caught her eye. also, how small and skinny max used to be. y/n had forgotten how small and lanky max used to be, considering the boy had hit a major growth spurt going into their sophomore year.

she was giggling at the photo when max returned.

“how the fuck did i get you to say yes to being my girlfriend? i look like a stick.” max said as he sat down beside her, his arm snaking around her waist to pull her in while he rested his chin atop her shoulder.

she laughed at his words, draping an arm over his legs as she leaned into him. yeah, they were that couple in high school who didn’t give a damn about pda, and it had only gotten worse over the years as max became more confident and wanted to let everyone know that he was, in fact, taken. “what do you mean? you’re so cute, of course i’d say yes. look, future investment anyway. you instantly hit your growth spurt after we started dating and now you just look like a full grown man with your big muscles.” she said with a laugh.

“yeah but look at you. completely out of my league, and you still are. i don’t know how i got so lucky.” max said, wrapping his other arm around her waist to pull her in even closer. “i’m so tired. how much longer until lunch is over?”

she checked the time on her phone. “like 25 minutes.” she hummed, as she felt max nod his head. he pulled away from her and moved so he could lay down on the floor with his head in her lap. he turned so he was laying on his side and facing her body.

“wake me up so i can walk you to class, okay?” he asked, pressing his face into her lower stomach and shutting his eyes.

she gently ran her fingers through his hair, messaging his scalp as she laughed, “not so you can go to class, but so you can walk me to my class.” y/n felt max nod in against her stomach. “alright, nap well. i’m going back to looking at photos of us.”

it was then that she found a video of max singing at that first choir concert she had gone to, and she gasped realizing that she had forgotten that she had recorded his solo. “oh my god, babe! look it’s you singing our song before we even were friends.” she laughed, as max turned his head upwards.

y/n held the phone over his face so he could see the video, watching the way his face contorted. “god, i can’t believe i managed to win you over with my voice cracking like that.” he mumbled, turning back to face her stomach and shutting his eyes. “it was just another song back then, but now i’ve got a girl that i really wish would run away with me.” he mumbled against her stomach.

no matter how many times max would say it, y/n would still get butterflies in her stomach.

alabama heat? sign me up

we’ll be on the road like some country song

won’t be long

y/n, you’re ready

let’s go anywhere

get the car packed and throw me the key

run away with me

senioritis hit max harder than it had hit y/n, but that may be because max just had so much more going on. they were sitting in max’s room, both of them finally finished with their homework. much like the rules at y/n’s house, max’s parents made sure that max’s door was wide open whenever he and y/n were in the room. the only difference being that whenever y/n slept over, she’d get max’s bed and max slept out in the living room.

he swore his parents liked her more than they liked him, but he didn’t mind that. after all, there was no one better than y/n in this universe.

max had a lot of catching up to do with his work, but he was thankful he has y/n. if she wasn’t there, he was certain he’d end up laying on his stomach in bed with his phone in his hand instead. when he finally finished, he turned around in his seat to find y/n already asleep in his sheets.

he didn’t know how she was sleeping with two blankets piled on top of her. his room was already hot enough even with the fan on and max was absolutely sweating his ass off. then again, max had made sure that the fan was facing the bed where y/n was doing her work instead of facing towards him.

he pulled his headphones off of him and walked over to the bed. he was about to slide into the space beside her for a much needed nap when a knock against the wall caught his attention.

he saw his mom at the doorway, smiling sheepishly at him as if she’d interrupted an intimate moment. “dinner’s ready, wake her up and come downstairs.” she told him before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

so much for napping. max thought to himself as he leaned down over y/n’s frame. he supported himself on his hands as he pulled the blanket away from her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. “baby.” he whispered, cupping her cheek in his hand and gently lifting her face so he could peck her lips. “wake up, baby.” he continued to whisper between kisses.

eventually, y/n stirred in her sleep. she whined gently at max trying to wake her up, having been disturbed from her peaceful slumber. “baby, i’m sleeping.” she complained softly, feeling max pull the blankets off of her. she grabbed at the sheets blindly, trying to pull them back over her as she whined out, “no!”

max would overpower her, of course, successfully getting the blankets off of her. “dinner’s ready, baby. stop being a brat.” he groaned, hooking his arms under her frame and lifting her up off the bed bridal style.

she thrashed in his arms, whining and groaning. it made it difficult for max to keep his grip on her, and eventually he dropped her back on to the bed.

“alright, if you’re going to act like a brat.” he began, watching y/n’s eyes suddenly shoot open as max leaned down over her. she screamed and laughed as max lifted her once more and hauled her up to his head.

“no, no! i’m up! i’m awake!” she screamed in hopes that he’d let her go, but all her pleas were to no avail. max adjusted her so that she was sitting up on his shoulders, letting out a loud scream as he batista bombed her on to the mattress.

she laughed as she hit the mattress, rolling out of bed and standing up on her feet. “cuddles later?” she asked, pouting out her bottom lip as she looked up at max. on the brighter side, y/n was most definitely wide awake now.

he stepped towards her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in and leaning down to peck her lips. “did you lose braincells or something? what kind of question even is that, you dumbass.” he hummed fondly. “come on, mom and dad probably think i’m killing you in here.”

she felt max’s hand lace with hers and she got up on her tip toes to press a kiss to his chin. “if anything, they’d probably believe you were in the middle of throwing me out the window and jumping after me so we can run away and start our own family.” she corrected him, her heart beating wildly in her chest at the suggestive smile that had risen to max’s face.

“you said it, not me.” max muttered, raising his free hand to cup her cheek. “but i’m not opposed to the whole run away and start a family idea, you already know that. we’re way past the first few steps already, if we consider the fact you already call me daddy.” he whispered teasingly in her ear, pulling away to watch the way y/n’s face turned beet red before he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“max! y/n!” they heard max’s dad yell from downstairs.

max pulled y/n out of the room soon after, their hearts beating in time and their souls intertwined with the promises of a future family together hanging in the air.

i’m not trying to make you a wife here

i’m not trying to tie you down

i’m just saying there might be a life here

a new one as soon as we run

max had been saving up for this day. he nervously stood in front of the jeweler, carefully observing the ring that he had in his hand. his mom stood beside him, and max passed the ring to her. “it’s perfect, isn’t it?” max asked softly, a small smile on his face.

max’s mom beamed at the ring, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. it wasn’t even an engagement ring, but she felt emotional at the fact that her son had been saving up for this moment just so he could get his girlfriend a promise ring before they’d eventually be long distance after the summer.

“good taste, maxwell.” she complimented.

“we’ll take it.” max said, looking back up at the jeweler and smiling widely. he pulled out his wallet as he followed the jeweler over to the register, handing over his card without a second thought.

it wouldn’t be until 2 weeks later at graduation that max would finally give the ring to y/n. their families had gone out to eat dinner together at a restaurant, and both sets of parents were looking at max expectedly. of course the adults at the table knew of max’s plans. he wasn’t going to give them a heart attack when he’d suddenly give y/n a ring without asking for permission first.

he cleared his throat, looking over at y/n and smiling. she had caught the way that their parents were looking at them expectedly and had furrowed her brows in confusion.

for once, max didn’t want to make this a grand gesture. so, he took out the ring box and opened it, showing y/n the ring with a sheepish smile on his face. he could see the shock that had crossed over y/n’s face.

“max, are you-”

“a promise ring. that one day i’ll be asking you to marry me. i just thought you’d like something else to remind you of me before you’re off to california and studying your ass off. also to make sure those pencil-necked marks over there know that you have someone waiting for you back home.” he told her softly, reaching for her left hand as she lifted it up for him.

max took the ring out of the box, and slid it on to her ring finger, holding her hand in his gently as the two smiled at each other. max watched as tears welled in y/n’s eyes. he wasn’t even aware he was crying until he felt a tear roll down his cheek.

their parents whooped and hollered for the couple as they leaned in to kiss. but they had forgotten about the grad caps that they had kept on their head as per their parents requests and they ended up bumping caps, causing them to laugh and blush in embarrassment. they tilted their heads and y/n rested her hand on max’s cheek to proudly display her ring before they leaned in for a proper kiss.

they heard the shutter of a camera, and they both made a mental note to ask their parents for the photos later. they smiled against each others lips as they kissed, and when they pulled away, max whispered, “i’m not trying to make you a wife here, i’m not trying to tie you down.” y/n felt the tears finally roll down her cheeks as max recited the lyrics to their song. “there’s a new life waiting for us when you have your degree and i’ve made it in the wrestling business. and then, we can finally run.”

and max, who previously had absolutely no posts on his instagram besides the multiple highlights that consisted of y/n, posted the photo of them kissing with their grad caps on and the ring proudly displayed on y/n’s finger with a simple caption that stated “running away and starting a new life as soon as possible”. their phones blew up that night, and they had to explain to all of their friends that it was just a promise ring.

max caster let it be known that he had dibs on being best man whenever the two would finally tie the knot.

run away

just run away with me

mississippi mud, watch me slide

we’ll be “on the road” like jack kerouac, looking back

almost ready now

with this being their last summer together, y/n had opted to not take any college classes at the local community college like she’d usually do during her summer. no, this would be their last full summer together before their lives would be busy with y/n’s college education in full gear and max’s wrestling taking him elsewhere across the country.

she was there at every single match max had, being the loudest person in the crowd despite the weird looks she’d get from the people around her because why would anyone cheer for an asshole like mjf? she was sure people in the crowd probably thought she was some ring rat, considering that max was awfully good at staying in character and treated her the same as he did anyone else. he did, however, once sign her boob in front of everyone else as he made his way to the ring once, and the two got a laugh out of it afterwards when they watched clips of people’s reactions.

they also got a kick out of watching people’s reactions when other women had asked mjf to do the same for them, only to be met by mjf calling them tits mcgees and to go back to the streets of whore island.

y/n had quickly found herself to be possessive over max as much as he had become over her. maybe it was the overarching fact that they would eventually be long distance, but the two of them had grown increasingly possessive over each other and made sure people around them knew that they had a partner - although they still kept their relationship as private as possible considering max’s growing popularity as mjf.

it was in the subtle ways that they’d let people know they had a life partner. since max had gotten y/n a promise ring, y/n had bought max a ring as well. she also bought him a silicone one to wear during his matches, and they had rewatched the commentators reaction the first time mjf appeared with a ring on his finger as the commentators seemed to be shocked that mjf had found a woman that could love someone like him.

in character, mjf would simply yell at the crowd that the only reason why they’re shocked is because they would never be able to find a woman like how he has and if they somehow managed to pay a woman enough money to be in love with them, he’s already taken the best of the best off of the market.

out of character, max would still insist that he’s already got the best of the best to be his indefinitely.

his colleagues at the wrestling academy would all be curious about how max had even found a woman, considering the fact that max was still narcissistic like his wrestling persona, just majorly watered down. not to mention that max was still so young, and had so many years ahead of him. but when max would shyly tell the men about his and y/n’s love story with a wide smile on his face, a light blush dusting his cheeks, and his hands twirling the ring around his finger, they’d realize that this special lady had such a unique effect on max that it made him human. they could only pray to find someone that had as much of a positive effect on them as y/n did to max.

what they hadn’t expect was for the tears that began to roll down max’s face as he talked about how proud he was that she was got into her dream school on a full ride. he wiped away at the tears furiously before he felt someone nudge his shoulder and hold out a napkin to him. he took it and wiped at his eyes as he mumbled his next phrase so softly that the men around him wondered if it was meant for them to listen to.

“that’s why i have to make it in this business. i want her to be proud of me too.”

max was ready to give wrestling his all.

let me be your ride out of town

let me be the place that you hide

california dreams, here we come

romeo is calling for juliet, ready set

getting ready

let’s go anywhere

say the word and i’m already there

she rested her head against max’s chest as he sang, feeling the way his vibrato shook his chest. she blinked away the tears in her eyes as the two swayed back and forth with their arms wrapped around each other.

soon, they’d have to split and y/n couldn’t just text max if she needed a hug. they’d have to wait months and months until their schedules aligned and they would be in the same city just to be able to hold each other again. no more daily visits to each others houses. no more weekly dinners. no more sneaking max into her room at night or skipping class to go back to his house. no more sitting ringside with her matching burberry scarf screaming his name. no more tingly lips after max would kiss her. no more walking to class with her hand in his.

instead it’d become sleeping on facetime and waking up to an overheating phone. text messages whenever they weren’t busy. eating food over facetime and pretending to feed each other. making kissy faces at the camera because they wouldn’t be able to kiss.

but then the ring on her finger would be a reminder of max’s promise to her, and the ring on max’s finger would always remind him that she’d be there cheering him on no matter what.

max wasn’t ready to let y/n go. although he knew that they’d stay together, they had never spent a day without seeing each other since the day they first started dating. and now suddenly, they’d go months and months without seeing each other.

he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but max was afraid that y/n would find someone better for her when she’s off at college. someone who wasn’t pursuing an unstable career like max’s where if he doesn’t make it in the business, he’d be stuck working multiple jobs at once. he wants to be that man for y/n, who could support her in her endeavors and be the one she’d come to bed with every night with a smile on her face knowing that she was well taken care of.

it’d be easier if they just ran away now. away from the troubles of the earth and to a place where they didn’t have to worry about the uncertainties of life.

he turned off and threw down y/n’s phone on the mattress as he wrapped his arm around her midsection and gently laid her back on the bed. he supported himself on his forearms that he placed on either side of her head as he rested his forehead against hers. max parted her legs with his knees, reaching down to pull his boxers down and letting his length spring free. he pushed her underwear to the side and running his length up and down along her already swollen, still wet cunt from the previous rounds that they had already that night. he whispered the last line, before covering her mouth with his own and pushing himself into her warmth.

run away with me

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Selwyn x Bree Moments I just know would happen if given the chance

1. so we got Bree cupping Sel’s hair and him relaxing into her touch (everyone say thank you miss Tracy), but we need Bree sitting down on the couch and Sel laying his head on her lap and her fingers stroking through his hair.

Bree quietly muttering under her breathe about how soft his hair is and it’s not fair bc he probably doesn’t need to deep condition and have a leave-in AND twist his hair up, even though sel can hear her the whole time, and he just softly smiles as she strokes his hair

Sel is so content and at peace he starts purring. Like his whole body just vibrates under her touch

after a couple minutes his eyes open and they’re the familiar gold that Bree adores. so quickly he swings an arm around Bree and pulls her down, laughing as she yelps in surprise, and presses their lips together

2. Bree would pretend to sneak up on Selwyn, both of them knowing full-well that Sel could detect it was her for probably over 50m away. And she throws her hands over his eyes. (She’s the only one Sel would ever let do that to him)

3. When one of them wrinkles their brow and the other would just softly kiss away the crease, or if Bree pouted and Sel just lifts his finger up to her bottom lip, tracing it with his thumb bc he could never do that before (he’d just have to stand there looking flustered and clenching his fist like Mr Darcy)

4. Bree when she’s ecstatic or happy (and after squealing with Alice) usually some variation on beaming at Selwyn or throwing herself into his arms. He can’t help but smile or laugh back bc she’s just so radiant.

5, and every time she hugs him and he has his head buried in her neck and the scent of her her her around him he feels like the luckiest person alive. How could she choose him, how?!!

6. Alice convincing Sel that he doesn’t need to come along to watch Bree in her first-attempt at a martial arts class at uni. That’s she’ll be fine and it’s a beginner’s friendly course. And Sel “agrees”.

Of course he’s actually in the rafters looking down. Making sure nobody hurts Bree. Several times he has to physically stop himself from descending to the ground when Bree hurts herself

at the end of the class Alice asks if Bree enjoyed it? Bree declares “it wasn’t for her.” They meet up with Selwyn who ‘emerges from a different building’

He slings an arm around Bree’s shoulder in greeting and she asks “and how did you enjoy my class bat boy?” And Sel tries to play it off but obviously Bree can sense his gaze and knows he was there. And he looks a bit sheepishly off to the side mumbling, “nothing I couldn’t have taught you”

7. I’m also just very here for Alice and Sel having a friendship?!?! Like Ik they argued a lot in Bloodmarked, and Alice was pretty eh about him, but them just softly bickering over mundane things. E.g. Sel commenting that bbq sauce is a disgrace, who would have it on their hot dog? And Alice taking that personally. Bree sighing and smiling bc she knows that Alice is forming a mental list of bullet point rebuttals and she is about to drag this man ALIVE

8. Bree in a crowd at uni and just feels those little pin prick’s on her back and automatically starts searching the crowd for him and moving in that direction. (sel’s heart is beating very fast watching her from the other side of the quad)

9. Sel and Bree still bickering over her safety and how Sel insists that he should be at Bree’s geology trip for a course she’s taking, and Bree thinks that’s silly bc it’ll only be a couple hours and they’re just looking at rocks. And Sel retorts “okay but what if you slip and hit your head on said rocks, then I have to run you back to William.” And Bree laughs, “Sel you don’t need to run me to William everytime I hurt myself in the slightest” and he quietly mutters something about “yes he does.”

10. Sel memorising the feeling of Bree’s body pressed against his when they hug. How he knows her eyes so intimately, how he knows her smile and that little dimple that appears when she’s grinning, and thinks to himself he’d give anything to be the reason for that smile

11. When they’re kissing and Bree kisses his neck, just under his jawline, for the first time. his breathe hitches, and he grasps her and pulls her impossibly close (she’s on his lap at this point). And Bree laughs against his jaw in a way that sends shudders right down his body. Bree pulls away and see’s how he’s barely able to control himself under her touch, his eyes are the deep gold almost brown of melted sugar. And that’s how Bree figures out Sel has a massive thing for neck kisses.

12. Bree endearingly referring to Sel as bat boy, because of his handy knack for dangling upside down, or just reaching high places and surveying the room. Sel pretends not to like the nickname (they both know he secretly likes it)

13. Bree calls Sel pretty at some point and he’s so flustered, he doesn’t know what to say, and not having the right words makes him more flustered which makes him scowl, until he’s just glaring at Bree that she just called him pretty. And Bree raises her eyebrow that she just complimented him but he’s glaring?? At her?? Sel doesn’t have the words to explain, so just pulls her to his chest, pressing a kiss to her forehead hoping that conveys how he’s feeling. Bree just sinks into his touch

14. When they’re kissing and Bree thinks to run her tongue gently along the points of his sensitive canines. The way Sel immediately shudders against her, going limp under her, yet impossibly restrained at the same time. Things escalate from there.

15. Someone calling Sel some vague sort of demon slur, and he shrugs it off but he has to almost physically restrain Bree from defending him. Fully prepared to fight anybody and everybody for Sel.

16. Sel aether drunk and he has to go off and cool himself down in the forest, to get rid of the energy. Bree waiting for him in his room, doing some work at his desk. He pulls himself through the window, stumbling to get his footing.

Bree gently scolds him about using the door when he’s aether drunk. And he stumbles over the room to her and stands between her legs where she’s sitting at the desk. His fingers trace her bottom lip, the shape of her face.

And Bree can just see how bright his eyes are, his flushed cheeks, damp hair. And he’s mumbling under his breathe in welsh, words that sound a lot like she’s beautiful, gorgeous, exclamations of wonder at her

(I need help, I just spent an hour writing this instead of studying. Got me giggling in my bed fr fr). I have many more where these came from if you want them

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warnings: fluff, smut, angst with comfort, idk how to tag sorry

your callsign is Angel

MDNI!! NSFW!! (blowjob, kind of breeing kink, unprotected p in v, cumming early)

Imagine...

Price who holds his head low with one hand planted beside your head and the other on your waist as he guided his cock into your puffy cunt. He let out groans in your ear as he kissed your neck. His thrusts were deep and slow. "You are so pretty.. so beautiful, love." He grumbles, shutting his eyes when he hears your soft whines and gasps.

"Fucking gorgeous.." He lifts his head and looks into your eyes, kissing your cheek. His slow thrusts speed up and both of your breaths grow laboured. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside please.." You whimper, shutting your eyes.

"Fuck.. I love you." He groans and he ruts into you a few more times, watching as your jaw hangs open and eyes shut. The sight alone makes him slam into you hard and release his seed deep into your womb with a gutteral groan. You both come at the same time, holding eachother close.

"Did you mean it?" You ask, your head pressed against Price's chest as he brushes your hair with his fingers.

"You what?" He looks down at you, lifting your chin up with his finger and thumb so he can see your face.

"When you said you love me." You moved to sit up so your on eye-level with him. "Did you mean it?"

"Course I did, darling." He leaned forward, cupping your face and kissing you. He pulled away and searched your eyes. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, John." You kiss him back.

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Imagine...

"Angel?" You can hear Ghost over your earpeice. "Angel how copy?" He seems quiet however your still dizzy from the whole building that collapsed ontop of you. Your head lolls around, staring at the crushed concrete and mangled metal that surrounded you. "Y/n, you alive?"

You shut your eyes when your head starts to throb. "Fucking hell.." You pinch your nose bridge. "More like trapped."

"So you are alive." You can practically hear Ghost's eyeroll. "You got enough blood in you?"

You look down at your torso, holding the side and looking at your blood stained glove. "Barely." You wince, the adrenaline dying down and the pain hitting you like a brick.

"Lets see how long you can last with barely any blood, eh?" You can hear him move around. "Where are you?"

"Under.." You look around and sigh. "A building." You squint at a crack through the metal, leaning foward and looking through. "Theres a shop called.." You furrow your brows. "Banco de comida."

"On my way. Don't shut your eyes. Not even to blink." Ghost says sternly.

"Copy that."

2 agonizing minutes go by when the concrete above you is ripped aside by Ghost.

"Angel!" He yells, grabbing your arm and yanking you out of the rubble, elicting a pained yelp from you.

"Fucking hell Lieutenant be more gentle you twat." You snap, clutching the wound on your side.

"Mind your language, Sarg." He grunts, throwing one of your arms over his shoulder and guiding you to exfil.

The next time you woke up you were laying on a bed in a white room. You looked down to your side and saw a bandage. You can't really remember how you even got the wound. Presumably from broken metal scraping you.

"You snore when you sleep you know." A deep, gravelly voice says from beside you. You turn your head with an offended expression on your face which softens ever so slightly when you see who it is.

"Ghost." You scoff. "You brought me here?" You raise your brows and grin smugly. "So you do like me?"

"I like you alive. What kind of muppet let you pass selection if you can't handle abit of metal?" He tutted and shook his head, leaning back in a chair that was positioned beside your bed.

"Piss off!" You laugh.

---

Imagine...

You and Soap are outside a pub after a mission went very successfully and everyone is celebrating.

He's smoking a cigar, staring up at the sky. "You smoke?" He offers you a puff and you shake your head.

"Those will kill you, you know." You smack it out of his hand and he grunts, mumbling a curse under his breath.

"Better to die of lung cancer than in a pool of your own blood, yeah?" He lit another one.

"I think both are equally shit." You roll your eyes and stare up at the moon. "The moon looks bonnie, doesn't it?"

Soap stares at you. His eyes taking in every aspect of your face as you stared up at the moon. He swallowed hard and shuffled. "Yeah." When you glanced at him he looked away.

"What you staring at?" You punch him playfully.

"Nowt, your just a canny stoater thats all." He looks up at the sky.

"Oh shut up you silly sod." You laugh, covering your blush with your hand. "Your a flirt when your drunk."

"Aye." He leaned back, his eyes trained on you. "I'm drunk." It sounded sarcastic but you didn't really care.

---

Imagine...

Gaz has hold of your head as your head bobs up and down, slowing taking his throbbing cock in your warm mouth. You had been going at him for at least 2 hours. His mouth hung open and his body shivering from the previous 4 orgasms.

You popped of his cock with a pop and then grabbed his cock with your hand, squeezing at the base and pumping it, twisting your hand at the tip.

"Ah! Shit!" Gaz bucked his hips as you jerked him off. "Fuck, love I'm.."

You shook your head. "No, baby hold it in. I know you can." You kissed his abdomen and moved your free hand to hold his. You stared up at him as he panted, his chest heaving up and down.

"No.. God.." He squeezed his eyes, trying so hard to hold it in. "You just... just make me feel so fucking good." He whimpers, squeezing your hand while your other continues to jerk him.

"Mhm?" You hum, kissing his hand.

He moans. His jaw slack and his head throwing back. "Fuck love.. no.. no no no.." He shakes his head and his hips buck some more before he cums for the 5th time all over his belly.

You tut, sighing and leaning forward, licking his belly clean. "Gaz.." You say dissapointedly and he groans. "You were doing well." You start to pump him again. "Come on, lets try again."

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Imagine...

You and your superior, König had never got along, he's never happy with what you do. Even if you get a headshot from 600 yards away he still would have something to say.

Especially if you got hurt. Which was exactly what happened today.

You were in prone position, legs wide and laying at flat as you can. You were in a wet, muddy area for training, your arms were killing. You had been stuck in this position for hours, surely it wouldn't hurt to put the sniper rifle down for just a second so you can relax your muscles.

You slowly lower the gun, hearing the rear grip squelch into the wet mud. You sigh in relief as you can finally stop using your arms to carry a heavy firearm.

After a few seconds you try to lift the gun back up however it's stuck in the ground. The earth sucked the rear grip in and wouldn't let go. You mutter a curse and sit up, gripping the carry handle to try and pry it out.

However, it's no use. The bleaching soil would not give it back.

"For fuck sake." You grunt and with one frustraited tug... you get smacked in the nose with the buzzle of the sniper rifle.

"Did you not learn in training that you never let go of the gun? Ach du lieber Gott." König hissed, glaring down at you as you pressed an ice pack against your broken nose.

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An Ode to The King, Briana Irene Matthews

When I say I love this character, I say it with my whole chest. I cannot begin to express the joy I experienced when one of my fellow educators passed me this book and said “I’ve got a fantasy book for you, and there is a black girl on the cover.” I am a child of The Neverending Story, Legend, Willow, etc (Google if you need to) and brown faces were few and far between, if there at all. There are so many things I admire and appreciate about Bree Bree and the power she holds can’t be understated.

*Spoilers Ahead so Exit Stage Left if You Need To*

Choices

In a story where choice has been hijacked for so many of our faves, I love the choice she makes at the end of Bloodmarked. To choose herself. I know there has been controversy regarding this but fuck all that, she said what she said. The fact that black girls need to be perfect and make decisions that are equally as perfect no matter what they are up against is absurd. That line of thinking has real world consequences. I love that she tried to consult with elders, those that came before her. She seemed to be following this implied protocol that did not bear the fruit she’d hoped for.

When she says, “I realize now why Jessie’s mantra to call root didn’t work for me.” She said, “Think of the power you possess and the woman who gave it to you.” I smile sadly, “I used to think that woman was my mother, and through her, you. Tried it her way and it didn’t work. Because you all didn’t give me my power.” I kneel to face the streams, thrust my hands into the earth from which they came.

“I did.”

This was a hell of a scene because she is finally shutting off the noise of the outside world, the distracting chatter blocking her self actualization. Arthur, the ancestors, the Legendborn, and choosing Bree. Much like she puts the broken pieces of Excalibur back together, she is in a sense doing the same for herself (pain welded blade). It even bears a deep purple stone in the pommel. The color meant to speak to this pain, this literal and figurative bruising and beating she has taken. In addition, the choice to go with Erebus and the uncertainty that hangs there was pure fearlessness. As her character sheet says, she is intrepid, bold. The way she is written, you just know it is in her soul. As Tracy says in her dedication, For every Black girl who was “the first.” Black is capitalized here, emphasized, because we are often demonized for making decisions or having experiences that those that came before may not have had the courage or opportunity to step into. The First. In Bree’s line everyone ran and she decided to stop running and turn to face the unknown, whatever may come with her chin up.

In addition to being a clever badass, I loved watching how she navigated her relationships with Nick and Sel. Again, another hot button topic where folks are clutching pearls and clenching ass cheeks. I am not interested in “ship wars” but what did catch my eye was the way Bree allowed herself to be loved on. The safety and soft intimacy she received and craved from Nick in a time where her world had been completely shattered was beautiful to read. “I’m impressed, despite my still racing heartbeat. How does he do it? How does this boy navigate my emotions like a seasoned sailor, finding the clear skies and bringing them closer, when all I seem able to do is hold fast to the storms?” He is patient with her. The way he speaks, comforting and protective. I love that she had this! The giddiness at that age of meeting someone that makes you dizzy in the best way. I love that Bree allowed herself to experience the respite Nick offered. That relationship represents the light in her, hearkens back to a simpler time.

I also think Bree enjoys the challenge Sel presents. Aside from him trying to kill her in the beginning (and being an all around asshole), she always seems to find interest in him (her shadow side). “He’s dressed in black, as always, but his long coat is gone. His tattoos are on full display below sleeves rolled at the elbow. They wind down his forearms and wrists, and I can’t help but study them. I wonder how far they go and how many he has before I remember that I detest him and shouldn’t care about his tattoos at all.”

Bree is fiery (quite literally) and finds herself drawn to the darkness and mystery of Sel. In truth, she likes to stir the pot. When Vaughn is giving her shit about being Nick’s page, she intentionally fucks with him. “But I’m not going to disappear. And I don’t want to keep my head down. Instead, I’m going to give Vaughn a glimpse of who I really am, and show him exactly who I’m not.”

She then throws the haymaker, “You’re a bigot and a bully, Scheafer. You insult me because you think you know what I am capable of, but you don’t. I must make you nervous, though, for you to expose your insecurities about your odds of success in the tournament.”

Long story short, Briana Irene is with the shits! How many times have you had to check in a loser such as Vaughn, who in all their mediocrity, thinks they are superior? I love that she essentially says, “aight then.”

I say all that to say that I like that she is feeling her feelings. She can acknowledge and accept the safety and easiness of Nick, while also reveling in the mystery and chaos of Sel. Those two desires can (and do) live in the same body. I love that this is confusing for her and she grapples with it because, what 16 year old wouldn’t! Low key/high key, folks my age would grapple with certain aspects of that but again, her choices.

Bree is supposed to be complicated. At times infuriating. I find it strange however, when folks don’t give her the space she has earned to develop. So many of us Black girls are not afforded this space. No room to grow, change our minds, or choose a different path. She is grappling with grief and grief is messy, complicated. The vessel in which she entered the world ceases to exist on the plane of the living and she is floating in the darkness and uncertainty of that. “Your anguish is wrapped around your very heart.” Not to mention navigating racism, sexism, supernatural beings, and understanding her own body and power. That is a tall order. She represents multitudes of girls who were “the first” and I am so glad I get to witness her in all her flaws and greatness. THE KING. Rumble black girl, rumble.

#tracey deonn #legendborn #legendborn cycle #bree mathews #bloodmarked

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The Queen of Lies: The Stranger

Story Intro | Content Warnings | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

Contents: lady whump (barely), being threatened with a knife

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Word count: 3800 || Approx reading time: 16 mins

The Stranger

Teaser: “I’m sorry!” he repeated, but he was still cackling, and when she returned to the bedroom, his entire body was splayed across the bed, chest heaving and eyes watering. “I wasn’t trying to.”

Bree was immediately suspicious when the first thing Will did upon laying eyes on her in the morning was quell a burst of laughter.

“What is it?” She sat up straight, letting the blanket fall away.

“I, uh…” He bit into his fist, obviously making a valiant effort not to howl at some mystery affair that he found endlessly entertaining. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry?” With a growing sense of trepidation, she watched his gaze travel over her again. “About what?”

He cleared his throat, eyes still alight. “Well…” Gently, he pressed two fingers to the side of her neck, which did little to illuminate the reason for his mirth. “Really? It doesn’t hurt?” Bree merely stared at him, and this appeared to be the moment that through let a new torrent of laughter. “Go look in a mirror,” he wheezed. “I’m sorry.” This, by far, was the most alarming thing he could have said, and she leapt up, running for the nearest looking glass.

She gasped when she saw the splotch that had appeared on her throat overnight—not the kind that Baden had left there so many times before with furious, choking fingers, but one of a different sort. “Will!”

“I’m sorry!” he repeated, but he was still cackling, and when she returned to the bedroom, his entire body was splayed across the bed, chest heaving and eyes watering. “I wasn’t trying to.”

Overcome with the admittedly pleasant memory of the activities which had resulted in the bruise on her throat, Bree began to laugh, too.

“Those things take forever to heal, too,” he said, wiping his eyes and drawing her back into the comfort of the bed. Soft cotton and warm, bare skin enveloped her once again.

“How would you know?”

He snorted, guiltless. “How do you think?” Grinning rather devilishly, he nipped at her neck, away from the incriminating bruise and gently enough to avoid coaxing out another.

She flicked him on the arm. “You’re a wicked boy.”

He batted his eyes. “Who? Me?” The façade of innocence vanished as he winked.

“Yes, you,” she said helplessly, but she couldn’t be angry. Not truly. Even if the evidence of what they had done the night before was splashed across her throat in brilliant purple glory.

Something, a dark voice reminded her, that went against a set of vows she had taken four years before.

The idea of being an adulterous wife, which it could not be denied that she now was, fell upon her as if from a great distance, a hazy sort of accusation that rippled around her like a cloud of dust. Drifting close, but not choking. It was true, and yet…

Bree wondered if it made her wicked—that she could not bring herself to feel a single speck of remorse, even as that low, accusing voice hurled at her a dozen horrid names and told her that retribution for her unfaithfulness would come soon enough.

“Hey. You okay?”

Will was talking to her, she realized. Saying something that had to be important, if he was the one checking her attention.

“Hmm?” She turned her look into his face—the dusting of freckles, the sleep lines creasing his cheek, the fading bruise at the corner of his mouth from the fight with those horrible boys a few nights before. “I’m sorry. I was…” She paused. “Daydreaming. What did you say?”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trailing his hand to her shoulder and down her arm until it landed on the bandage. “The inn. I’m going to get our stuff.”

“What?” Illogical though it was, fear pounced almost instantly—that he would be hurt, that he would be caught, that he would never return. “By yourself?”

Biting his lip, clearly trying not to laugh, he confirmed, “Yeah.”

“But what if someone—”

“Bree,” he said, “I’ll go faster on my own. And it’s hardly anything, so it won’t be much to carry. Nothing’s going to happen.”

“Something did happen the other night.”

With a soft, barely suppressed sigh, he laced his fingers through hers. “I mean, yeah. But what are we supposed to do? Leave the money there?”

“No,” she said, wavering. “I suppose you’re right.”

Will waved his free hand in the air. “Did I hear that right? Did someone just say I was right about something? And could it have been the clever, smartass lady herself?”

“Oh, stop,” she said, laughing. “But, really—you’ll be careful?”

“What are you talking about? I’m known for being careful.” When she fixed him with a dubious stare, a smirk fought its way onto his face. “I’m always sensible. And cautious. And, uh, p…prudent, and…”

“You’re a terrible liar,” she said, and Will feigned an indignant scoff. “Promise me you’ll be careful. Please.”

Kissing her suddenly enough to steal the very air from her lungs, he asked, “How’s that for a promise?”

Giddy, Bree said, “I suppose it’ll do.”

***

After the relatively meagre breakfast they cobbled together with what little food they found—and after she’d bullied him into helping her tidy up from the meal—Will headed for the door, promising to return soon. Watching him put on his boots, Bree was struck with a new worry—and a new suspicion. Quickly, before he could disappear, she asked if he was planning any other secret missions, like his visit to the townhouse the day of the drop. A guilty smile crossed his face.

“Okay,” he said, rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck, “you got me. I was gonna check the drop points.”

“You don’t have to keep things from me,” she told him, folding her arms.

“I know. You just worry a lot.”

Bree raised her eyebrows, letting a pointed stare slide over every mark still on his skin despite the weeks of freedom. “I’ve never seen you without some kind of injury. Shouldn’t I worry?”

He snorted, gave her a kiss and a promise to return in one piece, and went.

In his absence, peace settled over the townhouse save for the sound of the street outside, and even that was not so terribly loud. Bree watched a group of raggedy-looking children run past, throwing dead leaves at one another and chasing an alarmed-looking orange cat. It seemed terribly foreign, that near-palpable wild abandon, that fierce and feral energy with which they scampered through the streets. She’d never caused a ruckus with the boys and girls of her neighbourhood, for there were none to cause a ruckus with—at least, none whose parents would let them. They’d all been much the same as her: meek and pale and exceedingly well-behaved.

Well-behaved for a time, Bree thought with a smile, running her fingertips over the ink on her arm.

With the kitchen tidied and only the crackle of the fire to keep her company, Bree inspected the bookshelf. Its wooden slats sagged under the weight of more books than she would have ever expected to see in the headquarters of a ring of thieves, boasting titles and authors that astonished her: Dickens, Carroll, Browning, Chaucer, Blake, Wordsworth, Ovid, and even more.

Someone in Iustitia aecum, it seemed, was a kindred spirit.

One title winked up at her like the stars referenced on its first page, and it was with this book that she curled up by the fire, finding joy in her solitude for, perhaps, the first time in her life—because, for the first time in her life, she did not dread the return of the one who had left, but rather awaited it with warmth and welcome.

Sleep crept over her despite the daylight hour, settling upon the quiet townhouse in drapes and folds, luscious like the layers of a ballgown. Drifting to sleep in the soothing heat by the hearth, Bree wondered when she had last been so lazy—so delectably, wonderfully peaceful—as to rest like this while the sun still hung in the sky.

How long it was before she awoke, and what it was that roused her, Bree could not tell. But something bristled through her when she woke; a needling sense, a trickle of icy water down her back, called to her that something wasn’t right, and it needed her attention now.

But when she lifted her head, wincing as her neck groaned in pain from the strange angle at which it had fallen while she slept, she found nothing amiss.

Swallowing, Bree rose. Was it wise to call out? If it was Will, there should be no danger—right? But why would Will be sneaking around?

And if it wasn’t Will…

“Hello?” she called, tiptoeing across the room. It was silly, how tremulously her voice pierced the air. What reason was there to be frightened? None. She had probably just heard a bump or a cry from outside and jolted awake.

Of course, no one answered, and Bree breathed out in relief. She was being foolish; there was no one there. Embarrassed but at ease, Bree turned back toward the hearth, where the fire was almost out.

A hand latched onto her arm and yanked.

Bree cried out as her feet were nearly swept out from beneath her; someone was hurling her backwards. Forceful. Furious. Silent.

“H—”

A hand slammed hard over her mouth as the back of her skull cracked against the wall. Bree gasped, squirming against the hold of her attacker, whimpering and trying to gather the wherewithal to call for help.

“Who the hell are you?” a voice hissed. A woman’s voice. She was glaring right into Bree’s face, eyes glittering with suspicion. “And what the ever-loving fuck are you doing in my house?”

My house…

Bree tried to scream and shove the stranger off her, but the woman pressed a knife against her throat, point first, digging in until it hurt. “Hey. Listen the fuck up. We’re going to have a conversation, and if you scream, you’ll be sorry. Understand?”

Her house?

Bree nodded, her heart close to leaping right out of her chest when the knife remained precisely where it was.

“Yes,” she gasped when the woman’s hand lifted slightly. When Spider’s hand lifted slightly. For that was who she was, wasn’t it? If this was her house? “I—I understand.”

The hand fell away entirely, and Bree took a breath unencumbered. The girl still did not pull the knife away.

“Let’s hear it, then.” Despite the menacing glare and the very sharp blade, Bree could not help but notice that Spider was undeniably beautiful. Tight curls the deep hue of a starless night framed her face, and keen brown eyes gazed out from a visage so finely boned and free of imperfections, Bree almost wanted to weep. But there was nothing fine or gentle in her voice. “Who are you?”

“Please put the knife away,” Bree whispered, a response she knew was stupid, but the prickle of the knife-edge against her throat was one of the only things she could concentrate on.

Heaving a sigh, Spider removed the blade. Still, she didn’t move, keeping Bree pinned against the wall, her eyes as sharp and wary as ever. “Spill.”

“I’m—”

The last of the logs in the fireplace collapsed into ashes, startling them both. Spider whipped around, relaxing only when she realized it was the dying fire making noise. However, when she turned back to Bree, there was a touch of amusement to her features that had not been there before—and of confusion.

“You broke into my house just to read Romeo and Juliet?”

Bree wasn’t certain which question to answer first, so she merely stared.

Spider sighed again, and to Bree’s astonishment, she let go entirely. “Okay. Hurry up and, for the last time, tell me who you are and why you’re in here.”

“I’m Bree.” It came out as a squeak, and it seemed once again like the most foolish and unhelpful thing she could have said, but anything was surely better than nothing.

Spider sighed. “Okay? Bree who? Why—” She stopped suddenly, then repeated, “Bree.” Her eyes grew wide. “What’s that short for, huh?”

In a whisper, Bree told her, and the girl went still.

“Breanna.” Outside, the sun went behind a cloud, and the glint of her knife faded as the sky darkened. “I know who the fuck you are. I’ve seen the posters. What the hell are you doing here?” Her face had gone terribly pale, and though it was quiet, almost impossible to hear, Bree could have sworn she heard her mutter, “He fucking wouldn’t.”

“Will brought me,” Bree said quickly, and Spider came back to life. Bree side-stepped away as the girl moved toward her again.

“How the hell do you know his name?”

“He told me!” Bree wanted to look Spider in her eyes, to seek some smidgeon of understanding there, but it was hard to take her attention off the knife.

“You? He told you, Mrs. Breanna Hatchett?”

Unable to help herself, Bree flinched.

Instead of a further barrage of questions, however, her flinch was met with silence.

Bree dared to take her eyes off Spider’s knife, and when she did, she found a piercing gaze on her, too. It was still suspicious, yes, but curious now—heavier, laden with something that seemed dangerously like pity.

“He didn’t fucking kidnap you,” Spider said. Bree shook her head. “So how’d you end up here, then?”

With a shuddering breath, Bree confessed, “I ran away.”

Spider’s gaze roamed around the room, lingering on the abandoned copy of Romeo and Juliet, the wool blanket Bree had fallen asleep under, the now-dead fire, and then Bree once again. When they landed on the much-too-conspicuous bruise, she groaned.

“Well,” she said, sighing heavily as she tucked away her knife, “there’s a story here, isn’t there? How’d you two get…�� She made a face. “... all tangled up together?”

At the utterly absurd—and inadequate—characterization of what existed between her and Will, Bree laughed, and to her surprise, Spider joined in, albeit hesitantly and somewhat darkly.

“Let’s start again,” said Spider. “You tell me the whole story, and I’ll leave the knife where it is. Okay?”

“Okay,” Bree agreed, accepting Spider’s offered hand. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

“If you don’t already know it? Not until I’ve heard all about whatever the fuck adventure you two have apparently been on for the last few weeks.”

Chewing on her tongue, wondering if she would regret her next words, Bree asked, “Are you J, C, or G?”

Spider slapped her palm to her forehead. “I’m going to kill that little bastard. What else did he blab about?” She shook her head, then looked around. “And where is he? We all thought he had to be dead, till we saw the posters.”

“He’s coming back,” Bree said. “He went—out.” She glanced at the chairs by the fire. “Should we sit?”

“No,” Spider said stiffly. “I need tea for this. We’re going to the kitchen.”

There did not seem to be much choice in the matter, and so with her heart still pounding wildly, Bree followed.

True to her word, Spider left her knife alone while Bree recounted, in as much detail as she thought necessary, the story of how she and Will had crossed paths and ended up in the Iustitia aecum townhouse. Spider was a good listener, keen and attentive, but once Bree got to the night they made it out of Baden’s prison, she interrupted.

“Let me get this straight.” With hands wrapped around a cracked cup, seeming not to mind the intense heat that had to be seeping into her fingers, Spider fixed Bree with a doubtful stare. “It was you? You were the one who got him out?”

Unsure if she should feel smug or offended at Spider’s look of disbelief, Bree nodded.

“You’re mad,” Spider said bluntly. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are that even worked? What a perfectly outrageous miracle that is?”

“I know,” said Bree quietly, thinking of Mrs. Bristow and how fortuitous her appearance had been. “But…I couldn’t stay. And I couldn’t leave him.”

For a long while, Spider was silent. Her eyes remained fixed upon the scratched tabletop, fingers changing colour from how tightly she gripped her cup of tea. From somewhere Bree couldn’t see—Spider’s pocket, she guessed—there came the faint ticking of a watch, and she let herself fall into the rhythm it played out by the second.

“Thank you.” Spider’s words were sudden, her voice soft—the gentlest it had been since she’d accosted Bree by the fire. “For helping him.” A shine seemed to glitter in her deep brown gaze, but when she blinked, it was gone. “It was mad, yes. But that was awfully brave of you.”

As Bree opened her mouth to reply, the front door opened and a voice, excited and breathless, split the air.

“Bree! You won’t believe it! Your message, it was gone! One of them must have—”

As Will barrelled into the kitchen, bringing with him muddy footprints and crisp autumn air, he froze.

“Holy shit,” he gasped.

“You little shit,” Spider said at the same time, leaping to her feet. “We thought you were dead.”

Bree clapped a hand to her mouth as Spider flew across the room and flung her arms around Will, nearly knocking him over as his slippery boots slid along the floor.

“Fuck! You gone crazy?” he yelped, but he was laughing, and he embraced her back.

“God, you’re so lucky I decided to hug you,” Spider said, her voice thick, “because it was a toss-up between that and slapping you silly.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know!” Spider said. She still had not let go. “Where have you been? We’ve been so worried.”

“In jail?”

“After that, you idiot! You know what I mean.”

Will laughed—quietly, uncertainly, almost sadly. “Colette, how the fuck was I supposed to find you?”

At this, the girl whose name he had accidentally revealed pulled away. “Way to go, dumbass.” Quick as lightning, she wiped her eyes. “Guess that secret’s out, then.”

“Oops,” he said, going red. “Sorry.”

Glancing back at Bree, Colette shook her head, smiling now, and said, “Well, whatever. You’re alive. You’re all right. You’re here. That’s what matters.”

“How the hell’d you end up here, anyway?” Will asked. “Where are the others? Are they okay? Are they still—”

“They’re fine,” said Colette gently. “I told them—well, Ja—Wolf—to stay the fuck away until I found out more about the note. I mean…it was your writing, but…”

Bree watched the conversation unfold, as Colette hinted at the suspicions they’d harboured that perhaps Will had been rearrested and coerced by the police into leaving notes for them in some form of a trap; as she berated him for tracking mud through the house; as he scoffed and rolled his eyes but obediently removed his boots, flinging them back toward the door; and as he stood beside Bree and demanded accusingly to know if Colette had behaved herself and kept her knife under control.

“Define behaving,” Colette said slyly, and Will’s eyes narrowed. He held tightly to Bree’s hand.

“Did she try to stab you or anything?” he asked suspiciously.

“Only a little,” said Bree and Colette together.

Will glared at his friend. “What the fuck?”

“What was I supposed to do? I came here to drop off the rent payment and look for you, and I found some random-ass woman instead.”

“She’s not some random-ass woman,” Will said tartly.

Colette sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know that then, so I’ll ask again—what should I have done?”

“Really,” Bree said to Will quietly, “it’s fine.”

His fingers clasped a little tighter, and he looked down at her injured arm. “You don’t need any more fucking cuts or bruises.”

“Well, no, but she’s right… I was alone in your house.”

Colette seemed quite ready to defend herself further, apparently wholly unintimidated by Will’s annoyance, but as she was about to speak, an unexpected noise from the front door had all three of them alert and listening.

“Oh, those fools,” Colette whispered as footsteps drew near, seeming to know even before the intruders came into view who approached. “Why would they ever listen to me? I’m only the most sensible person here. But never mind that.”

When Bree looked up at Will’s face, she was astonished by the emotions she saw there—not fear as she anticipated, but something else entirely. Something expectant, almost nervous.

Even…excited.

Two more figures appeared in the kitchen: the tallest man Bree had ever seen and another whose face made her gasp.

Whose face was staggeringly similar to the one she had been gazing into since she ran away.

“Holy fuck,” Will breathed.

The man who had to be related to him by blood, and closely related at that, said, “Oh my god.”

Will’s hand went slack in hers, and Bree let go, freeing him to meet the man who could only be his brother—to be enveloped in such a fierce hug, it brought tears to her eyes.

“You’re alive,” the man choked, and Bree saw that he was weeping. “You’re alive.”

“Get off me, you asshole,” Will said, but he wasn’t letting go, either.

Colette turned her face away from the brothers. In a motion that was surely meant to be surreptitious, she brushed at her eyes, but Bree could not help but notice the glimmer of tears she was trying to banish. She caught Bree staring, however, and for a moment it seemed she might be annoyed to have been detected in her moment of vulnerability.

Then she smiled.

“I was so scared,” Will’s brother gasped. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Family, Bree thought, watching the tall man approach and clap a hand on Will’s shoulder. That’s what this was. Even if only Will and the man who seemed he might never let go were the only ones with shared lineage, even if it seemed impossible that Colette and the tall man could be related to the brothers at all, Bree knew she was looking not just at the inner circle of Iustitia aecum, but at a family—brethren who loved and cared for one another with no concern for the blood that flowed in their veins.

And perhaps, Bree thought, as Colette turned her beaming face back to the brothers and as Will pulled away from his brother and glanced back at her with such exhilaration on his face that it made her heart swell and glow…

Perhaps there was room in this family for one more.

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