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I Don’t Deserve You {Part 2} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, protective joel, age gap (reader is in her 20s and Joel is in his 50s), stalking, sexual assault attempt (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You were popular in Jackson but you have been single your whole life. Despite many men flirting with you, you have never found your ideal type. Until one day, you saw Joel and you fell in love at first sight. But he felt insecure.

Words count: 2.9k

A/N: This is part 2 for I Don’t Deserve You Part 1. Thank you to everyone who read my fanfic!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was a usual Monday after the night Joel saved you from Josh. You woke up early and got ready to work and meet your students.

“Good morning, kids! How was your weekend?” You asked the students with a soft tone.

“I watched a movie with my dad last night!” A girl shouted.

“It was my birthday yesterday!” Another girl shouted.

They were active and you were always happy to listen to their stories. Their stories were always interesting to you. You loved how children were so pure and innocent.

“Oh really? Well, happy birthday to you! Why don’t we all sing happy birthday to Samantha?”

You invited the other students to sing the Happy Birthday song for Samantha. Each of the students followed your clap and sang the Happy Birthday song together. The day went and it was already time for the class to be dismissed.

“Okay everyone! Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to do your homework!”

Everyone was packing their bags hurriedly and you glanced at the door. The door had a rectangle transparent glass and you saw Joel. When he caught your eye, he quickly hid. You found him so cute and felt butterflies in your stomach. It felt like you were in your teenage years all over again. You shook your head and smiled. The kids were starting to leave one by one and you began to pack your stuff on the table.

“I saw you there Joel.” You teased Joel who was still hiding.

“Uhm.. Sorry.” He slowly walked inside the class and cleared his throat.

“You caught me.” He smiled shyly and put his hand on the nape of his neck.

“Are you stalking me now?” You joked.

“Absolutely not. I was just around and thought I’d stop by to see how you’re teaching the kids. Hope you didn’t teach them curse words.” He joked remembering his last joke at the bar that was cut off by Josh’s appearance.

“Of course not.” You scoffed and slightly hit his chest.

“Are you heading home now?” Joel put his hands on his waist.

“Yes, all the kids have gone home so I should go home now.”

“I’ll walk you home.” Joel gestured a movement from his hands as if he was asking you to follow him.

“Sure. Thank you.” You grabbed your purse and jacket.

Joel wasn’t actually around the area. He was not patrolling that day and couldn’t keep thinking about last night. He was worried that Josh might come to you and bother you again. After thinking about it for a few hours, he decided to visit you at school and walk you home. He thought that it was the least thing he could do to protect you. Without realizing it, he was starting to have feelings towards you.

“Do you want to come in and have dinner with me tonight? I can cook something for us.” You hoped Joel would say yes before you got in your house.

“Sure. Ellie is making friends now so she often stays out late.”

“Great. Come in.” You welcomed Joel.

You hung your jacket and Joel did the same.

“Please make yourself at home while I cook dinner.” You smiled at Joel.

Joel nodded and sat on the sofa in your living room. You walked to your kitchen, opened your fridge and took out some ingredients.

“Can I help you with somethin’?” Joel suddenly stood up and walked towards you.

“No, no. I’m good. Let me serve you dinner tonight.” Joel was your guest so you wanted to serve him.

“Okay.” Joel walked away and started to look around your house.

“You have a lot of books.” Joel stopped at your bookshelf.

“Oh, yes. I love to read. I’m a teacher.” You laughed.

“Right.” Joel chuckled.

After a few moments of banter while you were preparing dinner, you were finally done.

“Dinner’s ready.” You called for Joel.

He looked back from the sofa and hurried his way to the dining table.

“Smells good.” He sniffed.

You both started eating. You were nervous because you were scared Joel might not like your cooking. And your legs were shaking under the table.

“Hmm.. It’s delicious. Thank you.” Joel praised your food.

“Phew.. I was scared you didn’t like it.” You sighed.

“Are you kidding? This is the best meal I’ve ever had in the past 20 years.” He chuckled as he shoved another spoonful of your cooking.

“Thank you, Joel. You’re really sweet.” You were touched hearing his words.

The two of you had conversations as you finished your dinner.

“Let me wash the dishes. You cooked so I will wash the dishes.” Joel offered.

“Sure.” You gave your dishes to Joel.

You watched him from behind and got lost in your fantasy. You were imagining a life where you and Joel lived under the same roof as family. And you were the wife making dinner for your husband when he got off from work. He looked dashing from behind and his shoulder was broad. You imagined how it would feel kissing him. But you didn’t want to rush so you had to hold yourself. You hit your head and got back to reality.

“Done.” Joel wiped his hands with a towel.

“Thank you, Joel. For washing the dishes.”

“It’s nothin’. You cooked for me so it’s fair if I wash the dishes.” He shook his head.

You wondered how a man like him treated you so nice. You kept wondering why he didn’t come into your life sooner. Then you remembered why. You were half his age. But you didn’t care. As long as he made you happy, you didn’t care about anything.

You and Joel spent a few hours hanging out at your house then it was time for him to go home.

“I should probably head home.” Joel looked at you.

“Yeah, sure. Thank you for walking me home today.”

“Anytime. Thank you for the meal. It was delicious.” Joel thanked you.

You chuckled as you walked him to your door and grabbed his jacket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Sure. See you tomorrow.” You waved your hand goodbye to Joel.

The next day, Joel came and picked you up from work. He walked you home and had dinner with you for the second day, third day, fourth day, and it went on and on. Except when it was his turn to go on patrol, he couldn’t walk you home. But he would always tell you in advance if he couldn’t walk you home.

Joel and you often hung out in the city as well. Since you got close with Joel, Josh had never shown up. He just stared at you from afar but he had never approached you. You even had less guys flirting with you. As time went by, people were starting to recognize your relationship with him. People were making rumors and talking about you and Joel. They were talking about how far your age gap was and how Joel didn’t deserve you. He was old and ruthless but you were young and kind. You didn’t care what anyone said. Joel had never hurt you, he was always respectful, he was definitely not like what other people said. As a matter of fact, Joel had never been kind to anyone but you.

Your feelings towards Joel have grown deeper and deeper. On the other side, you had no idea how Joel felt towards you. Did he like you or did he just see you as a kid who needed protection? But you didn’t want this to end so you kept your feelings hidden until it was 2 months since you and Joel spent time together. You couldn’t hold your feelings hidden any longer.

It was another usual dinner with Joel. You watched him as he was walking outside your front porch.

“Joel.” You stopped him before he walked his way home.

“Huh?” He raised his eyebrows and looked back.

“Can I ask you something?” You wiped your sweaty hands to your jeans.

“Sure. What is it?” He walked his way back to your porch where you were standing, resting his hands on the handrail.

“What are we, Joel? I mean - I - I like you, Joel.” You confessed your feelings to Joel and stepped closer to him.

Instead of telling you the way he felt about you, he took a step back.

“No.” His voice was really low, he shook his head and looked down.

Your eyes were getting blurry as tears welled up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Joel quickly walked away from you.

“Joel.. Please..” You tried to stop him but you thought it was better to stay.

You were heartbroken. You went to your bedroom, covered your face with your pillow and cried all night.

On his way home, Joel was also heartbroken. He couldn’t see you cry like that, especially because of him. He regretted leaving you hanging like that. He wished he could hug you and comfort you. But he knew he shouldn’t. He had heard the rumors and he agreed to what people were saying. He regretted treating you nice if it would end up breaking your heart. He shouldn’t give you hope in the first place. Since then, Joel started avoiding you. He didn’t walk you home and didn’t have dinner with you. You and Joel ended just like that.

You hadn’t seen Joel since. Your days went so slow. Days felt weeks, weeks felt months, months felt years. It has been a month and you hated this feeling. You wanted closure so you decided to find Joel. You walked to his house and knocked on his door.

“Hi!” It was Ellie.

“Uhm.. Hi! Is Joel home?” You asked Ellie.

“Yeah! Joel! Someone’s here looking for you!” Ellie shouted and called Joel.

Joel made his way down stairs and his eyes widened when he saw you at his front door.

“We need to talk, please.” You begged Joel.

“Okay.” Joel gestured to Ellie to go, he closed the door and invited you to sit on the patio chairs at his front porch.

You sat with him but he didn’t say anything. So you started the conversation.

“Did I do something wrong, Joel?” You tried to find what was wrong to fix your relationship with him.

“No.” He replied coldly.

“It’s okay. Just tell me, Joel. Let me fix us.” You begged him.

“It’s not you. It’s me.” Joel wanted the best for you.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. What do you mean?” You were confused.

“I know you heard about the rumors. They were right. I don’t deserve you. I’m old. I’ve done bad things. I’ve killed people. And you’re young, beautiful…inside out, kind, perfect and everythin’. You deserve someone way better than me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started anythin’ with you. I realized I was crossin’ the line, that's why it’s better that I stopped before I hurt you more.” Joel put his elbow on his knees as he explained to you.

“That’s not right. I don’t care what people say, Joel. You treated me so nice. You’ve never hurt me. You protect me, Joel.” You shook your head in denial.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t deserve you.” Joel started to raise his voice.

“No, Joel. Please. Give me a chance. I can’t live without you. Please. Give us a chance.” You cried as you begged him.

Joel wanted to cry but he held it. He didn’t want to look weak. Instead he stood up and asked you to leave.

“I promise I won’t see you again.” Joel’s words made your heart even wretched.

“Joel, please..don’t..Can you at least give me a hug as a goodbye? Please?” You grabbed his wrist.

Joel wanted to hug you. He really did. But it would just make him change his mind. If he hugged you, he might not be able to let you go. So he let go of your hand and walked inside his house. You cried so loud and kneeled in front of his door. Hoping for Joel to come out and change his mind, but a few hours went by and he didn’t appear. You were getting hopeless so you decided to go home. You cried on your walk and you didn’t realize someone was following you. You grabbed your keys and went inside your house. Someone was holding your door before you closed it.

“Joel?” You hoped Joel was following you home.

“Nuh-uh baby. It’s me. Josh.” Josh smirked.

You gasped and started to shake.

“Wh-what are you do-doing?” Josh could hear you were scared.

“I told you that old man is no good, baby. You should have been with me in the first place. I wouldn’t make you cry. I’m way better than him. That old man knows it. He really doesn’t deserve you. But I deserve you.” It turned out that Josh had been stalking you and he was eavesdropping your conversation with Joel.

“No. Josh. Please get out of my house.” You tried to act like you were not scared but he could see you were shaking.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. You’re mine now.” Josh claimed you as his because he knew Joel wouldn’t be there to protect you from him anymore.

“No, please go.” You walked backwards as he slowly walked towards you.

On the other side, Joel kept thinking about what he had said to you. He knew it was for the best but somehow he felt something weird in his heart. He guessed maybe he should have hugged you goodbye. He didn’t hear your cries anymore so he decided to walk to your house. He saw your door was left open and he heard a loud thud and your scream. Joel’s heart was beating faster as he rushed inside your house.

“Stay still!” Josh was on top of you, holding your hands, trying to take off your pants.

“Josh, stop it!” You tried to push Josh away but he was too heavy.

Joel’s eyes widened as he was shocked to see what was happening. He ran towards you, grabbed Josh from behind and threw him aside. Josh was hurting laying on the floor. Joel’s eyes locked on Josh and punched him over and over again. Josh’s face was full of blood and he was begging for Joel to stop.

“Don’t you ever touch her again! You lay a hand on her again, I’ll break your arm!” Joel lifted Josh by his collar and yelled at his face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Josh begged Joel for his life.

“Now get the fuck out of this house and never show your face again!” Joel pointed his finger towards the door as he raised his voice again.

Joel closed the door after Josh crawled his way out of your house. You were in shock, crying, hyperventilating, shaking, and holding your ripped shirt to cover yourself. You had never seen Joel like this before. He was scary when he was angry just like what other people in the town talked about.

“Hey, are you okay?” Joel’s voice was different from seconds ago.

He sounded very soft. He took off his jacket and put it on you.

“I got you, babygirl. I got you.” He looked at you with worried eyes. (TLOU ep 8 reference 😘)

He wiped your tears with his thumb and hugged you. His hands rubbed your back in circles until your breathing was normal again.

“Can you stand?” He asked you.

You nodded and guided him to your bedroom. He kept holding your arm, holding your weight as you walked. You opened your closet to get new clothes and changed into a new one. Joel faced the wall as you changed your clothes. He was always respectful to you. Not like the other guys you had met.

“Here.” You gave Joel his jacket back.

“Do you want me to stay?” He thought he would stay for the night to make sure you were safe.

“Will you?” You asked Joel with your puppy eyes as you sat on the bed.

“Of course, darlin’. I don’t want Josh to come here again and hurt you.” Joel walked to your bedroom door.

“Where are you going? I thought you’re staying.” You were confused.

“I am. I’m sleepin’ on the couch.”

You chuckled. Everytime he did or said something, you fell in love with him more.

“Joel, stay here.” You pat the empty space beside you on your bed.

“No. I shouldn’t.” He still kept his chivalry.

“Joel, please. I don’t think I can sleep if you’re not next to me. I feel safe when I’m with you. Please.” You begged Joel.

“Okay.” Joel shyly moved his way to your bed and laid beside you.

You moved closer to him, put your head on his chest, and rested your hands on his stomach. You could hear his heart beating faster and his body was stiff because of your movements. Joel took a deep breath and put his arms around you. He rubbed your back in circles.

“I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve you. But can I get that chance for our relationship? Give me a chance to be better for you?” He rested his chin on your head.

“You should stop being insecure, Joel. You’re the best man I’ve ever met. All the guys who flirted with me.. They weren't like you. I know for a fact they only want to get in my pants. But you’re different. Am I right?” You caressed his chest.

“No. You’re wrong.” You were shocked by his joke and raised your head to face him.

“I’m joking. Relax.” He laughed.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You put your head back to his chest and hit his chest.

“Oh! You’re bleeding! We need to get your fist cleaned up!” You took his hands worriedly.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ve been worse.” Joel chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Okay, then.” You kissed his bleeding fist that saved you from Josh.

The two of you spent the night cuddling, talking and getting to know each other. Joel told you about his past, Sarah, and Ellie as you drift into your sleep.

To be continued...

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bel1ewrites · 1 year

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can we please get smut with jealous sam 🙏🏻 maybe from the setting of the party at the beginning of scream vi, sam comes to get both reader and tara back home and sees someone flirting with reader (reader shuts it down and doesn’t flirt back ofc) but sam is still a little pissed and feeling possessive? thank you so much if you do write this

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! Let me know if you like it; feedback is welcome :)

No One Else (Samantha Carpenter x Reader)

Description: When Sam tracks down you and Tara at a frat party and finds you being hit on, she makes sure everyone knows who you belong to; including you.

WC: 3k

Warnings: possessive behavior, mentions of alcohol, violence (punching and tasing), gross men who can’t take a hint, sexual harassment, sickening fluff, smut, oral, fingering, top!Sam, bratty-ish!Reader, praise!kink, etc.

YOU'D grown quite fond of the corner you hid in, beer in your hand and dead phone in your pocket. The heat that encompassed the room full of sweaty bodies was momentarily tamed as you pressed your back to the cool wall. You wanted to go home. You wanted to curl up into bed with Sam and watch some brainless show as she rubbed your back and told you how much she loved you. Instead, you were busy hiding from some dweeb who kept following you around and staring at your tits. Which, needless to say, looked amazing in the top you wore.

You needed a game plan; some way to make it to Tara without that asshat seeing you. Sticking close to the wall, you took a swig of your beer and crept towards the living room. You couldn’t see any of your friends through the crowd of people, but you remembered MIndy and Anika saying they’d be on the couch.

The people cleared momentarily, creating a window through which you could see Mindy. You took one last deep breath, tugging your skirt down as it shifted up your thighs, and went in.

“Mindy!” you whisper-screamed while pushing against the wasted bodies. Your mumbled apologies to the people you bumped into went unheard as the bass pumped through the floor. You were so close, maybe five feet away when he saw you again.

A clammy hand gripped your arm, making you jump slightly and roll your eyes. When you turned around, you saw the same dickhead who had been up your ass all night. He wore some half-assed costume that you couldn’t understand. Really? Just a speedo? What a douchebag.

“Let go of my fucking arm,” you scolded, ripping it from his sweaty grasp. He smelled like a mix of dirt and mold.

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” he slurred, reaching for your waist. You dodged his hands swiftly, the people standing by you shot you both side eyes as they tried to move around you.

“Eat shit,” you responded, sticking up both of your middle fingers at him in case he didn’t get the memo. You then walked as quickly as you could through the sea of people, finally reaching Mindy. She was making out with Anika, which was to be expected.

“Hey,” you sighed, plopping down next to them. You chugged the rest of your beer and held the empty can in your lap, prepared to throw it at the guy if he came back.

Mindy pulled away from Anika, smiling and lovestruck. She turned to look at you, the smile quickly falling from her face as she took in your aura.

“Missing Sam?” she teased.

Just as you went to respond, the room went dark. Two hands wrapped over your eyes, hot breath fanning down your exposed neck. “Guess whooo,” an annoyingly familiar voice sang.

You almost gagged as you shook him off of you, the smell of his armpits burning your nose. You could hear him giggling behind you.

“Are you a waitress,” he said loudly, “be- because I’d like to give you my tip!”

The room filled with whistles and cheers. Fucking college kids.

You were about to say some less than kind words to him, but you noticed Tara heading up the stairs with some guy who looked equally as annoying as the one bothering you. Immediately, you, Mindy, and Anika Stood up to shut it down. You went to step forward, but the man grabbed you from where he stood behind the couch, fingers greedily digging into your waist. Mindy and Anika didn’t realize, too preoccupied with stopping a different weirdo. You were pulled back to the couch; knees buckling as you fell onto it.

Mr. Speedo jumped over the couch, landing partially on top of you as you tried to sit up. Panic flooded through you as he dipped his head and breathed in your scent.

“What the fuck! Get off of me you fucking pig,” you screamed at him. For some reason, he took that as some sort of a challenge. There was some sort of commotion happening around the two of you, distracting everyone from the obvious assault taking place on the couch.

You managed to push him away, scrambling off of the couch and falling to the floor. His laugh reverberated through your mind. As he went to chase you, a figure appeared. Faster than lightning, it punched the guy right in the nose before tasing him in the side. He fell back, groaning in pain.

“Touch her again,” said the voice of your girlfriend, tone ominous and even, “see what fucking happens,” she punctuated her words with another tase, this one directed at his balls.

Relief. All you could feel was relief as you lay on the floor, staring up at the love of your life. She turned away from the guy, kneeling next to you. Her hand fell to your head, checking for injuries like a worried mother.

“Did he hurt you? I’ll kill him,” she gritted through her teeth, “I’ll kill him.” She turned to go back to his writhing figure, but your hand shot up and gripped her wrist. “Don’t. I just want to go home,” you said defeatedly, sitting up and shifting your grasp to lace your fingers with hers. Her grip was intense, cutting off your circulation as she attempted to mask her anger.

She said your name, voice low. Her eyes were dark, a thin ring of brown around thick black spheres. Ripping off her jacket with speed, she forced you into it as if you were incompetent, zipping it all the way up. Her arm wrapped around you, fingers grasping you tightly and pulling you up.

Everyone was watching, phones recording the scene. The guy was still groaning as Sam calmly walked the both of you out of the dying party, the rest of your friends following in silence.

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No one spoke during the walk home. Tara fumed quietly behind you and Sam, who hadn't taken her hands off of you once. Your mind raced, replaying the scene of your girlfriend violently tasing a man in the balls for you. It was a conflicting feeling. On one hand, it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. On the other hand, it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. The conflict was the fact that you wanted her to do it again.

Sam unlocked the plethora of locks that sat outside of your shared apartment. It was muscle memory at that point, taking mere seconds to open the door. Everyone entered, scattering to avoid the ticking time bomb that was Samantha Carpenter. She closed and relocked the door.

“Go wait in our room,” she said tensely, “I have to speak with my sister.”

And so you did, walking like a kicked puppy to your room, stripping out of your tight costume and throwing on one of Sam’s hoodies before climbing into bed. You turned your head and inhaled her scent that rested on the pillow. The sheets and comforter warmed you pleasantly, taking all of the negative thoughts out of your mind and lulling you into a peaceful state.

At some point, you must've dozed off. Your eyelids fluttered open to the sound of your door closing and you watched in silence as Sam unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. Her shirt followed suit, soon replaced by her favorite comfy t-shirt of yours.

You pulled back the sheets, opening your arms as a sign for her to crawl into them. She smiled that soft, dopey smile that always made your mind melt before she flopped onto the mattress and rolled into your arms.

You threw the blankets over the both of you, arms wrapping around your favorite person. You dipped a hand beneath her (your) shirt and scratched her back in the way you knew she loved. She hummed in content, throwing a leg over you and burrowing into your neck.

For a while, all she did was breathe you in. She left little butterfly kisses on your neck and shoulder, holding you as tight as she could.

“I’m…” she broke the peaceful silence, “I’m having trouble dealing with tonight,” she mumbled into your neck. You continued to rub her back, moving your head to look at her. She lifted her eyes to yours, a silent storm brewing behind them.

“Talk to me about it,” you said, voice raspy with sleep, “what’s bothering you?”

Sam sighed deeply and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. “For starters, I told you I didn’t want you or Tara at that party,” her voice shook, “I leave you for not even an hour and someone else is trying to touch you; trying to take you from me. Don’t even get me started with Tara,” her fists clenched beneath the sheets as she shook her head. “I can’t think about her right now. This is about you. This is me addressing the fact that you did exactly what I told you not to do-”

“It wasn’t my-” you began, but she cut you off.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she said through her teeth, taking deep breaths to calm herself down and sitting up. “I don’t care who came up with the goddamn idea,” she wasn’t looking at you. “You left this apartment in that,” deep breath, “...outfit. That tight little top and skirt. It’s the middle of fucking fall in New York, y/n. You could’ve gotten sick. Everyone was looking at you, I saw it. He was looking at you and I think that if I could read minds, I would’ve really killed him. I would’ve done it in front of all of those people and that…” she paused, “that scares me.”

You listened in silence, absorbing every single word. Deep down you knew she was right. You knew she would’ve done it and that should’ve scared you… but it didn't. It didn’t scare you at all. What it did was far worse than that.

It happened quickly. You sat up and she looked over at you, worried that she’d scared you off. Her eyes were wild, scanning your face for any signs of fear. What she found there must’ve shocked her, she blinked in confusion. You crawled forward on the bed and climbed into her lap, thighs straddling her waist. Out of instinct, her hands fell to your ass.

You looked into her eyes, lids half mast and bottom lip trapped between your teeth. She watched in silence as your eyes traced over her face. Her perfect nose, those dark almond eyes. The way her top lip dipped down and formed her cupid’s bow.

Within seconds, your lips pressed into hers. It was slow and intentional, rocking like waves through an unruly sea. She tasted like everything good in the world; so uniquely Sam that it almost brought you to tears. You were starving for her, fingers lacing through the dark locks at the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to you. She ran her hands over your ass roughly, calluses rubbing against your bare skin as she slipped her hands beneath the hoodie.

You broke away from her, forehead resting against hers, noses brushing. Her eyes were still on your lips, so you leaned forward and tried to capture hers. She leaned back, keeping her lips just out of reach. Her eyes were droopy, drunk on you.

“I love you,” she whispered lowly, looking into your soul. She saw you for what you were. She saw all of you, the good and the ugly, and loved all of it.

You lifted your arms above your head as Sam pulled the hoodie from your body. You were left in nothing but a single thin layer of lace covering the space between your thighs. She grabbed the small of your waist, flipping the both of you over and laying you on your back against the comforter.

You spread your legs for her, letting her lay between them as she crashed her lips to yours. This time she was rougher, more demanding. Her teeth nipped at your lips with force, hands moving to grab at your tits.

You tilted your head up, lips disconnecting from hers as you groaned at the feeling of her rough palms against your nipples. She left wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking occasionally and marking you.

Her head lifted, eyes finding yours before pinching your nipples. She reveled in the moan you released, desperate and needy.

“Every single cell in your body belongs to me,” she rasped, watching her fingers as they pinched tighter. You nodded in agreement, hips twitching up against her.

She released the sensitive buds, sitting up on top of you and effectively pinning your hips to the mattress with her body weight. You shifted, propping yourself up on your forearms and watching as she ran her hands over your torso, nails scratching the skin there.

Your chest heaved with each breath, taking everything she gave you and wanting more. You knew better than to ask for it, she knew what you needed. She knew you inside and out; every inch of your body committed to memory.

“No one else gets to see you like this,” she informed you, watching as you nodded desperately. “Only you,” you groaned.

A smile spread across her face and she moved to lay between your legs, chin resting on her forearms that crossed over your hip bones. “That’s right, baby,” she praised, “only me.”

The sight of her laying there made a fresh wave of arousal wash over you, looking up at you with possessive eyes and so close to where you needed her the most. As you lifted your hips up, she pressed them back into the mattress with force.

“Sam, come on,” you whined, closing your eyes and throwing your head back in frustration, “please.”

She made no effort to move. “I’m still mad at you, y’know,” she sighed, moving her hand to trace circles on your skin. “Letting everyone see this perfect little body… letting them see what’s mine. Maybe you don’t deserve to be touched right now, hm?” she moved down, hands holding your thighs open at the crease where they met your legs. Her mouth hovered inches from your clothed cunt, breath hitting the wet lace and making you shudder.

“I don’t deserve it,” you admitted shakily, “...but I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

“You swear?” she smirked, placing a light kiss to your throbbing clit. “Mhm,” you nodded pathetically whilst trying to follow her mouth as she retracted. “Well,” Sam began, moving the material to the side, “if you swear…”

Her tongue flattened against the aching bud, roughly pushing against it before swirling around. You choked on a sob of relief, letting out a mantra of thank you’s as her lips wrapped around you, sucking with painful force.

“Fuck- too much, too much,” you warned, reaching down and holding onto her head. When you tried to pull her up, she let out a low warning sound before tearing the soaked cloth from your body and throwing it behind her.

She detached her mouth from you, lips glistening, and positioned her fingers at your entrance. “I thought this was what you wanted,” her eyebrows knitted together in mock confusion before she slammed into you without warning. You let out a loud moan that could surely be heard through the walls, clenching down on her fingers as your body attempted to adjust to the intrusion.

She fucked you with vigor, the sounds of your wetness reverberating throughout the room, making you feel a little dirty. Fingers still drilling into you, she sat back on her calves, watching you fight through the pain and pleasure.

“You’re so messy, baby,” she chided, “Making such a mess on my hand. Trying so hard to take everything I give you.”

Your moans were raw, eyes boring into hers and fighting to stay open. “Th- thank you, thank you I’ll- make it up- all up to you,” you mumbled through the haze.

“I know you will, my pretty girl,” she smiled encouragingly as she sped up her movements, reaching her other hand down to rub circles on your clit. “Tell me what I want to hear,” she ordered.

Your hands grasped the bed sheets impossibly tight, trying to focus on her words and holding back the tight coil that threatened to release. “I’m all yours,” you gasped out desperately, “only you- only you have m- fuck oh my fuck,” It was impossible to hold it in, but you managed to.

“You gonna cum? Hm?” Sam said in a sinister voice. “Gonna make an even bigger mess all for me?” You nodded so fast that she almost worried you’d give yourself whiplash.

Time was moving too slow. Her fingers curled against that spot only she knew, hitting it roughly over and over again. The tight circles she was making against your clit were perfect, not even you yourself could replicate them. All you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears, desperate gasps leaving your mouth, waiting for that one word.

“Cum,” the woman you worshiped murmured, eyes drinking in the sight below her.

Your thighs closed tightly around her hands as it hit you, but she forced them back open in a show of strength, moving to pin them open with her thighs. She was fucking you through it, watching as you shuddered violently and strained your neck. Her favorite part was prolonging the orgasm, making sure that it hit you hard enough to render you incoherent; a babbling mess.

She didn’t relent until you were begging her to stop, far too sensitive to take anymore. You lay limp against the sheets, head spinning and body numb. Sam climbed up the bed, laying down and pulling you into her. She maneuvered your body so that she could get the blankets back over the two of you as you twitched and let out little gasps.

“Good job,” she whispered, lips pressing to your sweaty head. “You did so good, baby.”

You were fighting to stay awake, wanting desperately to make her feel good too, but it was too hard. Your eyes wouldn’t stay open, limbs heavier than a bag of bricks. “It's okay,” your girlfriend assured you, watching your lashes flutter against your flush cheeks, “go to sleep.”

Before you shifted to the world of the unconscious, you whispered a weak, “I love you,” letting out a content little sigh.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #screamxi #scream #ghostface #gxg #wlw #lesbian #melissa barrera

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cjsmalley · 10 months

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Wished Away 5

Damian's First Cold:

The first time Damian got sick was an ordeal.

His parents fretted and worried, hovering, helping clear his little nose with a suction bulb.

It was just a cold, all the medical professionals agreed, but little coughs broke hearts.

The yetis refused to cure him, citing his immune system needing to develop, and his pediatricians could only treat the symptoms.

They shushed and they cooed; they walked and rocked him. They sang and cried with him.

Then Sam got sick as well.

She refused to stay down in bed.

Then Danielle got the cold as well. She at least had the sense to suffer in bed. But her powers went on the fritz. Which was when they discovered her own ice powers.

Danny and Tucker were near run off their feet and the Fentons and Mansons had to step in.

“I’m fine,” Sam protested from her bed, as everyone had relocated to the Mansons’ Mansion.

“No, honey, you’re not,” Jeremy replied, patting her back through a coughing fit.

“But Dani and Dami—”

“Are well in hand, Samantha,” Pamela arrived with soup, “they have their father, uncle, and both sets of grandparents. It’s okay to rest.”

Sam sagged back slightly, “Frostbite—”

“Is monitoring Danielle,” Pamela informed her simply, handing over the soup, “Doctor Peterson is on-call for Damian. Clockwork is handling the Realms for Daniel.”

“Fine,” she accepted the soup with some grace, “I want updates though; and I will get up if Danny goes down with this cold.”

“Understandable.

Thankfully, Danny never did get the cold and everyone was well enough a few days later.

The last holdout was Tucker, who isolated in his house so as not to infect anyone again.

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Marabelle

The Snake in the Garden

Chapter 6

Choices – The Royal Romance, an alternate universe

Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret?

Catch Up on previous chapters – Marabelle Masterlist

Main Pairing – Liam Rys x F!OC Sophia (Sophie) Taylor

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson

Most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo.

Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors.

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff.

Words – 2480

The Snake in the Garden, Chapter 6

Chapter Summary – Sophie joins the ladies of the court at the palace for the garden tea party hosted by Madeleine (the Queen in waiting). At the palace, secrets are revealed.

Music Inspiration - Tongue-Tied, Samantha Gibb, Love Me Like You Do, Jonah Baker, I Surrender, Claire Richards

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother.

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events.

A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #45, Prompt 2 - “Just leave. You’re good at that.” & Prompt 3 - “I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.”

Marabelle trotted at an effortless pace alongside the glistening water of the shoreline as Sophie sang along to a song playing through her ear buds.

‘I’d surrender everything’

‘To feel the chance to live again’

‘I reach to you’

‘I know you can feel it too’

Sophie softly touched her cheek remembering the birthday kiss from Prince Liam on the dance floor at the Beaumont Bash. To say she was delighted would be an understatement. Sophie was smitten. The attention the charming prince showered on her made her ‘weak in the knees’ and wanting more.

It was a beautiful and warm summer morning. The sun shone brightly, and the water glistened; it was going to be a sweltering day. Starting to feel the heat, she lifted her long hair off her shoulders to clip into a ponytail and decided to return to the estate for a shower.

As Sophie and Marabelle got closer to the estate, alongside the entrance to the stable, Sophie spotted Drake chatting with Maxwell and Daniel. She knew that Drake was at the estate for his weekly maintenance check on the stable and to set the weekly directions for the stable hands.

Maxwell and Daniel were enjoying their newfound friendship. Sophie shook her head with a smile knowing that the pair could eventually develop that friendship into something more. She was thrilled for them, knowing that their personalities would complement the others' well. Daniel’s laid-back ways will be a calming presence for Max, who she knew was searching for a life partner of his own.

The question was whether Daniel would ever plan a move from New York to Cordonia. She knew, like herself, he did not have family in the US and he had no commitments to hold him back. Sophie had felt guilty for leaving her dear friend behind and alone. He just needed a reason to join her. And he found it!

She was elated to see the relationship between Max and Daniel ignite at the Bash. Daniel, being such a sweet guy, deserved the attention of a well-meaning partner; a partner he could not find in New York. In her opinion, Max would fill that role perfectly.

Everything was going well with Sophie’s move. Settling into her new home easily, she was looking forward to a future in Cordonia. Her extended family was doing everything possible to make her feel comfortable and secure at the estate. In September, when she begins her studies at the university in the Capital, she will have Maxwell with her to show her around and be a guide as well.

Now that she was 18 and ‘legal’, Max had promised to take her into the Capital to a nightclub. She knew, however, that while Max’s intentions were well-meaning, his focus is shifted now to her best friend, Daniel. Sophie did not mind though, because in all honesty, her focus was now on a certain prince.

“Good morning, Squirrel!” Daniel sauntered over to greet her as Marabelle slowed to a stop.

“Hey Daniel, you are up and about early this morning.” Sophie dismounted and moved to give her best friend a hug.

Maxwell joined the pair, “’Squirrel’...I wish I would have thought of that nickname. It’s perfect for you!”

“Hi Max,” Sophie grinned. “Oh no, not you, too!”

“Beaumont, what is it with you? What is wrong with calling her Sophie?” Drake raised his brow and smirked at the look on Max’s face.

“Just because you do not have the gift of humor doesn’t mean I have to be silenced.” Maxwell replied back.

“You do realize you are calling your cousin a ‘bushy-tailed rodent’,” Drake countered.

“Ookay... this conversation is going sideways.” Sophie shook her head, reaching for Marabelle’s reins.

“Come on girl, let's get you a snack,” leading her horse towards the stable.

“That’s my cue. Wait up, Sophie, I will walk with you.”

Drake followed, first chuckling and mock punching Max’s arm.

Sophie and Drake walked together towards the stable, an awkward air of uncertainty between them.

After a few minutes, the chime of Drake’s phone broke the silence.

“You must be in demand today,” Sophie quipped.

“Yes, well, I am being called back to the palace.” Drake sighed slipping his phone back into his back pocket.

Sophie smiled softly, “duty calls.”

“I wanted to check up on the horses here before it gets too hot out today.”

Drake patted the side of Marabelle’s face, “how are we feeling, girl?”

“I am taking her back to her stall to give her some shade and treats,” Sophie grinned at her horse.

“I have to say that I am impressed. Marabelle settled in here at the estate quickly. I can tell she likes you.” Drake smiled, looking at Marabelle.

Sophie looked over at Drake, beaming, “awe, thank you.”

With Marabelle now in her stall, Sophie closed the gate, securing a bucket of apples and watermelon to the inside railing.

“I wish I could spend more time with you today, girl.” Sophie stroked the horse's nose as Marabelle happily munched on an apple piece.

Drake took off his hat and wiped his brow with a handkerchief.

“It is so hot out here. I would love nothing more than to jump in the lake. But I can’t.”

“Yes, and I need to jump in the shower and get ready. I am expected at the palace at 1 p.m. for the garden party.”

“A word of advice?” Drake looked at Sophie expectantly.

“Beware the ladies of the court. Do not trust any of them...they are a den of snakes.”

Maxwell snickered as he walked up, “Do not mind Drake, my cynical friend. They are not all particularly bad.”

“Well, what do I know?” Drake said with defiance.

“What my sister had to tolerate from those women, everything that I was afraid of happening, happened.”

“Will Savannah be at the garden party, Drake?” Sophie asked.

Drake laughed sarcastically, “not on your life.”

“But they are not like you, Squirrel.” Maxwell interjected.

Sophie looked between the pair. The garden party would be the first time she would be interacting ‘one on one’ with these same women today.

“Thank you for the vote of confidence, Max. I think?”

***

Cordonian Royal Palace Courtyard

Queen-in-waiting Countess Madeleine Amaranth, stood beside Queen mother Regina under the trellis personally greeting the ladies of the Royal court and invited guests to her inaugural garden tea party. Not sparing any expense, Madeleine was in her element, feeling superior in station and was not shy in showing it.

Sipping lemonade, Sophie sat with her Aunt Bethany, Duchess Adelaide and Princess Beatrice of Belgium. If anything, it was entertaining watching the interactions between the guests.

“Sophia, you are a delightful addition to court.” Adelaide was very inquisitive, noticing that Prince Liam had been paying a lot of attention to her the night of the Beaumont Bash.

Sophie politely smiled but stayed silent as Adelaide continued to drone on about nothing in particular.

“Well, I can tell you one thing, my dear. When I was young and beautiful, men always wanted me. No matter what. But now? It’s like I’m just invisible to them. And it's so infuriating!”

“Oh, I understand,” Princess Beatrice said, rolling her eyes.

“Adelaide, how is your husband, Godfrey? I have not seen him in the Capital for quite some time.”

Bethany inquired, raising her eyebrow.

At that, Sophie stood from the table, “please excuse me a moment. Auntie Beth, I am going to stretch my legs.”

As she travelled towards the terrace outside the palace, Sophie paused when she overheard her name being mentioned on the other side of the tall hedge.

“Pour qui se prend-elle? Pensant que le prince s’intèresserait à elle.”

(Who does she think she is? Thinking that the prince would be interested in her.)

Sophie peered through the branches and noticed Lady Kiara standing beside Lady Penelope next to a dessert table.

Penelope nodded her head in agreement and whispered loudly, “exactly! The nerve of that American.”

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Sophie turned to her left.

“Lady Sophia, you look lost.” Olivia grinned at Sophie’s expression of surprise.

“Why are you acting so surprised, Sophie? You should have expected this from Kiara and Penelope.”

Sophie frowned and responded, “What’s that supposed to mean, Duchess?”

“Oh, you will learn quickly on how to play their game,” Olivia replied with a mischievous smile.

Olivia, herself, was in the process of finding out information on the newest member of the court. Especially since she had also noticed that she had caught the eye of Prince Liam.

Sophie could only sigh in response. Although she had been included into the circle of ladies of the court, she still had to find her place in the court. To do that, she had a lot of information to discover.

After the awkward conversation, Sophie excused herself to enter the palace to freshen up and to temporarily escape from the hot Mediterranean sun.

Entering the sitting room, Sophie sat down on a sofa and pulled out her phone.

***

The leggy strawberry blonde opened the large ornate door to the Crown Prince’s private quarters. After spending the previous evening with Leo, she left her lover to leave the palace to return to her apartment in the Capital.

Veronica was bound by a Cordonian Arrangement, and a non-disclosure agreement, and spent several nights a week with Leo. Madeleine was well aware of his mistress and when she passed the future queen, she made no eye contact but held her head up high and smirked.

Madeleine stalked into the Royal suite in search of her betrothed. When she found him sipping his coffee on the veranda, she did not hold back her rage.

“Of all days, you must flaunt your trollip while I am hosting my garden party?"

“Oh, it's you? Why are you not at your party?” Leo sneered, daring Madeleine to respond.

Madeleine did not back down and scowled, “It is your duty to attend the party, as the future King, in the address to the court. Instead, you are fucking your whore! Some King you will make!”

Immediately standing, Leo slammed his cup against the table, smashing it.

“I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.” Leo seethed, slowly walking inside.

“I am Royal by birth, Countess. You do not presume anything!”

Leo continued to walk past Madeleine to enter his chamber and slammed the door behind him.

“Just leave. You’re good at that.” Madeleine shouted in response and stormed out of the Royal suite, incensed, to return to the garden party.

Entering the powder room next to the sitting room by the palace courtyard, Madeleine broke down. “You cannot do this to me Leo! You cannot embarrass me with your whore!”

“I should have known that you would flaunt your lovers, but I do not have to see it!”

Sitting down at the vanity, she wiped her tears, cursing herself for forgetting that her make-up bag was up in her room.

After over-hearing a commotion of angry words, Sophie stood and entered the powder room. She froze in place at the undeniable sound of a woman sobbing and crying out.

Madeleine stood up, hearing the door open behind her.

“You heard that?” she says aghast, looking at Sophie.

“Well, you know now, don’t you. I am the worst of fools.”

“Did I really just hear you say that?” Sophie asks, blinking.

“Oh Sophie, do not pretend to be shocked," Madeleine says, brushing back her hair with a trembling hand.

“To be involved with a Rys, means they hold all the cards. It is their birthright.”

“I will be Queen. That is what the Cordonian arrangement is for.”

To say that Sophie was overwhelmed would be an understatement. There was a mix of emotions affecting her in a perfect storm; stunned, terrified, puzzled, and doubt were combining to make her question her place in the court and her self-confidence.

Planning to rejoin the garden party, Sophie appeared from behind the column and walked swiftly away from the sitting room.

Still in the palace, Sophie turned and feeling flustered, she ran face first into a man’s broad chest.

"Whoa, whoa ...hey Sophie". Liam chuckled, holding her arms to slow her impact.

Looking up she was met with his kind, crystal blue eyes, but could not formulate a response. She was truly tongue-tied.

He released her, his hands lingering before pulling away. Sophie could feel her heartbeats pick up, her throat tighten.

As if he sensed her uneasiness Liam spoke first.

"Sophie, I uh... I wanted to ask if you would have time to meet with me and talk after the garden party. I want to get to know you better, and I can tell you've had a rough day."

He cleared his throat.

Sophie spoke quickly, "I would love to get to know you Liam, yes!"

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X-Files Musicals: Compilation (2023)

2023 was a big year for me; but crafting amvs for the first time (something I'd dreamed of doing for years) will forever be a treasured highlight.

And I'm not bothered in the least if no one else watches them-- they're my passion project! Mine, mine, mine!

~~~Musicals/Fan Vids/AMVs~~~

Fight Club (Finale)

A much-improved upon episode with a small musical number for each character.

My first edit. It's the sort of jank I don't revisit often (tinkered a little too much with it); but that avoidance doesn't diminish the sense of accomplishment that two weeks of constant obstacles and setbacks and eventual success still gives.

Fight Club: Finale Redone with Less Kathy Griffiths

What it says on the tin.

TINH: Scully’s Solo

I Dreamed a Dream got me right in the heart as a small child; got me again when Susan Boyle sang it; and still gets me every time I watch my own amv over and over and over again. ;)))

S2 Abduction: Mulder’s Torment

Beautifully done, if I do say so-- leaning into the dark side of Mulder's torment during Scully's Season 2 absence. "There is no curse or evil spell/That's worse than one we give ourselves," after all.

Drivin’ Right Along

Good ol' The Muppets chaos as Drive's Crump (Kermit) and Mulder (Fozzie) take on the open road.

Hungry: Everything Is Food/Our Town: Everything Is Food

Pulled this from the amazing Popeye movie: small towns and burger obsessions are a universal invariant.

Krycek and Marita: Loathe to Love

I had to use "You're My Little Chu-Chi Face" from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, I had to.

Syzygy: Everything You Can Do I Can Do Better

This really is a perfect fit for that whole fiasco, isn't it? (Also, really proud of how I utilized Mulder and Scully's bicker in the hallway~.)

Mulder and Samantha: Miracle of Miracles

Fiddler on the Roof's first debut; and my own special, transformative twist on the Tailor's triumphant love song.

Amor Fati: If I Never Knew You

A wonderful find from @welsharcher-- gotta throw in some romantic Disney tunes sooner or later! (And it turned out magnificently, if I do say so myself.)

Arcadia: People Will Say We’re in Love

Although Scully's singing sections had to be pared down, this little vid came together quite nicely in the end~.

Scully, Far from the Home She Loves

Second Fiddler on the Roof song-- tried to create this in the style of a loosely told travelogue.

CSM and Diana: The Riddle

The drama of The Scarlet Pimpernel cannot be denied; but it was so much fun to take one of the songs then craft it around Diana and CSM with Mulder caught in the middle (..."OF OOOOOOOOOOONE LONG, TREACHEROUS RIDDLE!")

The Mulders: Sunrise, Sunset

The last of the Fiddler on the Roof amvs. This time, we focus on Bill and Tena Mulder-- to great effect, I hope.

~~~ Proud of all of them! ~~~

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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As time goes by | Chapter 12: Tuning practice

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.7k

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Chapter Summary: After being away from each other and out of synch for so long, would you and Eddie be able to find your rhythm again? Would everything that has happened impact you when you try to get back together?

Shades of gray colored the sky that morning, and the raindrops fell in a steady, rhythmic pattern that you matched unconsciously, bouncing your leg. When you heard the faint sound of a car engine and saw Steve’s car approaching, you took a deep breath, glad he arrived before Eddie left his trailer.

Steve opened the passenger door from inside the car, and you hurried inside. He seemed eager and excited for the day ahead. He turned to you and flashed you a grin. “Ready to start the last months of high school suffering?”

You, however, weren’t quite as enthusiastic as he was, fidgeting your fingers nervously with a worried expression. “I’m happy that it’s almost over, but I’m nervous about returning,” you admitted, “I’m so tired of this.”

“No, no, there is no space for self-pitty here, little lady,” he frowned, “Let me help put a smile on your face.”

He then picked a music tape, put it into the car radio player, and when he pressed play, “Don’t stop me now” by Queen started to play, and he began to sing at the top of his lungs, making funny facial expressions. It wasn’t like the great sensation you had when you and Eddie sang along with the songs when riding together, but those were memories lost to the past, and you had to learn to appreciate what you had now.

“You learned the lyrics!” you exclaimed. You’ve been trying to make Steve like some of your favorite songs and books while he was trying to make you understand some of the sports he liked. You thought it wasn’t working for any of you, so seeing that he actually was playing and singing a song you liked surprised you.

“C’mon, sing with me!”

And as the radio blared the song, you two began to let loose and have fun, singing and dancing along to the music. You couldn’t help but smile and feel better, surrounded by Steve’s carefree energy. When you arrived, Steve hopped out of the car, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. “Here we are again.”

“I can’t face them again, Steve. I just can’t.” You could feel your breathing getting faster.

Steve’s face softened in understanding, and he put a comforting arm around you. “Breath in… breath out… don’t worry, we’ll get through this together."

He followed you to your class, and the confidence you were feeling vanished as he left for his class. You sat at your desk and braced yourself, waiting for the moment of pain to come.

But Samantha entered the class later, alone and seeming very angry. You waited, but Eddie did not appear. He was also not at his table during lunchtime. When you came back home after work, you saw that his van was parked next to his trailer, but his bedroom light was off. And every day, you waited anxiously for him to appear, but he was nowhere to be seen. You knew something was off when Gareth told you that Hellfire was canceled, as they had not heard anything from Eddie.

You walked timidly to his trailer, knocking softly at the door. As the door opened, you said, in a low voice,

“Hey, uncle Wayne… what about I make you some dinner?”

You were barely visiting uncle Wayne since this whole situation started, and you knew it wasn’t fair. Uncle Wayne has always been nothing but exceptional for you, but you also shut him off when you began avoiding Eddie, so you were afraid of how he would react.

“Nothing would make me happier, kiddo! I’m so happy to see you!” he said, pulling you into a hug. Uncle Wayne was a sweet soul and deserved much better than the world offered him.

He seemed very interested in knowing everything that has happened to you and was incredibly excited about your college applications, celebrating as if you had already been accepted. Most of dinner preparation time was spent on him getting up-to-date about your life. As you ate, you asked the question that had been burning in your mind the whole week.

“Uncle Wayne… where’s Eddie?”

He let out a weary sigh. “I don’t know.” He added when he noticed your terrified expression. “He is fine; he calls me almost every day to tell me he is okay... but no word on where he is or when he is coming back home.”

Gone. Eddie was gone. You could feel your stomach drop to your feet. “But what happened?”

“I should be the one asking this question, kiddo. I’ve never seen you two more unhappy than in the last few months. And it seems that all you do is run away from things. I feel I’m losing you both, and I’m afraid you’ll end up not finding your way back to each other.”

You didn’t want to admit to Wayne that maybe it was already a lost cause. So instead, you tried your best to change the topic of the conversation.

Back in your home, you were staring at your bedroom ceiling. You couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. About moments you had with him, fun weekends in the woods, the day you twisted your ankle, and he carried you home, the lazy afternoons in the lake, the day he taught you how to swim, the way his smile lit up his face, the sound of his laugh, the way his eyes sparkled when talking about something he was passionate about. But now he was out in the world, and you had no idea where he was, how he was, and when, or if, he was coming back.

Every day you sat at your desk, your fingers nervously tapping your notebook while your eyes kept glancing towards the door, hoping he would walk in any minute. But he never did. It had been a long time since you had seen him, and your anxiety grew with each passing day.

One day, at a class’ end, Samantha came to you. “What did you do to my boyfriend? Where is he?”

The last thing you needed was her making your life worst. “Just fucking leave me alone! If you don’t know, maybe you are not as important as you think.”

It was a bluff, you made it sound as if you knew where he was, but you were as in the dark as she was, but it felt good to shove past her with a winning feeling.

“Do you think he dropped out of school? He’ll fail the school year if he keeps missing classes.” Steve seemed concerned.

“Who cares about school? I’m worried that something has happened to him! Why if he fell ill? Or had an accident?

“But Mr. Munson told you he is still calling, saying he is okay, right?”

“Yes,” you murmured. But your mind still raced, imagining possibilities, each scenario more terrifying than the other. You’ve tried to focus on your schoolwork, but your mind kept drifting back to him.

“Oh Steve, forget everything I’ve said before. I would gladly suffer seeing him with Samatha again if that meant I would see him again and know he is okay. Not seeing him, not knowing how he is… is way worse than I thought.” you buried your face in your hands, feeling the tears in your eyes as you felt your whole world spinning out of control.

Steve was worried about you, as you weren’t eating or sleeping properly. While he was happy that you still trusted him to confide in him and did his best to reassure you, he knew he was not doing a great job easing your worries.

Days turned into weeks, and your anxiety became a constant gnawing feeling in your stomach. You felt like you were in a perpetual state of limbo, waiting for something good to happen or for him to return. The fact that you got a rejection letter from one of the colleges and the refusal of financial aid for another one, leaving you with only one option remaining, didn’t help your situation and just made you feel sadder.

“Jesus, you are so pale. Are you sick? I’m worried about you.” Nancy was holding your hand in the cafeteria, Jonathan looking at you with his doe eyes filled with concern. Then, finally, Steve arrived with the juice he bought you but got scared when he noticed your lips turning white.

“Are you feeling faint?”

You tried to say yes, but you could not find your voice. Steve put his arm around your waist and pulled your arm over his shoulder, carrying you out of the cafeteria while you squeezed your eyes shut as if it could diminish the shame you felt.

He took you home, and a couple of moments later, he set a plate of food on the table before you. You were going to refuse, but he started:

“Eat. And you will hear me now. That’s it. I’m tired of seeing you like this; it’s not healthy. Everyone misses you; you seem like your head is always elsewhere, and you keep trying to push everyone away. We are worried about you.”

You focused on eating, knowing you were guilty of everything he accused you of.

“You are not alone; we all love and care about you. We’ll talk with the school counselor if things don’t improve. I just need you to take better care of yourself, okay? If you can’t do it for your friends…” He took a deep breath, “If you can’t do it for me… do it for Eddie, okay? He would hate to see you like this”.

You would reply that Eddie didn’t care, but you didn’t want to argue with Steve. He waited until you finished eating and took you to your bedroom, tucking you in and kissing your forehead.

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll call you later, or maybe I’ll stop by. So just take care, please.”

Later that day, a knock on your main door woke you up. You were unsure how long you’d slept, wondering if you slept too much or if Steve came too early to check on you.

When you opened your door, you could feel your heart racing and your breath caught in your throat. Eddie was standing in front of you with a bag on his side. He looked thinner than you remembered, and the dark circles under his eyes looked like purple bruises, but It was still your Eddie, still as charming and handsome as ever. Relief flooded through you, and upon seeing him, you felt like you could breathe again.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him - all the fear you felt in those weeks of him being away finally melting away. Eddie’s eyes sparkled as he took in the sight of you, and you could feel his gaze roaming over your face and body. He stood there, looking at you with a mix of guilt and happiness. He knew he had been gone for too long without contacting you, and he felt terrible for making you worry. But at the same time, he was thrilled to be back.

You hugged each other tightly, and you could feel Eddie’s arms around you, holding you close, his lips brushing against your hair and forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. You had a million questions for him but held your tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“You look okay.” you broke the silence.

“I’m glad to hear that you give a shit about it.” he chucked.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, kay?” you giggled, holding him tighter.

“If I knew that this was how you would welcome me back… I would have returned sooner. I was ready to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.”

“I’m still mad as hell with you, Eds, don’t throw that idea away.”

“As you wish, m’lady. I’ve been full of shit recently, and I’m so sorry,” he said in a broken voice.

You saw Uncle Wayne coming out of his trailer “Edward Munson, don’t you dare put me through this again!” his slurred voice matching his emotional facial expression.

“He needs you now more than I do. Be kind to him. And apologize.” you encouraged him to go to Wayne.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“So you are just forgiving him? Simple as that?” Steve frowned with frustration.

“We haven’t spoken much yet, but I don’t want to hold resentment.”

“You should. I wish I could show him how you were when he was gone, so he could see the damage he has done,” he said bitterly.

You took his hand and stroked your thumb on it. “Hey, don’t be mad, okay? Well, think he will forever owe you one for caring for me…” you shyly looked down. “I know that I will never be able to repay you for all you’ve done and still do for me.”

“You are worth it. He is not.”

“So you are still not coming to The hideout with me today, are you?”

“I’m not stupid. I know you don’t really want me there. That’s okay.”

Corroded Coffin finally got its first gig, and Eddie was overjoyed. It was on a Tuesday night, and most of the crowd would be family’ of band members, but Eddie didn’t care. He and the boys were rehearsing like crazy, and he couldn’t stop talking about it. He was thrilled that you accepted to go and that Wayne could negotiate to enter late on his shift that day to watch Eddie playing. He hasn’t mentioned anything about Samantha recently, and you haven’t seen them together, so you were hoping not to see her there.

As the night came, you got dressed and ready, and just as you were going to knock on his door, he opened it.

“Wow, nice outfit,” he said, looking at you head to toe.

“Don’t lie to me” you shot him a look, trying to see if it was a genuine compliment or if he was just being ironic.

“No, no, sweetheart. Actually ...” he seemed to be struggling for the right word. “You look ... sexy.”

You laughed out loud. “Right.”

“Very sexy, really. I mean it.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored him, helping to load the van with the items he was taking and again when you stopped at Gareth’s house to pick up the drums. When you arrived at The hideout, while the boys stayed backstage to get things ready, you searched for a good table for you and Wayne.

Eddie was right; other than their families, there were only a few other customers in the bar. Gareth’s mother asked you and Wayne to sit at the same table that she was with her husband and Gareth’s cousin, Marc.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be studying?” you asked him.

“And lose the chance to see my boy playing his first gig out of school grounds? No way!” he smiled.

You remembered seeing Marc acting like a proud dad at the school presentations the boys did before. The first time you saw him, you were a tiny twelve-year-old, and although he was only 3 years older, he already looked like a man. You wanted to ask him about the college - he is a student at the same college that you were still waiting for a response. If you got accepted, maybe he could help you with some tips, but you didn’t want to tell anyone about it yet, afraid you would get another rejection letter.

As you waited for the show to start, beer bottles were consumed. Even Wayne drank a bit - but not much, as he would work later. And you were not sure if it was the adrenaline, the love, or the alcohol, but you were not ready for what you felt when Corroded Coffin finally started playing.

Eddie was drop-dead gorgeous, like a living greek statue for you to enjoy. You couldn’t help but admire how he moved on stage and played his guitar like a god and his passion for his music. His curly hair, wet with sweat, framed his face so perfectly, and his eyes were so full of excitement and warmth. Every time Eddie looked at you, you felt your heart skip a beat. He gave you that smile you always saw on his face when you hung out and that you hadn’t seen in a while.

You knew that you were falling deeper in love with him. Hearing him singing, and watching his fingers move, was hypnotizing. What you’d give to have Eddie’s hand on you! When you thought the gig was over, they came back on stage.

“There is just one more song I want to play tonight, and this is probably the most important one for me; I hope you don’t mind.”

And just with the first notes, you recognized it. He started playing “Still loving you” by Scorpions. It reminded you of when he tried to teach you to play it, the several nights you spent hearing the tape he made for you, and now you were hearing it live, in all its glory. He was singing and playing it with his eyes closed, and you couldn’t take your eyes away from him.

Until it came to the last part of the song, where he opened his eyes and looked straight into yours while singing,

“Yes, I’ve hurt your pride, and I know what you’ve been through. You should give me a chance; this can’t be the end! I’m still loving you…”

“Holy shit,” you murmured, holding the table to keep your balance - you were sure you would pass out, as you were not emotionally equipped to process that.

After the concert, you let the others make their way backstage first, as everyone was eager to congratulate the boys, and some, like Wayne, had to leave soon. Your heart swelled with excitement when you finally saw him, and as soon as he realized you were headed for him, a smile lit up his face, and you couldn’t help but run up to him and give him a big hug. He felt a wave of relief, and when you got to him, he squeezed you tight and lifted you off your feet for a second.

While the parents went home, you and the boys stayed longer at The hideout, drinking more to celebrate. You talked about the concert, how much fun it was, and how great they sounded - when you decided to call it a night, everyone except for Marc was way too drunk.

“Hey, do you want me to take you home? There’s a seat for you in my car if you want,” Marc offered.

“That’s very nice of y-” you started but were suddenly interrupted by Eddie, who licked your face from chin to hairline. “That’s gross, Eds!” you complained, smacking at him, but he dodged out of the way.

“She’s with me, man, don’t worry,” He told Marc while laughing and getting close to you again. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, unable to keep from laughing with him and thinking that his arms wrapped around your shoulder nicely.

You said your goodbyes at the parking lot and rode back with Eddie, still talking about how fun the night was. When you arrived, he took your hand, an invitation without words to follow him to his trailer - and his hand served as a guide as you were stumbling around, having a hard time walking straight.

As you entered his bedroom, he asked, “So you really don’t hate me, right?”

You leaned your head all the way back to look at the ceiling while laughing bitterly. “Why would I? We’re friends!”. Hate is the opposite of what you feel for him.

“But you should,” he murmured.

A side effect of drinking too much is that it makes people less inhibited, and while you knew you should control your tongue, you didn’t. You opened your arms dramatically, shaking your head in drunken disdain.

“Oh, but it was super easy for me to see you with someone else. Of course, because we are frieeeeends,” you dragged the word out as long as possible, your voice laced with irony.

“Look, I know I fucked things up. I messed up really badly. But would you understand if I said I was just being stupid because I didn’t know what to do, and things escalated too quickly?”

He hesitated and then spoke as he chose his words with ultimate care.

“I don’t remember anything of my life without you, do you get it? You are such a part of me… that it scared me when I thought I would lose you. I thought It would hurt less if I left you before you did.”

“Bullshit!” you yelled bitterly at him.

“Jesus, this is not going as I planned. I shouldn’t have drunk; I can’t think straight.”

“Eddie! What the fuck?”

“I know it’s no excuse, but… see, I started spending time with Sam, and you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even notice that things have changed. So I kept going, hoping you would notice and care about me as much as I care about you, but it didn’t happen. Then that day you came to my house, and I believed that you would demand to know what was going on, that you finally came after me, that maybe you were feeling as crazy and terrified as I was feeling… but then you said it was a mistake. I always wondered if you’d ever come chasing after me, but I got my response that day.”

His words were flowing so fast that you had to concentrate on catching them all.

“And then you thought it would be okay to continue with her?” you challenged him, raising your eyebrows.

“You started dating King Steve; what the fuck you wanted me to do?”

“For Christ’s sake, Eddie, stop making stupid assumptions about my life and start talking to me!! I’m not dating Steve.”

“I know better now; I told you I was stupid.”

“And then you simply disappeared.”

“I knew things were wrong, but Samantha was putting too much pressure on me, so I needed some time alone to think. And it was excruciating, but I was too much of a coward to come back and face you, so I kept running away.”

You struggled, trying to find the right words to free him but failing. You didn’t want to be the reason he felt guilty or anguish.

“Please, sweetheart, let me say it: I owe you an apology. No, I owe you much, much more than that. There is no excuse for what I made you go through, and I’ll try to make it up to you my whole life, and it probably won’t be enough. But that won’t stop me from trying.”

You were too shocked to be able to formulate a response.

“It was so fucking hard… to be away from you.” his eyes were a mix of intensity and gentleness.

“I didn’t like... not seeing or spending time with you.” You blushed hard while saying it out loud.

Eddie chucked, and you laughed nervously, looking down. He pulled a strand of his hair to hide his face behind. He was smiling so beautifully that your heart felt like it would burst through your chest.

He grabbed your chin and pushed it up to look into your eyes. Your laughter trailed off quietly. Something about how he was looking at you, his curls framing his face so perfectly and so close to you, made you feel something more, your heart pounding frantically.

Eddie took a half step closer, putting his hands on your waist, and you felt his body pressing against yours. You gasped, consumed by hormonal lust and the desperate way you love him. There was nothing in the world that you wanted more than him. You began to feel optimistic, but he pulled away slightly. You still tried to move forward to close the gap, but you felt his hand stopping you. He touched your forehead with his and said.

“No. You’re drunk; it doesn’t count. I don’t want it to be like this. If we ever do this, I want you to be 100% conscious and to be because you want it, not due to an impulse, not because you are angry, drunk, or lonely. I want to do things the right way with you.”

You wanted to protest, but the rejection was still burning within you. He ran his hand gently across your face, and you leaned forward. You kept your face resting between his shoulder and his hand, and having them on your cheeks felt good, even more so when his thumbs stroked over your cheekbones. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

He then laid down on his bed with a groan. You stood there, frozen for a couple of seconds. “Why are you standing? Come lay down.” He said, patting the empty spot next to him.

You slowly got on it, putting your head on one of his pillows, when he shifted much closer to you. You turned to face him, looking at each other, smiling, while he slowly caressed your hair.

“What?” you asked when noticing that he was staring at you.

“Nothing,” he replied, grinning widely at you like an idiot.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked again.

“You really have no clue how beautiful you are, do you?” you were shocked at the words that came out of his mouth. His actions and words seemed not to match at all, and the confusion hurt your head.

“You. don’t. Want. Me.” you tried to emphasize the words to sound angry, but it just made you sound drunker than you are.

“Believe me, all I want right now is to rip your fucking clothes off. But I won’t. You are desperate, and that makes people do all kinds of crazy things. I know that.”

“I know what I want. Please,” you whispered breathlessly, and in a shot of courage, you pulled him closer by his shirt, your heartbeat picking up speed.

He hugged you tighter, his lips at your ear, his voice like melting honey. “This is so fucking unbearable. Do you know how hard it is trying to refuse you when you plead with me like that?”

“Then don’t.” You could feel your heart racing, your palms getting sweaty, and your mind running a million miles a minute.

His hand cupped your face while his other arm tightened your waist. You felt a thrill of victory, but it was short-lived as he took a deep breath, and his hand settled on your lower back while your foreheads leaned against each other.

“Not like this. Not tonight.”

You exhaled with a loud huff. “It’s not like you have to protect my virtue, Eds.”

He was seriously anxious. “I told you I want to do things right with you. So don’t tempt me; please don’t make it harder than it is.”

You were scared that this would be no more than drunken nonsense whispered in the dead of night, waiting to be lost when morning came.

“Eddie? I kind of want to punch you.”

He smiled wider, playing with the hair behind your ear, and kissed your forehead. “If that will make you happy, go ahead, sweetheart,”

He got to a more comfortable position in bed, bringing your hand to his lips before placing it over his chest, right above his heart, and you could feel how fast it beat. Okay, you could be a good girl if it was Eddie who was asking you to be.

“Go to sleep,” he said softly. His hand brushed the loose strands of your hair off your forehead. He was still stroking your hair when you finally fell asleep.