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Fall Into Me - Chapter Eight: We'll Dance in the Street like Nobody's Watching

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, unprotected p in v, flirting, dads being dads. Two idiots falling in love and finally fucking admitting it. Joel is his own warning. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad and Joel uses various terms of endearment (darlin', sweetheart, etc.).

This chapter includes the scene that sparked the entire story idea. I've been patiently waiting for it to see the light of day. hope you enjoy!

Thank you so much to everyone who reads this self-indulgent story and extra thanks to those who comment and/or reblog - you all make me feel like a rock star!

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Chapter Seven | Main Masterlist

“So, how was it?” Grilling you for the past twenty minutes, Emily was relentless in her pursuit to find out just how good Joel was in bed, after congratulating you on the new job, of course. “Come on! I need to know!”

“Alright, alright! I had no idea you were such a needy bitch. Is your hubby not dicking you down enough or what?” you laughed before regaling her with tales of Joel’s prowess.

“I fuckin’ knew he’d be big and know how to use it! He just gives off that BDE, ya know what I mean? Just how big are we talkin’, anyway?”

Rolling your eyes, you laughed again. “Well, I didn’t fucking measure it, but it’s a definite handful. Besides, you’ve never even met him, Em! How could you possibly get that vibe?”

“I’ve seen photos and heard stories, that’s more than enough to pick up on that sorta thing,” Emily replied with the confidence of someone who damn well knows what she’s talking about. “I need to know more. Gimme all the details!”

“Yeah, yeah. Speaking of BDE, I gotta finish getting ready. Joel said he had something special planned for tonight to celebrate me getting the teaching job.”

“I bet he does. You’re gonna get another deep dicking from that huge—”

“Bye Em!” you cut her off and hit end call before she could carry on anymore.

Tossing the phone on your bed, you finished putting a light layer of makeup on, putting in a little more effort to look good tonight. Ten minutes later, dressed in a pair of dark, fitted jeans and a dark blue, long-sleeve, vee neck shirt that showed just a touch of cleavage, you wandered out to the living room.

“Alright Dad, I’m off. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Leaning over the back of his recliner, you press a kiss to his balding head.

“Have fun on your date and be careful, Spud. Call me if you need a ride home or anything,” he replied, patting your hand. You turned to leave, grabbing a light jacket from the hook by the door just in case, when your dad’s voice carried from the living room. “It’s funny, Joel told me he has a date tonight, too.”

Freezing for a moment, you squeak, “Oh, yeah?”

“Uh huh. Quite a coincidence me thinks.” He paused again, but you were at a loss for words and grateful that he couldn’t see your expression. “Enjoy your night, kiddo.”

Knowing a dismissal when you heard one, you take off through the door. Your mind raced on the short drive to Joel’s. He knows. Your dad so knows. You start to panic for a moment wondering if he’s upset before the realization hits that he didn’t seem remotely mad about it. More like he got a kick out of the idea and enjoyed teasing you. You and Joel had to fess up very soon, but that was a tomorrow problem. Tonight was meant to be all about you and Joel.

Walking through the front door, you expected to find Joel in the living room or kitchen, but the downstairs was empty. Lugging your overnight bag up the stairs, you thought maybe he’d be in his room or the bathroom still getting ready, but again, no sign of him. Where the hell was he?

Making your way down the stairs, you peeked out the window to make sure you didn’t imagine his truck in the driveway when you parked – it was there, right next to your car. He had to be around here somewhere. The sound of soft music hit your ears suddenly. Following the sound, you slipped out the back door and gasped.

A soft glow spread across the yard from lights strung from tree to tree, a plaid tablecloth covered the patio table on which sat a vase of brightly colored tulips, an open bottle of pinot noir, two stemless wine glasses, and two covered plates. Just beyond the patio, a hammock hung between two large live oaks with another set of string lights dangling above it. As your eyes took it all in, Joel stood off to the side watching you with a warm smile.

“Joel,” you whispered, afraid to disturb the dream-like quality of the moment, his name a drawn-out breath in the air when you finally turned to him. His dark eyes glinted from the string lights as he stepped forward out of the shadows, one hand stretched out towards you. There was no hesitation in reaching for him and you clung to each other for a few minutes before he stepped back to pull out a chair for you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, settling into the seat. When Joel took his place across the table from you, you added, “This is so lovely, Joel.”

A bashful smile graced his lips as he removed the covers from the plates and filled the wine glasses. Your gaze soaked in every little movement he made, in awe of the gorgeous man before you and all he’d done to make this evening special. Holding his glass up, he toasted to you. “Here’s to your new job and the start of a very rewarding career. Congrats darlin’.”

Clinking your glass against his lightly, you beamed at him. He looked so handsome, thick curls pushed back away from his face, tanned skin glowing in the soft lighting. “Thank you, Joel.” Already buzzing from the way he made you feel, you sipped lightly at the wine before digging into the meal before you.

Bursts of flavor hit your palette at the first bite, the chicken cooked to perfection and the sun-dried tomatoes adding just the right tang to the red pesto coating the rigatoni. A soft moan escaped before you caught it, cheeks heating up with the way Joel looked at you with hooded eyes.

“I reckon you like it?” he asked, a teasing lilt to his gravelly voice.

“This may be the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, Joel. Did you make this?” You took another bite, savoring the flavors that exploded in your mouth.

“Mmhmm. It’s my mama’s recipe, she made it a lot when we were younger, and it’s always been my favorite. I’m glad you like it.” He watched you enjoy another forkful, obviously proud.

“I don’t just like it, Joel. This is fuckin’ delicious. I didn’t know you could cook like this!”

His cheeks turned pink as he cleared his throat. “I can’t, usually. I practiced a lot with this one.” That melted your heart further.

You ate your fill, making small conversation between bites, until your wine glass was empty, and your belly satisfied. Joel poured you another glass, which you sipped leisurely as he cleared the table and placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher for later. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger.

“Dance with me?” he said upon his return outside, voice deep and gravelly as he plucked the glass from your hand and placed it on the table.

“I’d love to,” you replied softly, lips tilted upwards in a sweet smile. Holding his left hand out, Joel helped you to your feet and let you off the patio.

A new song began, volume a little louder now, and you stepped closer to him. A warm buzz spread through your veins when Joel pulled you against his broad chest, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other bent to hold your hand over his heart. You could feel the thump of his heartbeat beneath the green flannel he wore as he swayed you slowly around the grassy yard, careful to not stray too close to the pool.

Nothing ever felt as right as being there in Joel’s arms, dancing in the yard like the world beyond the fence didn’t exist. Your feelings for this man were overwhelming, growing deeper each and every day – hell, each and every second was more like it – and that four-letter word bubbled in your throat. You swallowed it down, settling your head against Joel’s shoulder, eyes closed and focused on the moment.

Joel’s chin tilted downward, nudging against the side of your face, his lips near your ear, and his breath sent delightful chills down your spine when he began to sing softly.

“Fall into me and I’ll catch you, darlin’. We’ll dance in the street like nobody’s watching. It’s just you and me and the song on repeat in my head, playing over and over…”

My god, how could you not fall in love with this incredible man?

The intimacy of it all brought tears to your eyes as your fingers threaded through the hair at the back of his head. Stomach alight with the flutter of too many butterflies, the urge to speak from your heart became too much, you could hold back no longer.

“I love you, Joel.”

You loved him.

What did he ever do to deserve something like that?

Heart clenching deep in his chest, Joel guided you to the hammock, music still carrying softly through the air. With amazing finesse, he settled you both on the hanging fabric, bodies snuggled together until you nearly became one.

He ached to say the words back to you, but they kept getting stuck in his throat. Instead, he settled for showing you how he felt, just like he did with dancing and singing in your ear – he could have written that song for how relatable it was to the feelings you brought out in him. Dark eyes stared into yours as his hands moved over your body, pulling you impossibly closer.

I love you, his lips said as they pressed heatedly against yours.

I love you, his tongue said as it licked softly into your mouth to tangle delicously with yours.

I love you, his hands said as they touched you with utter reverence.

I love you, his body said as he pressed it tightly against yours, trying in vain to crawl beneath your skin.

Joel kissed you with singular focus until you were both breathless and overwrought with need.

“Take me to bed, Joel,” you whispered when he finally tore his lips from yours. “I need to feel every bit of you.”

Your angelic voice music to his ears, he scrambled from the hammock, scooping you up in his muscled arms to carry you inside and up to his bedroom. His mind occupied by one thing and one thing only – making love to you until you knew every part of him and he knew every part of you – the string lights and last bit of wine were left forgotten in the yard.

Loving the way you clung to him, Joel swept through the house and up the stairs with an urgency he’d not felt before.

His lips moved to brush down your neck, nipping at the tender skin as he went. Once in his room, he closed the door even though you were the only two there. Joel kissed each new patch of skin bared as he removed your clothes until you were completely naked. Easing you back onto his unmade bed, a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest when your fingers slid along his scalp and tugged on his hair. Fucking lord did he love how you touched him.

“Fuck, I need to taste you, pretty girl.”

He’d never seen anyone or anything more beautiful in his life as your naked body writhed on his bed, eager and yearning for his touch, and Joel knelt to worship at the altar of you.

Starting at your delicate feet, Joel’s fingertips traced every inch of you until he reached the apex of your thighs. Leaning forward, he let the scruff of his facial hair tickle along the flesh of your inner thighs, pressing open-mouth kisses along the soft skin as he went. Grinning as you trembled, he met your wide gaze as he leant forward, tongue exploring your folds.

The first taste of you set his soul on fire. Sweet like honey yet more addicting and thrice as satisfying, Joel licked at your clit, tongue occasionally dipping down into you, slurping greedily at the very essence of you.

He couldn’t have thought of a more delicious dessert.

His movements elicited sensuous moans that shot straight to his cock, his jeans quickly becoming too tight and uncomfortable. Seeking a little relief, his hips began grinding against the mattress as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, fingers soon assisting his tongue in driving you mad. Just when he thought he might blow his load in his jeans, again, you came, crying his name out, the syllables drawing out in a beautiful, lyrical drawl. Working you through it, Joel drank down every bit of your release like a thirsty man in the desert.

“Fuck, darlin’. You taste fuckin’ delicious. I could live here, between your legs, for the rest of my life, surviving on just you.” Joel stood as he spoke, gazing down at your blissed out form on his bed as he tore off his clothes, one large hand palming his cock before he practically dove into bed with you.

“You’re too good at that, Joel Miller,” you said, the words falling lazily from your lips as you recovered from the singularly intense orgasm. Swooping down, Joel kissed you passionately, offering you a taste of yourself lingering on his tongue.

Letting his body continue to do the communicating for him, Joel shifted his hips, grinding gently against you while his mouth devoured yours. Groaning as your nails scratched down his back, he reached a hand down to guide his cock toward its home in your pussy. Dark eyes opened wide, Joel watched your face as he entered you, delighting in the scrunch of your nose and the way your eyes squeezed shut before popping open again at the sensation of him splitting you open.

With long, slow, oh so deep, strokes, Joel made love to you, telegraphing the depth of his feelings in the only way he knew how, until you were writhing in pleasure beneath him. Afterwards, he cleaned the mess between your thighs and held you close until you fell asleep with your head resting on his chest. Only then, did he finally whisper the words he longed to say all night. “I love you, too.”

Joel stayed awake for a while, listening to your gentle snores and the soft sighs you made in your sleep. He loved that you let your guard down with him, that he was the man who got to hold you while you slept. In the darkness of night, Joel made himself a promise that he would not fuck this up before falling into a deep sleep of his own.

His dreams were particularly vivid, the sensation of your mouth around his cock so strong he’d swear it was real. He’d never experienced your mouth around him like that before, though, so it couldn’t be real. Joel let his dream-self enjoy every moment, your lips around his shaft and tongue teasing the throbbing vein along the underside of his cock a divinity he’d never known before. At one point you took him so deep that a loud, guttural moan escaped his lips, hands clenching in your hair.

Eyes popping open, the moan carried on, rumbling from deep within Joel’s chest as he glanced down to find you feasting on his hardened length. It wasn’t a dream after all.

“Fuuuccckkk,” his voice, still rough with sleep, drew out the word as he watched you go down on him. Your mouth a form of heaven he suffered too long without, the cheeky, mischievous look in your eye making the pleasure more intense. You clearly enjoyed the act nearly as much as he did.

It didn’t take long before your wanton rhythm and sinful mouth had him coming down your throat, your name a prayer recited over and over in that gravelly voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, darlin’. Where’d you learn to suck cock like that, hmm? Your mouth is like God damn heaven.”

Joel’s chest heaved as you gulped down every drop of his spend, tongue darting out to lick the last bit from the little slit on his cockhead before sliding over your lips. You visibly swallowed, savoring the taste of him; his eyes glued to your mouth the whole time. His hand came up, caressing your face with the love he couldn’t yet voice shining brightly in his eyes, and his thumb traced along your plump bottom lip.

“My little gummy worm,” he murmured, delirious from coming so hard. “Felt so good wrapped around my fat cock.”

Crawling up his body, you settled your weight atop him and pressed your lips to his, letting him taste a hint of himself on your tongue as licked into his mouth, returning the favor from the night before. The kiss was languid and sloppy, perfect for a lazy morning waking up together.

“You tasted good, all salty and musky,” you said once you broke away, voice raspy from having his dick halfway down your throat.

“You can wake me up like that any time you’d like, darlin’.”

The two of you cuddled for a while, neither of you too eager to start the day knowing you didn’t have anything pressing to do. Those unspoken words bubbled in Joel’s chest the whole time, begging to come to the surface, to be spoken aloud and given credence. Still, he hesitated without quite knowing why. Finally rolling out of bed around 10, you jumped into the shower while Joel threw on some clothes and ran out to grab some breakfast.

He just pulled back into his driveway, a bag with a few bagel breakfast sandwiches in one hand – he got an extra in case you wanted pork roll instead of bacon – a coffee and orange juice clutched in the other, when JB’s truck pulled up in front of his house.

Settled on the couch after your refreshing shower, legs tucked under you while scrolling through your phone, you heard Joel’s truck pull up. Waiting for him to come in with breakfast for you both, you were caught off guard by the deep voices rumbling in the front yard. You sat up, peeking through the blinds to find your dad out front, hands on his hips as he spoke to Joel.

Oh shit.

You couldn’t discern their facial expressions from that angle and moved to the front door, quietly easing the heavy wood open to peek out and eavesdrop. They had to be talking about you, right? There was no hiding or pretending you weren’t here, especially with your car parked in the driveway right next to Joel’s. After your dad’s comments last night, you wondered if he planned this ambush then.

“I knew she’d be here,” you heard your dad say, but you couldn’t read his body language clearly. His hands were on his hips still, but there was a smile on his face. “You sweet on my baby girl, Joel?”

You couldn’t hear Joel’s response, his gravelly voice pitched too low for your ears to catch across the distance, but you could see him smile hesitantly even as his broad shoulders hunched slightly. Whatever it was caused your dad to chuckle and punch Joel playfully.

“I knew it!” your dad exclaimed, the sudden loudness startling you. “I knew you two would hit it off, I just wasn’t sure how long it’d take.”

You caught Joel’s response this time, his surprised voice pitching upwards. “You’re not upset?”

Walking toward the house without invitation, your dad paused. “Why the hell would I be upset? You’re a good man, Joel, and I know you’ll treat her well. And she’ll be good for you, too, I have no doubt. Now, you got enough in that there bag for breakfast for three?”

Your shoulders sagged with relief as you eased the door open. “I thought I heard voices! Hi Dad,” you greeted. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey Spud. I could ask you the same thing, but I knew I’d find you here.” Pulling you in for a hug, he ushered you inside. “I got tired of waiting for you two to come clean and thought I’d put you both on the spot.”

Eyebrows shooting up, you glanced at Joel before meeting your dad’s gaze again. “How did you know?”

Giving you a shrug, he said, “You two weren’t exactly subtle and a father always knows.” Nudging your shoulder, JB turned to Joel. “You’ll find that out soon enough, my friend. I can’t wait for the trouble that Sarah will give you.”

The three of you sat at the small dining table, digging into the breakfast sandwiches, your dad insisting you tell him how long you and Joel had been seeing each other and how it all started. Relieved to finally have the truth out there, you told him the story and JB chuckled.

“That about tracks. That’s right around when I started to notice something different between the two of you. And it sure explains why you hardly gave Annica the time of day on your date.” JB gave Joel grief about that failed date for weeks knowing that there was something – or someone – else drawing the man’s attention. JB had the feeling back then that it was you, his baby girl, his grown-up Spud, who captured the single father’s attention.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Dad? I mean…” your words fell off, not really knowing what to say. You’d be heartbroken if your dad wasn’t okay with a relationship between you and Joel, especially now that you verbally admitted to being in love with him.

“Are you kidding? I’m happy as a pig in shit that the two people I care about most like each other.” Your dad was all smiles, beady eyes sparkling with mischief. “In fact, I was planning on setting the two of you up if you didn’t figure things out for yourselves first. Tommy was in on the plan, too, and was the one who suggested we give it a little time. Little shit never told me it became official, though.”

Sitting back in your seat, you giggled with relief. All that time spent fretting over what your dad might think, feeling guilty for dating his best friend and hiding it from him for so long. It was all for naught. You should have known he’d love the idea of you two together.

“So, when’s the wedding?” JB asked, a shit-eating grin spread across his lips as you and Joel froze, eyes darting to each other in wide-eyed panic. Your dad practically guffawed at his own humor while you two were practically having a panic attack. “I’m just kidding – there’s no rush. Just make sure you treat her right, Joel.”

Recovering from the initial panic – not that he didn’t want to marry you, eventually, just not quite this soon – Joel laughed a little nervously. “Of course, JB. I’ll always treat her right. I, uh… I love her.” His gaze shifted to you, heart showing firmly in those dark chocolate orbs. “I love you, darlin'.”

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whyamisposts · 1 year

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honestly the most pathetic feeling is when you get in a fight with someone because all you did was express what made you upset and instead of apologizing, they find a way to make you feel bad about it so you’re left regretting even saying anything at all.

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Fall Into Me 4

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Remember I told you we are going to switch POVs? Yeah. We’re switching it up again, and every other chapter will be Rose (odds) or one of the guys (evens).

This time, we get a chance to see what Price thinks of all this!

Warnings: Swearing, razzing each other, poking fun. Little bit of Spanish.

Word count: 1.4k

Price leaned back in his chair, pressing his fingers into his eyes until stars burst in the darkness of his vision. Then he sighed, rolling his neck to a few very satisfying pops.

There were certain aspects of this new life that he didn’t like. Not that he’d give up on it, not now. Not after everything.

Soft laughter caught his attention and he lifted his head, frowning. That was very much not one of his team, and he hadn’t been expecting any visitors. So who–?

“Cap! We’ve got goodies!” Gaz called.

With a sigh, Price got to his feet, stepping out of his office. And then he paused.

Gaz and Soap were flanking Rose, who was carrying a pastry box. Soap had a tray of drinks, while Gaz carried the last two. Rose was a little pink still, from whatever someone had said to her, but her smile was as sweet as always.

“They’re just leftovers,” she demurred, setting the box down on the nearest desk. Soap’s, of course. “They were going to get donated anyway.”

“Kind of you.” Price smiled a little, leaning his hip against the doorway. Now that he was paying attention, he could see Ghost watching her from his spot. Ale and Rudy, who had been in Ale’s office, had both popped their heads out to look as well.

“It’s nothing.” She waved off the compliment.

“I’m surprised you could step away from the shop.” Price was careful to keep his observation neutral.

“Oh, I closed early today.” Her gaze slid to the side. “I have a couple personal things to get done.”

Price was absolutely not going to question that. “Then it is extra sweet of you to bring these up to us before you go.”

That got her to blush. Gaz met his eyes, and Price was pretty sure they were both thinking the same thing: she was too damn pretty when she blushed like that.

“Well! The cookies are there, you all get to wrestle your drinks from Soap and Gaz, I’m not getting involved in that.” She took a step back, hands up. “Have a good night.”

“You too,” Price murmured, hearing a few of the others echo the sentiment. Her hair was loose now, dark curls bouncing slightly as she turned and left, a little spring in her step. And Price wasn’t the only one who noticed - Ghost was still watching her, and Soap had half-turned to watch her go.

This could be very interesting indeed.

Price sauntered over to Gaz, quite confident in who had his drink. Sure enough, Gaz handed it over without complaint.

“What prompted this?” he asked softly, curling his fingers around the cup. The handwriting on his cup was messy and curly, but still clear. He was not endeared. Not at all.

“Soap and I just went down to get a drink, take a break,” Gaz murmured. “She brought up the cookies. Of course Soap said yes immediately.”

Price snorted. “Course.”

“Then she suggested drinks and was making them up before we even responded.” Gaz shrugged, looking thoughtful.

Price nodded slowly. That was curious. He’d noticed a little shift in her behavior towards them. Nothing bad, but there were times she tried to keep a professional distance, and times like this when she utterly failed and treated them more as friends. It made him wonder.

Then again, they were warming up to her, too. Soap and Gaz already spent time in the shop chatting with her by their own admission, and Price knew he’d seen Ghost go down there voluntarily on his own a few times.

There were a lot of things to consider. Price had an idea of what was going on. Just a little one. And he didn’t quite have the time to test this theory yet. But he would.

And if he didn’t, Gaz would. The only one close to reading the team as accurately as Price was Gaz.

The two exchanged one more look, the familiarity of running ops together still putting them on the same track, nodded once, and retreated to their own work spaces. For now.

Price arranged the Friday meeting to be held at a bar. After the work day, of course. He mainly roped the others into it by saying he’d buy the first round and would then no longer be responsible for them.

But really, he wanted to get them all in one place, out of the office, to discuss a potential problem.

Fortunately, Gaz was in on the agenda.

After ordering and chattering for a few minutes, Price sat back and watched as Gaz brought the topic around.

“Did you see Rose’s hair today?” The question was innocent enough. Price really couldn’t help but be proud of him.

“Who didn’t?” Soap asked, grinning. “Looks good straight, too.”

“Unlike you,” Ale drawled, so dry and easy that for a moment there was silence. Then the table erupted in laughter at Soap’s expense, making the Scot pout.

“I know where you live, hermano,” Soap grumbled without any real heat to his words.

“I wonder why she straightened it.” Rudy shrugged when Ale shot him a questioning look. “My little sister used to complain all the time about how long it took, and her hair was not so…” He twirled one finger to imitate the tight curls.

Ale shrugged. “She didn’t need to,” he said, leaning back in his own seat. “Always looks good, no?”

Soap looked around the table with dawning understanding, while Gaz smirked into his drink.

“It’s the smile,” Rudy added with a tiny smile of his own.

“Wait.” Soap held up one hand, looking around the table. “All of you…?”

Price smirked, raising his glass to take a leisurely sip. This was going to be good.

“What?” Ale demanded, frowning. But he was quick to put it together too. “Ah. I see. She is certainly worthy of attention.”

“But all of you?” Soap asked again, a little despairing.

Ghost shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. But Price knew him well, knew that he was at least interested in someone who had caught his teammates’ attention.

When Soap met his eyes, Price simply nodded once.

“Well. This is a right mess.” Gaz sounded far too cheerful about it, too. Price was tempted to kick him under the table.

Soap scratched at his jaw, glancing around the table. “So, uh. Guess we’ve got some dinner discussion.”

Ghost finished his drink just as a second round was set down. “Not much to discuss,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So you’re gonna step back, then?” Gaz needled, tipping his chin in silent challenge.

“Are you?” Rudy raised one eyebrow at Gaz.

“Nah.” Gaz grinned. “She’s adorable when she blushes, I’m not giving that up.”

Silence fell over the table for a minute as they all drank and pondered how to proceed. It wasn’t like they could all share her.

Well. Probably.

Price shelved that thought for later.

“There is, of course, a clear answer here,” Ale said, teasing clear in his voice. “You all give up before I show you up with how to treat a lady.”

There was a good-natured round of booing at that, and Price chuckled.

“You’re not the only one knows how to show someone a good time, hermano,” Soap added, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Ghost rolled his eyes. “She might shoot you down,” he pointed out.

“She might.” Soap shrugged. “Just have to give her a good reason not to.”

“Assuming she doesn’t say yes to me first.” Gaz grinned with an over-the-top waggle of his eyebrows, just to watch Soap huff and shove him.

“Just let her decide,” Ghost grumbled.

Silence fell over the table for a minute as they all thought about it. Of course it would be her choice in the end, but…

“Nothing saying we can’t make it a bit of a competition.” Gaz was the one to suggest it. Price wasn’t surprised, and wouldn’t be surprised if that had been his goal all along. Gaz could get very competitive when the mood struck him.

“What do you have in mind?” Ale leaned forward a bit, eyes bright.

Gaz shrugged. “Well, if we’re gonna be pursuing her anyway, can’t hurt to keep score.”

“No fucking each other over,” Price immediately said, laying down the law. “And no letting this affect work.”

“Aye, Captain,” Soap agreed easily, while Gaz and Ghost just nodded. A quick look at Ale and Rudy showed their compliance as well.

Price nodded and smirked. “May the best man win.”

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Fall Into Me

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Scene: Season 1 Episode 4 Secret

Scene: Season 1 Episode 5 Friend

Scene: Season 1 Episode 8 Boyfriends

Scene: Season 2 Episode 1 Out

Scene: Season 2 Episode 8 Perfect

Song: Fall Into Me

Artist: Forest Blakk

#heartstopper #kit connor #nick nelson #joe locke #alice oseman #heartstopper netflix #charlie spring #netflix #video editing #heartstopperedit #fall into me #forest blakk #nick and charlie

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poetrybyonur · 2 years

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Trust. It’s not just about telling the truth or not telling lies. It’s something much, much deeper than that. It’s being able to be comfortable with someone. It’s understanding and being understood. It means to have the certainty that a person will catch you if you fall, or that the person has your back even when you’re not there. It’s being able to give your heart and soul to someone knowing they will not break it. Trust is earned, not given freely. Once you have gained a person’s trust, don’t take that shit lightly. Because once it’s broken, it can never be mended.

An elfchen style poem I wrote around two years ago.

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howlingday · 1 year

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Jaune plan to propose to his girlfriend Ruby so he took her to one of her favorite places and he surprises her with music thanks to their friends and Jaune shows up a guitar. The song is Fall Into Me- Peyton Parrish.

"It's just through here."

"I know, Jaune." Ruby giggled. "We've already been to this spot a hundred times."

"Oh, uh, sorry, Ruby." Jaune awkwardly chuckled. "I was kind of talking to myself."

"Why?" Ruby asked rushing ahead of Jaune. She pushed a branch out of her way, which swung back into Jaune's chest. It almost knocked the wind out of him, and he ducked down once he recovered. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Jaune waved off." I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose."

"After all the years we've known each other?" Ruby raised her brow as she walked backwards. "Maybe. But maybe I've changed."

"Maybe." Jaune sighed. "But only that you've gotten more beautiful with age." Ruby flushed at the comment and covered her face with her hood. Before she could trip, Jaune caught her and held her close to his chest. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, Jaune." Ruby giggled. "I wasn't going to fall."

"Right." Jaune smiled, pulling away. He passed by her and pushed through more foliage to reveal the final stretch to their secret spot in the Emerald Forest.

It was a secluded spot not far from their initiation destination, where they retrieved their pieces and battled against both a Nevermore and a Deathstalker. Just a ways across the field was a cluster of trees with a stump in the center. The sun was nearing it's end as the greens shined closer to yellow as the sky became more and more orange.

"For the lady who saved all of Remnant." Jaune pulled away a thicket hiding their secluded love nest. Sitting on the stump was a guitar case.

"Why thank you, Mr. Headmaster." Ruby said with a bow before passing through the trees. Jaune rolled his eyes at the title as he followed her.

Emergency lights hung from the branches with flowers spread around the stump, all of which Ruby marveled at. As she spun to mouth her amazement, she tripped and fell, only to be caught by Jaune again. He smiled.

"This proves nothing." She pouted.

"I know." He said. "You're always landing on your feet, and you don't need me to catch you." His eyelids fell down as she felt his heart pound into her hand through his armored chest. "But that doesn't mean I won't be there to catch you anyways. You know you can fall into me, right?"

"Jaune..." As Jaune brought her to her feet, he took her hands and kissed them. He let go, something she didn't want him to do, and strode to the case. He opened it, pulling out the same guitar he bought so long ago to serenade her partner. And now he would play it for her.

"I love you, Ruby." He said without looking at her. He turned to her, and sat down on the stump, strumming a few chords before playing.

The music was magical. It was tinged with love and romance. It was a song full of promises and desires. As she listened, memories of their times of rising from the point of hopelessness and falling together with every failure that tried to break them. Tried and failed.

As he strode towards her, he slipped slowly to his knees as his gaze smouldered into her silver eyes. She became lost in the vast ocean of his blue eyes, and found herself longing to stare into them forever. Soon, the song ended, and she realized the guitar fell from his hands softly to the grassy floor. She looked down at the beautiful diamond ring in a red velvet box.

"Ruby Rose," he asked, "will you marry me?"

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #fall into me #peyton parrish

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alythekitten · 1 year

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Welcome to my KiriBaku 12 months playlist! It's a little project I started on Patreon, I want to create a 12 songs playlist for their love, one song and one art every month 💕

My patrons voted for "Fall into me" by Forest Blakk for January, what a lovely way to start 🥰💕

I imagined this right after the Kamino rescue, with them definitely falling for each other ❤️🧡

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Some info! This art and the project it's not a Patreon Exclusive, I'm sharing every art on my socials every month, but the song is suggested and chosen by my patrons, even the tip jar level can suggest and vote 🥰 so think about it if you want to support me and join the project!

My Patreon`

#fan art #my art #mha #bnha #bakugou #kirishima #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bakugou x kirishima #patreon #kiribaku playlist #fall into me #Forest Blakk

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granuutti · 10 months

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Wanted to make some fanart of @writeforfandoms's oc Rose from Fall Into Me since the fanfic has been living rent free in my head. I first thougt I'd just do the stuff traditionally but then it kind of got out of hand and I wanted to do some digital stuff as well since I really wanted to get her hair and eye color in there.

Anyways, here ya go, Jen! ^-^

This was actually one of my first times drawing long curly hair so it was fun to learn as I went. Also I just thought it'd be cute that (since her name's same) she sometimes wears flower crowns or similar accessories. And as a cute easter egg I added little pins to symbolize all the guys. Unfortunately couldn’t think of any for Alejandro and Rodolfo so I drew the Mexican flag... yeah original I know 😂

Here's the digital drawings of Rose:

And I headcanon that Gaz, as the menace he is, would definitely wear a cap with a smiley on it because someone got it as a gag gift for him.

Wait no, I totally could've drawn a cowboy hat for the Los Vaqueros arrggh. Great. Just great to realize now after having drawn the whole thing and writing this post

Hehehe update: I went back and drew the hat because I couldn't just leave this injustice unrectified. Now the lads have two pins

Okay here's the officially finished piece:

#not my original character #fanart of fanfiction #fall into me #cod fanfic

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sohaspeaks · 10 months

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I know the type of love we can have is authentic, it’s pure

Corny and secure, I know I hurt you before

My love

Fall into me let me soothe you, I’ll be sure

To never leave and protect you to your core

‘Cause

Life is worth it when you have more to live for

And I can’t think of anything better

Than coming through that front door

To see your face and the smile I adore

That alone makes this life worth living

Mi amor

I’ll hold you tight, promise to never let go

So my darling, fall into me, I’ll be sure

To love and protect you, you’ll never be alone

And together we can weather any storm

You don’t have to hurt anymore.

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Fall Into Me

- soha.

#soha #art #poetry #poem #spilled thoughts #lit #spilled poetry #literature #beauty #writerscreed #poeticstories #spilled words #spilled ink #poetryportal #twcpoetry #love #fall into me #healing

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joelalorian · 20 days

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Fall Into Me - Chapter Six: And I Knew My Heart Wasn't Mine

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Two idiots falling in love. Finally some smut-ish stuff. Dry humping on the couch. Joel is his own warning. Tommy keeping it real. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad.

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

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Sitting at the kitchen table on Sunday morning, you reviewed an email on your phone from the Texas Education Agency. Relief washed over you. The State Board finally approved your certification after jumping through a million hoops, just in time for your upcoming meeting at Sarah’s school.

Yet another step closer to finally feeling like an actual adult contributing to society.

“Morning, Spud,” your dad greeted as he walked into the kitchen in search of his morning coffee. “You’re up early. Did you have fun with Sarah yesterday?”

“I figured I’d seize the day and all that. I had a blast yesterday! Sarah is so smart, and Joel was really nice, as always,” you replied, playing down quite how much of a roll Joel had in making the day so enjoyable. You still couldn’t believe how things worked out.

Joel Miller, dead sexy single father, liked you, wanted to be with you. Little morsels of doubt tried to weasel their way into your mind, trying to make you question what was so special about you that a man like Joel would be interested in. You shook those thoughts away, resolving to believe that you deserved someone like him, someone who liked you for who you were and not who they wanted you to be.

“He comes from good stock, that Joel,” your dad interrupted you’re wandering thoughts. “Not sure what happened with Tommy, though. Musta been dropped on his head as a baby or somethin’.”

“Dad!” you laughed, shaking your head. “There’s nothing wrong with the guy. He’s young, single, and unburdened by responsibility. I imagine you were like that once upon a time.”

“Musta been so long ago I can’t remember,” he replied, hip checking you into the counter when you stood to place your glass in the sink. “Watch yourself there, Spud.”

“Jeez, thanks, Dad,” you replied with an amused eye roll. Your dad watched as you tidied up your little mess from breakfast and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“You know, Spud. You’d do well to find a man like Joel. He’s a really good guy. Shame he doesn’t date. All the women go crazy over him.”

Your dad kept going on about Joel’s aversion to dating, but your mind froze on that one simple statement – you’d do well to find a man like Joel. You tuned back in just in time to hear him say, “He needs to settle down with a girl like you. Someone smart and responsible who’ll still give him a run for his money.”

Practically bursting with the urge to admit that you and Joel just officially started seeing each other, you curled your lips between your teeth and just nodded. You promised Joel you’d wait a bit before mentioning anything to your dad and you planned on keeping that promise. “He should be so lucky to find someone like me,” you sassed finally.

The day carried on as you spent some quality time with your dad watching TV and lounging around. It was refreshing and relaxing, reminding you of times past where the two of you spent a bunch of time together.

The urge to text you plagued Joel all day Sunday, distracting his attention from the football game until Tommy finally snatched the phone out of his hands and hid it.

“Enough, brother. You’re like a lovesick fool checking your phone every five fuckin’ seconds. You just spent the day together yesterday. Give her a little breathin’ room,” Tommy chastised. “Women like a little mystery after all.”

Flopping back into the couch cushions with a huff, Joel crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t want to play games with her, Tommy. None of that aloof, hard to get bullshit.”

Shaking his head, Tommy waited until a commercial break to turn to his brother again. “I’m not sayin’ to play games. I’m just sayin’ you don’t need to be up her ass 24/7. You’ll see her every day this week. It’s ok to build up a little healthy anticipation today.”

Joel knew his brother had a point. He just couldn’t help himself. It’d been so long since he felt like this about someone – if he ever really did before – and it was messing with his head. Berating himself for not even kissing you yesterday, Joel wanted to at least text with you today. It felt somehow wrong to not talk to you.

Then again, you hadn’t texted him either.

Tommy made a valiant effort to distract Joel from his thoughts, talking statistics about the game and the players, anything to get the guy talking. It only worked for so long before Tommy couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, how ‘bout this. I’ll take Sarah for a dinner and ice cream date tomorrow so you two can spend some time alone. Get a little action in and maybe that’ll help you get your head out of the clouds.”

For the first time in hours, Joel’s face lit up. “You sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer otherwise,�� Tommy replied. “You two need to figure out if there’s something there and you can’t do that with a ten-year-old hanging around all the time. Not unless you want to scar her for life.”

Joel nodded, reaching out to take his phone back. Before letting go of it, Tommy grinned. “I already texted her for you. You’re welcome.”

Ripping his phone out of his brother’s hand, Joel scrolled through his text messages to find what Tommy sent you.

JM: Hey sweetheart. Netflix and chill tomorrow?

He only knew what that meant because of Tommy and you had to know that wasn’t something Joel would say. “Jesus fucking Christ, Tommy!” Joel growled, his ears turning red from what you must think. He was about to really lay into his brother for overstepping when you responded.

You: Netflix and chill, huh? Sounds like my kinda date 😉

Not expecting that response, Joel chuckled. Maybe Tommy knew exactly what he was doing after all.

“Like I said, you’re welcome,” Tommy teased when he saw the goofy smile on his brother’s face.

Joel ignored him, proceeding to ask you about your day. The two of you texted back and forth well into the night until it was time for bed.

Climbing between the cold sheets of his large, empty bed, Joel wished you were there with him. He could already imagine you there, falling asleep together after a romp or two, waking up next to you in the morning. It sounded like heaven to him.

Hmm, maybe he could Netflix and chill his way to convincing you to spend the night tomorrow.

You didn’t know what to expect when you walked into Joel’s house Monday morning, but it certainly wasn’t a flustered Joel, knelt on the floor, staring down at a mess of pancake mix surrounding him and Sarah giggling her little heart out at the breakfast table.

“What happened here?” you asked, hands on your hips and eyes surveying the damage. “Did you have a fight with the boxed pancake mix.”

“He really did!” Sarah exclaimed, still laughing. “It went everywhere!”

“I see that,” you replied, grinning at her before turning back to Joel.

He stared up at you with wide, sad eyes and shoulders slumped. “I couldn’t get it open and then it just…” His arms spread wide, gesturing at the powdery mess on the tile in such an endearing way. You couldn’t stop your smile from growing wider.

“Go finish getting ready for work. I’ll get Sarah some cereal and clean this mess up,” you directed, gently pulling him to his feet and around the mess.

“You shouldn’t have to clean up my mess, sweetheart,” Joel replied, pulling you in for a hug. You could tell the warm press of your bodies together made him feel better and you basked in it as well, not minding the bit of pancake mix that transferred to your clothes.

“Don’t worry, I got it. Now git!” One hand swatted at his ass playfully as he rushed out of the room. “Now, what kind of cereal do you want, nugget?”

Fifteen minutes later, Joel returned to find the mess gone and you running a mop over the tile to wipe away any last remnants of the pancake mix disaster. Sarah already finished her cereal and was upstairs brushing her teeth before it was time to head to school. When you put the mop back into the bucket, Joel crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you close until your back was flush against his chest.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathed in your ear, sending a flood of goosebumps down your arms. Joel pressed his lips to the spot just below your ear and left a trail of kisses down your neck. The feel of his lips on your skin exceeded any expectations you had, and a contented sigh left your own lips.

With a hurried tenderness, he spun you around in his arms, the mop forgotten as it nearly fell out of the bucket. Faces close together now, your eyes drank in every detail of him from the richness of his dark brown eyes, the curve of his nose, the purposeful stubble of his beard, and, finally, to the fullness of his bottom lip. You could feel his eyes doing the same, drinking in every bit of your face before tilting his head impossibly closer.

“I’m going to kiss you now, ok?” Joel murmured; lips nearly pressed to yours already and you hummed in approval.

After all the weeks of mutual pining and self-doubt, Joel finally kissed you. It started as a soft press of lips and quickly morphed into an overwhelming need to devour each other when his tongue teased along the seam of your lips, begging entry to deepen the kiss. Teeth knocked together and tongues tangled as you tasted each other – somehow, the taste of coffee was suddenly appealing when it came from Joel’s mouth.

Hands wandered – his over your curves and yours into his luscious, dark curls. Joel’s hair felt as silky as it looked, and you had been itching to get your fingers in it from the moment you met him.

The sound of Sarah’s footsteps bouncing down the stairs broke the two of you apart, breathless, and dazed.

“Wow,” Joel murmured, struggling to remove his hands from your waist.

You smiled up at him, equally unwilling to remove your fingers from his hair. “Exactly,” you whispered, stepping back with your hands at your side just as Sarah entered the kitchen.

“I’m ready!” she declared excitedly and you both grinned at her cuteness.

“Okay, nugget. Let’s head out.”

Heart melting in your chest, you watched Joel and Sarah do their morning routine of saying goodbye. The love between the two of them was so strong it was like a tangible thing you could hold in your hands. Nostalgia washed over you as memories of your own childhood, moments like this with your dad, flooded your mind. What you had with your dad, what Joel and Sarah had together, was a connection that would never fade, only grow stronger with time.

Briefly, you wondered if your evolving relationship with Joel would affect that connection, interfere with it in anyway. You couldn’t move forward with him if that was the case. Some woman showing up and changing the dynamic between you and your dad would have upset you as a child and you refused to be the cause of any upset Sarah felt.

When the two of them stepped back from their hug and grinned at you, any question about your place in their dynamic washed down the drain. You felt nearly dizzy with relief when Sarah quickly said, “Give her a hug, too, Daddy,” and shoved him as hard as she could in your direction.

With a chuckle, Joel gave in to Sarah’s demand, wrapping his arms around you. The broadness of him surrounded you, enveloping you in warmth and a sense of security you’d not experienced before. Was that what love felt like?

“Have a good day, darlin’. I’ll see you later,” Joel’s deep voice was but a whisper in your ear, his lips just grazing your earlobe. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

Warmth raced up your neck to your cheeks and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation of what you hoped would happen later. “You have a good day too, Joel. Be careful, ok?”

“Always, darlin’.” He winked as you led Sarah out the front door to your car.

The journey to Sarah’s school started off quietly, Sarah bopping along to the music on the radio as you navigated the morning traffic. Your thoughts wandered to what you should wear later when Sarah startled you with a sudden question.

“Are you my dad’s girlfriend now?”

She asked the question so nonchalantly that you weren’t sure how to respond. Would she be upset with whatever answer you gave? Was there even a right or wrong answer? What did she want to hear? Mind racing, you settled on asking Sarah a question in return.

“Would you be upset if I was?”

Tilting her head side to side a few times, the little girl contemplated her answer while you held your breath. She turned to you with a smile so big it scrunched up her nose. “Nope! It’d make me really happy.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows were nearly at your hairline.

“Uh huh. You’re the coolest and prettiest. My dad would be lucky if you were his girlfriend,” Sarah admitted with all the confidence and knowledge of a ten-year-old. Another head tilt and she added, “So, are you?”

Equal parts amazed and grateful for Sarah’s acceptance of the idea, you opted for honesty. “I mean, I don’t know,” you shrugged. How could you explain what you had to a 10-year-old? “We haven’t talked about naming it yet, but we did decide to see how we like being together. Does that make sense?”

Sarah gave it a moment of thought. “Yeah, I think so. It’s kinda like how you’re a teacher, but not officially until you get the job, right?”

You laughed at the comparison with a nod. “Exactly. I’m as good as your dad’s girlfriend, we just haven’t made titles official yet.” You pulled up in front of the school and it was Sarah’s turn to get out. “Now get going, nugget. Have a good day!”

The little girl bounced out of the car, calling out to one of her friends. Just before you pulled away, you heard Sarah tell the other girl that you were her dad’s not-yet girlfriend.

The day absolutely dragged. Joel could swear that time went backwards every time he looked at a clock. It didn’t help that every single subcontractor gave him a hard time about something today.

The roof trusses arrived six weeks early and the sub refused to take them back even though the damn things would rot before they got to the roofing phase of construction. The company he rented the extra backhoe from wanted to raise their rates in the middle of his contract. The list went on and Joel ran out of patience three hours ago.

The only thing holding him together was the thought of you. Spending time with you. Kissing you. Touching you. Burying himself inside you… He adjusted himself with a sigh. Damn, he needed to put those particular thoughts on ice before he got himself riled up. The workday was shitty enough, he didn’t need the guys giving him a hard time about an untimely chub in his pants.

Finally, Joel had enough of everyone’s bullshit and called it a day, leaving his foreman in charge of the worksite.

“Off to doll yourself up, are ya?” Tommy teased as Joel headed for his truck. Gesturing in the general direction of Joel’s crotch, he added, “You remember how to use that thing? Make sure to clear out the cobwebs and use protection!”

“Jesus, Tommy,” Joel grumbled, climbing into his truck, and driving off. He knew his brother was only teasing, but Joel was nervous enough as it was. He didn’t need Tommy getting in his head. He did have a point about protection, though.

A quick stop at the convenience store to grab a box of condoms, Joel made it home before you and Sarah. Putting on some 90s rock, he jumped in the shower, putting in the extra effort to tidy himself up down there. He wondered if you preferred pubic hair or not. Fearing he was getting way ahead of himself, Joel opted to just trim his down and hoped for the best.

By the time he finished trimming his facial hair and tousling his curls, you and Sarah were downstairs, working on her homework. As he walked down the stairs, Joel could hear you encouraging his daughter to think the questions through and congratulating her when she got the answers right. His heart grew three sizes watching how you were with Sarah. You held his whole world in the palm of your hand and treasured it like the precious cargo it was.

Joel was falling so hard for you. You were quickly gaining the power to destroy him.

“Hi Daddy!” Sarah called out when she spotted him in the doorway. “We just finished my math homework. Can I play in the backyard?”

He set up a tire swing on the large live oak out back a week ago and it quickly became his little girl’s happy place. “Of course, nugget. Come give your old man a hug first.” Bending down, Joel swept Sarah up in his arms, biceps stretching his shirt sleeves as he swung her around in a circle. Sarah’s laughter echoed through the room, and you smiled sweetly at the pair of them.

“Uncle Tommy’s coming to take you out for dinner and ice cream in a bit. Ok?” Sarah nodded when he settled her back on her feet and raced for the sliding door. Once she was out of sight and earshot, Joel turned to you. “Come ‘ere, darlin’,” he said, voice deep and velvety.

Your body followed his command without conscious thought, so great the need to be in his arms. “I thought about you all day,” you admitted, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Me, too. Could hardly focus on the job thinking about you and spending this evening together.” He tightened his arms around you, head bending to seal his lips to yours. When your lips parted at his prompting, Joel teased your plush bottom lip with his teeth. “It’s like a tasty little gummy worm,” he teased. “I could nibble on it all day.”

You moaned into his mouth, the little breathless sound music to his ears.

The kiss deepened until you were licking into each other’s mouths, hands wandering and grasping for purchase on any piece of real estate you could reach. Neither of you heard the front door open or the footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“Am I interrupting somethin’?” he asked cheekily as the two of you sprang apart, disheveled and gasping for breath.

Joel ran a hand down his face, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself. “Excellent timing as always, brother.”

“Y’all just couldn’t wait five more minutes, could ya?” Tommy’s grin a mile wide as he teased. “Lemme get the nugget out of here before you two scar her for life.”

You tucked your face into Joel’s shoulder bashfully when Tommy slipped through the sliding door. Joel groaned and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t mind him, darlin’. He just likes to bust my balls.”

Ten minutes later, after some hugs from Sarah and more teasing from Tommy, you and Joel were alone. Taking your hand, he led you to the couch. He hoped you didn’t notice that his rough palms were sweaty with nerves. You were abnormally quiet, and he wondered if you were nervous as well.

Seated a few inches apart, the tension became too much. “What are you in the mood for?” Joel asked, breaking the silence as he pulled up Netflix on the TV. He barely logged into his account when you suddenly straddled his lap.

“Hi,” you said when he stared at you in surprise. “You know what I’m in the mood for?”

“What?” He barely got his mouth to form the word, his brain short circuiting with you in his lap. His grip on the remote loosened, yet neither of you cared when it fell to the ground.

“You.”

There was a moment where you both froze, each waiting for the other to act first. Then the tension snapped, and Joel’s lips crashed against yours. His tongue danced along the seam of your lips until you opened them to let him in. Tongues tangled in a never-ending dance as your hips tilted, grinding down on him. Joel was uncomfortably hard in moments, pressing up against your warmth.

His hands were everywhere, fingers tenderly tracing the structure of your cheekbones, down the curve of your neck, along the swell of your breasts. They finally settled, grabbing handfuls of your ass to pull you impossibly closer. You moaned into his mouth, hips bucking in search of more friction.

Gasping for breath, Joel tore his mouth from yours, his hands urging your hips into a rhythm as you dry humped him. His mouth left a trail of scorching kisses down your neck, eliciting a wave of goosebumps to flow down your arms. Your hips rocked, gliding across his hardened length and Joel swore he could feel your wetness breaching through the layer of clothes separating you.

Fuck, how he wanted to taste you, get high on your sweet nectar. He knew, just knew in that primal way, that yours would be the best pussy he ever tasted. His cock swelled impossibly harder at the mere thought of burying his face between your legs.

“Jooooeeelllll.” His name coming from your luscious lips in a drawn-out moan caused his own hips to buck up into you, hitting just the right spot to make you both see stars from the friction alone. His mouth sucked little marks into your neck, leaving his left ear exposed to your mouth as crooned, “I’m gonna come, fuck. You’re gonna make me come in my panties, Joel.”

“Fuck, darlin’. Come all over me, pretty girl. I want to see you fall apart from grinding on me like this. Drench those panties.” Joel sat back a little, just enough to watch your face as your orgasm swept over you. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, eyes rolled back in your head, mouth hanging open in a silent ‘o’ as you trembled above him, delicate hands clenching the meat of his shoulders for balance. A little sheen of sweat dusted your hairline. Fucking beautiful.

Joel was absolutely certain he could feel you drenching his pants as you came, your breath finally coming back in a sharp exhale. He had never been so turned on in his life. Watching you come apart for him, feeling it seep through the layers of clothing became too much. For the first time in his adult life, Joel Miller came in his pants with a desperate whimper.

tbc

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fquinteros · 21 days

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Mixed technic's on canvas. Argentina 🇦🇷

#arte #dibujo #drawing #style #mixed technique #acrylic on canvas #canvas painting #art process #creative process #fall into me #dark art #surreal

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writeforfandoms · 6 months

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Fall Into Me 12

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The much awaited dinner date! Featuring flirting, food, and comfort. And some very minor shenanigans (cough Alejandro cough).

Warnings: Flirting, sweetness, seriously you might get cavities, nothing hurts everything is goodness, alcohol mention, playful flirting.

Word count: 1.8k

Eventual f!OC Rose x poly everyone

Rudy was not nervous, not really. He already knew dinner would go well - he’d done the shopping this morning to be sure he had all the ingredients, and Alejo knew to keep out of the kitchen. He knew they both got along well with Rose, he knew that Rose liked them both.

So there was nothing to be nervous about.

But he still found himself walking in to the coffee shop fifteen minutes early.

“Hi,” Rose greeted, grinning at him, warm and pleased. She finished up the last latte for a group of teens, handing it over with an easy smile and a wish for a good day. The girls clustered around one table, all of them on their phones, giggling and showing each other things.

“Hi.” Rudy stopped in front of the counter, giving her a quick once-over. Her hair was back in a low ponytail today, and she looked fine. Relaxed.

“Can I get you anything?” She leaned one hip against the bar, tipping her head up to him. “We could take some back to Alejandro, too, if you wanted.”

Warmth bloomed in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile. She was just too cute. “I’ll let you decide,” he said, watching her with undeniable fondness.

Rose tapped her fingers against the countertop before she nodded, grabbing two cups and starting to add coffee to them. Rudy was more than content to simply watch her, keeping one eye on the time. (Not that he was anxious to bring her home, not at all.)

The girls all trooped out of the shop, one of them calling back a thank you as she left. Rudy smiled a little to himself.

“So, what are we having for dinner?” Rose didn’t look up from making drinks, though he could see the smile tilting the corners of her lips.

“You’ll see.” Rudy grinned. He couldn’t help but tease her, just a little.

Rose snorted but didn’t actually push, just putting two cups on the counter in front of him. “I’ll give it a couple more minutes and then close up,” she said, raising one eyebrow at him.

“Take your time,” Rudy assured her, taking the two cups over to a table so he’d be out of the way. But he did watch as she worked on another cup, setting it aside before she started cleaning. She still looked tired, dark circles under her eyes, but she looked happier. And that was something he wanted to see more of, all the time. Because she deserved to be happy.

He was not a man to be startled by or scared of his own feelings. He knew himself and he was comfortable in his own skin. So he was not surprised by the affection in his heart just from watching her work.

He was eager to see her in the apartment he shared with Alejo. To see how she fit in. And he knew she would. She was too warm not to.

Rose finished cleaning and flipped the sign on the door to ‘closed’ before locking the doors. “I’ll just be another minute,” she said, only a touch anxious.

“No rush,” Rudy assured her. “Can I help?”

“Thanks, but I just have to grab my stuff and make sure everything is locked up in the back.” She smiled at him and ducked into the back, humming softly to herself even as the music turned off.

Rudy double checked that one door was locked tight before he gathered up the two coffees, eyeing the shop. He knew Alejo had some ideas, and Rudy could definitely help with at least one of them.

“Okay.” Rose reappeared from the back, adjusting her purse and flipping off the lights. “I’m ready.”

“Don’t forget your drink.” Rudy nodded to the cup she’d set aside earlier.

“Oh! Thank you, I would have forgotten.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Sometimes I swear I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.”

Rudy laughed quietly and held the door for her, waiting patiently while she locked up. “It is not a far walk,” he assured her, though he did eye the shopping bag slung over her shoulder.

“Not a problem, I like walking.” She flashed him a smile, keeping close and letting him lead. “So, how impatient was Alejandro yesterday?”

This laugh was startled out of him, and he shook his head. “You know him too well, bonita,” he murmured. “He was not visibly impatient.”

“Just privately,” Rose guessed, shaking her head. “Well, I suppose that’s fair - I’ve been a touch impatient today.”

“Oh?”

“Of course.” Though a blush rose to her cheeks, Rose still looked at him. “Don’t get me wrong, I love talking to you all in the shop, but it’s nice to see you outside of work, too.”

“I’m sure we will be doing more of this,” Rudy agreed, stopping at a light and taking a moment to look at her, only to find her already looking at him. Her blush deepened, spreading across her face, but she didn’t look away.

“I hope so,” she agreed. “Do you all live close enough to walk?”

Rudy shrugged. “Soap is the closest, then Gaz. They walk. Price sometimes drives, as does Ghost. It also depends on the needs of the day.”

“Makes sense.” Rose stepped off the curb, and Rudy kept an eye out, because he always did. “How much of the area have you explored?”

That topic lasted them the rest of the walk, talking about parks and tiny corner stores and hole in the wall restaurants they’d each discovered. By the time he unlocked the apartment door, Rudy had a list of places he wanted to try.

“Make yourself at home,” he told Rose, toeing his shoes off and carrying the coffees over to the table. He was careful to give her a bit of space to look around, let her familiarize herself with the space. It was a decent sized apartment for the two of them, with two bedrooms. The kitchen and living space were not separated, and large windows dominated one wall of the living area, letting in plenty of natural light. They hadn’t changed much about the coloring of the apartment, all warm neutrals, but they had brought things from home to make it more personal.

It was still a bit odd, to be here, but… Well. Things had changed.

That was sometimes the way of the world.

“I love these windows,” Rose said softly, walking up to the nearest one to look outside. “What a view.”

“Alejo likes it, too,” Rudy told her with an easy smile. “It’s part of why we chose this building.”

She slanted a look at him, and he could see her thinking things through. But she didn’t ask. Didn’t push. Just smiled and padded over to the kitchen, socked feet quiet on the floor.

“So! Where do we start?”

Rudy both was and wasn’t surprised at how well they worked together in the kitchen. He was used to tight quarters, to giving orders, to making things work. But this? The two of them? There was no making it work. There was soft talking and laughter and casual nudges and smiles. Rose moved around him, never in the way but always within arms-reach, learning the layout and helping wherever she could.

She just… fit, in a way that he rarely found. In the way that he and Alejo did. In the way that Soap and Ghost had, back in Las Almas.

That afternoon only secured his conviction that she belonged with them, one way or another.

The front door opened and pulled both of their attention away briefly from food prep. “You’re late,” Rudy called.

“Sorry.” Alejo didn’t sound very sorry, but that was typical. “Hola, cariño.” He stepped into the kitchen to pull Rose into a hug.

At least until Rudy swatted him.

“Out of the kitchen,” Rudy scolded. “Shoo.”

Rose very nearly cackled at the exaggerated pout on Alejo’s face. “You heard the boss,” she teased with absolutely zero sympathy.

Alejo pouted all the way to the couch, where he promptly got involved in something on his tablet. Rudy left him to it.

Alejo did rouse himself to set the table, opening a bottle of wine for the three of them to share. Rose helped carry food to the table, eyeing the dishes like she wasn’t sure where to start.

Rudy made sure he caught her reaction to her first taste. Her eyes went wide, then half-lidded as a nearly-vulgar sound escaped her throat.

“Oh my god that’s so good,” she muttered, looking down at her plate. “Holy shit.”

Rudy chuckled softly. “You’re welcome to dinner any time,” he murmured, catching Alejo’s eyes. “We’re both happy to have you.”

“Tempting,” Rose murmured, gaze flitting between the two men. Her smile was a little shy but a lot pleased. “Just means I’ll have to bake more for you.”

“Now who’s tempting?” Alejo shot back with an easy smile.

Rose laughed quietly. “Mutual temptation, then.”

Rudy just smiled. He could get used to this, and he knew Alejo wanted to as well.

Dinner passed easily, bantering and teasing keeping the conversation lively. Rudy was determined to send her home with the leftovers, a sentiment he knew Alejo shared.

“Do you have time to stay for a movie?” Rudy asked as he gathered up plates.

Rose considered that, checking her phone. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I’ve got time.”

“Go, relax,” Alejo said, shooing them back out of the kitchen. “I’ll wash up.”

“We have a deal,” Rudy said, gently guiding her to the couch. He dropped down on one end, giving her space to decide where she wanted to sit. “Whoever cooks does not have to clean.”

“Alejandro cooks too?” Rose sat next to him slowly, as if waiting for a chastisement. When it didn’t come, she relaxed back into the couch.

“He does,” Rudy agreed, glancing at her in amusement. “His mama’s recipes, mostly.”

“You kicked him out earlier.”

“He is also a menace when I am trying to cook.”

Rose giggled, slapping one hand over her mouth. Rudy just smiled, pleased.

“I am not,” Alejo called from the kitchen, making Rose laugh harder.

Rose shook her head, grinning. “Dinner and entertainment,” she teased gently. “Definitely going to have to come over more often.”

“Any time.” Rudy meant that, and by the way her smile softened, he thought Rose knew that.

He would admit to being disappointed that she wouldn’t let either of them walk her home, but she did text them good night after she got home.

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