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New in Town - Ch. 4: First Cookout

Sarah invites you to Joel's place to celebrate the last night she's in town. A continuation of New in Town chapters 1-3 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Best Friend's Dad!Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Smut. Because obviously smut. It's these two, they fuck. No use of Y/N. Age gap (reader is 35 Joel is 47, not a focus of the fic). Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 5.8k

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“And this is going to be your desk,” you smiled, excited but keeping your voice down. Sarah made a quiet squeal back at you. “See, I can see you from my desk so you can make faces at me while I’m dealing with the boring accounts people. I’m manifesting it, I swear I am.”

“I’m seriously about to make a fucking moodboard if it’ll help,” she sat on the desk, her legs dangling over the edge. “I miss Austin. I didn’t think I’d miss it this much but I really do. Seattle was way more fun when you were there, now all I do is try to convince myself that my job is totally worth the 500 days of rain we get every year.”

You laughed.

“Something tells me it’s not quite that many.”

“Feels like that many,” she rolled her eyes. “Now please. I need BBQ.”

You shook your head and laughed before heading to the elevators to go to lunch with your best friend.

Joel had texted you a warning with his usual good morning text that day.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” he wrote. “Really miss feeling you right before I fall asleep. Please tell me you’re not busy tomorrow night. Heads up, expect Sarah to drop in on you today. I have to be at a site for a few hours and she mentioned stopping by your office. She’ll probably invite you to the cookout we’re having tonight - up to you if you want to come.”

You frowned when you read it. “Up to you if you want to come.” What the fuck did that mean?

“Miss feeling you too,” you added a heart emoji. “Only plans I have for tomorrow night involve you ripping my clothes off.”

You rapped your nails against your phone, waiting to see if he’d text back before you started getting ready for the day but he didn’t. You sighed. He probably had to be on site early and couldn’t use his phone.

“Goddammit,” you muttered, putting your face in your pillow and groaning. How were you supposed to navigate this?

Did Joel want you to come but was trying to keep the pressure off? Did he not want you anywhere near him when Sarah was in town?

Yes, he’d spent a fair bit of time fucking your brains out over the past few weeks but, in reality, he wasn’t anything to you. He was a guy you’d gone out with once, he wasn’t your boyfriend, he didn’t have to invite you over for anything let alone something that might make him feel uncomfortable because you were friends with his kid. Even though, to you, he felt like so much more than some guy you were fucking. So, so much more.

And also your best friend’s dad.

Because fate was a cruel, cruel thing.

You checked your phone every few minutes as you got ready for work but the messages sat on delivered. You sighed and resisted the urge to text again and just kept checking your phone every few minutes in your office, too.

“Wouldn’t argue with some help in the clothing removal department,” he wrote. “I’m going to want you naked fast. Requesting something with easy access so I can get inside you ASAP.”

You smiled and shook your head a little.

“Still warm enough for a sundress,” you sent a winky face emoji with that and briefly considered going to the bathroom to take a selfie that involved an unprofessional amount of cleavage.

“Jesus Christ,” he sent back. “Pull me in a restroom wearing one of those and we’re not stopping at you humping my leg.”

“Counting on it,” you wrote, smiling a little wider before deciding to just bite the bullet. “Did you want me to go tonight? If Sarah asks?”

“What’s go you smiling so big?”

You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw Sarah leaning against the doorframe to your office.

“Good lord, girl, we gotta put a bell on you,” you smiled anyway, being sure to lock your phone before getting up to hug her. “What are you doing here?”

“My dad had some client issue so I figure I’d come visit my bestie,” she gave you a squeeze before stepping back from you. “Plus I’m dying to see where I’m going to commute to every day once they finally let me come here.”

Sarah picked the restaurant, a BBQ place that wasn’t far from your office and only offered wooden picnic tables sitting under a rusted metal awning for seating.

“Oh this is going to be good shit,” you said, taking a deep breath, the smell of smoked meat heavy on the air. “I can tell.”

“Knew you’d love this place,” she smiled. “Kind of surprised my dad hasn’t taken you here already, actually.”

You froze for half a second before regaining your composure.

“We’ve only gone out the one time since the first time we met up,” you shrugged. “Can’t exactly show me the entire city in that time.”

The two of you got in line, the place starting to get crowded now that it was pushing noon.

“I know,” she rolled her eyes. “I just really thought you guys would hit it off I guess.”

Well you’d definitely done that.

“Does it really bother you that I’m not hitting the town with your dad more?” You asked, teasing.

“Kind of, actually,” she laughed. “You know those stupid TV episodes they do where the cast of one show goes on another show?”

“The crossover ones?” You frowned.”

“Right,” she nodded. The line moved and the two of you stepped forward. “This was like… my real life crossover episode and it just kinda flopped. Like my two favorite characters finally were in the same place and just didn’t have the chemistry for good TV.”

Yeah, chemistry? Not your issue with Joel.

“I’ll be sure to lodge your complaint with the writers,” you said dryly. “Tell them to get their shit together.”

You talked Sarah into ordering the meats you didn’t so you could try at least a bite of everything and you were almost uncomfortably full when you dropped your final wet napkin on the butcher paper covered tray in front of you.

“Oh, hey, meant to ask you before,” she said, polishing off her Dr. Pepper. “Did you have any plans tonight? My dad caved and is grilling out. My Uncle Tommy is coming over, his wife Maria, a few neighbors who have known me since I was in diapers and who can tell you every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done…”

“I don’t think they can tell me about the time you got drunk at karaoke night and tried to take the mic from that guy who was making an ass of himself,” you smirked.

Sarah groaned, throwing her head back and laughing.

“Oh my God, I forgot about that!”

You laughed, too, and took a second to check your phone to see if Joel had gotten back to you.

He had.

“Love for you to come,” he wrote. “Just going to be hell keeping my hands to myself all night. But would rather do that than not see you.”

You smiled a little and put your phone down.

“Yeah, I’ll come,” you said. “Just tell me what I can bring.”

You were almost giddy by the time you got home. It’s not like you’d seen Joel every day since you’d met him but the option always felt like it was there. You’d only texted a bit since the phone sex Sunday and it felt like it had been eons since you’d gotten to touch him. You wondered if it would be weird if you gave him a hug when Sarah was there. You could get away with a hug, right?

You pulled out a few outfit options, trying to find something that would make Joel want to check you out but not look like you were trying to get him to check you out. You pulled the shirts out and hung them on your floor length mirror so they were next to each other when you got an idea.

You stripped out of your work clothes and changed into your favorite matching bra and panty set, standing in front of the mirror with the shirts still hanging on it, arranging yourself so you could see your body between the clothes. You took a picture.

“Which shirt for tonight?” You typed, sending the picture to Joel.

He responded while you were jumping into your jeans, the denim tight on your thighs and hips.

“You’re cruel, you know that right?” He wrote. “I vote green. Feel like you’ll cause less trouble in the green.”

The green was a little tamer, you supposed. The v-neck wasn’t quite as low, the eyelet lace softer and almost girlish. You smiled a little.

“You’re right,” you wrote back. “Black it is.”

Black was a wrap top, with a deeper v-neck, something that would highlight your curves even more. And give Joel easy access.

“You’re a menace,” he texted.

“I know :)”

You got dressed and stopped by HEB on your way over, picking up a dozen bottles of Shiner. You’d had to consciously toe the line of trying without trying too hard and you stomach was in knots as you walked up to his front door. What if your hair or your makeup or your shoes or the tightness of your jeans screamed “I’m fucking the man who lives in this house”?

But you took a deep breath and rang the doorbell anyway. It didn’t take long for it Sarah to rip it open with a squeal, pulling you inside.

“I’m so glad you came!” She said, jumping a little as she pulled away from you. “This is going to be so much fun, I promise. See, we’re going to do shit like this all the time when I move down here. We gotta manifest it, girl, I’m telling you. It’s even more fun when it’s summer and people want to swim because getting drunk in a pool that’s not open to every other idiot in your apartment complex is seriously the best pass time.”

“I can only imagine,” you smiled. “And, I brought beer!”

You held up the six packs just as Joel went rushing past, on his way to the kitchen. But he doubled back and stopped, a slow smile spreading across his face as he looked you up and down from over Sarah’s shoulder. You smirked just a little and he shook his head slightly, smiling.

“Good to see you,” he said, stepping around Sarah for a somewhat awkward hug. He lowered his voice, his lips next to your ear, speaking so softly you could barely hear him. “Menace.”

He stepped back and you smiled wider.

“Good to see you, too.”

Joel took the beers from your hands and his eyes lingered a little too long on your chest - not that you were arguing.

“Come on,” Sarah slipped her hand into yours. “I want you to meet everybody!”

She tugged you along behind her to the backyard, you giving Joel an apologetic smirk over your shoulder, people standing in little clusters around the pool. You spotted Joel’s brother immediately, the resemblance hard to miss. He was standing next to a beautiful woman with braids half way down her back, his arm around her waist. You smiled a little. You remembered dropping Sarah off at the airport when she flew down the year before for her uncle’s wedding.

“Have fun!” You said, putting her duffle bag on her shoulder as your car sat with the emergency flashers on in the loading zone.

“Yeah, this is going to be a disaster,” she said. “There’s no way they’re making it down the aisle. I haven’t met Maria but it’s Tommy. He’s jumped from woman to woman since before I was born, the day he settles down is the day hell freezes over.”

When you picked her up again three days later, she had a different story.

“So did they actually get hitched?” You asked as she flopped heavily into the passenger seat.

“Holy shit, they did. She is the only woman on the planet who could actually get him to settle down,” she said. “And by some miracle, she wanted to. No accounting for taste with some people…”

You laughed and headed to your favorite bar to hear all about it. You hadn’t really expected to ever really meet him except maybe in passing at Sarah’s wedding one day. Now you were meeting him in your - boyfriend’s? Fuck buddy’s? Who knows what’s? - backyard.

“Tommy, Maria!” Sarah called as the two of you worked your way around the pool. “Got someone for you to meet, she’s new in town and in desperate need of social contacts.”

She made the introductions and Tommy laughed when he heard your name.

“The infamous best friend,” he smiled, pulling you in for a hug. “She as bad an influence on you as she was on me?”

“Oh shut up,” she rolled her eyes.

“She talked me into grand larceny once,” Tommy said, pointing accusingly at Sarah with the beer bottle in his hand.

“Did she now?” You asked, brows raised.

“Oh yes,” he nodded, smiling cheekily. “She was seven and Joel said she couldn’t have all her Halloween candy on Halloween…”

“A crime, really,” she smiled, grabbing Tommy’s beer and taking a drink before giving it back.

“And she was so cute, these big eyes and her little princess costume and her hair going in about a million different directions…”

“Yeah, Dad hadn’t figured out how to handle that yet,” she laughed a little.

“I caved,” Tommy said. “I put up a valiant fight…”

“You said yes immediately!” Sarah scoffed. “I barely even had to pout…”

“She was a monster,” Tommy cut her off. “I was at her mercy, I swear!”

“And then what happened?” Joel asked, joining your little circle with two beers in hand. He wordlessly pressed one into your palm. You smiled a little at him and he brushed his hand down your spine on his way to putting it in his back pocket. “C’mon, you two partners in crime, finish that story. What happened?”

“Nothing that bad,” Tommy waved him off.

“Yeah, it was fine,” Sarah said. “No lasting damage…”

“For you two maybe,” Joel laughed. “I was the one who was up until 3 in the morning washing all her bedding and scrubbin’ the wall of her room because she projectile vomited three pounds of candy like she was starring in the damn Exorcist.”

You laughed as Sarah and Tommy both tried to downplay it and Maria just lovingly patted her husband’s shoulder, rolling her eyes. While everyone was distracted, you snuck a look at Joel. Just a second to actually look at his face as he laughed and smiled with his family. It was a little unfair, how good looking he was. Somehow both rugged and soft, handsome and beautiful and you had to resist the urge to reach up and twist your fingers in his slightly unruly curls. You looked back at Sarah before anyone said anything and took a sip of beer.

Sarah got sidetracked talking with Tommy and you took advantage of it, leaning in to whisper in Joel’s ear.

“You’re really hot,” you said quietly. “Also, I got you a present, it’s in my purse.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows, a devious look on his face.

You rolled your eyes.

“Not that exciting,” you said.

“What are you two conspiring about?” Maria asked and you almost flinched as Tommy and Sarah turned their attention to you.

“Just how to get this one to stop meddlin’,” Joel said smoothly, nodding to his daughter.

“I do not meddle,” she replied. “I just nudge people in the right direction. Because I’m smarter than them.”

You got along well with Joel’s brother and sister-in-law. Tommy seemed more like a big brother to Sarah than an uncle, which made sense when they talked about her childhood years. Tommy was six years younger than Joel, just 16 when Sarah came into the world. So while he adored his niece, he wasn’t exactly mature enough to be a parent-like figure. It sounded like he’d helped his brother out a lot but had been more of a friend to Sarah than anything else.

You liked watching her and Joel with their friends and family, the easy familiarity of it all, the comfort of having history with people. It was something that was missing from your life.

Sure, you liked your life. You liked it quite a bit, actually. You had a job you enjoyed that paid you good money, you’d lived in some interesting places - Seattle, three years in New York City, an internship in Chicago, even Washington D.C. for a bit - and you could do just about whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. That was the beauty of not having anything to tie you down. The cost just meant not having roots and, sometimes, that hurt.

Joel disappeared inside at one point and, after taking quick stock of the backyard to make sure no one else was inside with him, you followed. You slipped into the entry and grabbed your purse, pulling out the bag of Fire Sour Patch Kids you’d seen in the candy aisle on your way to grab beer when you stopped at the store earlier that day.

Joel was in the kitchen cutting vegetables for burger toppings and you climbed on the counter next to the cutting board. He looked up at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to hide his smile while he shook his head.

“Meant what I said about you bein’ a menace,” he said, his eyes on the knife. “You’re torture. Beautiful torture but torture.”

“We aim to please,” you smiled, holding out the candy. He frowned for a second, drying his hands on his jeans, before he laughed and took the bag. “Warned you it wasn’t exciting…”

“This is great, Beautiful,” he leaned in and kissed you lightly, like it was an automatic thing, as though you did this in his kitchen all the time. “Been wantin’ to try these and then I never buy the damn things….”

“I’ll help you eat them if they suck,” you smiled. “And you can help me eat them if they don’t.”

He smiled again and moved in front of you, nudging your legs apart so he was standing between your thighs and he leaned in and kissed you - really kissed you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, his hands sliding up your legs to your waist as he tugged you closer. You draped your arms over his shoulders and pressed yourself against him and savored his touch. Fuck, you’d missed this. It had only been a few days but it felt like an eternity of him being out of reach and it was almost reassuring to feel the way his hands fit against your body even after some time apart.

“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he was breathless when he pulled away from you, his hands still on your body. “Just couldn’t wear the green, could ya?”

“And miss out on this?” You teased, running your fingers through his hair. “Never.”

Sarah sat between the two of you at dinner, the best spot for you and Joel to be in when you thought about it. Next to you was too much temptation, you’d end up touching each other and then not be able to help yourselves and that was bad.

Across wasn’t great, either, as you’d discovered at dinner the other night. If you could just check each other out the whole night, that wasn’t the safe way to go. Not to mention the opportunities for playing footsie under the table.

No no, you needed a better way to keep your hands to yourselves and Sarah was a great barrier for that - both literally and metaphorically - and you managed to get through the meal without any big slip ups. Something you were pretty damn proud of, if you did say so yourself.

You excused yourself to the bathroom as things were in that easy after dinner conversation stage of the evening, everyone pleasantly full and a little drunk, Sarah laughing with a neighbor from down the street whose name you’d forgotten. But when you opened the bathroom door to head back outside, Joel was there, pushing you back into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Joel!” You hissed, his hands on your waist.

“You really can’t expect me to wait when you show up lookin’ this damn good,” he growled, boosting you up so you were perched on the edge of the sink. “Everyone’s too busy to even notice we’re gone…”

His mouth found your neck and your chest as he untied your top, his tongue and teeth ranging over your skin and you couldn’t help but moan at his attention, your body already feeling warm and wanting. Joel stepped back from you a he fully opened your shirt, revealing your body to him as though it were some wondrous thing, moaning as he did.

“Fuck Beautiful,” his hands trailed up your exposed skin to cup your breasts through your bra. “Ain’t fair how one person can look this damn good…”

“Had to pull you away from the grill somehow,” you smiled, tugging him back against you and kissing him. He kissed you back, getting more and more desperate as he did. He pulled your breasts free of their cups so he could suck at them and hold them in his large hands, moaning into you. Your hands ran down his body to find his cock hard in his jeans, feeling him through the fabric, desperately wishing you could just rip all his clothes off and get him inside you.

“Think you can come from just your clit?” He asked, breathless, as he licked and sucked your neck.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Think you can come from just my hand?”

“It’d take less than that,” he panted as he opened your jeans and slid his hand inside as best he could, his finger finding your clit quickly. He ghosted over it with his finger, making you squirm and moan. “Fuck, Beautiful, you close already?”

“Maybe,” you panted as he pressed a little harder against the sensitive nub. You reached down to pull out his cock to start jerking him off but he caught your hand. You whined a little.

“Not yet,” he kissed back up to your mouth, holding his lips a fraction of an inch away from yours. “Lemme take care of you…”

He kissed you then, his tongue slipping into you as his finger pressed into your clit. You groaned and rocked your hips on him and you felt him smile against your lips. He started rubbing you in slow, aching circles, adding a little pressure every time around, matching his kiss to the pace of his fingers. You moaned desperately against him and he picked up his pace, working you over until you were gasping into his mouth while you came from his fingers.

“Fuck,” you panted as Joel slipped his hand from your pants. “How are you so goddamn good at that?”

“You’re so pretty when you come it’s easy to remember what does it,” he replied, stepping back from you. You slid off the sink but, instead of fixing your bra and closing your shirt, you dropped to your knees and started unzipping his fly. “Baby…”

“I can be quick,” you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you freed his cock. You never really got used to hot big he was - thick, heavy, long. But you’d be fine choking on him if it meant making him come.

You started by licking his head and he let out a shuddering little moan and you smiled a little, lapping at the dripping pre-come at his slit like he was your favorite flavor of ice cream. Which, he kind of was. Heady and masculine and Joel, knowing that he was dripping because of you made you want him even more.

Instead of taking the more gradual route, you took him into your mouth and throat all at once, having to swallow around the head of him as he pushed past your gag reflex. His hand flew to your head, fingers twisting in your hair and sinking into the thin layer of flesh over your skull.

“Oh fuck,” he panted. “Oh my fucking god…..”

You sucked him and moaned, the vibration of your vocal chords working the tip of him as it was lodged in your throat. You pressed your tongue against the thick vein that ran along the underside of him before you started pulling back, his grip on your head relaxing just enough to let you do it. You worked is cock up and down, sucking and licking and taking him into your mouth until you started to cough. He panted and moaned as you worked him until, eventually, he was clinging to the sink to stay upright.

“Fuck, please Baby, I need to come,” he groaned. You smiled as much as you could when your mouth was full of his thick cock. “Lemme… can I…”

You looked up at him, eyes wide, as you slid down him so he was buried in your mouth to the root and you hummed your approval. His hands immediately flew to your head and he started fucking into your mouth. You took it, swallowing past your gag reflex with each deep stroke. He didn’t last long, just a few pumps, before he was spilling into you, moaning quietly as he did. You swallowed it all, his cock so deep in your throat you could barely even taste him as he pumped his come into you.

“Fuck,” he all but collapsed against the sink and you carefully slid his cock from your mouth and got up, wiping your mouth on the back of your wrist. You adjusted your bra and tied your shirt again.

“Worth it?” You teased.

“Jesus Christ woman,” he groaned. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek before you went to leave the bathroom but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back against him to kiss you deep and long. You tried to hide your surprise. Other guys you’d been with weren’t huge on kissing you after you went down on them. Joel didn’t seem to mind. But then, Joel just wasn’t like other men. You smiled as you pulled back from him and he laughed a little.

“What?” You frowned.

“We made a mess of your makeup,” he jerked his head toward the mirror, tucking his cock back in his pants as you checked your reflection. Your lipstick had smeared and you laughed a little, too.

“Good thing I have more in my bag,” you said, grabbing a sheet of toilet paper and cleaning up what you could. “See you back out there?”

“Once I remember how to walk again,” he teased.

It was sheer luck that Maria came in to use the bathroom as you adjusted your lipstick in the entryway mirror and not a few minutes earlier and you popped a breath mint so you could think about something besides the fact that the last thing in your mouth had been Joel’s cock when you talked with Sarah.

You left only about an hour later, giving Sarah a long hug as she walked you to your car.

“I’ll be back again soon for Thanksgiving,” she smiled, squeezing you tight. “Just manifest with me!”

“I’m manifesting so hard I might break something,” you smiled back, trying to ignore the knot of guilt in your stomach about hiding something so big from her.

“And seriously,” she said, stepping back from you. “If you need a friend before I get down here…”

“Call the whole Miller clan,” you smiled. “I got it.”

“Good,” she said. “We’ll just make a Miller out of you yet.”

You tried to ignore how your heart skipped a beat at the thought of that.

“Sounds good to me.”

Joel came straight to your place after dropping Sarah off at the airport the next night. You answered the door in a sundress - as promised - expecting to go to dinner.

Which, in hindsight, was foolish.

“Fuck,” you said, looking Joel up and down. He had flowers. He was in a plain, dark t-shirt that was tight around his biceps, his jeans hanging just right on his hips.

“What?” He frowned.

“Just get in here and let me fuck you,” you said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into your apartment.

The flowers were quickly abandoned on the breakfast bar in your kitchen as you kissed him, tugging his shirt off and casting it aside before you dragged him to the bedroom.

“We gotta eat at some point tonight, Baby,” he said between kisses as you shoved him down on the bed.

“That’s fine,” you panted, stepping out of your panties and casting them aside. “We can do this twice.”

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he said, lifting his hips so he could slide his pants down a little and sitting so his back was against your headboard. He started working his cock, already hard in the palm of his hand. You straddled him, the skirt of your dress hiding your dripping pussy and his leaking cock from view. He kept one hand on his cock but the other went to your hips as you lowered yourself toward him until your pussy brushed his thick head. “Oh shit, fuck Beautiful, I need… Fuck, need inside you, I need to be inside you…”

“I know,” you breathed before sinking onto his cock with a shaking moan. His other hand flew to your waist, too, pulling you down on him so his whole length was sheathed within you. You panted for breath as your body adjusted to the intrusion. “I need you, too.”

“Fuck,” his head fell back against the headboard. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good every time, s’like I belong in this pussy, like your pussy was made to take this cock.”

“Made to ride this cock,” you moaned, starting to rise and fall over him with a satisfied groan. Joel somehow hit all the right angles inside you, the thickness of his shaft stretching you deliciously, his head finding the sensitive place deep inside you and pressing against it, making your pussy start to tighten around him.

“Oh shit,” his grip on you got firmer, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of you. “Want you to come on this cock, Beautiful. Want you to use me to get yourself off, fuck, Baby, make yourself come on my cock…”

You buried your face in his neck and breathed in his deep, clean, masculine scent and started riding him harder, adjusting your hips so your clit was leaving an obscene, messy streak of your slick up and down his bare stomach. You licked and sucked at his neck as you rode him, fucking down on him hard and fast and grinding your clit against him. As your body tightened, you sat up straighter, pressing your forehead to his own so you could see his face, the liquid heat in you centering around where he was inside you until you came with a desperate moan around him.

“There we go,” he almost sounded like he was in pain he was so desperate. “Fuck, you come so fuckin’ pretty Baby, so goddamn pretty. Feel so good, coming on my cock, better than anything else, fuck Beautiful, I can’t…”

Joel took control of your hips then, pumping you up and down his shaft and you tried to help as best you could as you rode out your orgasm. His hips fucked up into you hard and fast until he was emptying himself into you, moaning as he did.

You collapsed on top of him, panting for breath and he went from holding your hips to wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to him. You stayed like that for a few minutes, your breaths synchronizing as you both came back down from our highs.

“So,” you said, breathing not quite back to normal yet. “Dinner?”

He laughed.

“Dinner.”

When you fell asleep in Joel’s arms that night, all naked and entwined with him, you were starting to think that you could get used to this. That you wanted to do this all the time, every day. Do all of life’s stupid little things with him, go grocery shopping with him and pay the water bill with him and deal with traffic jams with him.

You just weren’t sure how to talk about that yet.

But that was OK. You were getting there, you could tell.

When Joel kissed you goodbye in the morning, he brushed your hair back from your forehead so he could kiss you there too.

“Leaving already?” You mumbled.

“‘Fraid so,” he said softly. “Need to get an early start at the job site. Can I see you tonight?”

You just hummed in response. He frowned.

“That’s a yes, I hope,” he said. You nodded and you opened your eyes just enough to see him smile broadly. “I’ll text you. Have a good day, Baby.”

“You too,” you mumbled into your pillow.

When you got up an hour later, there was a sticky note on your coffee maker, telling you to check your fridge. Inside was an iced latte from the coffee shop down the street and you smiled so big it was hard to do your makeup as you got ready to go.

You were still on cloud nine when you were getting ready to take a client to lunch that afternoon, doing a last check of your makeup when you got a call from the reception desk downstairs.

“Someone’s here for you,” the receptionist sounded skeptical. “I’m not letting him back without you.”

“No problem,” you laughed. “We’re going off site for lunch, tell him I’ll be down in a minute.”

You went to the lobby, looking for someone who at least vaguely resembled the headshot from your client’s website when you did a double take.

The man sitting on the couch in reception smiled when he saw you and your heart sank into your stomach as he headed for you.

“Hey Angel,” he smiled.

You couldn’t smile back.

“Shit.”

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driftwithme · 8 months

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Some notes on my interpretation of chaleigh:

Although Chuck had had a teen crush on Raleigh, it wasn't 'til they personally met that it hit Chuck with full force.

That's because Raleigh never felt real to Chuck until that moment. All Chuck had was an idealized version of Raleigh, the reason why Chuck couldn't help to feel threatened by Raleigh, afraid of getting replaced now Raleigh was back. It was the Double Event what made reality land on Chuck. Raleigh was real and had just saved him and his dad and he was out there risking his life against 2 kaijus with no option for reinforcements and Chuck had been a colossal dick to him, fuck.

On the other hand, it is Operation Pitfall what makes it for Raleigh.

You know that scene when he states he is looking forward to the future for the first time in 5 years? I think post-Pitfall Raleigh carries that energy with him --they can live now, war is over, he's free.

Raleigh hears Chuck's "last words" in his nightmares. Those nights, conversations that haunts him get mixed 'til he hears Chuck's I want to come back 'cause I like my life and Yancy's Raleigh listen!! and Pentecost's you know what you have to do and Mako's Raleigh please and even his own words anyone can fall. He thinks there's something there but it's gone by morning light.

Chuck knew before Pitfall he was in love with Raleigh, but pushed it down 'cause they were heading on a suicidal mission. It'd done no good. There was no time.

Post-Pitfall Chuck can't look at Raleigh without feeling his heart bursting with hope. He hates it and hates himself and hates Raleigh because his love rivals his grief (for having survive when Pentecost died) and he's really really suffering. No man is made to be that happy when all he wants to do is die.

Which means yes, Chuck is suicidal.

He's passively suicidal tho. He'd not do anything to hurt himself but he is simply not taking care of himself either.

And from all it's worth, Raleigh Becket is the most qualified person to guide him through it. Raleigh is a bit desperate on that sense 'cause he recognizes himself after Knifehead in Chuck and he swears he can't let it happen. Not to someone else. He can't let the story repeat itself. It's gonna destroy them both.

I think it's just a matter of time before Raleigh fondness for Chuck turns into deep respect and admiration. It's just a matter of time before it is too much for poor Chuck and he's exploding again (in a figurative sense, sorry!) and confessing his feelings to Raleigh if only because he can't focus on his healing when he's too busy swallowing his love for Raleigh.

I think Raleigh kiss him first and Chuck punches him and refuses to see him or let him close to him, believing that the Becket is only doing it to heal Chuck. Not that Raleigh could feel anything for him anyway, right? He pushes the pain away and goes ranger mode again and it's a total mess. Mako and Herc panic because hell, co-pilots can't read minds out of the drift, everyone! They know it's bad and they know Raleigh and Chuck are agonizing over it and they do have a clue of what might be happening (they are not completely blind), but still.

Raleigh is mad mad. He knows how he feels about Chuck and it pisses him off that Chuck is deciding it for him. It only shows him that Chuck doesn't respect him like a grow ass man yet, that Chuck is being selfish by pushing Raleigh away to protect his own feelings, not caring about how it might hurt Raleigh too. He is beyond angry. He thought they were friends! He thought they had gone past the fighting to hide their fears! Beyond the need to hurt the other to shut him up, beyond burying their own needs in favor of saving the world! They are free, finally, and Raleigh is pissed because he is dying to show Chuck what it means, he is scared for Chuck and he's scared he'll lose him now that he could have him and he doesn't know why Chuck. Won't. Listen!!!!!

When Chuck finally settles in his head enough to realize that he hurt Raleigh again, he's scared to death it is too late, that he has screwed their chance for real this time, that Raleigh got tired of him or got too hurt or worst. The possibility of losing the first friend he has in years is driving him crazy.

Chuck has years of trauma / training to on how to force himself out of his own bloody body, always aiming to be the perfect soldier, even if no one likes him, even if it makes him lonely, even if he feels it eating at his lungs when night falls and he has no one to tell him it that his nightmares are not real, he is meant to be alive, it was not an error, he is not there by mistake. They are always some variation of what if Herc was supposed to save his mom but he fucked up what if he was meant to die on pitfall but the breach fuck it up what if what if what if.

I'm not implying Chuck is not smart or emotionally aware enough to push all of it away, knowing it to be a lie. What I'm saying is that it's hard to fight that war on your own. Those battles... you cannot win them getting on a jaeger. You cannot win them in one night. Or a year. Or even a lifetime. You fight every day and some you lose. You'll have to keep going, tho. Again and again and again. That's what every survivor knows. You survive every year a bit more.

At this point Raleigh was probably just waiting for Chuck to come around. He talked it out with Mako, who helped him come to terms with the whole situation, and with Herc, who promised to keep Raleigh informed at all times and to help Chuck open up when he was ready.

It is the last nail on Chuck's coffin: to realize Raleigh Becket was willing to wait for him like that. Chuck's feeling raw and bared, naked. Raleigh is looking at him like he did after the double event, like he is evaluating something, all blank faced. And like then, Chuck lowers his chin and forces himself to stare back, stay quiet, let Raleigh decide how to feel about him.

Chuck completely broke the moment Raleigh's mouth softened and the edges of his eyes started wrinkling, the muscle of his cheek hinting a tiny puppy smile. His whole life is rushing back through his veins and he is breathing in without even wondering if he shouldn't be shocking on salt water and oh, Chuck is so in love with Raleigh Becket, fuck.

They sit and talk.

Raleigh says:

You can't go into a relationship trying to be both people at once, Chuck. You can only be you and I can only be me and we will have to make it work.

You'll think that after piloting giants of steel, the veterans of the jeager program would effortlessly fly on their own feet, light and comfortable. No one tells you how awkward it is to relearn how to live with only one brain inside your head or relearn to fight fate with a much more fragile body. No one tells you how hard it is to learn how to live again, after you've were sure you wouldn't make it out alive.

But it gets sweeter, the process, when you expect arms wrapped around you when you fall, lips and thumbs erasing the tears from your cheeks. It is as good as it gets, Chuck knows, Raleigh knows.

Too bad they've always been the ones to challenge what is said to be the limit.

#pacific rim #pacrim #pacific rim 2013 #pacrim 2013 #raleigh becket #chuck hansen #chaleigh #chuck x raleigh #raleigh x chuck

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Ok, let’s get annoyed with Fugly Slut! Y7Ch51, post Perry’s experiment commentary.

No. Don’t try to make him feel better. It’s his fault he’s a fucking idiot.

I’m shocked to agree with you, but I’m really surprised as well.

NO. HE’S THE REASON THE LIFE OF A STUDENT NEEDED TO BE SAVED.

SEE?!

It’s very uncomfortable to side with Fugly Slut, but you can’t argue with facts.

It’s very simple: you’re just a stupid idiot.

LOL! NO FUCKING WAY! And honestly, it’s not even about that dumb experiment.

Yes. You can ask again, so I can laugh in your face again and remind you that I’ll never forgive you.

Then perish.

WHY THE FUCK WOULD SHE WANT TO GET BACK TOGETHER WITH THIS PIECE OF SHIT?? 😭😭😭 HE LEFT HER WITH TWO LITTLE CHILDREN DURING A WAR!!! 😭😭😭

You know, as much as I hate that Peregrine is supposedly our father, it’s very clear that Perry and Fugly Slut are indeed related. They both apparently see the Mother as a mere object that’s supposed to please them. For Perry, she was just a fling and a fun time before he got bored. For Fugly Slut, she’s needed only to complete his picture of the ideal family. Who the fuck cares what she wants, right?

IT IS HIS FAULT!

NO, YOU DO NOT.

UM, NO?! HELL NO!!!

Trust me, I regret it deeply.

Ok, but the first important conclusion coming from this whole situation is that it’s once again painfully obvious that Fugly Slut has nothing in common with the original Jacob. Jacob was super smart and extremely cautious. He came up with his own code just to secure his private notes. He would also use Legilimency on Madam Rosmerta (who he had to be pretty close with), just to make sure it’s safe to trust her. You really want to tell me that any of that would ever occur to Fugly Slut?

But even that aside I have to point out that the whole “I wanted to bring our family back together” simply makes no sense... for anything. Sure, Fugly Slut was established as someone very naive and impulsive. But the problem is that we’re talking about Peregrine in specific now. And let me remind you our first conversation about him:

It always annoyed me that Jacob says this line even if you chose to tell Peregrine that you don’t want him in your life. However, on the other hand, I saw it as a build-up for the narrative: “Jacob was older when Peregrine left and he remembers how hard it was for everyone. MC was younger and therefore they’re more likely to forgive Peregrine”. It’s pretty much supported by our conversation from the next chapter, too:

Again, he basically was like: “I still remember how badly he hurt us”. So... it really makes no sense that he confesses now that: “Boo-hoo, I always wanted our family back”. I mean, it does make sense, but:

it’d make way more sense for MC because as I said, they were younger, they don’t remember everything, so they might be more likely to forgive Perry’s mistakes;

it makes Fugly Slut incredibly childish because it means his distrust towards Peregrine was just an act to get attention or whatever.

Seriously, it’s like JC was too scared to let MC make any mistake, so they decided to ignore everything they wrote just a couple of chapters earlier and put the fault on Fugly Slut. Which I don’t mind too much in general - but I wish it’d make sense at least. And the thing is that it could’ve been totally done. Just skip the whining about the family and make Jacob’s reasoning something like:

I might not agree with Dad, but he does have a point about the Ministry. I felt responsible for you and mum ever since he left, and I believed that by fighting the corruption, I can secure a better future for you. I didn’t trust him, but I thought it was a risk worth taking. I was wrong.

That’s it. As simple as that. Like... it’s basically right there already. Why the hell they thought it’s a good idea to make it about family right now?

#long post #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #hphm jacob #hphm peregrine #jacob's family #hphm r #year 7 #Y7Ch51 #playing hphm #analysis post

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rueitae · 11 months

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Season 2, Episode 7: the crackle goes kiwi caper for @csweekly

AKA, one more week until Stockholm. Get pumped.

This opening is so cool. Love how it’s so seamless from the previous episode. We were promised Moscow and that’s what we get. There is a nice tension to the scene too that Player doubles down on. He’s glad to hear the IDs worked, which means they weren’t sure that they would.

Hello Mr Rhys Darby nice to hear your voice again. I would support your promotion to Faculty.

Dr Bellum has SEVEN uncles. And she hates figures of speech. I love??? These moments?? The Faculty are evil but also silly and completely human. It’s these moments that humanize them. Give them depth.

It is. SO cool to see Shadowsan vs Neal here. Maybe it’s because they’re in disguise, and Neal is an older operative, and they’ve got history, or maybe because it we get to see Carmen and Shadowsan really slickly working together on a caper. Up until now they’ve all been mostly improv. We are in the thick of it now.

Love the sibs getting to work on the warehouse and make it like home. Its productive for them! Look at Ivy’s smile! Zack’s sandwich!

OH yes! Okay Shadowsan is able to confirm for Carmen that Bellum wiped Gray’s mind. I love this moment because team red now has the most complete picture of the whole situation now that Shadowsan’s with them. And Player. Is so funny. He says “fair enough” with his eyes closed, finally surrendering the idea that Crackle is a sleeper agent. Listen, this kid does not like Crackle one bit and this scene just emphasizes it.

Also! Cool that Bellum just always has a project and wants to solve things. She’s a true mad scientist.

The enthusiasm with which Zack looks up to Shadowsan absolutely kills me. Shadowsan never speaks about ninjas in a particularly positive light because that’s what he is, and he knows it’s dark. But Zack puts a positive spin on it. He’s in awe of this man. He wants to learn. ~~he wants a dad~~

Zack. Ivy. nO.

Player what.

WHAT IS THAT GESTURE? Who is gonna sign him (and Carmen and Zack and Ivy) for drama club?

“Player has wicked awesome gamer reflexes” how many rounds of Mario Kart have you lost, Zack? Tell me.

Player offering to use Crackle? Interesting. Must be fully convinced he’s clean then.

Also I appreciate that Carmen says “we can’t pull him back into the game”. Nice little nod to the CS PC games. And that was a 90s Carmen theme too.

But also this episode makes me so mad, just get Player a plane ticket and sell the story to his parents. It’s okay. I’m fine.

The way Gray barely looks at her and is all “you’re late”. Magnificent.

Okay but Shadowsan waiting for the cable guy is an important job.

Okay. Take one moment to appreciate how pretty cool and unique this caper is.

Listen. LISTEN. how funny it would be if “Peter” were actually Player’s legal name. He’s using his legal name as an ALIAS. That's next level crazy. That’s gotta be worth it’s own fic or at least a plot point in one. I’m totally cool with continuing to find fun ways to keep referring to him as Player in fics but this is one instance I might be moved to actually use a non canon name, because there are so many ways to take it.

My “Player has a grudge on Crackle” agenda goes berserk in this episode. They literally talk to each other and have NO idea. My mind is buzzing. Player does it for Carmen but how many times is he thinking about the “my best SCHOOL friend” line. (Not much because he’s comfortable and confident in his friendship but these kids are petty let me live)

So, Gray, what you’re SAYING, is that you wouldn’t mind doing the lighting for Boston.

The way Carmen dances to the music while doing her thing this caper is so cool.

Was. Was Neal the one Black Sheep stole the belt from in her flashback? I wonder that sometimes. It’s so interesting to hear the perspective of an older operative who watched her grow up there.

The panic Player has at the change of plans. Nice show of multitasking too he’s literally typing and not looking.

I love this entire near miss. Bellum, Neal, Gray could have all seen each other so easily this entire part of the episode.

And here’s what I love about Carmen. Between finishing the mission and keeping Gray safe, she doesn’t hesitate.

AH that moment he USES the crackle rod and Carmen is HOLDING her breath if he’ll remember but he doesn’t!

ULTIMATUM!!!! I love a good ultimatum. I don’t think this series has had one yet like this? Like this is super big stakes. I love Bellum. She’s kooky mad scientist who wants to solve problems and the next SECOND she’s like “let’s destroy the rice and starve a whole population” and “let’s cut the power to hospitals and air traffic” like. The others want valuable objects but Bellum’s solo capers are just??? Actual life or death???? It’s chilling. And I just love it when a character is told to surrender or else it’s one of my favorite tropes. VILE is still wanting her alive at this point.

I’m actually fully convinced, that, if given more seasons, there would have been a time travel episode courtesy of Bellum as a nod to the 90a series. This episode further lays the groundwork for her wanting to solve scientific mysteries

Love the parallels to Casablanca here.

Haha. Carmen crashes with her glider two episodes in a row. (I am salivating over next week already)

Carmen is SO relieved that Gray wants to be one of the good guys.

“I do provide a service and it is secret” lol

Player found his bank account lolol not the first time he’s found and tampered with a bank account

VILE never laid eyes in Gray! Player double checking what Carmen wants to do about him, making sure she feels safe since he saw her doing her thief stuff. Carmen’s at peace that he doesn’t remember VILE…

Which ACME is about to COMPLETELY ruin.

Next week, Rue goes feral over the amount of angst and whump in one episode for EVERYONE. But particularly Carmen. I could watch it all day.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #cs liveblog #csweekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego weekly

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amethystina · 11 months

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Hello!

How are you doing? How is life going? How's the writing going?

🌸🌸🌸🌸

Hi! 💜

I'm currently sick x'D So things could be better? But it's just a regular cold, I think, so it'll hopefully pass relatively soon.

But, before getting sick, I was restoring and painting more windows at our old family house. We've almost done half of them now! JFC it takes a lot of time and effort. Like, there are four of those panes to each window and there are nine windows in total that we need to get done — and that's without counting the HUGE one in the stairwell that's four meters up in the air because, well, stairwell. I have no idea how we're supposed to do that window. And I also have to paint the actual window frames.

I mean, it's worth it in the end because I love this house and it's a part of my family history etc. etc. but goddamn if it isn't incredibly tedious work x'D

As for writing, I, uh, haven't done much. I got A LOT of writing done last month but, as is my habit, I write very intently for a short period, then take a break. So the only writing I've done is the words I've added while editing. Which, then again, came up to a total of 4k this month, I think? But editing has been going pretty slow, too, especially right now since this is what happens whenever I try and my dad's dogs are in the same room:

At least it's the smallest of the three. She's still not quite aware of how big she is and thinks it's fully reasonable for her to climb into my lap like she used to when she was a puppy (it's not).

But at least she's smaller than the other two, fully grown monsters. I mean, try writing with this in your lap:

He's my cuddly little baby and I love him to bits but he's also VERY big.

... and yes, you can bet I shove my entire face into his neck fluff as often as I possibly can.

(And no, they're not wolves — they just look like they could be x'D)

But yeah. Very little actual writing is happening. If I'm less feverish I might give it a try this weekend, though? We'll see! I haven't decided on what story, though. I have so many I want to work on and so little time!

Anyhow. Thank you so much for asking, nonnie! I hope you're doing well! Or at least aren't as sick as I am xD

Take care! 💜

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Amethystina and Life #Amethystina Writes #Or does she?#No #Not really #Unless you count subtitles #Because I suddenly decided to go back to my project of resubbing The Devil Judge #I completely forgot about it for MONTHS #Whoops #I also want to draw #I've been learning how to draw people's likeness with only linework #I've been practicing on Ga On #Because he's easy #So I have a bunch of sketches of him #But I want to do a couple more before I post them #SO MANY HOBBIES SO LITTLE TIME

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invisiblegarters · 8 months

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Dangerous Romance Ep 4

Here we are again! When we last met, Kang wanted to get a reward for being a good boy, but dad didn't care if he was or wasn't and got him what he requested for his birthday anyway. Kang was very sad, so Sailom gave him someone to be a good boy for.

"That means Sailom can't control you." Grandma. Give it a little bit of time, he's working on it.

And I think she knows, in some way. Because she seems to know that telling Kang she'll find him a new tutor if he can't pass his midterms is exactly the motivation he needs to actually study. Especially when Kang feels responsible for making sure that Sailom doesn't wind up beaten up at the end of the month (apparently this has happened before, which is horrifying. My guess that the time when Kang found him is the first time it went as far as threatening to burn his skin off with an iron, though. Still, it's terrifying because that means the escalation has been happening for a while).

Aw, studying montage. Cute.

Oop, a metaphor. Thank you Kang for hitting that particular nail right on its head, we might have missed it otherwise.

"Do I really have any influence over you?" Yes, Sailom you really really do.

I don't think Kang is gonna pass. But I appreciate how much Sailom believes in him.

And there it is. F in chem. For a second there I thought that Kang wasn't gonna tell Sailom he failed one. But he did. And aw, the reaction was good. Seriously though, it is impressive that he only failed on subject if he usually fails most of them.

The little glance up at Sailom was cute. Oh, Kang. Your face is gonna give you away every time. Perth and his teeny tiny little expression changes that let you know exactly where his character's head is at.

Do they...not know that they can still hang out if Sailom isn't tutoring Kang anymore? Because they totally can. I guess Sailom might be busy with all his jobs but also, it's not like they're never gonna see each other again.

Sailom out here collecting all the umbrellas.

I love Auto.

No but seriously you two can still hang out. Are we really doing this "different worlds" bullshit when no one even seemed to care in the first place that you two were spending all the time together? Although well, highschool. And I guess it's different when you have an excuse. But still, this pining music and longing glances stuff is a lot. Boys. Get it together (but don't actually get it together, I'm having way too much fun watching this you two are ridiculous).

PIM. HI.

Aw damn you show. I was hoping sports day would be an excuse for them to hang again. They were both clearly hoping for it.

It worries me that Sailom's issues look to be snowballing. Are we gonna get the escort bits sooner than later? I won't pretend that I'm not looking forward to that.

Faster than I thought. Not complaining. Even if he doesn't do it right away we're getting the ball rolling and I am so here for that. Let's do this!

Oooh that meal looks good.

Escort escort ESCORT.

Oooh Kang is disappointed. Look asshole, not all of us have money. This is just making me think of 3 Will Be Free though.

Lol but Pim is far too observant not to see what's up with Kang here. I mean, I think he's also just worried. He's got a whole protection complex going on with Sailom right now on top of whatever else he may or may not feel, so of course he's not going to like the idea of Sailom playing escort for cash.

Aw Pim you're sweet but this has to chafe. Sailom still has his pride. My bet though is that he'll reject Kang's offer where he accepted Pim's, because the pity probably feels worse coming from him. Let's see if I'm right!

Oh but that offer is...damn. Okay. Sailom's pride can't be worth more than that, although I have to wonder if this will introduce a new dynamic between them because he has to know that it was Kang's doing that Grandma made that offer. I feel like at some point Sailom's need to take care of himself is going to butt heads with Kang's need to take care of him. Financially, I mean, since Kang certainly seems to like being spoiled in other ways, lol.

And ha! Cohabitation hijinks to ensue? Guess we'll find out next week.

Oh, they better not be doing a Pim has a crush on one of them thing. Please. I like the dynamics without that. Plus I'm still hoping for a ViewJune pair up in this drama. Do the right thing, show!

In conclusion, this better not be the end of escorting, dammit.

#dangerous romance #episode 4

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loveyourownsmiilee · 1 year

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Juju I love your blog and theories! I personally love the coma!Buck theory, and would be so down for that storyline. But like the way this season is going, I cannot help but think our boys are gonna eventually make it there, hopefully? Like the last ep was full of parallels and I literally thought Eddie was gonna call Buck at the end of the episode?? Also, the whole Felsia asking how Alexis was after being unconscious, helllooo Eddie asking Buck if he was hurt after being shot??? And the first thing we see after their convo is Buck...

Huh what? She's the only one i can count on...like ughhh yes you count on your work partner to also coparent your child, the only person you feel comfortable with having the status of "guardian" because anyone else gives you a panic attack.

I will always be awaiting those adoption papers as a gift in the future because we all know Buck is such a good dad and ughhh, I also love the idea that we might have a Buckely family dinner and Eddie is gonna be there and gonna comment on how good a father Buck had been the past couple years to Chris and has done more than they have his whole life. Like i will literally be a clown until the end 🤡

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for the kind words 🥹 coma!Buck lives in my heart now forever lol. Either way I still think we’ll get him somehow envisioning another life so even if he’s not in a coma, maybe it’s a dream or something. But I really truly do believe Buddie is on the horizon and it’s possible they will get together or we’ll have some definite answer that they will by the end of the season. There’s just so much there. There are many parallels they have with all the other couples on the show. There’s Ryan and Oliver’s behavior off set. There’s just a lot of different things to consider. And even with the “lack of closeness” I think every week we do still get glimpses into how close they are. They clearly talk off screen (Buck and Eddie) bc they know things about one another that we haven’t seen on the show. Eddie is so in tune with Buck that he’s the only one who notices the smallest changes. All that can’t be shown for no reason at all! There’s more coming and I do believe the waiting will be totally worth it in the end. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us with the Buckley parents being back and I really do hope Eddie is involved with that one way or another!! Let’s just continue hanging in there and manifesting ✨

#juju answers #ultraforgottenwords #buddie #911 spoilers #911 speculation

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For Trevor:

☆ ♥

☮ - re: Greta, mainly :)

Okay, let's do this. Again, this is for this ask meme.

Happy headcanon for Trevor

Trevor is a really good dad and paternal figure. Like, he is actually really good at it, even if he does not even realize it. And he also is super happy to be a dad. He loves all three of his kids completely and does the same for those other kids that kinda fell into his arms. He is the dad to have fun with the kids, to laugh with them, but also to hold them in his arms when they are crying.

Wait, I gotta share this stellar parenting moment from Closure with you. Context: Marie (at this point almost 7 years old) complains about the English food being not seasoned a lot.

Sypha got up. “I will get some more bread for Marie.” She shot their daughter a stern look. “I hope bread is alright for the young lady.”

“Bread is fine,” the girl pouted.

While Sypha went to the front of the inn, Trevor sniffed his ale. “You know, I agree with you, Marie.”

“Don't encourage her, Trevor,” Adrian groaned.

“But she is right! The food tastes of nothing! And so does the ale.”

“You liked ale once.”

“Yeah. I did. Because beggars can't be choosers. But I am not a beggar anymore, am I?”

“Oh, so Sir Trevor Belmont has become too much of a nobleman for some simple ale?” At least this got a bloody smile from their dhampir companion. That was hard enough work these days.

“Yeah, apparently I have been.” Trevor straightened out his back and imitated the speech of those fucking nobles. "I would like some proper beer, if you'd please. One brewed no longer than 50 days and no shorter than 35, with hobs from the Nuremberg sort."

This even earned him a snort, both from Marie and Adrian. Only Simon seemed unimpressed.

“What ale?” he asked.

“Ale is a lesser beer,” Trevor explained. “One with less taste.”

“I am sure there will be proper beer to be found around here as well,” Adrian said still smiling. “We'll just have to ask around. They have an abbey after all.”

Trevor gave a melodramatic sigh. “I will need to. I might die of thirst otherwise.”

Marie was still laughing. “You can still drink water!”

“Simple water cannot quench my noble thirst!”

“Well, I guess you'll have to die then!” his daughter announced.

Another dramatic sigh. “Alas.” He closed his eyes and let himself sack against the bench, making her giggle even more. Squinting showed him that it got a grin out of his dear bastard. So, it was worth something.

“He's dead,” Marie giggled and poked him into the side. “Dead!”

Sypha returned to the table. “Who is dead?”

“Trevor died of thirst because he can't drink the stupid ale,” Adrian explained.

Sypha, of course, was not impressed. “He'll have to make due with water then.”

Trevor grunted. “You are no fun,” he accused.

Family headcanon for Trevor

Alright, well, Trevor's family. Let me go full circle here.

As a kid on the Belmont estate Trevor lived there with his paternal grandmother, his parents, his aunt and uncle, three siblings (two younger sisters and one older brother), as well as three cousins (two of them male, one female, though the later was only two years old at the time the fire happened). He was very close to one of the cousins, his older brother and the sister closest to him in age. Yes, they all have names - but I won't look through the documents to search for all of them now. xD But, so, year, in total 9 people died during that fire. And yes, only nine. Because technically both his uncle and his older cousin survived. But... they did not do so for long. It was autumn, when the fire destroyed the estate, and his cousin just died of the coughs in the coming winter, because they could not pay for medicine while laying low. And his uncle got killed the next summer by a werewolf. Leaving Trevor on his own. Which was then when he decided to go to Targoviste, because a kid just does not survive on the streets alone.

Now, his own family then is... a bit complicated. Of course he gets married to Sypha and Adrian and they do have three kids on their own: Marie (who is the oldest and the kid Sypha is pregnant with by the end of the series), Simon (Adrian is the father of him, though that does not really matter to anyone) and Anna (the question of fatherhood is never solved and nobody cares enough to try).

Marie then marries one of Greta's two kids, Ilias, and has four children with him. Though I only know the second youngest of those is named Elisabetha (after Dracula's first wife).

And then there is Simon, who... is doing well with precreating, so to speak. Now, given he is a dhampir, he is fully grown age 12 and manages to become a father age 13. And... Uhm, well, let's put it like this: Nobody is entirely sure how many kids Simon has fathered in the end. Because he is very, very enthusiastic about sticking his dick into everyone who cónsents. So, uhm... Trevor has a lot of grandkids, to put it lightly.

Anna does not procreate as far as my headcanon is right now, because she is a lesbian and has so far not met a trans woman to strike her fancy.

But... of course, then there are the adopted kids of Trevor's. And given the fact that he ends up a vampire in my headcanon and that I might remind you that Trevor, Sypha and Adrian do have an open relationship at some point Trevor also picks up partner's outside the trio (or quartet, counting Greta), from which I know at least of two kids he is gonna have with some other partners. Uhm... Look, immortality and relationship anarchy make for a lot of possible procreation, alright?

Friendship headcanon for Greta

Alright. As I said before, I headcanon Greta as aro but bisexual. She has a queerplatonic relationship to the entire trio of course and that friends with benefits thing going on with Sypha. She also has quite a few friends within the village. Most notable of course the local butcher, who is rather close with her (again: I would need to look up the name).

She in general is good at making friends, because she is just very open hearted and just easily talks with other people. So she just... gets along with most people. (Somewhere there is a half-started story about her and the midwife, but for that I would first have to translate the Simon birth story and........ look, I have a lot of stories, alright?)

She is also very close with Marie, aka the oldest Trephacard-child, who becomes her apprentice, when she gets older.

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