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nomsfaultau · 17 days

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Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

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ariadne-mouse · 16 days

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I mentioned in this post that I thought it would take a life or death choice about Imogen for Liliana to flip, situationally, as opposed to the party being able to convince her to change her ideology (cult juice is strong), and it seems we may have gotten an element of that in Liliana flying to Imogen's aid against Otohan. I'd be very curious what Liliana would have done if she'd gotten there in time to fight, but we'll never know, so we have to digest the moment we got. I also think FCG's death adds another dimension both in-game and above the table. Since we dropped out literally mid-scene after her arrival this post may get stale immediately after the first few minutes of next week's episode, but for now I think it's safe to say that at least for the time Liliana spends with the party right now she will not be an active antagonist. Her daughter called for help and she answered, and her first act was trying to comfort her. Matt also wouldn't hit the players with another big battle fresh off the first (and with that outcome), so if they do have to face Liliana as an enemy it would be later under evolved circumstances.

To be clear I don't think FCG dying means Matt nerfs the threat of Liliana or that this situation means she has flipped permanently, but rather, it neatly interrupts the established dynamic between Liliana and Imogen thus far and creates a chance for new dialogue that doesn't just repeat all the same things as before. Imogen hasn't needed her mother - not really - and maybe still doesn't, but she called for help and is grieving now and the conversation doesn't necessarily have to be the same old "Liliana renounce your cause" but rather "help your daughter here and now" and to connect with her through that emotion. This is probably the best opportunity they'll ever get to flip Liliana in a more than "last ditch in a crisis moment" kind of way or lay the groundwork for that happening later. Now, the party - and Imogen in particular - may rightly be angry with Liliana as an ally of Otohan, and that FCG died because of the cause Liliana supports. Liliana may want to comfort her daughter while also believing that FCG's death was unfortunate but not ultimately a reason to doubt the cause or escape what she sees as inevitable. It's messy! But it's a very interesting situation and FCG's death is such a visible wound on Imogen that it may elicit Liliana to do or consider things she wouldn't, otherwise.

#As evidenced by her convos with Imogen earlier Liliana often thinks of the cause as a way to help Imogen (get rid of powers)#or that be following through that will protect her (prevent her from becoming the Vessel)#and so it's not a strong enough tactic to say “abandon the cause to protect your daughter”#it takes a more immediate tangible threat to effectively pit the “the cause” vs “imogen's safety” against each other #we can (and should) critique the way Liliana's love for Imogen is very flawed and a bit of a time capsule still seeing her as a child etc #but it IS there in its way and may have its role to play in all of this #critical role #cr spoilers #op #c3 #c3e91 #liliana temult #imogen

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dazednstoned · 7 months

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Modern Rdr2 hcs:

-Abigail dresses like it's the 2000s (I'm talking miniskirts, low rise jeans, heeled flip flops w the fucking sparkles). She will never change too.

-Charles and Arthur go on dates to those adoption events to pet all the dogs and cats

-the whole gang frequently gathers for family bbqs. Every time someone ends up getting punched, passing out, or storming off

-Abigail puts Jack on one of those backpack leashes for kids (John too if we're being honest)

-Tilly, Karen, and Marybeth do full goodwill, garage sale, and vintage market days. They do not mess around either

-the only thing hosea knows how to do on his phone is play chess

-Sean still can't read in modern time

-john plays guitar and writes really horrible love songs for Abigail

-Javier and john r for sure in a band together, they're pretty good when they sing the songs Javier wrote

-Lenny and Sean co-parent an extremely neglected widgetable

-Arthur listens to facebook reels on full volume in public w no shame. Isaac is mortified every time

-john has various tattoos, half of them are god awful. He definitely got Abigail's name or initials tattooed somewhere and she was livid

-Karen gives herself piercings with a really shitty piercing gun

-arthur and John work together in construction, an auto shop, or in the equestrian field.

-Dutch has a very rigid and lengthy skincare routine

-john uses 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner, but he says it's 3 in 1 bc it also counts as bodywash

-Tilly is the only one of her family to graduate college (Arthur dropped out of hs when Eliza got pregnant and john never went)

-Hosea is one of those old people you just see walking around the neighborhood at like 8am

-john and Arthur don't wear sunscreen or put on lotion. Abigail sometimes manages to force some sunscreen on John's face before he goes to work tho

-bill refuses to go to gay bars but uses Grindr

-Abigail cuts John and Jack's hair bc she refuses to pay for something she thinks she can do herself (she cannot do it herself)

-Kieran is a hair braiding god. I'm talking French braids, fish tails, you name it.

-john owns a really shitty pick up truck. Jack was either conceived or birthed in the backseat of it (maybe both)

-Sean falls for those free iPhone scams every time

-the only videogame charles plays is stardew valley. He thought it would be relaxing, it wasn't.

-Tilly and Mary Beth are in a book club together

-Abigail is the type of parent to not let her kid play w nerf guns or watch pg13 movies (John is the exact opposite)

-Sadie spends her weekends at rage rooms

-everyone's fridges are covered in drawings Jack made for them

-John, Javier, and Sean game together. Violence always ensues

-dutch does not tip waiters

-john tried to play catch w Jack once and ended up getting hit in the groin by a baseball. He didn't know 4 yr olds could throw that hard

-Abigail and Karen (& sometimes Charles) drink cheap wine together every Sunday and discuss the dumb things their boyfriends did that week

-Lenny and Hosea do the wordle everyday

-Jack is in little league soccer. John sits back drinking a beer as Abigail shouts at the referee

-Abigail got a tramp stamp of a little bow when she was 17 (she regrets it)

-Hosea exclusively sends emails

-Abigail hides John's weed socks bc she doesn't want Jack to see and "fall into a life of drugs" when he's older

-Arthur is a hiking dad through and through. While John is a sit on the couch drinking a beer w his kid in his lap kinda dad

-uncle is the old drunk that lived in the same trailer park as Abigail and John did when Jack was a baby. He kinda just stuck around after

-Miss Molly O'Shea would be a makeup god and u cannot convince me otherwise

I might do a pt 2 late in the future!

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twinterrors29 · 4 months

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the specific Naboo religious sect that Padme belonged to believed very strongly in reincarnation

so the first time Darth Vader is introduced to Princess Leia of Alderaan once her father finally relents and allows her to take over his position in the Senate, when he takes note of her resemblance and looks up her birth date, his first thought is not "Padme's daughter survived"

it's "Padme reincarnated as the Princess of Alderaan"

he finds this conclusion fitting, and of course immediately pledges his loyalty to her

Leia doesn't know what this menace to society's deal is, and honestly doesn't care, and decides to use this to her advantage by telling her father

Bail, of course, is biting his nails thinking that Vader has figured them out, but thankfully no

this is about the time that Sabe and her fellow handmaidens show up, so Vader introduces them to Leia and they all naturally reach the same conclusion

when Ben distantly senses the disturbance in the Force and drags the whole Lars family off to come investigate, Darth "Anakin Is Dead" Vader takes one look at young Luke and doesn't even try to ask about his birth date (or, conveniently, his last name) before assigning him as "Anakin Skywalker Reincarnated"

Ben, hidden in the next room with Bail, is face-palming as hard as possible to try to distract himself from that particular shit show

and now that 'Padme' and 'Anakin' are in the same room, Vader of course tries to ship them, with Sabe's passive support

Bail, sweating: maybe,,, we should not encourage that,,,

Vader: Why.

Bail, full of hypocritical shit: uh,,, he's not suitable, for the future Queen of Alderaan

which only serves to offend Vader, because what, Baby Me isn't good enough for Baby My Wife now?

so Bail throws in a faked relationship with a certain spice freighter captain he hired on the spot to fill the role of his daughter's secret boyfriend

before Vader can get upset about Baby Padme dating someone who isn't Baby Anakin, Sabe eyeballs this dude with no official birth records and asks, what DID happen to Kenobi? or maybe that Captain Rex fellow from the war?

causing Bail to nearly stroke out, as he KNOWS that neither of those men are even dead, and in fact one of them is choking on his spit in the other room as he listens in!

(this fake-dating effort additionally backfires, not that anyone realizes it yet, because both twins start actually dating this scruffy-looking nerf-herder)

of course Vader immediately questions why Sabe suggested that Captain Solo might be Kenobi, and got hit with Sabe's "well, Skywalker was always psychosexually fixate on Kenobi, and all of us knew he was the hot one even if Padme settled for Skywalker"

Vader: ...What. Was that thing you said. About Skywalker.

Sabe: yeah, Skywalker literally couldn't shut up about the guy, even while he was having sex with his wife, luckily she was into that if you know what I mean

Vader: ...

Vader: no, that is the perfectly normal level of interest to have in Kenobi

Sabe, remembering the way Darksiders always seemed to fixate on Kenobi: ...uh-huh, riiiight

Vader decides he's Not Dealing With That, and pours that energy into his fixation on Finding Kenobi in order to kill him about it

Ben, one too-thin wall away, is seriously considering letting that happen so he doesn't have to hear any more of this

but, of course, eventually Sidious notices Vader's interest in the young Senator Organa

and Sheev Palpatine was, interestingly enough, from the same sect as Padme

which means that he quickly puts together what Vader has concluded about Leia as a reincarnation of Padme Amidala

but unlike Sabe (and Vader, who has seriously deluded himself), he is keenly aware that Anakin Skywalker can't have actually reincarnated into that farm boy who's spending all his time with the Senator now

so he's able to (correctly, for once) conclude that Luke must be Anakin and Padme's kid, who somehow survived all these years

and since the child survived...

well, he starts to eye Sabe a little more closely, and wonder how he can fit this into his plans for the galaxy...

#star wars #reincarnation #padme amidala #leia organa #darth vader #anakin skywalker #sabe #handmaidens #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #owen lars #beru whitesun #han solo #darth sidious #chancellor palpatine

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missmielyhoran · 11 months

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Little Helpers

Harry needs a bit of help, and who's better than his two little gremlins...

90sRockstar!Harry × Reader

A/N- Happens wayyyyyyy long in the future, like at least 10 years after they meet. Harry and reader are in their mid 30s

Only Angel Masterlist // Masterlist

*****

It was your birthday.

And Harry was struggling.

You've been out in New York for last week or so for work while he has been staying home with kids.

To say they're pain in the ass is an understatement, but he made his bed (or hot tub), so he had to lay in it.

Harry was the "fun" parent, to say the least, cause he can't say no, and those gremlins even tho they're only four years old are way too good at getting things their way.

Meanwhile, you knew how to shut down something you knew they didn't need. Like the large Nerf gun, Harry got them in secret and then had to listen to you yell at him while those two giggled from the stairs in timeout.

But that wasn't the problem right now.

The problem was that the house was mess, the kitchen was mess, it was your birthday and he doesn't know how to cook, clean all at the same time while taking care of kids who are already running around in backyard.

It was times like these he was amazed by how his mother, and even you did everything so efficiently. Never once did he saw a thing out of place when you stayed with kids, and he had to go out.

(Maybe cause you made the kids clean up after themselves while he sees one look of their puppy eyes and melts)

He took a deep breath in and called for the kids, "Jack! Soph! come back inside" He yelled, which caught the twins' attention. Their little head snapped towards him, and soon enough, they were running in giggling still in their pjs.

Harry shook his head and walked back inside and saw them talking to themselves. They were literally each others best friends, always attached to the hip, partners in crime, and he hoped they're like this when they grow up.

"Kids, kids and kids!" He announced dramatically. Twins giggled again, "There is only two of us, dada. Why are you saying kids three times?" They looked at each other and laughed again at Harry's trying to be mad face.

"Hey smartasses listen to me." He flicked their head lightly, "It's your maa's birthday today"

The twins' eyes went wide, and then Soph jumped, screaming "birthday" making Harry laugh. "That means we will get cake?" Jack asked his dad.

"You will if you help me" Harry shrugged, "Whoever helps me out the most will get the bigger piece!" Harry said.

Twins looked at each other again and then their dad and nodded their head quickly, "I will help you" Jack said, "Me too" Soph said in tow.

"Well then, let's start with this room. Pick up all your toys and everything else and put them where they should be." He said, walking towards the kitchen sink. It was an open plan, so he could still see the kids while cleaning up the kitchen.

He looked at the clock, and it was still 4 hours left to your arrival. He could do it.

He hopes he can do it.

*****

Harry was surprised and amused when he looked up and saw two heaving toddlers sitting on the ground.

"Well done babies, you did such a great job" He said, squatting down to their level and kissing both of their heads.

"We know" They said together. Harry laughed at that cause even if the kids looked like him, their personality was yours. Sassy, witty and smart for their age.

"We put everything in different boxes so you could see who did more work, and my box is the most filled" Jackson said cockily and Soph rolled her eyes.

"I'm just going to steal more from dad's plate" she said without any care as much as Harry would like to think otherwise it was true. He lost his right to have his own food when he become father and he's okay with it (to certain level). Harry still very much amused with their banter over cake slice, goes to the kitchen, and fetches both of them their water bottles along with a bowl of fruits.

"Why don't you two drink some water and eat all those fruits and then come help me bake the cake?" Harry asked them immediately, getting nods as an answer from hungry babies.

He took out all the ingredients while the kids ate and arranged them, so it was easier for kids to "help" him.

Soon enough, they were all done with their snacks and were standing on the large wooden stool beside Harry, watching him make the cake. Both of them have large chefs hat on and custom matching aprons Harry got for all of them for when they would cook together on Sunday mornings.

He was in the middle of cracking egg when Sophie started to fuss, "Dada I want to do it too!" She said, pouting.

Harry brought the bowl in front of her and stood behind her holding her hand, which had egg in it, and then cracked it open and put it in the bowl. Sophie giggled, finding amusement in cracking eggs, which made Jack feel left out so Harry did the same with him too.

The kids helped him as much as they could, with bringing him stuff, and finally, the cake was in oven.

Jack and Soph sat in front of the oven watching the cake like hawk cause in their words, "we want it to be perfect like maa makes it". Harry cleaned the rest of the kitchen.

"C'mon babies bath time." He announced which much to kids displeasure meant they had to move away from the oven. Harry literally had to drag them upstairs with Soph in his left arm and Jack in right.

"You two are getting heavy for me to pick you up and roam around" he said, groaning at the feeling of back ache rising.

"No, you're just getting old, dada." The twins laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at them and flicked their heads.

"In the bath. Your maa will have my head if you two are dirty" He said, starting the warm bath of them.

*****

There have been times Harry felt proud of himself, and right now, as he watches the clean house, clean kids, and a not burned cake, he feels proud of himself.

Kids were watching TV in the living room when they heard the car pull up in the driveway, and everyone was set on their mission.

Harry quickly lit up all the candles. Meanwhile, kids stood in the position near the door with paper confetti in their hands to throw at you.

Meanwhile, you feel exhausted as you get out of the car. The fashion week of this year was hectic. You were so busy you didn't even remember it was your birthday until you opened he door.

Colorful confetti flew on your face as you heard "happy birthday" in unison. Your kids stood near the door with the biggest smile on their faces with your husband behind them with cake in his hand.

"Omg, thank you so much my little munchkin" you said, sitting down on your knees and pulling twins into tight hugs. All exhaustion and stress were lost as you saw your favorite people.

"Hey, I'm also here." You heard Harry whine, making three of you laugh.

"C'mon maa, we want cake!" Jack said, first making you laugh. You kissed both of their cheeks and stood up, walking towards your husband.

You pecked his lips and smiled, "Thank you, baby." you said with a warm smile matching his. "My absolute pleasure angel" He said, kissing you again.

"Those gremlins helped me, or I was ready to have a panic attack this morning," he said, chuckling.

You brought the cake to the kitchen, Harry stood beside you his arms around your waist, and kids stood on the stool on your other side.

"Maa make a wish!" Soph said. You nodded and wished for your family to stay just like this forever and blew the candles. Jack and Soph clapped while Harry leaned down and kissed your cheeks.

Cake slices were cut and put in plate for all four of you and as you and Harry stood in the kitchen with your head on his shoulder watching your kids banter over who's slice is bigger you never felt more content.

This is all you ever wanted.

*****

I think they're my favorite couple after Harry and Autumn.

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trulycertain · 4 months

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I couldn't help wanting to write something ridiculous with spawn!Astarion learning to turn into a bat. And then I got thinking about how the tadpole nerfs spawn powers. AU, post-canon, Tav/Astarion. About 1.3k?

Lora's feeling out a new riff, trying to work out if there's enough of a solid foundation for it to become a song, when there's a thunk and tinkle from the kitchen.

Shit.

She sneaks through, knowing that Astarion's probably doing the same, if he's all right. If he's not… best to take in the situation.

A vase rolls past her through the doorway. There's a small flappy sound, like someone's just pulled a sheet of leather taut. What -? An undead, perhaps? She pokes her head round the corner.

There, sprawled on the kitchen countertop where she normally chops vegetables she'll be the only one eating, next to a fallen jar of herbs, is a bat. Big, albeit not as gigantic as some she's fought who turned out to be vampires in disguise; still, it's got an impressive wingspan, one of them hanging off the counter like a curtain. Or, she thinks, absurdly, the way Astarion likes to dramatically hang an arm off a fainting couch, while he's reading a book. He'll not be impressed by that comparison.

Her unexpected visitor is albino, and… fluffy. Really fluffy, chest like the world's smallest thick fur rug, or like it's got a little proud collar. Small, clawed feet are sticking inelegantly in the air, not quite spread-eagled (spread-batted?), as if it's going to try and jump back onto them. But who's heard of bats standing?

…Unless it's a vampire lord. But there aren't any of those after them - well, not anymore. And they're usually better at the whole bat thing. Less of crashing into Astarion's favourite vase.

How in the hells did it get in? It's not like she left a window open; both she and Astarion are a tad too paranoid for that.

It's not dead, at least: its chest is moving furiously. Makes sense. Bats are smaller, probably with a faster heartbeat. If it's in pain - well, she hopes it's not in pain.

She's got no idea how to escort it off the premises. It's not that she's got a problem with bats - more that she's certain neither she, nor the bat, signed up for this. An angry wild animal? She has visions of it hanging from her finger by its teeth. Though honestly, she had a similar vision with Astarion, and things turned out pretty well there. But they're only borrowing this place for a while - she called in a favour. That favour probably didn't include bat tenants.

Edging closer, she notes that it doesn't seem to be moving. Knocked itself out? Oh, that's not ideal. Though maybe she can sneak it out before it wakes up… No, from what she can see - one red eye - it's just staring at the ceiling. Almost glumly, if a bat can be glum.

And then it spots her, and… lifts its wings to hide its face. In embarrassment.

White fur. Red eyes. The way he looks when he's caught between trying to brazen it out or stalking off to hide his cringing.

“...Astarion?”

Its - his ears twitch, and he raises a wing, holds it there. The way he'll raise a hand in acknowledgement and Don't even say it.

She blinks, and whistles a few notes, hits a high C - there. Speak with animals. That should do it. “Are you hurt?” she tries; it’s been a while since she’s done this spell without a lute.

“Only my pride,” he mutters, mulish and with the slightest nasality - makes sense, between a flat snout and fangs. “I think your basil came off worse than I did.”

She stares. Definitely strange, hearing that familiar wry voice come out of a bat. “What happened?” He’s normally so pretty - the kind of pretty he endlessly preens about. The pinkness of his nose is oddly adorable against white fur, but she suspects he’s ended up as a vampire bat. Apparently, vampire bats look like they’ve crashed face-first into a wall. Which he most likely has, but she suspects that’s no explanation for the horseshoe-shaped nose and his little squinting eyes. It's sort of cute. If you're very, very drunk. Or if you're overly fond of a grumpy vampire.

“Nothing we need talk about,” he says hastily. He rubs a thumb over his face. “I’m sure I’ll work out how to change back in a moment.”

“You’re not stuck like this, are you?”

He casts a narrow look at her with those blood-red eyes - different, and yet so very familiar. “Darling, are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I were a rodent?”

“Astarion.”

He stretches a wing experimentally: pale, thin skin and white fingers. “I don’t… think so. There’s already a sort of - itch under my skin, like I just have to yawn hard enough and, pop. But first, I need to brood.”

“I thought only Cazador could turn into a bat.”

“Into a cloud of bats, my dear.” He gestures at himself with a folded wing, more stiffly than his usual - difficult, when your arm doesn’t bend the same way. “Do I look like a cloud?”

She can’t help her grin at that. “I don’t know. You are all white and fluffy.”

He sighs, loudly. When she reaches out a slow, careful hand, however, he doesn’t move - even in this form, he’d dodge. Or she’d get an annoyed warning nip for her trouble, she’s sure of it. Fangs are second nature to him. As is how to be gentle with them, by now.

She says, “I love your ears.” She strokes a fingertip carefully over them; they twitch underneath it. “Look at the size of them!”

“Ugh. If you’re about to make an elf joke, I have one word of advice for you: don’t.” It’s deeply surreal watching a bat roll its eyes.

“I wasn’t! Is your hearing better like this?”

“Much.” He makes an expression that’s probably meant to be a grimace, but on a slightly squashed bat-face, it’s not so different. “I can hear the tavern three doors away. Their bard isn’t nearly so good as you.”

She strokes between his ridiculous rabbity ears, just with a finger, lightly; big as he is for a bat, he’s so tiny. Even tinier than usual. She'd hate to hurt him. “Have I mentioned I love you?”

“Yes, yes, I know you’re weak to flattery.” But there’s warmth in his voice.

“Do you want to hop up? I feel like you won’t want to turn back into yourself on the counter.”

“Please. That test flight - flights, really - was exhausting. No-one warned me there would be so much flapping. I thought creatures of the night would be fonder of a smooth glide, but no.”

She holds out an arm - and then there’s a bat clinging to her woollen shirt with thumbs and little claws. Clinging being the operative word. He climbs up her a little uncertainly, holding tight while she stays as still as she can, until he arrives on her shoulder, flopping there with a dramatic sigh.

She heads through to the lounge, and beside her ear, a small voice says, “I’ve been able to do… more, since our wriggling little unwelcome passengers were removed. I don’t know if it’s that or simply not starving. Honestly, I thought the bat thing was a myth. For spawn, anyway - we get the rather inferior part of the ‘vampire powers’ arrangement. But the claws have come back, and the agility. I’ve never felt so strong. It’s… strange. And a little intoxicating.” She can’t quite raise a brow at him when he’s so close to her, but he clearly gets the idea, because he adds hastily, “As in, I’m rather happy. Not as in ‘I’m about to become a cackling vampire lord.’ We’ve... covered that one already. It’s more - is this what it’s meant to be like? Being a spawn? Not a starved slave?” His voice is soft, with a genuine, non-snarling curiosity to it. A little amazement. She feels him shuffle just a bit closer to her, wing curling a little around her back.

Sometimes he doesn’t like to be touched when he’s thinking about the bad old days, but this clearly isn’t one of those times. At that, she has to sit in an armchair, and reach up, offering a hand to her shoulder. He clambers onto it, with the kind of instant trust that makes her chest ache - though he does give her a puzzled look while he shuffles about to get comfortable and sits on her knuckles. He folds his wings neatly, primly, in a way that’s so him she’d laugh in any other circumstance. She sneaks over her other hand and strokes his pointy pale head, runs a soothing couple of fingers over his back. She feels sad for him, but also, Lathander, he’s so fluffy. She could happily do this for a while.

The flap of wings startles her. What - ?

Being hugged by a bat is more like having a very strange necklace. One that hooks its thumbs into the back of her shirt collar, accidentally tugging it wider, ears twitching against her neck in a way that’s almost ticklish, tiny heart fluttering against her collarbone. She holds him there with a hand, thumb stroking through his fur. He murmurs, “I just wished, and this time…”

The smallest cloud of mist blooms. She blinks, and the world is suddenly rather heavier. It could be the rogue sitting side-saddle in her lap, his arms around her neck, grinning at her. He blinks in a little surprise.

“...there I was. Hello, darling.” Leaning in, he brushes a swift, smiling kiss to her cheek.

She reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, the way she knows he likes even if it ruins his pomade. “You were very cute.”

“Of course I was. I was adorable.” He winces. “Aside from looking like I’d run face-first into a carriage.”

“You were cute!”

“Hm. Good for scouting tucked-away places that the owners don’t want us to be, however.” His happiness takes on a fiendish edge.

“You’re going to pick locks with your little thumbs?”

The idea seems to delight him rather than offend. “Once I learn how? Absolutely.” He swoons dramatically, leaning back over the chair arm. “Now, darling, I find I’ve utterly run out of energy.” He darts her a look from under his hand. “It must have been the transformation. I don’t know if I can even find it in me to stagger to bed.”

She raises a brow. “Really?”

“Really. I’m just… utterly drained. It’s a mystery.” He holds his arms out. “Would you mind?”

While she’s carrying him through to her room, she says, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” he asks smugly, arms still wound around her neck. “And what’s that?”

“You’re going to pull me in with you.”

Pouting, he says, “How dare you. I’ll have you know I’m an honourable man. Well. I'm a man.”

“You’re going to pull me in with you and make me cuddle you to sleep.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds disgustingly juvenile. True, but juvenile.”

“This was easier when you were less than a kilogram of fur.” Not that she minds him being a bit heavier. It’s a relief, compared to how bird-boned he sometimes felt under all the muscle in the early, hungry days.

“I can fix that.” There’s a tiny poof! and then… a self-satisfied bat fluttering awkwardly to sit on top of her head.

She reminds him, “Watch the hair while you’re surveying your kingdom.”

“I could get used to this.”

“I’m never getting used to this.”

#batstarion #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #Astarion #BG3 spoilers #bg3 epilogue spoilers #My fic #lora mctavish #Stupid ridiculous fluff (and I don't just mean how fluffy he is)#baldur's gate 3

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luzifer-b · 4 months

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚SUB!YUUTA X READER CH.2 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 18+MDNI

cw: friends with benefits, cloth kink, handjob, teasing, sub!yuuta, everyone is 18+, overstimulation, begging, penetration denial, grinding, first kiss, gender neutral reader, reader has a vagina

Crossposted to ao3! A lovely commissioner asked for a continuation of the first sub!Yuuta x Reader scenario. Thank you so so much for supporting me. If anyone wishes to have a custom x Reader commission, feel free to message me! This is only the first part since tumblr's character limit likes to nerf my blabbing, but Click here for the full fic if you want to read more! Enjoy :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Night after night, your feet always end up leading to his door. It’s become your own little ritual: waiting until everyone’s long turned in before you exit your room, quietly following an imaginary pattern through the floor tiles you’d draw in your head as your feet are led by something akin to a magnetic force, every movement now long memorized until you reach your destination. After that, every single time would be like clockwork, and his warm smile melts through the evening cold, uttering the same words as always: “You’re here.” It never gets old.

You would think things would never be the same after the first time. Once the two of you had made that dent in your relationship, all the “what ifs” floating about felt harrowing: The two of you could never speak of it again and take it for what it was: an accident that got out of hand, and moved on as if nothing happened. You could’ve gone even further and established your relationship (had he asked to, you might just have gone along with this option, too), forever changing the dynamic between the two of you and your teammates and adding weight to the already heavy burden that comes with being a sorcerer. In the end, one of those outcomes was partly true; You hadn’t really spoken about it or anything, but it was far from a gesture of denial. It all just had a way of falling into place between the two of you without all the fuss, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the lack of drama. Despite it all, intimacy wasn’t a nightly occurrence. The desire is there, obviously— but there would be times where it felt like you had built your own little world, legs tangled together as you talked and talked throughout the night until you both passed out in each other’s embrace. Other times, there just wouldn’t be the chance to do much thanks to the duties that awaited you the following day, and all you’d be left with was a lingering sadness as you traced your way back to bed, feeling the scent of his clothes on yours. All in all, it was good… it would be perfect, even, if it weren’t for a couple of issues: 1) You haven’t gone all the way 2) You haven’t , for some reason, kissed. And for someone who spewed all that big talk about how bad he wants it in the heat of the moment, both of these problems were Yuuta’s fault exclusively. It wasn’t a big deal at first— Yuuta had grown far more confident in the time you two grew close, but his shy nature was a tough one to beat. It is one of the many reasons you find him so adorable, and it makes pushing him around in bed all that more fun. But each time you find yourself being cut short from the cusp of your desires, you find your growing frustration harder and harder to swallow. And now, in this very moment, standing by the doorframe he so casually rests a hand on, greeting you the same way he did the day before, the day before that, and all the other previous days, the metaphorical lid you’ve put on said frustrations is about to burst.

Normally you’d just let yourself in and respond “I’m here.” Today, you stand there, feet planted on the ground and look him straight in the eye, asking, “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” Had you given Yuuta a mouthful of molten lava, his face might’ve been less red than it had turned just then. “Huh?”

“Why. Haven’t. We. Kissed yet?” The hint of frustration in your tone makes him tense up further, and his shoulders shrug more and more by reflex with each pointed pause, as he tries to gauge how angry you are about the issue “Wow. Um.” He blinks, a shaky smile slowly growing across his crimson red features while he makes way for you to step in. “Can we talk about this inside?” “You know,” You start, accepting his invite —but not without shouldering past him to prove a point—“There’s steps to this stuff but it feels like you’re sooo content with skipping all of them, and with me just touching your dick and getting you off, it’s almost like you’re not begging to go all the way every time, then shrinking back, then begging again without so much as a kiss to spare. So, what’s the deal? Are you just doing it to humor me?” It takes a few seconds of buffering for him to take all the information you throw at him, but soon enough his brain catches up, and his mouth hangs open all but for a fraction of a second before he purses his lips in a tight line and sits on the edge of his bed, patting next to him to welcome you to do the same. Skeptical as you are about his intentions, you can’t manage to say no to his pleading eyes and sit next to him with crossed arms, waiting for him to plea his case. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” He finally answers, scratching the bridge of his nose with a finger. “Believe me, I want to do all that, but it’s not like I have the experience for it. I want to make you feel good, I just kind of don’t know where to start because I’ve never… kissed. Or done any of it before we started, really.” Oh. “So you’re saying we’ve been doing all that, but you’ve never…” He nods, now bringing his hand to the back of his neck bashfully. “Oh.” Well, now you can’t help but feel bad for him. The air following his confession is so thick it could be cut with a knife. The both of you avoid eye contact for what seems like ages- fidgeting with the wood frame of the bed, picking at a bit of dust stuck in the sheets, listening to the faint sound of a cricket somewhere outdoors. It feels nearly impossible to recover from such an awkward turn of events— despite that, Yuuta seems to surprise you, though, starting to lean close so he could meet eye to eye with you, speaking as if he were sharing a secret between the two of you. “Would you like to try?” His earnest demeanor never fails to get to you. You suddenly feel a knot in your throat, a stirring in your chest you can’t seem to describe when the mere idea of taking Yuta Okkotsu’s first kiss begins to materialize in your head. You stare into his eyes, dark and earnest as always, but you can’t seem to find yourself capable of holding contact for too long. Instead you try to find anything else to divert your attention towards: the strand of hair that hangs slightly over his eyes, the bridge of his nose sloping down to his perfect cupid’s bow, his lips, barely parted as they wait for your answer. God, will he ever stop being cute?

You shift in bed, bringing yourself to your knees in front of him. There was always something about having the upper edge when being able to tower over Yuuta when you normally wouldn’t be able to that gave you a rush— the look of surprise in his face whenever you catch him off guard was a treasure to behold, a thing so precious that you cannot resist to cradle in your hands, your palms curving along his cheeks ever so gently as you lift his face up, your mouths nearly inches away from each other. “I’ll teach you, Yuuta.” The gasp Yuuta emits is barely audible, but you can tell he’s trying his very best to keep his cool. His fingers shake, lifting from the sheets to your sides, ghosting above them before holding on with as much care as you do him, and he gulps air before he nods expectantly. Had it been this simple from the beginning, it might not have been this much fun. You take in his expression for a few seconds, your thumb rubbing over his lower lip in a single, slow swipe. You study it’s softness, the way it gives against your touch and how easily you can tuck that finger into it, pulling it down gently and watching the rest of Yuuta’s mouth open so obediently that you could devour him in kisses until your mouths give out. You want to kiss him, you want it so bad, and by the way he lets you handle him you can tell he’s wanted it too. It’s a relief for you, knowing your desire isn’t one-sided, and you’re just about to cave… …until your thumbs dips into his mouth instead, pressing against his tongue. “Suck on this first.” Where someone else might have protested and demanded their kiss already, Yuuta, ever so eager to please you, only averts his gaze downwards, closing his mouth around the digit and rolls his tongue around it, letting a long breath out his nose. The warm, wet feeling sends a lovely shiver down your spine as you echo his breath with a sigh, keeping his cheek cradled with your free hand as your finger pushes in, then out slowly. You marvel at the sight, but only briefly before you slide it back in with ease, shuffling above him to straddle his lap, making yourself comfortable on his legs. “Good. Just like that…show me how bad you want to kiss me. Can you do that for me?” Yuuta obliges, opening his mouth to allow you to pull your thumb out, making room for your index and middle finger. He closes it again with a soft moan, leaning in to take their full length before pulling his head back, then forth once more as you can feel his tongue dart between them, coating them in his spit. He nearly leaves you speechless with his eager sucks, the smack of his lips ringing in your ears as he kisses and dribbles around the tips of your fingers nearly making your head spin with arousal. I want to kiss him, you think. And you do want to, you’d do anything to make your tongue take the place of your fingers right now and feel his lips against yours, your tongues pushing together, your arms wrapping around each other desperately as you finally get a taste of each other. And yet, what’s a bit more waiting?

For Yuuta, probably torture. The realization nearly makes you giggle but you decide to hold back, opting to push him further. Your hips dip down, and you can feel him already hard against you, not to anyone’s surprise. By now you had both long accepted that Yuuta was pretty easy to rile up, and you had no complaints about it— if anything, you really got a kick out of driving him crazy, and tonight wasn’t going to be any different if you had a say in it. Pulling your fingers out, you ask him: “Hard already?” “Sorry…” “Wanna put it in?” “W-whah—Huh!? Okay…” “Nope~” And there it is, that adorable little whine he makes when you dangle something in front of him and take it away. The urge to laugh nearly gets to you again but you stay strong, anchoring yourself with the feeling of his pants pressing against yours. You tell yourself the long game will be worth it once you see his eyes gloss over, threatening tears. He will be worth it. “Take it out, though, I have something fun in mind.” -- Full fic here

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rae-writes · 11 months

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Hey, I've had this idea for a little bit involving the obey me characters and wanted to do it, but I'm lazy as f*ck so maybe you can because your writing is very good.

I've just been imagining this but what if the obey me brothers and Mc had, like, a Prank War senerio, like maybe Lucifer vs the anti-Lucifer league and at some point there's a nerf gun war (and it's very dramatic) I don't know, just thought it might be funny. :)

I WAS ON THIS SO FUCKING FAST- LUCIFER VS ANTI-LUCIFER LEAGUE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The iconic western duel music playing from Mammon's phone in the background almost had you breaking character, but somehow you managed to keep a straight face and raise your [nerf] gun higher.

"Mc?" Lucifer sat with Barbatos, Lord Diavolo, Solomon, and Simeon- all having been in a meeting (read: tea time) together.

"I'm sorry Lucifer..." You broke out into a grin, not being able to take the sight of your demon accomplices poking their heads out from behind the entryway, effectively making the dramatic moment shatter with your laughter.

Satan, Belphie, Mammon, and [a very much bribed] Levi stepped out into the common room with various complaints of you ruining the surprise attack and/or theatrical flair (to which you promptly ignored in favor of laughing harder).

"I just wanna say-" you cocked the plastic gun, aiming it in their direction, "I was promised pudding." and then you fired, hitting Lucifer square in the forehead, before shooting again and hitting Diavolo in the chest.

"ATTAAAACK!"

Hoots and hollers echoed off the walls as the House of Lamentation turned into a chaotic air soft range; Team Lucifer was now firing back with magic while the Anti-Lucifer League + Co was barrel-rolling across the floor and vaulting over furniture as they frantically shot the foam bullets you were all equipped with.

Truly, you didn't know exactly what the hell was going on for a while, only that Satan was going one-on-one with Lucifer, Belphie was taking shots at Diavolo from behind the couch, Mammon had the misfortune of being paired with Barbatos, and Levi was taking on Solomon (Simeon chose to sit on the sidelines and discretely help you).

"Mammon!" your over the top cry got everyone's attention- both the magic and bullets stopped flying as they watched you run to Mammon (who was sprawled on the ground) in amusement.

"M-mc," the second born's performance was even more dramatic than yours, "I feel cold...I t-think m'dyin, mc. U-use Goldy at least t-three times a day for m-me."

Practically in tears from laughing, you quickly tugged Mammon's body up to shield you from Solomon's attack, "LOVE YOU! THANKS!" and made your way to Satan to begin shooting at Lucifer again.

Lucifer is relentless with his magic attacks, not even blinking when you barely managed to dodge, even going so far as chuckling when Diavolo and Barbatos joined him- having defeated Belphie and Mammon.

(Belphie ended up tiring himself out and just stopped mid-roll, allowing Barbatos to land his attack. The seventh born just gave a thumbs up and went limp on the floor so he could just lay there and watch the rest of the game play out).

The five of you were all that was left when Solomon and Levi called a tie ("Shut up, Mammon! I might be a good shooter, but it's kind of hard to land a blow when he's firing shit at me that's breaking apart into more attacks!"), making the competition even more tense. It was evenly paced for at least three minutes before Barbatos withdrew.

"Give up now, Lucifer," Satan sent you a subtle nod, "Or suffer the consequences."

"You couldn't even beat me by yourself. How do you expect to win with Diavolo by my side?"

The largest magic attack that's been used this entire game came from said demon, directed right at Satan with a 100% certainty of landing.

That is, until it slammed into you instead.

Your body flew a couple feet back, skidding across the hardwood upon landing. The entire room went silent as the two opposing members rushed forward with your name falling from their mouth.

Lucifer reached you first, lifting your head to check for injuries softly, "Mc? Does anything hurt?"

"Mc, I'm so sorry-!"

You gripped Lucifer's wrist, tugging weakly (as if you had no strength), "Luci..fer.."

The first born leaned down, conveniently missing the bullet that hit Diavolo's shoulder. "What hurts?!" he was so uncharacteristically worried- it almost made you feel bad. Almost.

"Long live the Anti-Lucifer League."

Satan landed a hit right on the back of Lucifer's neck and a deafening cheer erupted from your other team members. It was all celebration and laughter and recounting the night's highlights until you let out a hiss after trying to sit up.

"That actually did hurt, though, can someone help me up? I might've sprained something....again."

"I'm so, so sorry!"

"It's alright, Lord Diavolo- it was all part of the plan-"

"-getting injured?"

"...Not that part, but winning definitely was. Can I have my pudding now?"

#obey me x reader #om x reader #obey me fluff #obey me drabbles #lucifer x reader #satan x reader #mammon x reader #diavolo x reader

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mikaikaika · 7 months

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Dash has been talking about it so I wanna say that people calling Tubbo a rule breaker are really falling into the narrative that the Federation is spinning. Most of the rules Tubbo broke weren't put in place until afterwards.

The major rule-breaking Tubbo has done can be considered in the form of trying to go to the nether or breaking into the Federation offices both things which other islanders have also done and gotten little to no punishment including using chorus fruits/bikes to try to break in stuff.

The other rule breaking would be him trying to attack the Fed building but don't forget Phil was there the whole time also engaging in the act but initially only Tubbo got punished and it was not until after he complained about that unfairness that the Feds punished Phil as well.

As for the drills, it was only after Tubbo made his drills that they placed the rules for 5x5 drills. The Federation literally saw Tubbo - a new islander - as the perfect scapegoat to thrust the whole blame for needing a nerf even though Bad, Pierre, and Forever all have had similar if not same sized big drills since a long time. Now the newly dug Tubhole - it is not illegal since he's not using drills and they are literally allowed to build anywhere.

It sucks that Tubbo is now being seen as a nuisance by the whole island and is only viewed like a kid who is causing chaos and needs "babysitting" even though most of his actions have been to get answers mostly about the eggs and build things which would benefit the islanders and not to cause unnecessary destruction for fun like everyone seems to think. Which now directly means that the Fed plan is working - they can continue to put any and all restrictions and just blame Tubbo for it and the islanders will just eat it up on face value.

#qsmp #Tubbo #Mika mumbles #Analysis

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hiiii can i req a fem reader x dbd ghostface and legion of how would they react to readers backstory? before the fog, reader was a highly skilled and deadly merc (she doesn't mess with innocent ppl tho) who got nerfed by the entity 🙁 and became a new survivor, they found out all abt this when reader was telling her stories at the camp, and it also explains how she's so good at not getting killed pls and ty <333

I thought this request would be fun to try something a little different since it’s a very detailed request. I worked all afternoon on this request so I hope y’all enjoy. Now I’m going to go take a brain break…

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

In the desolated realm of the Entity, where the fog shrouds every corner and the survivors’ desperate screams echo through the air, a mysterious connection blossomed between Danny Johnson, the Ghost Face killer, and you. You are a resilient survivor whose past echoed with tales of life lived on edge.

One evening, as the survivors gathered around the flickering campfire in the cold embrace of the Entity’s realm, you decided to share your story. The glow from the fire danced across your face, casting shadows that mirrored the secrets you held.

Danny sat in the shadows, his iconic Ghost Face mask concealing any discernible emotion. As you began to recount your life before the fog, Danny’s curiosity intensified.

You were a highly skilled and deadly mercenary, known for your precise tactics and an unyielding code that forbade harm to the innocent. Your reputation on Earth was both feared and respected, a shadowy figure who navigated the murky waters of morally ambiguous contracts. You described your missions with vivid detail, the adrenaline-fueled pursuits, and the high-stakes negotiations. Danny listened intently, recognizing a certain darkness in your tales that resonated with his own experiences.

As you spoke, the survivors marveled at your tales, their eyes widening at the realization that this seemingly ordinary woman had once danced on the razor’s edge of life and death. But Danny, he remained silent, the mask concealing any emotion that may have betrayed his thoughts.

You continued, detailing the night you found yourself ensnared by the Entity’s web. The mercenary who faced down countless dangers suddenly found yourself in a realm where the line between predator and prey blurred, and only survival mattered. The Ghost Face, still concealed in the shadows, felt an odd connection to your story.

He admired the strength and resilience that allowed you to escape so many trials, but something deeper stirred within him.

When you delved into the intricacies of your survival techniques during trials, Danny’s attention sharpened. He recognized the cunning strategies she employed – a result of her mercenary past. It explained why you never faltered, consistently evading the clutches of killers and outsmarting the Entity’s malevolent designs.

After your story concluded, a heavy silence slung over the camp. Danny remained in his stoic silence, contemplating the revelations that had unfolded. He has never anticipated a connection with a survivor that transcended the typical predator-prey dynamic: an obsession.

In the following trials, Danny found himself observing you with newfound respect. A shared understanding passed between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the shadows y’all both carried. As y’all navigated the fog together, Danny couldn’t help but feel a mysterious kinship with you, the mercenary survivor, who had faced down the darkness and emerged, still fighting.

The Legion/F.J.S.J

In the eerie realm between dimensions, where the Entity’s grasp manipulated time and reality itself, a new survivor emerged. This survivor was you who bore a mysterious past that surpassed the boundaries of the fog and was sought after by none other than The Legion – Frank, Julie, Susie, and Joey.

The campfire flickered as the survivors gathered, each harboring their own twisted tales of suffering. Among them, you, a young woman, stood out. Your eyes held a glimpse of a world far beyond the fog, haunting memories of a life as a highly skilled and deadly mercenary. One night, curiosity seized The Legion. As the survivors shared their stories to break the monotony of their torment, you decided to unveil your past. Your voice, tinged with both sorrow and strength, resonated through the chilling air.

Before the fog claimed you, you had navigated the shadows of society, dealing in a world of cutthroat mercenaries. Your skills were unmatched, your reputation whispered in dark corners. You spoke of stealth, precision, and a strict moral code that forbade harm to the innocent. The Legion listened intently, their interest piqued by tales that mirrored their own descent into darkness.

As you recounted your final mission before being ensnared by the Entity, The Legion exchanged glances, recognizing a kinship in the shadows. They saw echoes of their own stories in your struggles against a fate that twisted you into something beyond your control.

You detailed your transition from a deadly operative survivor trapped in an endless cycle of trials. Your survival instincts, honed by years of dangerous missions, allowed you to navigate the fog with grace that often eluded your fellow captives. It explained why you danced on the edge of sacrifice during trials, evading the killers’ grasp with an uncanny ability.

Frank, the charismatic leader of The Legion, felt a peculiar connection to you. He saw in you a kindred spirit, someone who, like them, had faced the darkness head-on. Susie and Joey, normally reserved and mysterious, found a silent respect for the mercenary survivor who shared their pain in the silent campfire tales.

The Legion, usually united in their chaotic pursuit of chaos, now found themselves touched by your story. Each had faced the Entity’s cruel hand differently, but your resilience left an indelible mark on their collective consciousness.

In the trials that followed, The Legion observed you with a newfound understanding. They saw a survivor who, despite the Entity's attempts to break you, clung to your humanity. You had faced the shadows of the world before the fog, and in the twisted realm of the Entity, you continue to defy the darkness.

As they hunted survivors, The Legion couldn’t help but feel a strange connection to you. Through you, they found peace in shared pain and a flicker of hope that defied the unrelenting despair of the fog. And so, in the shifting shadows of the trials, you and The Legion danced to the haunting rhythm of survival, bound by the echoes of y’all’s shared pasts.

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tightjeansjavi · 8 months

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blue jeans n’Texas dreams | part 14

“Against all odds honey, we’re the big door prize” 𓃗

Pre! Outbreak/no! Outbreak Joel × horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: since horse dad! Joel lives rent free in all of our minds, I decided to dedicate my writing time to pumping out another chapter for y’all 🩷

~word count: 10.2k~

Summary: early mornings, rainy afternoons, board games and laughter all around. Could anything possibly go wrong?

Warnings: smut, protective p in v (wrap it kids) 69 action, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, ass play, fingering (m receiving) consent, healthy discussion around sex/intimacy, doggystyle against the window, some choking, use of the word cockslut but not in a derogatory way, topics of trauma around past relationships for both Joel and the reader, pranks, nerf gun war, mentions of drinking, angst at the end, overwhelming emotions, fear, anxiety, overthinking, mentions of co-parenting, Joel has a bit of a freak out, Tommy to the rescue, ends on a cliffhanger (soz) reader has no physical description, readers nickname is clover because you’re Joel’s lucky charm, no age gap (Joel is 34 clover is 30) (+18) minors dni!

blue jeans playlist:

When Joel returned back inside to the kitchen after gathering up yours and his discarded clothing along the dock, he was met with Tommy’s still smirking face leaning back against the countertop. “Not a word. Ya hear me? You didn’t see nothin.’” Joel muttered under his breath as he strode past him.

Tommy chuckled with a shake of his head as he pushed himself off the side of the countertop. “Mhm. Whatever you say, big brother.”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath as he softly padded back down the hall and up the stairs. It was still fairly early and the sun wasn’t visible due to some overcast, and he could hear some low rumbling of thunder along the lake. Early morning storms were his personal favorites and now even more so because he got to share them with you.

He used his shoulder to gently press open the bedroom door. He was met with your gentle, soft sleeping face with your cheek squished into the pillow. The comforter was lightly draped across your body, hanging loose over your lower back. He softly closed the door behind him and set yours and his clothes on top of his duffel bag before he returned to the bedside. He leaned down, ghosting his lips across the dip between your shoulder blades, languidly kissing your skin with the utmost tender affection.

“Mmm.” You hummed, voice sticky with sleep.

Your arms stretched forward as you wrapped them around the pillow. You could feel him smiling against your skin as his lips found their way to your forehead and cheek.

“Get back into bed.” You softly requested, eyes still closed.

“Missed me that much already?” He mused as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, watching with adoration as your whole face scrunched up from his touch.

“Maybe…” You were already subconsciously grasping the comforter, lifting it slightly as an invitation.

“S’okay, honey bun. You can tell me that ya missed me a little.” He softly teased as he padded back around to his side of the bed and discarded himself of his boxer briefs before he climbed under the covers. He immediately was wrapping himself around your body, looping his arms around your waist as his legs tangled with yours.

“A little..don’t let it get to your head though, okay?” You nuzzled your cheek further into the pillow as your body relaxed into his warmth, melting into his arms like putty. “Where’d you wander off to anyway?”

“I would never. Had to piss and then went downstairs. Tommy is awake and he pointed out our clothes scattered about on the dock. Unfortunately, I think a pack of raccoons stole your bra and panties.”

“Are you serious?” you softly grumbled.

“Deadly.”

“What a bunch of bandits. You’re sure it was raccoons, baby?”

“Are you accusin’ me of stealin’ your undergarments honey? Cus’ I would never. I’m a gentleman after all.” He nuzzled his cheek into the side of your neck. You could feel his patchy beard lightly tickling your skin.

“I might be..” you held in a soft giggle. “It’s got your name written all over it, hun. If you wanted a pair of my bra and panties, all you’d have to do is ask.”

“Mmm. You’re filthy.” He cooed.

“Only for you.”

“Really know how to get your man all riled up in the mornin’, hmm?” He purred against your skin as his lips began to leave light kisses to the sliver of skin below your ear.

“It comes naturally to me I suppose.” You were grinning into the soft fabric of the pillow. “I do wish you were still sleeping..”

“Why’s that?” He gravelly inquired as the pads of his fingertips gently pressed against your hips as he trailed them slowly up your torso.

“I wanted you to wake up to the image of your cock shoved down my throat..”

Your Texas tall glass of water let out a surprised grunt, blowing a hot puff of air against the shell of your ear. “Fuck. Really? You wanted to wake me up with a blowie? Fuck me. I can always..pretend to be asleep? Jus’ so you can live out your dirty little fantasy.” He suggested.

“You're already awake though baby. It wouldn’t be as fun.” He could sense a pout spreading across your lips so he did what any good boyfriend would do, he let his hand slowly creep up the valley of your bare breasts to your chin where he then gently twisted your head to the side so his lips could meet yours.

“I’m real good at playin’ pretend. Trust me on this one honey pie.” His lips brushed your own as his thumb gently dragged across your cheekbone. “C’mon. It’ll be fun.”

“Mmm..” you hummed into the kiss, turning your body completely so you were facing him now. “I think I have an even better idea..”

“Oh? Now I am intrigued to hear what is better than you waking me up with a blowjob.” He chuckled. “I’m all ears sweetheart.”

“You’ve ever done 69 before, Miller?” Your hand gently rested upon the middle part of his chest as you eased him onto his back against the pillows. His bare cock twitched slightly under the comforter from the movement.

“You’d be the first, my dear. Y’know I’d never turn down an opportunity to eat your pussy. I’d be a fuckin’ fool if I did.”

Your thighs subconsciously clenched together at his words while your hand slowly slipped below the comforter and wrapped around his half-hard length. “Yeah? I’d be the first? Mmm.. is that what you want then baby? You want to eat my pussy while I suck your cock?” You hummed.

His nostrils flared as he let out a puff of air and a low grunt crawled up his throat. “Fuck. I’m really screwed with you huh?” He was already reaching for your thighs as he pulled you into his lap with ease while you maneuvered yourself into the correct position.

“What can I say, something awakened inside of me last night. You’ve got me absolutely dripping, and you haven’t even touched me yet baby.” You scooted your hips back towards his face slowly.

A smooth, deep chuckle crawled up his throat as he used his free hand to fix the pillows behind his head before his eyes fixated on the way your pussy clenched and quivered around nothing. “Didn’t realize that my words could get ya goin’ so easily. You’re clenchin’ around nothin’ sweetheart. You know how fuckin’ sexy that is? Look at how needy your little pussy is right now. She’s so fuckin’ desperate—Oh.” His teasing warm breath along the seam of your cunt turned into a soft unsuspecting sigh when he felt your wet tongue lick a hot and slow stripe along the veiny side of his cock.

The rain had just begun to softly patter along the windows and roof as Joel used his middle and forefinger to spread your folds as his tongue dove in to lap up your early morning arousal. His cock twitched in your gentle grasp from the sound of a wanton moan slipping past your lips as you slowly sunk your mouth down around him. “Fuck me.” He grunted against you as his tongue paid extra care to your sensitive clit, flicking the bundle of nerves languidly with his lashes fluttered shut. “M’not gonna last long with your sweet fuckin’ mouth around my cock like that darlin.’”

“Don’t care.” You hummed against him as you slowly began to bob your head.

“Atta girl.” He praised you with a mouthful pussy.

It of course didn’t take long for either you or your Texas tall glass of water to hit your first orgasm of the day. He was already reaching for a condom from the box resting along the bedside table as you released your mouth from around his spent cock with a satisfying pop.

Your eyes were equally wild with lust as he coaxed you to turn around in his lap as he slipped his hand down between your bodies and slowly slid the rubber on. “Did ya enjoy yourself honey?” He mused as his freehand rested gently along your cheek. He loved you so much, and you could see the passion twinkling in his warm coffee-colored eyes.

“Mhmm. I did enjoy myself, baby. Did you?” You peppered kisses along his jaw earning a lopsided grin to grace his handsome face. “Absolutely, my darlin.’ I got an idea that I think you’d be into. Mind if I run it by?” His hand that wasn’t resting gently along your cheek was wrapped around the curve of your bare spine.

“Mmm. Lay it on me, Miller. Like you said last night, we have an entire box of condoms to get through.”

“Exactly..so, we’ll start off on the bed.” He responded with a soft hum. “A lazy, slow fuck. Wanna feel every inch of you huggin’ my cock. Then, I wanna take you up against that window ov’there.” He gestured with a suggestive tilt of his chin.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his suggestions. Your once shy, and unsure of himself sticky sweet man, was now turning out to be just as filthy as you were. “Yeah? I love a good lazy early morning fuck. We can go nice and slow. You’re just looking for an excuse to bend me over afterwards huh?”

Joel couldn’t help the heat that was rising to his cheeks. It had been years since the last time he felt comfortable discussing his sexual desires with a partner. It wasn’t that sex before wasn’t necessarily good, he just felt like his past partners never gave him a fair shot to discuss the things that he liked. “Yeah, I uh—wanna see your tits pressed against the glass..and if you’re comfortable with it, I wanna yank your hair a lil..’”

Your lips found their way to his own as you kissed him sweetly. “You can yank on my hair more than just a little. I don’t mind the pain, remember? If you want me to be your little plaything against the window, I would absolutely fucking enjoy that.”

He kissed you back sweetly, breathing out a puff of warm air through his nose as his knuckles gently stroked along your lower back. “So you wouldn’t mind me callin’ you my dirty little cockslut either? Jus’ testin’ the waters out with ya. Wanna know what you’re comfortable with.”

“Fuck no, I wouldn’t mind that all. I think that’s hot. Mmm.. but can you call me your pretty dirty little cockslut? I like the way that sounds more.” You mumbled against his lips. “Your needs and comfort are just as important as my own, okay? Speaking of which..for this lazy fuck, do you want my back pressed against your chest, or with our chests pressed together and legs tangled? I’m good with either one.”

“God, I fuckin’ love you so much.” He blurted out as his lips detached from yours and his strong arms wrapped around your lower back as he hugged you to his chest tightly. “I like the way pretty dirty little cockslut sounds too. Wanna be kissin’ you while I’m fuckin’ you. You know that thing ya did last night? When you were guidin’ my cock? That was so fucking hot..can you do that again, please?”

Your heart skipped a beat when he announced that he loved you. The feeling still hadn’t 100% sunk in after your admittance of feelings last night. “I love you so much, Joel. I just want you to know that we can partake in these conversations whenever we want, okay? Not just about sex, but our intimacy in general. You’re allowed a safe space to express your feelings just as I am.” You pressed a playful kiss to the tip of his nose as he gently rolled you over onto your side. His legs tangled with yours as he held you as close as he physically could. “I could tell you really enjoyed that..of course I can do it again baby.” You softly cooed as you slipped your hand between your nearly connected bodies and gently grasped the heavy weight of his cock in your palm. “Like this baby?” You guided his covered tip to brush between your folds.

“I always feel comfortable talkin’ to you, Clover. Never have I felt uncomfortable once, I promise.” He released a shuddered breath as his forehead rested along yours so he could glance down to see himself slowly slip inside of you. “Jus’ like that, yeah baby. Fuck.” He softly grunted as your never ending warmth accommodated his size as he stretched you open. “Not hurtin’ or nothin’ right? She took a bit of a beatin’ last night..so I wanna be sure.”

In response to his question, your hand that wasn’t presently guiding his cock grabbed ahold of one of his firm asscheeks to spur him forward. “You’re good baby, I promise. Please fuckin’ move, Joel.” You let out a soft moan between your tangled limbs.

He let out a surprised grunt when you grabbed ahold of his ass as he bottomed out completely. “Fuckin’ hell. You really are quite a naughty pretty lil’ thing.” He chuckled.

“Careful what you wish for, baby. A finger might just slip down..” You whispered through the heat of the moment as his hips slowly rolled into yours.

“Wouldn’t mind it if ya did actually. Tommy jus’ so happened to slip a bottle of lube in my bag. S’on the table next to the condoms.” He couldn’t help but take his lower lip between his teeth as he felt your pussy squeeze and flutter around his cock.

“So, you're giving me permission to finger your ass? Well, that wasn’t on my bingo card for the morning but..if that’s what you’d like, I’m all for it.” You softly responded as you released his cheek and reached around the bedside table. When you let out a huff of frustration because you were unable to locate the bottle of lube, Joel was already reaching for the table behind him. Somehow he located the bottle without having to pull away from the current activities and he gingerly placed it in the palm of your awaiting hand.

“I am givin’ you full permission, baby. Jus’ be gentle with me, okay?” He was kissing you now as your thumb pressed open the cap and directed it over his lower back. He let out a surprised hiss at the cooling sensation as it dripped down between his cheeks. “Fuck. Forgot how unnecessarily cold that shit can be.” He mumbled against your lips with a chuckle.

You dipped your finger along his spine gathering up the substance as you dragged it southwards. “Just relax, baby. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

Joel reached for your thigh in a haste as he hooked it around his hip so he could fuck into you slowly at a deeper angle just as your finger slowly circled the rim of his tight hole. He let out a sound you had only once or twice heard slip past his lips. Joel Miller fucking whimpered, and the sound alone had you clenching around him. He released your thigh gently from his hold so he could slide his hand down to rest over the top of yours, guiding you just like you had guided his cock.

The gesture alone was so erotic as he showed you wordlessy, sans his whimpering, exactly how he liked to be played with. “That’s it baby. Fuck. You know how good that feels for me? You can add a little pressure with your finger. S’alright with me. Oh—yeah. There you go. Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised you as your lubed coated finger slowly sank inside of him.

With you stimulating both his prostate and cock at the same time? Well, it was written all over your Texas tall glass of water’s face twisted in pure pleasure; he had so obviously drifted off into his own personal pool of heaven. You had never once heard a man fall into such unbridled pleasure, and it was by far one of the sexiest fucking things to witness. When he spent himself inside of the condom, his teeth were grazing your shoulder as he bit down on the skin. His muscles were twitching and trembling as you used your freehand to gently push his sweat stained hair from his face.

“I swear to god lil lady, Imma be puttin’ a goddamn shiny fuckin’ ring on your finger one of these days.” He mumbled against your skin, pressing kisses to the areas where he left his love bites.

“You wanna marry me, Cowboy?” You softly asked as you were coming down from your own high while his cock softened inside of you.

“Fuckin’ would be a goddamn fool if I didn’t. There’s no rush, my sweet n’pretty fuckin’ girl. No rush for that at all. Jus’ already know I’m puttin’ a ring on that finger.” He was grasping your face in both of his clammy palms and kissing you like a man starved.

“No one has ever..mentioned marriage to me before. It’s never been a topic of discussion, and I always just thought that maybe I wasn’t..marriage material?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Well than those guys are fuckin’ fools baby. You’re the whole goddamn package! No, I’m not just sayin’ that because sex with you is positively mindblowing, and this is the first time in years where I have felt comfortable discussing my sexual wants and desires in the bedroom. No, I mean what I’m sayin’ because I’m disgustingly in love with you, but also because you’re a wonderful fuckin’ human being. You carry so much kindness and grace in you, and that’s so fuckin’ admirable. You are such a strong and compassionate individual, and I admire the hell out of you for that.”

You couldn’t really comprehend why you were suddenly breaking down into post-orgasm tears as you detached your lips from his and buried your face into his sweaty chest. Your relationships in the past were nothing in comparison to the one you had with Joel. He proved to you everyday that good men truly exist, and that you didn’t have to fight tooth and nail for him to respect you. He understood and respected your opinions and beliefs, he stood alongside you, defended you without a second thought. He was so considerate of your feelings and it was overwhelming, to be loved unconditionally by someone that believed that you crafted the fucking sun in the sky just for them. To be loved for your heart and soul, and not your looks and body. Joel Miller saw you at the core, before he saw your external beauty.

“Baby..hey..hey..what’s wrong? Honey, I didn’t mean to make you upset. Oh, my sweet thing.” He whispered softly as his fingers gently petted down your hair and pressed his lips to the top of your head in a soothing kiss. He was presently so concerned as to what shifted your mood and he was prepared to do anything to provide you some form of comfort.

“You—you haven’t upset me.” You softly mumbled with a sniffle. “I’m just..overwhelmed with happiness. In all of my past failed relationships, my partners never respected me. I’ve struggled with my own intimacy issues ever since things ended with Logan. He was the worst out of all of them, and he made me believe that I just..wasn’t worthy of a healthy and stable relationship. This weekend with you has been amazing. I am so fucking happy that you invited me up here. I was nervous that maybe things between us were moving too fast, and the last thing I wanted to do was pressure you into having sex with me if you felt like it was too soon. You’ve been so good to me these past few months, and I just want to make sure that I’ve been doing the same for you. I love you so much and—”

“Clover, you deserve all the respect in the world. Logan was, and is a fuckin’ tool. Everyone deserves a healthy and stable relationship. That is the bare minimum and I am so sorry that he practically abused that. You asking him to respect you should have never been somethin’ that you felt like needed to be requested. He doesn’t own you, or your body. You still are your own person. Sweetheart, I have struggled respectin’ myself after Sarah’s mom left. The women I found myself hangin’ around with were not good for me, and It took me a long time to figure it out and realize that I too deserved better. My wife leavin’ us psychologically fucked with my head. Not to mention the fact that we were so fuckin’ young and I had to try and be the best father I could be to a practical newborn. I still struggle sometimes in’believin’ that I deserve you. Sometimes those thoughts creep up into my head, and I have to remind myself that I deserve love, happiness, and security too. Baby, you have shown me just how good it feels to be loved unconditionally by the most amazin’ woman that I have ever met.”

“Joel..” you whispered as you slowly peeked your cheek up from where it was smushed against his chest. Your arms wrapped themselves around him as you hugged him tightly. “You deserve everything and more, and I’m so incredibly lucky to be loved by you.”

“Now you’re gonna fuckin’ make me cry, dammit.” He chuckled through the tears brimming over his waterline. “What’re we in a fuckin’ love story or somethin?’ This shit doesn’t exist in just the fairytales?” He wrapped his arms under your own, hugging you just as tightly to him.

“It’s our own love story baby. All ours.” You lifted your head more so you could finally kiss him. “Now, enough of this sappy I love you shit.” You teased as you pressed your lips against his. “You still wanna yank on my hair a little, Cowboy.”

“Fuck yeah I do, my pretty dirty little cockslut.” He hummed against your lips as he gently slipped out of you to dispose of the spent condom.

You giggled at his pet name for you as you detangled your limbs from his and scrambled off the bed with your thighs still quivering as you placed your palms on either side of the window, pushing your ass out as you arched your back.

“Fuckin’ hell. That eager for me to give ya a proper poundin’ baby?” Joel suggestively asked as he returned from the bathroom and retrieved another condom from the box. “Lookin’ so pretty bent over like that. Think I want that image burned into my mind forever.” He rolled the rubber over his cock, giving it a few strokes as he approached you.

“Yeah, I want you to give it to me like I deserve, big boy. You gonna pull on my hair and call me your pretty dirty little cockslut?” You glanced over your shoulder at him, mischievous and lust plastered all over your pretty face.

“Yeah, gonna give it to you just how you fuckin’ deserve it. Gonna fill you up to the fuckin’ brim just how you like it.” He rasped as one strong arm swooped around your middle so he could secure you against his back. “You okay with a little bit of choking? S’okay if you aren’t.” He assured you as he used his thighs to spread your own apart further.

“You can use me as your plaything against this window however you desire to baby.” You hummed, letting your one hand slip down from the window and reach behind to guide his cock in once more.

“You don’t gotta tell me twice, my pretty dirty little cockslut.” He brought his freehand up to rest along the base of your throat as he sank down to the hilt.

Thank goodness for the rumbling of thunder and pounding of rain to drown out the sound of Joel’s skin slapping against yours, and the animalistic growl being released with each heavy thrust he gave you. Your Cowboy sure knew how to fuck like a man.

Shortly after, you and Joel found yourselves in the shower and discovered that water was a terrible lubricant and Pornhub was 100% a goddamn lie.

Getting fucked nice and deep against the bathroom countertop made up for it though.

When you finally emerged from the bedroom together after making yourselves presentable, only Tommy and Ryder were awake and hanging out in the kitchen. Your best friend gave you an eyebrow raise over the rim of her coffee mug when you came down the stairs, skin glowing and wearing one of Joel’s favorite flannels with a pair of his cotton shorts.

“Wow. Have you guys fucked yourselves out yet?”

Tommy nearly spit out a spray of coffee at his girlfriend's bluntness.

“Almost.” You shot her a wink as you went to retrieve your own mug and filled it up with the pot of coffee on the old style stove before you joined her at the table.

“Babe, is that toothpaste on the corner of your mouth or…cum?” She giggled over the rim of her mug.

“Toothpaste, I swear!” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as Joel strode past you, leaving a ghost of a kiss on the top of your head.

“Just checking.” She grinned.

“Kids ain’t up yet?” Joel asked his brother as he went to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“Nah. Probably a good thing too, huh big brother?” He teased as he gave him a little hip bump.

“Shuddup.” Joel responded with a grumble and the tiniest grin.

“How many times did y’all go to pound town this mornin?’” Tommy had no shame in asking.

“Uhh—3? Or was it 4? Musta lost track.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“It was four all together.” You concluded for him. Continuing with,

“One was on the bed, then against the window, then in the shower but do we even count that one? My thighs are still burning. Water is not a good lubricant. Four would be against the bathroom counter.”

Tommy nearly choked on his coffee before he slapped his brother on the back proudly. “Well I’ll be damned. This one here has the stamina of a fuckin’ Thoroughbred.”

“Stamina of a Thoroughbred, but he’s built like a Mustang.” You winked at your man proudly.

“Yeah, and now this Mustang is absolutely fuckin’ starved because that filly ov’there wore him the fuck out.” Joel responded with a chuckle and suggestive wink over the rim of his mug.

“Y’all are fuckin’ disgusting.” Tommy snorted under his breath. “Hey, baby? If Joel is a Mustang, what does that make me?”

Ryder was doing her best to sustain her giggles as she looked over at her man. “Baby, you’re a fuckin’ Quarter Horse through and through.”

“Damn straight I am.” Tommy puffed out his chest proudly.

“That’s nice and all brother, but breakfast? What’re we havin?’” Joel asked as he rubbed his temples with a shake of his head.

“A feast because we all fuckin’ deserve one.”

God help me. Joel silently thought to himself as he grabbed the carton of eggs and bacon from the fridge. “Hey, honey? You wanna help me crack these eggs for an omelette?”

You were already up and out of your seat at lighting speed as you grabbed a bowl from the cabinet to crack the eggs in. “Absolutely would love to help you crack some eggs.” you shot him a little grin.

“Thank you so much sweetheart.” He wrapped his arm around your waist loosely, giving you a quick kiss before he grabbed a pan. Just as he pulled away from the kiss you swiftly tapped the egg along his forehead and cracked it into the bowl. Your impulsive thoughts got the best of you on that one.

Joel was deadly silent after he realized you had just gone and used his forehead like that. There was a bit of egg on his head and tiny bits of shell in his freshly washed hair as he looked over at you and blinked a few times. “What in the hell did ya go and do that for?” His Texas twang was strong and raspy as you did your best to suppress your giggles.

“You got a big ass forehead so why not put it to good use.” You teased.

“Why you little—” you cut him off with a kiss while simultaneously cracking yet another egg on his head.

“DID YOU JUST GO AND CRACK AN EGG ON MY BROTHER’S HEAD??” Tommy had seen what had happened the second time around and he too was trying to not laugh as his brother simmered with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes, yes I did.” You giggled.

“Swear to god I’m gonna crack you like a goddamn egg darlin.’” Joel grumbled. It was however hard for him to stay mad at you for something as silly as this. “Can ya please be a doll and get the bits of shell out of my hair please? Now that you’ve had your fun’n all.”

“Aw, baby. I’d love to see you try and crack me like an egg.” You kissed his cheek affectionately as you carefully began to pick out the stray bits of shell from his hair.

“You’re so fuckin’ lucky that I love ya.” He slowly uncrossed his arms.

“The luckiest.”

When breakfast was finally made, (no shells to be found) Sarah and Ellie had finally arisen from their long slumber as they padded into the kitchen rubbing the eye crusties with their fists.

“Good morning girls.” Joel chimed in as you and him had just finished placing the feast of a breakfast on the kitchen table. “How did y’all sleep?”

Sarah trudged right on over to her dad and wrapped her arms around his middle hugging him with her cheek smushed against the side of his bicep. “Good morning dad. We slept great. Super tired though. Stayed up waaay too late.”

Joel wrapped his arms around his daughter and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry to hear that you’re tired, baby girl. Didn’t I tell you and El to not stay up late?” He softly tsked.

“Daaad. Don’t be like that. We’re on vacation, remember?” She hugged him tighter.

“I’m your dad, sweet pea. I gotta be annoying every once in a while right? You girls are just in time for breakfast. You want some orange juice too?”

“You’re always annoying.” She playfully mumbled as he mussed up her head of curls. “Yes please to the juice.”

“We were up late reading ghost stories Mr. Miller, and Sarah is a big fraidy cat and kept thinking something was gonna jump out of the closet”

“Ahh. Ghost stories, huh? Well, I think with the weather so far..it’s gonna be a lazy day inside. If you girls wanna take a nap after breakfast. Think around noon we’ll set up some board games and maybe a puzzle?”

“If there’s Boggle, I’m all in.” Ellie said through a mouthful of pancakes as she was already seated at the table.

“Of course you’re in if there’s Boggle, kiddo. It’s cus’ you always win that damn game.”

“Precisely.” Ellie responded with a grin.

“Hey dad?…why do you have a bit of eggshell stuck in your hair?” Sarah asked curiously as she pulled away from the hug.

Joel slowly looked over at you with a playful huff. “Ask that pretty thing ov’there. She thought it would be real hilarious to use my big ass forehead to crack an egg on it.”

Both girls erupted into giggles and Ellie was already reaching across the table to give you a high-five. “Now that’s what I call an eggcellent breakfast.”

“You’re cracking me up.” Joel grumbled.

“Oh, don’t be such a rotten egg, baby. It was all in good fun.”

“Yeah, dad. You should be looking at life on the sunny side up.” Sarah giggled.

“Yeah, big brother. Don’t be such an egghead.” Tommy chimed in.

“Yolk gotta be kiddin’ me right now.” Joel deadpanned and the entire kitchen table erupted into contagious laughter.

When the laughter finally died down, and Joel took a seat next to you he leaned over and whispered. “Jus’ so ya know, I’m gonna have to get back at ya for that little prank of yours. Ain’t gonna tell ya when I do it either.”

“I thought your prank was stealing my bra and panties and blaming it on a pack of raccoons?” You glanced over at him with a small grin on your lips.

“Oh, you’re so gonna fuckin’ get it later sweetheart.”

You ever so innocently dragged your foot up his shin slowly, fluttering your lashes like the damn tease you were. “You wanna bet on that honey?”

Joel let out a grumbled sigh as he narrowed his eyes on you. Just when you thought he had a snarky comeback, he instead shoveled in a mouthful of eggs and washed it down with a gulp of coffee.

The only game that the lake house failed to have was Boggle, and Ellie didn’t even have to ask him to go to the nearest Walmart because Joel was already grabbing his keys to his truck and taking Tommy with him.

“So, how are you gonna get back at her for the whole egg cracking thing?” Tommy asked as he climbed into the passenger seat of Joel’s truck.

“I was thinkin’ we ambush her and Ryder with a little friendly game of nerf-gun war.”

“Ohh? Well, you know I never turn down a good prank opportunity. Should we do it inside the house or outside?” Tommy asked as Joel was already backing out down the gravel driveway.

“As long as there’s no lightning I think it would be pretty fun to watch ‘em slip and slide around in the mud.”

“All’s fair in love and war right?” Tommy responded with a grin.

“Exactly. They ain’t gonna see it comin’ either.”

While your men were out at the store to buy Boggle and a few nerf-guns, you, Ryder, Sarah and Ellie were working on a 1,000 piece puzzle when Sarah had popped you a question that you were least expecting.

“Hey, Clover?” She asked softly while placing down another end piece.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Did you and my dad say that you love each other last night?”

You and Ryder slowly looked over at one another before you turned your attention to Joel’s daughter. “Yeah, we did say that we love each other last night sweetie.”

“Good. I thought he was going to chicken out on you, or you on him. I just know how happy you make him and that makes me happy too. My dad can be a bit silly at times and he can be hard on himself. He doesn’t like to talk about my mom much, but I know she really hurt him bad by leaving. You’re not going to do that to him, right?” Sarah couldn’t help but ask you things genres of questions. You were the first mother-like figure in her life outside of her birth mother.

“Sarah, I love your father very much. He’s become my entire world, and I promise you that I would never ever leave him, or you. Okay?” Your heart broke for the 12 year old girl sitting across from you. You couldn’t even imagine what it was like for her to never really know who her mother was.

“I know you won’t, Clover. I just have to ask these things because my dad is the best dad ever and I just want him to be happy. You make him so happy, and you make me happy too.” She murmured softly.

You were already up from your chair and at her side pulling her in for a hug as she looped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. “I know you’re not my mom, but..if it’s okay with you, can I call you mom?” Sarah sounded so timid in her question that it had you squeezing the young girl tighter.

“Sweetie, of course you can call me mom. I love you so much Sarah. You’re such a wonderful kid.”

Sarah hugged you as tightly as she physically could as you gently smoothed down her head of curls. “I love you too mom.” She whispered.

When Joel and Tommy arrived back from the store they didn’t immediately get out of the truck to come inside, which in turn raised yours and Ryders suspicions that your Texas men were certainly up to something.

“So how the hell are we gonna get them to come outside genius?” Tommy asked as he was loading up his nerf gun.

“Dunno. I didn’t think that far if I’m bein’ honest smart ass.” Joel responded with a grumble.

“Well, what if you call Clover and tell her that we need help bringin’ some stuff in? Y’think she’ll suspect somethin?’”

“She’s a smart cookie that one. But hey, it’s worth a shot.” He pulled his phone out his pocket and dialed your number.

“They’re definitely up to something.” You and clover concluded when your phone lit up with Joel’s name. You answered it anyway, wanting to be a good sport and all. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“Hey, honey. Can you and Ryder be a doll and come out and help us with some of the bags? It ain’t stormin’ anymore.”

“Sure thing. We’ll be down in a minute.”

Joel and Tommy silently fist bumped as he hung up the phone. “Okay, so we’re gonna hide out behind my truck so they can’t see us and when they’re close enough..we attack. Sounds like a plan?”

“Somethin’ tells me that they’re gonna outsmart us somehow, but I’m still all in, big brother.”

“Let’s get ‘em.”

You and Ryder were equally as prepared because shortly after you and Sarah had your touching moment together, you filled the girls in on your plan to prank the boys again. So both Sarah and Ellie helped you fill up a few water balloons.

You and Ryder walked out through the porch door casually with the water balloons hidden behind your backs as you approached the truck. “Joel? Tommy? Where the hell are you guys?” Both the driver's seat and passenger seat of Joel’s truck were empty.

“One. Two. Three!” Joel and Tommy whispered to each other as they prepared for battle. In a split second they shot up from behind Joel’s truck with their nerf guns at the ready.

“OH FUCK, JOEL! I TOLD YOU THEY WERE GOIN’ TO OUTSMART US!” Tommy yelled when he saw you and Ryder at your water balloons at the ready.

“Hey, baby? All’s fair in love and war, right?” You yelled from a few feet away.

“FIRE!!!” Joel yelled dramatically as if he were in an actual battle scene.

Nerf darts shot out from both guns as you and Ryder chucked your water balloons right back.

Ryder hit Tommy square in the chest and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. “Brother! I’m hit! I’VE BEEN SHOT! YOU HAVE TO CONTINUE ON WITHOUT ME!” He clutched his hand over the wet patch on his shirt from where the water balloon hit him.

“I WON’T LET YOU DOWN BROTHER! I WILL AVENGE YOU!” Joel let out a battle cry as he dodged your first two water balloons. His nerf darts just barely missed you as you threw another balloon that hit him in the thigh, so on cue he dropped to one knee in the muddy grass.

“GIVE UP!” You playfully demanded him.

“NEVER!!!” Joel shouted back as he aimed his nerf gun right at your chest before he was knocked back by a water balloon.

“VICTORY IS OURS!!” You and Ryder exclaimed excitedly as you stood over your ‘victims’

Joel and Tommy had one last trick up their sleeves however as they held their hands up in surrender.

“OH PLEASE! PLEASE SPARE US!” They pleaded as you and Ryder bent down over them.

One. Two. Three.

Joel had grabbed ahold of you while Tommy had grabbed ahold of Ryder and easily flipped you under them.

Joel leaned in close as he whispered against the shell of your ear, “all’s fair in love and war, right baby?”

“Bullshit! We won fair and square! You cheated!” You giggled as you playfully hit his chest.

“Just for that, we’re really gonna go and take a tumble in the mud sweet cheeks!”

“NO NO NO. I TAKE IT BACK YOU DIDN’T CHEAT!”

“Tooooo laaate.” Your Texas tall glass of water singsonged.

From the safety of the porch deck, Sarah and Ellie were watching in pure amusement as you, Joel, Tommy, and Ryder wrestled playfully in the muddy grass before both men scooped each of you up and raced down the dock before jumping in.

“What’s that word the owl uses in the movie Bambi? Y’know the part where Bambi, Thumper, and Flower get distracted by girl deer, skunks, and rabbits?” Sarah asked.

“OH! I think the owl says the word “twitterpated?” Ellie answered back.

“Yeah! That’s the one. Well, that’s what they are. They’re twitterpated.” Sarah giggled.

“Yeah, and it’s super disgusting! I don’t ever want to be twitterpated.” Ellie stuck her tongue out playfully.

“Me either.”

After yet another shower, you all sat down to finally play a game of boggle. Ellie won the first round, (of course) but Joel was more than willing to be a good sport and play again. Boggle turned to Scrabble, which then turned into a very serious game of monopoly. It was around 5:30 that everyone decided to take a break and head into town for some dinner.

There was a big family style Italian restaurant that Joel and Tommy had been going to since they were kids. The food was good, the decor was outdated, yet charming. The best part was the paper tablecloth and big cup of crayons that even the adults could have some fun with.

Joel frankly looked like a goddamn snack. He was wearing a navy blue tee-shirt paired with a red baseball cap and some cut off jean shorts. He was wearing a watch on his wrist that you later found out from Sarah that the watch was broken, and she was planning on fixing it for his birthday in September.

When he wasn’t paying attention you snuck a quick picture of his side profile on your phone just because he looked so handsome. He did however catch you at the last minute and gave you a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.

Yeah, you were pretty twitterpated.

When dinner was finished and Joel and Tommy argued briefly on who was going to pay the bill, you and Ryder decided to take the girls to the ice cream shop next door. During that time the Miller Brothers finally came to an agreement to split the bill instead.

They met you, Ryder and the girls outside the ice cream shop where Joel got a nice spoonful of your two scoops of blue moon.

“Mmm. Tastes like cereal milk.” He hummed as you replaced the spoon with your lips giving him a sweet kiss.

“Gross! C‘mon Mr. Miller! Not in front of our ice cream!” Ellie playfully gagged.

Joel chuckled into the kiss, returning it sweetly before he pulled away and wrapped his arms around Sarah and Ellie’s shoulders with a big grin. “Hey, sweetie pie? Would ya mind takin’ a picture of my girls and I? Wanna have somethin’ else to hang up on the fridge.”

“Of course! Hey, Ryder? You still have your Polaroid camera on you right?”

“Yeah babe!” She responded and reached into her purse pulling out her camera and handed it to you.

“Okay, on the count of three I want you to all say cheese! Okay? One, two, three.”

The camera flashed as the shutter clicked shut, and shortly after the photo was dispensed out. It turned out cuter than expected. Sarah had the sweetest smile to match Joel’s soft dad smile, and Ellie in her playful fashion was sticking her tongue out.

Once you all arrived back home to the lake house, Joel hung the photo up on the fridge with a horseshoe magnet. Another storm was rolling in as night fell and everyone hunkered down in the living room for a movie night. It ended up being a unanimous decision on watching Spirit Of course.

“Hey Tommy?” Ellie asked as she sat on the floor next to Sarah.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“You didn’t tell me that you were dating a total badass.”

“Ryder? Oh, yeah. She’s pretty cool huh?”

“Cool doesn’t even cover it. Dude…she barrel races! That’s like..so unbelievably badass!” Ellie threw her hands up in the air in emphasis.

“You’re right, El. It is unbelievably badass of her. She pretty much can run circles around me any day.” Tommy confirmed with a chuckle.

“Who can run circles around who?” Ryder plopped down on the couch next to him with a bowl of popcorn in her hands.

“Jus’ was tellin’ Ellie here that you can run circles around me any day. She thinks it’s pretty cool that you’re a barrel racer n’all that.” He grinned as he draped his arm across her shoulders.

“You’re right about that kiddo. I can run circles around this man all day like it’s my job. Have you ever gone horseback riding before?”

“Yeah, a few times. Barrel racing has always looked so fun though.”

“Well, I’d be happy to teach you the ropes of it if you’d like?”

“Wait, really? That would be so awesome!”

“Of course! I’d love to teach you.” Ryder reached down and gave the younger girl a fist bump.

Once everyone was situated, you leaned over and whispered to your boyfriend, “Baby, just admit that he’s a handsome horse.” You were referring to adult Spirit that was voiced by Matt Damon.

“I ain’t gonna do that.” Joel whispered back as he brought his arm around your waist.

“Why not? Look at him!” You whispered back while gesturing to the screen.

“Fine. He’s a very handsome horse, baby.” Joel grumbled his response.

“Was that so hard?” You whispered.

“You got a crush on an animated horse now or somethin?’”

“..maybe.”

“I knew all along that you were a lil’ freak.” He teasingly whispered as he lightly tickled your side.

After the girls were tucked in and Tommy and Sarah retired to their room for the evening, Joel led you upstairs with his hands covering your eyes gently because he had a surprise waiting for you. “Watch your step baby. I have eaten shit on these stairs way too many times to count.” He whispered softly against the shell of your ear.

“Oh, I can only imagine how many times you’ve eaten shit going up these.” You responded with a giggle. “Now, this is the part where you murder me, right?”

“Nah. I promise I’d never do such a thing. Jus’ wanna have a nice relaxing evenin’ with my girlfriend.”

“Okay, good.” You breathed out a faux sigh of relief. “Cause if you ended up secretly being a serial killer, I’d be super disappointed.”

“Unless me murdering your pussy counts..than no my darlin’ I am not a serial killer.” He chuckled.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re hilarious Texas. Came up with that one all by yourself huh? Good job baby.”

“They don’t call me Joel Miller the pussy murderer for nothin.’” He snickered softly as he gently pushed open the bedroom door and led you to the bathroom.

“Okay, now you can open your eyes in just a second baby I promise. Gotta make sure everythin’ is nice and perfect for ya.” He kissed your cheek sweetly as he slowly removed his hands from covering your eyes.

You heard him putzing around for a few seconds before he gave you the okay to open your eyes.

“Oh, baby. You did this all for me?” Your Texas tall glass of water had ran a comfortably warm bath with all kinds of candles illuminating the space in a soft golden glow. There were even little flower petals scattered about the mountain of bubbles in the tub.

“Yeah, I figured it would be nice for us to take a bath together. The tub is big enough to fit us both comfortably.” He smiled softly as he poured you a glass of wine.

“Wow. Wine too? You’re too kind, baby.” You clinked your glass with his before taking a sip.

Shortly after you both slowly undressed and climbed into the tub that was spacious enough to fit you both comfortably. You sat across from each other with your knees poking out from under the bubbles. Joel could tell something was on your mind by the way your chin was gently resting along your knee. You appeared to be deep in thought as he leaned forward and resting his own chin on his knee to be more level with you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just..I have something to tell you and I don’t want you to freak out on me or anything okay? I was going to tell you earlier today but there wasn’t exactly the perfect opportunity for me to tell you until now.”

Joel felt a frown slowly tug across his lips. He was already racking his brain to see if he could come up with a possible solution as to why your mood had suddenly shifted. He couldn’t deny the fact that his nerves were beginning to bubble up. Had he done something wrong? Was this morning too much? Was it the nerf-gun fight? Was it something else?

“Okay, I promise you whatever it is that you have to tell me, I won’t freak out.” He assured you.

“Pinky promise?” You reached your pinky out in his direction.

“Pinky promise.” He linked his pinky with yours loosely.

“Okay, so when you and Tommy left to go to the store, Ryder and I were working on a puzzle with Sarah and Ellie.”

He kept his pinky looped with yours as he listened.

“It came out of the complete blue, but Sarah..she asked me if last night you and I said that we loved each other.”

“Did you tell her that we did?..” Joel softly asked.

“Yeah, I did. It just caught me off guard y’know?”

“Baby, I understand. Sarah and I talked about it when I was tucking her in last night. She asked if I was going to tell you that I love you. I told her that I was going to tell you last night, and she also said that she’s really happy that I found someone.”

“That’s not all she said to me though Joel.”

He squeezed your pinky gently and gave you a reassuring nod. “What else did she tell you, baby?”

“She said that she was afraid either of us would chicken out and not admit our feelings. She also said that you could be a bit silly at times, and you can be hard on yourself. She then said that you don’t like to..talk about her mom much, and her leaving hurt you really bad, and then she asked me if I would ever leave you..”

Joel let out a heavy deep sigh as his daughter's words hung heavy in the small space between you.

“She’s..a really observant person. I’m sorry that she threw that all on you like that. I know she meant well of course—”

“Joel, it’s okay. I’m not upset that she felt comfortable speaking to me about these things. It actually made me feel really good inside that..she is comfortable coming to me like that.”

“How did—how did you respond to her question?” He bit down on the inside of his cheek, tasting copper along his tongue.

“I told her that I love her father very much, and he’s become my entire world. I promised her that I would never leave either of you.”

Joel was fully grasping your hand in his now with your fingers gently interlocked.

“Joel, your daughter also asked if it would be okay for her to call me mom.”

Joel could feel his emotions begin to rise from the pits of his stomach. The idea of you becoming so close to Sarah that she thought of you as a motherly-figure was both comforting, but also slightly terrifying for him to grasp. No woman in his life ever bothered to grow close with his daughter. This was a huge step and it truly felt a little overwhelming for the single father.

“Clover, what did you tell her?” He asked with uncertainty laced in his tone. You were afraid that at any moment the wire would snap between the two of you.

“I told her that of course she could call me mom and that I loved her.” You softly spoke the truth.

“Did she—she say that she loved you back?” He asked just above a whisper.

“She did, Joel. She said, ‘I love you too, mom.’”

“She called you mom?” He nearly choked out.

“She did.”

“Clove, you know what this—this means right?” Joel squeezed your palm gently.

“It means that we’re a family?” You could feel your emotions begin to bubble over.

“I just..I wish you would have run this by me before just—telling my daughter that she can call you mom.” His voice fell flat and you immediately felt yourself recoiling from his touch.

“Joel, what was I supposed to tell her? That she can’t call me mom? I told you yesterday that I already think of her as my own. I thought this would..make you happy?” You could feel tears begin to brim along your waterline.

“Clover wait, please. Please don’t get ahead of yourself, okay? I just—this is a big deal. You realize that, right? Sarah has never had a mother figure in her life. No woman I have ever been with since her mom left us has gotten close to my daughter as you have.”

“You’re making it sound like this is some terrible thing that has been said. I love you, and your daughter. I love what we have, and if you think for a second..that—that I don’t want this? Is that what you’re insinuating?”

“Baby, that’s not what I’m insinuating at all here. It’s just a big fucking responsibility. One that is completely new to you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to drop everything to become Sarah’s step-mother.”

“Please don’t call me baby right now. Please don’t. I’m well aware that it’s a responsibility to take on, Joel. I’m thirty years old. I take care of my six horses seven days a week and I work shifts at the bar to cover their extra expenses. I have my own apartment, I have a good credit score, and I like to think that I’m somewhat successful. I have no experience in being a mother you’re absolutely right about that, but if you think for a minute that I don’t want to take on these responsibilities with open arms? I have never once thought about family or marriage until I met you. Just this morning you were the one bringing up marriage! Did you not mean it? Were you just saying it because it was the heat of the moment? You can’t just throw something like that around—”

“Clover, all I’m asking is for you to fucking think about this for a second, okay? You have to understand that I have been a single father for Sarah’s entire life. Tommy helped out sure, but I raised my daughter primarily on my own. She comes before anything in my life and I know you are aware of this, and this is why I need you to understand why I am voicing this to you. I think it’s wonderful that Sarah thinks of you as her mom. I know how much you love my daughter, but as partners we need to discuss what this means for us and our relationship.” His tone was much softer now as he tried to talk you both down from getting into a heated argument.

You sank back into the now lukewarm water with your face buried in your hands as your shoulders slumped inwards. “I’m sorry Joel. I shouldn’t—I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that. I understand that you raised your daughter on your own and she’s never had a real mother figure in her life till now. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get worked up like that, and I understand you’re just trying to voice your concerns and have a conversation with me.”

“Clover, it’s okay. I’m not upset at you for reacting the way that you did just now.” He gently placed his hand along your exposed knee giving it a gentle squeeze. “I should have also rephrased my words and thought about how they would make you feel. I wasn’t thinking about how you were going to react, and I’m sorry I didn’t. All I am trying to convey to you is that this is a big deal for you, me, and my daughter.”

“Joel, I understand why it’s a big deal. Of course it is. It changes the entire dynamic of our relationship, and that’s okay. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this next step in our relationship to happen. You said it yourself that we don’t have to get married right away. Joel, we can take baby steps, and no one can tell us the right or wrong way to co-parent.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just incredibly overwhelmed right now, okay?” He slipped his hand off your knee as he rose from the tub and grabbed a towel to dry himself off with.

Your heart sank deep into the pit of your stomach as you watched him get out of the tub.

“Joel, I understand that you’re overwhelmed, but we can still have a conversation about—”

“Stop saying you understand why I’m overwhelmed, okay? You don’t understand why because this is an experience you’ve never lived through before. You’ve never been a mother. You’ve never been a single parent, and I love you, but please stop telling me the things you think I want to hear right now.” He gently pleaded with you as he quickly slipped his boxers on.

“Joel, I’m just trying to empathize with you the best way that I know how..” you bit back your tears from spilling over as your gaze casted down along your reflection in the water.

“I just..need to be alone for a minute, okay? Please don’t take it personally. I just feel like I can’t breathe in here. I need to go outside and clear my head, and when I'm ready we can talk. Okay? I promise.” He yanked his shirt back over his head before his gaze fell upon your sheltered body language in the tub. You were well aware that couples got into disagreements all the time. It was something completely normal, and yet you couldn’t help the way your heart caved in on itself from his words.

“Okay.” You whispered.

The bathroom door softly closed behind him as he left the room and as soon as you could no longer hear his footsteps, your tears finally fell.

Joel raced down the stairs straight to Tommy and Ryder’s room. He banged on the door thrice with a sense of urgency that his brother hadn’t experienced in years. “Tommy, open the fuck up please.” His tone sounded desperate and Tommy wasted no time to properly dress himself before he opened up the door.

“Joel? Hey, what’s going on?” A frown etched across the younger Miller brothers face as he could sense Joel was on the verge of having a breakdown.

“Can you please..come outside with me? I—I need to go for a drive or something. Please come with me.”

“Okay, sure. How about I drive? Your hands are fuckin’ tremblin.’”

Joel was already tossing his keys at his brother in a haste as his other hand was raking through his hair nervously.

“Let me just tell Ryder we’re going to go out for a drive, okay?” He softly shut the door and grabbed his hoodie from the bedside. “I’ll be back in an hour. Something happened between Joel and Clover. I don’t know what, but why don’t you go and check on her and see how she’s doing.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Ryder let out a sigh as she already had her suspicions as to what got Joel all riled up.

“Tommy? I think I know why Joel is freaking out right now..”

“What do you know?” Tommy asked her softly.

“Sarah called Clover mom.”

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dailyreverie · 9 months

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Can I please have number 9 from your comfort gestures with our boy Poe please? 😘

here's a cheeky Poe for you 😊💖 thank you so much for requesting! Also, I know the prompt says winking or sending them kisses but like... why not both?

Prompt list: Small but comforting gestures #9. winking at them, or sending them flying kisses and seeing them fluster

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Word count: 549 words

CW: mentions of nudity (or: Poe talking about seeing him in his underwear which is also a warning by itself really)

Poe couldn’t help it, he was unbelievably proud. You had been nervous since the night before… even before that, since the moment the General asked you to deliver the news on your mission alongside her, and seeing you up there, showing the entire base how much of a badass you are, had transformed his face into a huge, proud smile.

“It’s nothing big, I don’t know why she wants me there.” You had told Poe for what probably was the millionth time, fidgeting with the sheet as you got ready for bed.

“Are you kidding me? You found a whole-ass First Order settlement, sweetheart.” He had grabbed your face sweetly, making you look into his eyes - reassuring and soft, and so, so full of warmth. “You deserve to be there so everyone sees that it was you who found it, that’s why she wants you there, and you know it.” With a soft kiss, he calmed your nerves down. “Besides I’m going to be there, so if you get nervous just look for me and picture me in my underwear.”

“Poe!” You pushed him away, snorting at his terrible advice.

“What? That’s not how it works?” He laughed back, his mission of making you forget about it successful enough.

But there you were now, in front of the whole Resistance right next to Leia chiming in with your tasks on the mission as she told everyone about your discovery and your amazing job - her words, not anyone else’s -, all while you, for Maker’s sake, could not stop your hands from sweating and shaking.

You did what you knew best, maybe even unconsciously so: among the crowd in front of you you looked for Poe. It was easy to find him, after all, he had to be close to the General, but the moment you met his eyes you regretted it immediately. Not because of the way he was smiling or the way he was looking at you, but because of the wink he gave at you - cheeky and so confident, and definitely reminding you of the solution he gave to your nerves.

You had to bite your tongue not to giggle out loud, sending him a warning with your eyes that told him to behave. You should have known better since the flying kiss he gave as a response did all but calm you down: your ears were turning red, your breath hitched in your throat, and an audible shaky sigh made Leia turn to look at you.

“Would you mind going deeper into detail about it, Lieutenant?” Her lifted eyebrow told you she had seen it all.

“You were supposed to help, you nerf head.” You scolded him, pushing his shoulder as you joined him, sitting beside him again.

“That’s your own fault, honey.” Poe laughed with a kiss against your head, his arm reaching around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. “I’m really proud of you, you know that right?”

“I know.” You were glad you had rested your head on his shoulder, not letting him see you get flustered again.

“Just for that, you do get to see me in my underwear tonight.” His last words were mixed with a giggle as you pushed his leg in annoyance.

“I’ll hold you to that, Dameron.”

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morosis-haze · 9 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Trying challenges with mha boys. Ft. Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima x Gn!Reader | Warning: slight implication of reader having an aim/gun quirk in Kirishima’s part, mention of drowning in Kaminari’s part

Examples of challenges will be linked with each of the boys

Katsuki Bakugou

- sock challenge

- you’re explaining the rules and he’s getting into a position to attack you

-like damn couldn’t wait for every rule to be explained without looking like you’re about to tackle someone

- when you’re done saying the rules, and you both agree on being ready he waits for a second, then is on you the next second

- immediately has one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still, and he’s trying to lean down using his other available hand to grab at your sock

- now you’re trying to flip out of his hold

- if you’re a very determined person who doesn’t give up easily then this is definitely about to be a lot of back and forth

-each time you get a hold of each other you push the sock down by an inch before the other gets away

-after what felt like forever and even though it wasn’t, Kaminari came into the room about to ask for something of Bakugou

-When Kaminari came in seeing the weird ass position y’all seemed to be in while grabbing at each other's socks, he started laughing like a hyena while pulling out his phone to take a picture

-You used this moment to your advantage with Bakugou distracted, yelling at Kaminari, you grab off his sock all the way

-This lead to both you and Kaminari laughing as you high-five at the victory you made

-Bakugou calls you a cheater and demands a rematch

Eijiro Kirishima

-trust shot challenge

-brings it up to you and says it will be good practice for you

- reassures you if you shoot him that he’ll be fine with his quirk, but where was the reassurance on you not getting hit

- you go first getting behind the counter and aiming a nerf gun at the cup on top of your boyfriend’s head

-you tried a few times

-first two shots almost hit the cup

-til you finally got it knocking the cup down, 3rd time was in fact a charm

-now it’s his turn which is where the problem comes in

-he wasn’t good…

-one of the shots he took was an inch off from hitting your ear

-made you jump slightly seeing the nerf bullet go by from your side all close

- “I got it! I got it! don’t worry!”

- uhm lies you should be worried

- he’s hitting things all over next to you

-it was a shame when that pretty vase had to go

-next thing you know your back got hit

-you turn to face him not knowing this fool was shooting multiple times all quickly

-now he hit your temple

-when he realizes he gasps all dramatic

-“Babe, I’m sorry really! I did not mean to aim there”

-“Eijirou hand me the gun…now”

-it was time for revenge on the redhead

Hanta Sero

- lean challenge

- both of you saw it and wanted to make an attempt

- first time he wasn’t ready and you were about to slip out of the hold he had on your ankle

-quickly had to get you with his quirk before you just fell on the floor

-now you’re giving him a slight glare as he laughs nervously scratching the back of his neck

-try again and he gets it more together but you do swing a bit which made you think you were about to hit something

-eventually you get it together

-now it's your turn to lean him down and bring him back up

-yeah there were really no good first attempts from either side

-both of you falling on the floor

-laid out giggling at the failure to complete this

-takes a bit longer for you to properly keep him in your hold

-neither of you take it as a personal win just celebrate with each other for getting it done

Denki Kaminari

- high pour challenge

- brought it up to you

- he’s laughing already while positioning the camera just thinking about what might happen

- you didn’t fully understand what the point of this would be but you went along with it

-you didn’t go first arguing he was “about to drown you”

-he accepted it smiling not caring for the order he just wanted to try it

-when you first aim at his mouth you pour lightly

-“C’mon you do better than that”

-he’s egging you on to get it done faster what a mistake that was

-next thing you know he’s gargling and spitting it out

-“See this is why I didn’t wanna do it quickly.”

-you go to him patting his back for good measure, looking at him like he’s an idiot

-he only laughs and you feel slight concern for your boyfriend

-“It’s fine let’s just try again or we try on you now!”

-“Denki, no absolutely not, you’re not trying that on me.”

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modelbus · 3 months

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hi!!!!! im new but ive read a lot of your work and its amazing!!

anyway, i was wondering if you could write a either hurt comfort or childhood friends to lovers, as a cc!tommy x fem!reader ?

it would mean a lot thank you !!! 🩷🩷

Why not both? Cue evil grin, mwahaha ;) ALSO! I’m back with that mcyt stuff!!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

Fighting Friends

You’ve known Tommy for as long as you can remember. Apparently memory formation starts when you’re about 6, so you knew there was a time before him, but it certainly didn’t feel like it.

There’s a photo on your desk, framed with a cheap plastic frame. Both of you as kids, him wearing sunglasses and holding a Nerf gun up to your head as you’re caught in the act of stabbing him with a foam sword (he shot you in the forehead after the photo). The picture just about sums up your guys’ relationship. It doesn’t need to be worth a thousand words, just two: fucking chaos.

Or, that’s what you two normally were.

It was a stupid argument, even you knew that. A silly remark you took too hard, something that stung too deep. He said it during a vlog, too. A quip about rather dying than dancing with you. And with those few words, you stupid crush-addled heart shriveled up and was shot through.

So you had retaliated with a poor jab, and he didn't get it, and it all blew up in your faces. To the point where your messages have sat empty for three whole days. There's no "GET ON MC" message from him, no impromptu "Movie now." Just pure radio silence.

And you hate it.

You loved Tommy. Adored the hell out of him, unfortunately for you. And not just because you had a traitorous little crush. He's your best friend. The type of person you always knew would be there.

Right up until he wasn't.

It’s funny how much colder it seems to be now that he’s gone. Winter’s blowing in, like it was just waiting for him to vanish from your life before taking over. It leaves piles of snow that you dredge through to get to your favorite cafe, braving the wind chill just for a semblance of comfort.

You used to go here nearly daily with Tommy, making you dependent on the warm atmosphere that you haven’t been in since five days ago. Have you mentioned how much you hate fighting with Tommy? The disruption to routine, the fucking ache in your heart…

It’s a bit pathetic, honestly. But that’s simply what you are without him. One half of a soul.

The bell chimes, and you drag yourself over to your normal table and pull out your laptop. Even when your world stops, the actual world keeps spinning, meaning you have work to do.

“Hey sweetheart. No shadow?” Your head jerks up, instinctively smiling at Laura, the aged worker who always serves you.

“Not today.” You sigh. “He’s… busy.”

“Too busy for you?” Her eyebrows raise. “That boy will show up eventually for you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, trust me, hon. He’s got those eyes when he looks at you.”

Hell if you know what that means, but you smile at her anyway.

“Want your usual?” She asks.

“Just a water.” You shake your head, the idea of a hot chocolate without Tommy seeming just sad.

Laura nods then heads off as you turn your attention back to your laptop. In the bottom right corner a Discord notification pops up from Wilbur, but you ignore it without even reading the message. You can respond to him later, which you’ll probably do at night while in bed. Procrastinating sleep, per usual.

A mug is set in front of you—definitely not water—making you look up at Laura in confusion. Hot chocolate, complete with your usual whipped cream.

“I—“

“Someone else ordered it for you.” She answers before you can even ask, a sparkle in her eye. Before she steps away, she leans closer and whispers, “I told you that boy adores you.”

Your eyes scan the surrounding area, seeing Tommy almost instantly. Blond hair messed up, his favorite hoodie and jeans on. He makes his way to you, looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out the second he’s close enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Laura step away. “I was an idiot, and I shouldn’t have said half the fucking things I did—“

“At least sit down.” You interrupt, knowing damn well he’d stand there and apologize all day.

Almost instantly, he drops into the chair across from you. You quietly close your laptop, leaving the two of you staring at each other in awkward silence.

“You ordered me hot chocolate.” You say just to break the quiet.

He ducks his head. “You always get it.”

The acknowledgment that you didn’t want to get it without him hangs in the air.

“What’ve you been up to?” You ask politely. Small talk is strained and stupid; you’ve never had to do this with him before.

“Recording and shit. Made a mod video with Schlatt and Wil and Jack. You?”

You drink your hot chocolate while the two of you talk, the argument hanging heavy over your heads like a storm cloud. When you finish the drink, there’s some unspoken consensus that you’ll leave together, him stepping ahead to hold the door for you.

“I scrapped that vlog, by the way.” He’s saying, referencing the one you had filmed with him. “Wasn’t enough content to put in a video.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, frowning, knowing that it was your argument that had made it such a short filming session.

“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He asks, staring at you like you’re an alien. “I’m the one who made that argument a whole fucking thing.”

“You?” You echo. “That was definitely on me, I was so snappish!”

“Bullshit, I started it!”

“In what fucking world did you start it? That was me, Tom, I acted like a little bitch about that one—“

You’re silenced by something, warmth covering your lips before it’s gone as quick as it was there. It’s not until he’s four steps back that you realize what just happened.

He kissed you. He fucking kissed you.

“Fuck— I didn’t— I didn’t meant to do that!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “I mean— Wil told me to just go for it, but I told him he was fucking insane man, I didn’t— I keep fucking this up, don’t I?”

“…so that was an apology kiss?” You ask, confused.

“What? No! I meant I was sorry for kissing you without, Y’know, asking.” His cheeks flush, and it’s not until someone shoves past you that you realize you’ve both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“It’s… it’s fine. Okay, I mean.” You say, almost positive your cheeks are the same shade as his.

Tommy nods. “So I didn’t totally fuck this up?”

“I think you fucked it up a long time ago, Tom. I’m doing charity work sticking around you.”

He laughs, elbowing you as you start walking. “I’m the one doing charity work! I’m a fucking millionaire, you should be paying to be in my presence!”

“Oh, yeah, you kissed me for charity too, huh?”

“Wha— well I— that—“

You laugh loudly, having to look away from him to catch your breath. This was your Tommy, this was what you missed.

“Oh, you asshole!” He groans. “Fine! It was fucking charity, how about that?”

Shrugging, you can’t help your grin. “Just don’t make it charity next time.”

His steps falter, but when you look over at him he’s beaming. “Deal.” He announces, but doesn’t make a move to kiss you again.

“…are you not going to—“

“I have to surprise you. That way it’s fun.”

Oh boy.

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