#thunder bandit

[babyblankyerror]

Got to thinking about Gary taking revenge on Lord Jack by burning his possessions as he did his father’s farm since he is still young and can’t deal with loss properly. People give him a name but no one excepts the outlaw to be a literal child so he just roams around without needing to hide.

I got the idea of a little Gary carrying a gun that’s far too big for his small soft hands and it’s just heartbreaking so yeah. Also made Gary’s hand disfigured due to the fire so when he grows up he gets to wear sexy leather gloves yes.

Extra:

#final space #garycato #western #au #final west #thunder bandit #gary goodspeed

[blurryflurryz]

Wanted to make a Sheryl timeskip design hehe 👉👈

Cannot wait to see her official concepts 🥺💕

#I may lose my mind when her offical concepts come 😳😳😳 #Like aghhhh i love her so much #final space #final space fanart #sheryl goodspeed #blurrydraws #digital art #Oh! the blue thing she has on her arm is a piece of John suit 🤭 #And the thunder of her jacket... oh you know. Thunder bandit 😳

[thundergoodspeed]

@ofgalaxiesandstars

@dilutedaspirations

“Captain’s log,” Gary said. He’d started recording, partly to keep himself sane, remembering what was going right with the mission despite how stagnant everything was...and partly in case someone found his rotting corpse decades in the future. “Day seven--or eight? I don’t remember, there’s not really days here--on this miserable rock. Water stock’s holding up fine, food stock is...questionable at best, but still edible. Tastes like a butthole, but it’s keeping us alive.” He looked around as he bit down on a worm’s head, making a face at the flavor. Barren wasteland mostly. 

Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned off the recording. “Ohh, Avocato! Please tell me you found something besides these freaking worms. Please. I need...I need something besides worms.

#ic; thunder bandit #ofgalaxiesandstars #dilutedaspirations #v; dimensional keyblades

[whataboutfractions]

#bmj thunder bomber #bmj mujoe #attempt number one of translating the tone in ''mujoe-sama'' #bmj hige hige bandits

[stormvanari]

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part 1

#super mario #detective dynoraptor #oc #my art #will sharplock / dynoraptor #sasha strike / thunder #harry lepon / eclipse #poppy thorne / berry #mina taur / inferno #chase sharplock / blitzoraptor #guest star: a random Scarlet Bandit

[prosperity-post]

I might need someone to write a story about these three. Thunder Junction has my mind a-whirlin', ya'll. I know they aren't from Thunder Junction but their cardnames are perfect for the set.

#mtg #magic the gathering #outlaws of thunder junction #great desert prospector #charging bandits #bighorner rancher #fantasy card game #wotc #wizards of the coast

[ceilidho]

prompt: reader is a large animal vet making a house call to a certain ex-SAS member's ranch.

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It’s the first time you’ve been called out to this ranch. 

You’ve been to some others in the surrounding area—just last week you stopped by a ranch just half an hour away—but never this one. It’s far out of the way, almost tough to find—you miss the turnoff twice, each time forced to turn back around and squint to find the poorly marked dirt road leading to the ranch. Your shoulders only unclench when the ranch house finally crests over the horizon and you spot the horses milling around in the fenced-off enclosure. 

They must have had an in-house vet prior to calling you out. None of your colleagues remember ever visiting and the ranch is big enough to necessitate one. It sprawls across the landscape, acres upon acres. The kind of ranch that deals in thoroughbreds, horses that go on to graded stakes races. In the pen already, you can pick out Thoroughbreds and American Warmblood, the distinctive spotting of an Appaloosa, even a couple Hanoverians. 

There are men working around the ranch outside of the main enclosure that you park just a dozen or so yards away from, but something about the man standing by his lonesome with the horses makes you pause. 

A head taller than the rest, and built like a redwood. Bandana affixed around the lower half of his face, almost bandit-like. You shake those thoughts out of your head. You’re not here to pass judgement on people; you’re here for the horses. Whatever scars mar his face are hardly your concern (still, rugged, you think, a bit breathless even sitting in the front seat of your truck). 

When he turns in your direction, eyes locked on your truck and then locked on you when you pop into the back to grab your bag, your back straightens. Imperceptibly, yet still. Compelled to measure up somehow, to whatever standard he expects.

He strikes you as the man in charge. “Mister Riley?” you call out, shielding your eyes from the sun. 

He beckons you over with a gloved hand. Even from the distance, he leaves you unsure of yourself, quick to stumble when his stare starts to burn. 

“Doc,” Riley greets you when you’re close enough, and you fight back a shiver. His voice rumbles like thunder, like hooves pounding into the freshly tamped earth, into the dirt. 

“You called about a pregnant mare,” you remind him. 

The bag in front of your legs puts a bit of distance between the two of you, a needed buffer. Up close, he towers like sequoia, in fact, sleeves rolled up past his forearms, old tattoos on his left arm faded like beaten leather. He holds out a hand though, forcing you to take a step forward out of politeness and shake it. Your lips tighten at the touch of his skin. It’s weathered too, coarse palms and fingertips; there’s dirt caked around his nail beds, the kind that never comes out, the world’s indelible mark on the skin. 

He stares at you for a moment without speaking. There’s no helping the way you squirm under his gaze.

“The horse,” you remind him, cheeks hot.

“She’s in the stables; I’ll bring ya to her.”

You struggle to keep up with him, bag bumping against your leg as you haul ass after him. Big as he is, he moves quickly, fast on his feet—used to quick beasts, you know, probably used to anticipating their movements, always one step ahead. Your last shred of decency keeps you from staring at his ass the entire walk to the stables. 

Her coat is a rich coal colour, mane sun-bleached. Inky eyes peer back at you when Riley lets you into her stall. It’s cooler inside somehow, out of the inescapable glare of the sun; the sweat on the back of your neck stays wet under Riley’s eyes though, nervous rather than weather-born. 

She’s gorgeous though, the mare. Pretty as can be. Heavily pregnant too, you can see. Obviously well taken care of too, still decently muscled like she’s still been taken for walks and rides during her pregnancy. 

“She’s too far along now to ride,” he tells you when you remark on that, his voice carrying in the confined space. He doesn’t raise his voice, but it makes you perk up again, at attention, head whipping over your shoulder to look at him. 

“I can tell. A little over two months ‘till she delivers,” you say with a nod, looking down at the chart you have on her. “I can come back for her last deworming before she foals, if you want.”

He grunts, doesn’t answer. You take it as an affirmative. 

It doesn’t take you long to run through her check-up. A docile girl, you coo when she lets you touch her without any sign of aggression, sweet-tempered thing. It’s second nature after all, at this point in your life. 

Still, you find yourself watching Riley out of the corner of your eye, careful under his watchful gaze. Not that you usually aren’t, but still. Your movements feel intentional, precise. 

When he walks you out, you get a bit bolder in the sunlight. Freer to pester him with questions. 

“Did your last vet retire or something?” you ask, fishing for information. It’s probably none of your business, but you find yourself curious anyway. There are a few different vet practices operating in the area, so it’s always helpful to know who’s going to your competitors. 

He shakes his head. “Friend of mine went to school for this—been with me as long as I’ve had the ranch. He got hitched a couple weeks ago though.”

“Moving away?” you guess.

“Opening up a practice,” he corrects, making you frown. That’s worse, at least for you. “On his honeymoon this month though, so he gave me your name.”

“My boss’ name, you mean.”

“That’s right,” he says, and you realize that he’s walked you all the way to your car, half-pinning you to the door of your truck. Just close enough that a new layer of sweat breaks out on the back of your neck. You have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. “Don’t know if I caught yours, little filly.”

Now that makes you stutter over your name, confidence finally failing you. When he hums like he’s caught your name in his head now, mapped it to you with his sharp eyes, you feel yourself swallow reflexively. 

“Not like you’ll need it for long,” you tease, trying to gain back some semblance of control. “Just until your friend gets back and sets up his practice, at least.”

“Not sure about that. Might find some use for you yet,” Riley says, close enough now that you can tell he smells of hay and silage, peppery when you breathe in too heavily. 

And you breathe too heavily. Hard not to when he crowds you up against the truck, hand laying flat on the roof, boxing you in. You wonder if any of the ranch hands are looking over at the two of you, curious. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, head empty. Mouth dry enough now that it hurts a bit to swallow. 

His brown eyes glint in the sun. Honey gold under the light. “I can think of a few reasons to keep you around.”

#i dont know if brits have ranches so imagine he moved to the states or something id ont CARE #ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #cod simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost/reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2

[ameliathornromance]

Your heart thundered in your chest. Everything was a blur, tinged with redness. Redness from blood that dripped from your chin and onto the ground.

You couldn't clearly remember what had happened. It was a nice and sunny day. You had gone on one of your regular walks. Admittedly, today was a little different. 

Your Orc Boyfriend, amazing and wonderful as ever, had brought you back a necklace. He said he found it in a cave full of abandoned clothes and jewels. “Probably left by some bandits or something,” he’d explained. 

When you questioned the stolen item, he nonchalantly waved his hand. “That stuffs been abandoned for years. There was a thick layer of dust on the chest.”

With that in mind, you put on the necklace and hadn’t taken it off since. 

Now it was gone. Scratch marks on your neck from long fingernails were now rising on your skin, red and angry.

The camp was finally in sight. It gave you a burst of energy. Ignoring the pain, you took off into a run. No longer being able to hold back the tears, you released a wail when you entered the camp.

Your Orc was over with his fellows, eating some kind of meat. He dropped it at the sight of you, rushed over and caught you in his arms. “Love? What happened?” He asked, eyes darting all over your body, putting pressure on the gash on your forehead.

Other Orcs took off in search of the healer, while others crowded around you, bombarding you with questions: 

“Who did this to you?”

“They’ll pay for what they did, won’t they?”

“Yeah, of course. We’ll give them a real beating.”

“Everyone shut up!” hollered your Orc.

Once your wounds were tended to and you had calmed down, you and your Orc Boyfriend, along with his group of fellows, all sat in your shared tent, clutching a mug of warm tea in your hands. Since you were in a much calmer mindset now, the memories had come back to you.

“I went to the town, just over the hill.” You started. Instantly, some Orcs snorted and growled, “Fucking humans, always doing this kind of shit.”

“Silence!” Your Orc commanded. They fell silent as you continued.

“There were some noblewomen. They saw my necklace and told me to give it to them.” You gripped onto the mug. “When I said no, they told me I must have stolen it from some other noble woman that I worked for. And…” You fell silent as tears welled up in your eyes again.

The Orc stayed quiet as they watched your tears roll down your cheeks. Your Orc was so quiet you could have sworn that he’d left the tent. 

A loud clap caused you to jump. “Everyone out.” Your Orc said.

All the Orcs looked at him like he was mad. “What? You can’t just-”

“It’s my living quarters, everyone out!” He snapped.

Grumbling and casting disdained glances over their shoulders, all the Orcs left. Except for your boyfriend. He sank to his knees by the bedside, head face down to the sheets. “They will pay for this,” He growled.

He went to leave. To go, order his others to prepare for an attack on the village, to avenge you and restore his honour. But your hand grasped onto his. “Don’t go.” You pleaded. “I… I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Your Orc stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, down at you on the bed, he wondered how anyone could have tried to hurt you. He returned to his position beside you, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “They will pay for this.” Your Orc promised you.

“I don’t want to hear about that right now.” You said. “Please… just… don’t go.”

And he didn’t. When you’d finished your tea and curled up under the covers of your bed, he sat there until you closed your eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

From that night onwards, he vowed to never let you leave the camp alone. Lest something like this happen again. He would never allow harm to come to you ever again. If they wanted to hurt you, they would have to go through him and his kin first.

Revenge could wait. The softness of your breathing was more than enough to soothe his angry heart.

#monster lover #orc fiction #orc x reader #monster romance #orc boyfriend #monster x you #orc romance #monster x female #monster x human #monster x reader

[loveshotzz]

It’s raining and I can’t sleep, so here’s a blurb of our favorite old man cuddling us in the middle of the night before you guys moved in together.

Your eyes don’t want to open, but the low roll of thunder that vibrates the thin walls of your apartment pushes past the heaviness of your lids. The rain comes down in a blur outside your bedroom window, water pittering against the glass. A flash of lighting makes you jump and the arms around you tighten in response.

Salt and pepper scruff covered cheeks tickle against your neck, the tip of his nose nudging behind your ear. Tangled limbs under the covers, long fingers hide yours in their grasp as he pulls you even closer. You can smell the lingering spice of his cologne, and the red wine from dinner on his breath when its warmth hits your cheek.

Bandit’s tags clink in your living room while he readjusts himself on the couch. His home away from home when Steve sleeps over, and it makes a small smile twist up at the corners of your mouth. The pad of Steve’s thumb swipes over your knuckles, followed by a soft press of his lips just under your jaw.

“Can’t sleep honey?” He whispers against your skin, voice still thick with sleep.

Another flash of lighting illuminates your room, and a rumble just like the one that woke you up shakes the floors. Despite the warning you still jump again and it only makes Steve pull further into his chest, a smile pressed into your neck.

The clacking of Bandit’s nails against the tile of your kitchen floor warns you before the bed dips from his weight. Curling up at your feet, he lets out a loud huff before kicking his paws out, getting comfortable.

You get another kiss behind the ear, and another one on the back of your neck. His words come out sweet like they always do just for you.

“We’ll keep you safe.”

#my writing #all i really want is you #older!steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff

[xalicitie]

Unwarranted Thoughts — Kaz Brekker (smut)

You’re a new member of Kaz’s gang of crows. You and your boss share a cryptic relationship which neither of you seem to understand how to approach, but within one night in which you attend to a dire wound Kaz receives in battle, the two of you discover your true feelings for each other.

This is only the first half of the story, I’m posting this to see if it actually gets any attention and whether I really want to post it cause I’ve never actually posted smut in my life. If it gets enough response I’ll post part 2

"Sit down here."

Kaz had a hand pressed tautly against the detrimental wound pulsating at his ribcage; blood was melting through his clothes as he stumbled into the seat. You were beginning to hurriedly gather the loosely placed medical supplies along the countertops—scrambling, to say the least. It was rare for Kaz to get injured in battle like this in battle, it sparked a panic hotter than Hell in your chest.

"You're bleeding badly." You said as you placed your hands under the running water of the sink. "Take your shirt off."

Kaz, without a word, followed your orders. Although the command did catch him off guard, he followed through without a thought.

Fleetingly, you rinsed your hands and dried them, then sped to Kaz's side, spilling all kinds of tools onto the table adjacent.

Upon facing back to your boss, It took you quite the moment to realize that he was already shirtless. The shame at your involuntarily wandering eyes set in quickly as you turned your focus to his wound.

It was nasty. A successful sword strike—any further into his core and you might've not been able to fix him up in time.

"How the hell did you get this?" You asked, splitting the silence as you grabbed a large cloth.

"I was caught off guard. Stupid bandits pulled an ambush." You quirked a brow, hoping to distract him as you readied the cloth before the wound. His chest heaved, and you just couldn't seem to decipher whether your thundering heartbeat was due to the direness of the situation or the picture of Kaz Brekker shirtless.

You scolded yourself for even considering such a thing at such a moment.

"Ready yourself. I'm going to apply pressure to the wound." You warned.

"Hurry up and get it over with." He said with a low voice.

You did just that. The moment you enforced pressure onto his side, he breathed a pained groan, eyebrows furrowed as his hands clasped the side of the chair. You tried not to think at all as you continued to try and stop the bleeding.

After such treacherous few minutes, you pulled the cloth, dripping with Kaz's blood—a grotesque sight—to see his wound had just barely stopped producing blood.

"Okay, stay with me." You looked up to your boss to see a tired, pained expression. You could see his unwillingness to completely show you that he was suffering just threading his mien, but the pain seemed to be just enough to tear through most of his armor. "Are you okay?" You asked.

"Yes. Fine." He spat quickly, harshly. "Just, keep on going."

Throughout the whole process of healing his wound, all during it you never seemed to get habituated to the sight of his bare chest. You never thought you'd live to see him so vulnerable, it was certainly novel, to say the least.

Still, you completely forced denial unto your filthy thoughts. Even if they lingered there, watching his muscles heave and move with his breaths, the twitch of his face at the pain, you told yourself they did not exist. You scolded to yourself that it was shameful to conjure up such nasty thoughts at a time like this.

"Okay." You concluded after such tense silence. The wound was cleaned and ready to be covered, and Kaz was still alive. Thank the Saints.

"Can you sit up?" You asked, and Kaz nodded. You were just about to lend a hand before he starting grudgingly lifting himself up on his own. You knew he wouldn't accept your help.

Every rise of his chest, the more your thoughts roused and resisted being denied. The more your heartbeat gained acclimation again, your lips parting, watching as his brunette hair fell before his face, eyes hidden in a shadow, only the lightest of his blue eyes apparent. You knew the look of him right now would be stuck in your mind for the coming weeks.

If Kaz saw you right now, oh you didn't dare let him get a peak of your disorientation right now. You spoke quickly to hide your adoring face. "Hold still. This is going to take a second."

With a muttered "mhm", you kneeled down before him to get closer to his wound.

You were so utterly sinful. As you wrapped the linen bandage around his waist, each little contiguity, each little brush of the skin brought you filthier thoughts. You grasped for control, and just barely—after a torturously long moment—you fixed the bandage around his wound.

"Okay, you're good." You said with finality. Kaz nodded at you, and the moment you thought it was over you began putting the supplies away. You wanted get as far away from this little crush on your newly appointed boss as possible.

"Y/n." You froze and turned back to Kaz at the sound of your name, now finally donned in his vest again. "You've been hurt, too."

His eyes led you to the cut that had been bothering you for awhile. It was just at you lower side, sitting just below your breast.

"Oh, it's..nothing." You brushed off, hoping to settle for some good rest. You began to walk back over to the supplies when Kaz called for you once more.

"Don't think you're leaving here without that being properly bandaged." Oh, Saints. "It could get infected."

There was no way out of this. You sighed audibly, relenting at his wish, more so command.

You sauntered slowly over to the chair as Kaz leisurely climbed out of it, allowing you to sit atop, as he just had done before. Kaz began again gathering the supplies while you sat, wary of what was to come. The cut was placed at a certainly tricky place.

Moments passed and he had the supplies together. His gaze fell upon your apprehensive one. You felt yourself tense at his undivided attention. "Lift up your shirt."

Your lips fell agape at the sudden words. Breathing pattern hectic once again, you followed through with his command just somehow.

Kaz slowly walked over to you. He held a wet cloth in his gloved hand, and as he approached, the air between the two of you thickened so much you felt it, each inch, as it sat between you and your boss. You were absolutely disheveled, eyes not knowing where to look.

The sensation of the cloth hitting your cut made you cringe and seethe out a strained breath. You heard his breaths, each one, one after the other, as he scrutinized you.

..You were so close.

The silence was grating and horribly tense.

You and Kaz looked at each other, and for a moment it seemed he were having the same thoughts.

Then, as each one of your filthy dreams went, you watched in utter disbelief as Kaz Brekker leaned his head in towards yours. As his unoccupied, right, gloved hand traveled towards the nave of your neck, you melting below him, moving towards him meekly. Still with no idea what was happening.

Yours and Kaz's lips hovered not even an inch before each other, both your eyes closed, relishing in the moment. Your chest fell and rose, cheeks burning, everything ablaze.

Is this a dream?

Part 2 is up!

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker smut #kaz brekker fanfiction #six of crows #shadow and bone #freddy carter #kanej #kaz brekker oneshot #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #kaz dirtyhands brekker #crooked kingdom #fanfiction #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x you

[babyblankyerror]

Little Cato spills other criminals’ secrets and Gary comes into a realization

#garycato #dadspeed #wild #west #final #space #au #western #gary #goodspeed #little cato #spidercat #thunder bandit #final west

[coyoteclan]

There are 330 following this blog now HI

Thought I'd share some territory concepts I've been working on! Both for Coyoteclan and a second clangen blog I've been debating, which is set in the wild west :)

I'll write a little blurb for each little area under the cut for those curious about these locations (and separate images)

Coyoteclan

Fallen-Tree Coyoteclan's Leader den and clan meeting place. The tree is ancient and hollow, the entrance coated in the scratches of long-gone cats. The Leader calls meetings from atop the tree, while the deputy sits on the rocks below.

Thunder River A small collection of waterfalls that eventually lead to the sea. From here, you can hear an ominous, melodic sound coming from the beach.

Graves of the Fallen The resting place for Coyoteclan cats. Coyoteclan prefer to commune with their dead here, but still go with the other healers during halfmoon.

Sweetwater Wilds

Trail of Blood Untamed land filled with bandits and danger. Not only are there plenty of predatory animals living here, but it's a popular hiding place for many outlaws.

Canyon of Stars A place for communing with the stars. Sheriffs and Healers visit often for guidance, though some bandits are known to come here in secret.

Hareshade's Dawn Not really a place but this is the Sheriff of Sweetwater Wilds lol I really like her but she's SO TRANSPHOBIC she is BULLYING the only trans cat in the clan and I cannot stop her

#I'm so heavily considering doing this wild west clan you have no idea #I've been writing like. a whole wild west themed system for the clans too I've been having fun with it #I gotta do more with coyoteclan before I so something like that but. something to consider #I'll at least post some art of it over on my main even if I don't do a blog #rn these are mostly just bg practice bc I want to get better at doing them (I hate drawing bgs <3) #art #clangen #warrior cats #coyoteclan #coyoteclan territory #the map is next on my list I promise #I am just Very Bad at maps

[thundergoodspeed]

@ofgalaxiesandstars @dilutedaspirations

Gary nervously adjusted his tie for the fortieth time in the last half hour. He still wasn’t sure about the outfit--did it look too weird? Standard tuxedos looked fine, but he’d found something with more of a tailcoat look, if a bit longer. Little Cato had said the dark purple was a good color on him, and had gone back to Ventrexia with Guavato’s squad to find more traditionally Ventrexian fancy clothes--like a gleaming belt to affix the engagement dagger to, a strange corsage-like thing made of metal etched in the shapes of alien flowers (Gary had no idea where to stick that, so he just pinned it to his lapel), and even a more traditional-looking, leather eyepatch with the Ventrexian cat head symbol studded on it. Still, he didn’t know how this would look to anyone else. He wasn’t exactly known for his fashionable taste in formal wear, or how good he looked in any of it. He wasn’t too confident about it.

“Dude, relax. You look great. Hot, even, if I do say so myself,” Daybreak said, nudging him with an elbow. He was dressed in the formal Infinity Guard dress blues, which looked less “Ventrexian wedding” and more “military school uniform”. He’d even combed his hair. Once again Gary felt a bit insecure; he hadn’t been able to tame his mane, and his anxiety hadn’t helped matters. He was already feeling facial hairs sprout along his chin. “...I said relax,” Daybreak repeated with a frown.

“Oh, yeah? You think it’s so easy to relax on a day like today? How about you go get married, see how easy it is for you to relax, then get back to me!” He blinked as Daybreak looked doubtful. “Uh. I-I mean, things are going fine with Cassi, right?”

“Y-yeah. It’s, you know, just a bit soon. I don’t wanna go and pop that question until they feel a bit more secure in the...”

“Say no more, bud.” Gary put a hand on his alternate’s shoulder. “Is Dad here yet?”

“Should be. You know how we were when we were mini-Gary’s age, he might be making it tough for Dad to leave on time. He’ll be here.”

Gary nodded. “Man...I’ve faced titans that were easier to beat than today,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. Then he took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, let’s do this.”

Daybreak chuckled. “You’re not facing a battle of blasters and murder today, yo. You don’t have to put the battle face on.”

“This isn’t the battle face, this is the Eyebrows of Everything,” Gary protested.

“Maybe it looks more battle-y with the eyepatch. C’mon, let’s go get you married.”

#ic; thunder bandit #ic; abandoned hero #ofgalaxiesandstars #dilutedaspirations #closed rp

[whataboutfractions]

so which hige stuck around when their retrieval assignment went haywire in ep 24 and stayed hidden throughout the entire three-way fight long enough to watch their former coworker/neighbor/acquaintance mentally break down in a desperate attempt at revenge for his family that ultimately ended in his brutal and unceremonious death

then went out of their way to send said coworker’s father a message informing him of his son’s death, even when he no longer held his position as a commanding officer and barely reacted to the news at that point

#bmj thunder bomber #like...the implications of this paint such a fascinating story i'm deeply invested in this unknown hige #and the experience they'd have to have gone through for this scene to happen #bmj hige hige bandits

[tightjeansjavi]

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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Hey i love your work i just keep reading and reading i was wondering if you could do a kiribaku x male reader fantasy au. Anything would be fine i just love your work and i know it would be good.

Also make sure to take care of yourself that is important.

Hey there darling!!

Kiribaku x male reader, hm? I don't normally write for my masc audience either keeping reader genderneutral or fem because its more closer to me... but I'll try it just for you<3.

Note: Written with male reader intended but is pretty gender-neutral friendly. Mentions of blood.

It isn't normal that you would see your adventurous lovers come in without warning. Nor is it normal for them to be in such bad shape.

The Storm

The deep, heavy and dark clouds had rolled in much quicker than you thought. The sound of rolling thunder and the smell of rain was in the air. Your eyebrows furrowed. It was going to be another long and possibly cold night.

You quickly made haste of putting all the wood you had cut into your cottage just outside the village. Your humble abode was close enough to the village to be considered part of it but also further enough to give you privacy.

You were a lumberjack, you cut wood. It was something you did for a living. You weren't the smartest corn in the crop, nor did you have much of a gift to become a knight for the royal family, so you were lumberjack. Your father was a lumberjack. His father before him was a lumberjack.

Call it a family trait.

Luckily when it was still winter not just two or three months ago, you had made sure that your house would block out all evidence of any snow or cold. Now you just hoped that your measures to keep away the snow would work for the rain.

You were outside now, covering the logs as best as you can. No one liked wet wood but by the looks of it, nothing would stop the rain rolling in and there was only so much space for you to put the logs in your home. You sighed as you stood back up straight with a frown on your face.

You dusted your hands and just as you were about to leave to go inside you heard a call. Well more like a whine. You paused and waited to make sure you were hearing it correctly. Once you had heard it again, you knew what it was.

Or who it was.

"Y/N..." You turned your head. Just at the edge of the clearing for your home you saw the redheaded dragon that you knew far too well. He looked much worse for where and much too weak for your liking. He released a whine as he carried an unconscious blond. He looked like he could barely stand, blood coming down his side. "H-help."

You rushed to his side, quickly catching him and holding him up barely before he could drop to the ground. "Eijiro..." You let out as you strained yourself trying to keep the redheaded dragon shifter upright. You carefully tried leading him forward as he kept his hold on Bakugou. "What happened?"

He coughed before hissing at the pain. He tried staying up on his feet as long as he could, letting you carry them forward. "Ambush at the southern mountain. Bandits. They were using dark... dark magic." He managed to tell you as you brought both men inside with you.

Kirishima handed you Bakugou before stumbling down onto his knees in exhaustion. You carried the blond over to your small bedroom. You carefully put him down on the sheets, taking off his cape. His face was scrunched up in pain even unconsciously. You frowned as you looked his body over. A nasty cut was on his side and judging by his wheezing, he also probably got hit in the chest badly. The bruises were a testament to that.

You covered him in his cape before moving back with a blanket for Kirishima. The tired dragon shifter had moved over closer to the fire that you had burning. You knew from past experience how dragon shifters needed heat. It was something they emitted themselves but they felt better when warm. He could heal much faster on his own if he was warmer.

Unfortunately you didn't have any active volcanoes near your residence so, you would have to stick with using a blanket and fire to keep him warm for now.

You bent down and threw the fur blanket over his large figure as he stayed curled up close to the fire, almost shivering despite the rain not having come yet. His internal flame being used to heal him and less to keep him warm. You got down on your knees, wrapping him in the blanket and brought some pillows around him.

He opened his eyes as he looked up at you tiredly. He gave you a weak smile. "S-sorry to barge in on you like this. W-we would h-have sent word sooner if we could."

You smiled gently down at the big red dragon shifter. You put a hand to his head, making a purr erupt from his chest as his eyes fluttered shut. He relaxed his head more at your touch. "It's okay, Eijiro. Just rest. You did a good job getting here. I'll look after Katsuki." You promised him. You placed a kiss to his head making a small smile appear to his lips.

You got up and returned back to your room. You took out your medicine box and quickly got to work. Stitching back up the barbarian and wrapping him in bandages. The peacefully sleeping blond was put in blankets as you tried to keep him warm too. He was a fireborne. A type of creature that looked like a man but had too much power to be that like a human.

Barbarian.

Firebornes had the power of the flames inside them that burned brightly inside them just like dragons but at a much smaller degree. Some were even lucky enough to materialize those flames into the world around them and use it to their advantage. Bakugou was one of those said lucky ones.

Being a fireborne, warmth would help him recover too. You would bring him closer to the fire but you wanted him to rest on the bed as much as he could before the stubborn blond would wake up and bring himself over there himself.

So as the storm rolled in, you busied yourself playing nurse and making sure that the two men you had grown fond of would be well. It was only once you had a bunch of futons and pillows on the ground near the fire, and dinner cooking, did you hear a groan from your bedroom.

You turned your head to see Bakugou clutching the doorframe with as much strength as he could manage on shaky legs. You quickly got up with a hiss. "Katsuki, you stubborn old masochistic goat." You scrutinized. You quickly got under one arm to hold him up. "You should be resting."

He looked up at you tiredly but a gentle smirk on his lips. "What? No kiss for one of your lovers?" He asked with an attempt at a grin. "Where's... where's my warm welcome Y/N?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes as you brought him to where Kirishima was, now curled up and sleeping on the futons, his wounds already having stopped bleeding and his breathing much more clear as he got warm by the fire underneath a blanket.

"Your warm welcome is me saving your ass from death." You shot at him as you carefully brought Bakugou down onto the futons.

He gritted his teeth in pain before relaxing back down near the redhead. He turned to look at Kirishima. He stretched out one hand to settle on the redhead's face. He pat Kirishima's face delicately in gratitude for his longest partners devotion, love and care towards him. He turned to look up at you.

You sighed as your shoulders lowered. You brought your own hand to Bakugou's face, brushing soft blond tufts away from his face. His eyes fluttering for a moment. "I'm... I'm just glad you're alright." You whispered.

"We were coming back, you know." Bakugou revealed to you. His crimson eyes, warm, with the flames like that near him showing in his eyes. "Eijiro thought it best we... we settle back down here... with you. And of course..." He turned his head to look over at the sleeping redheaded dragon shifter, who had moved closer to the both of you. "I couldn't say no to him."

Your shoulders relaxed in relief, hearing that they would stop putting themselves in danger and just stay near you. You smiled. "Yah well... the more times you stop trying to get yourselves killed the better." You tsked as you stood up, going back to the task of getting dinner ready.

Bakugou watched you with a smile. He turned his eyes back to the window. The dark atmosphere outside shielding any sight of anything else. The heavy sound of rain thundering outside as the rain beat against your cottage. They had made it to you before the storm had.

But even with the storm, it always felt warm and safe with you.

-Glitch1d

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