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tightjeansjavi · 1 year ago

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟠

She is so pretty, he is so fine!

♡ 𓃗 ♡

Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: This is the longest chapter of blue jeans I have written thus far and my god, I want to be in a throuple with them so bad 😭 they are so unbelievably cute and my poor little heart is just BURSTING with love 🫶🏻

~word count: 6.5k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, horny!awkward!Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, feeling flustered, sexual tension, brief horny thoughts, bantering, teasing, some very very light angst, talk of feelings, fears, implied feelings of anxiety, so much fluff, comforting themes, Joel gets a little drunk at the end and feels bad about it, lots of kissing, affection, no use of (y/n), (+18) minors dni !

blue jeans playlist:

Song used in this chapter:

“Ain’t No Man” by the Avett Brothers

Austin, Texas

“So, not only did this man, I’m sorry, your Texas tall glass of water, pick you fucking wild flowers, take you to a drive in, act like a complete gentleman the entire night, he turned down sleeping with you after the first date just because he wants to properly date you? Girl, my panties would have been on the FLOOR at that point. Does he have a brother?” Your best friend Ryder was in the round pen with Javi G (who was her favorite out of your boys but she loved them all of course) She was braiding daisies in his silky mane while you were in the main arena, riding Javi P.

The only way Javi P would even think of cooperating with you is if his brother was in close proximity. You also could only ride him bareback with an extremely soft bit. An Eggbutt snaffle bit was one of the gentler bits on the market. This specific bit had a thick mouthpiece which prevented the horse's mouth from being pinched and causing irritation. “When I tell you it was literally the best date I have ever been on, I mean it. Ryder, I was quite literally ready to risk it all for that man. Did I mention the fact that he’s a fantastic kisser?” You spoke with a light giggle as you eased Javi P into a working trot with a soft squeeze. When he responded positively, you leaned over and gave him a light pat on his neck. “He does have a brother. Guarantee he’s just as handsome as Joel. His name is Tommy. Want me to find out if he’s single for you?”

“Oh my god, yes please. Put in the good word for me if he is in fact single. Wait, I just came up with the best idea ever, babe. You should invite Joel and Tommy to the rodeo this weekend! Y’know, so then Tommy can see just how good a cowgirl can ride.” Ryder spoke suggestively as she shot a wink in your direction with a light giggle.

Javi G let out a snort. Humans, man. What fucking weirdos.

You lightly dropped the reins along Javi P’s withers so he could stretch his neck out naturally. “Oh my god, Ryder! You little nasty slut! I mean, you’re right though. Cowgirls can definitely ride. Tell ya what, I’ll let Joel know that you’re interested in his brother, and I’ll invite them to the rodeo. I bet you guys will end up hitting it off super quick babe.”

“You’re the bestest friend a girl could ever dream of having. When are you seeing him again anyway? You guys still do those cute little phone dates and shit?”

You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies bloom in your stomach as you thought about Joel, your Texas tall glass of water. “In a couple hours actually. Sarah has a lesson later this morning and then I’m working a double at the bar tonight. He said he wants to stop on by later while I’m there to see me. He calls me every morning, and every night before he goes to bed. It’s so fucking cute Ry, like he’s so sweet my teeth ache just thinking about it.” You spoke with a dreamy sigh before easing Javi P to a light walk.

“Here we thought chivalry was completely dead and then Joel fucking Miller comes in and proves us all wrong. You guys are disgustingly adorable and I am so happy for you honey, like so so happy.” Ryder was sincere with her words. Your ex nearly made you believe that good men didn’t exist and then Joel, who had only been in your life for a short while now, proved you wrong without even having to try.

“I really didn’t think I was ready to date again, y’know? Joel just makes everything seem so easy. I can’t wait for you to meet him babe, and hopefully you guys can be friends but I’m really not too worried about it.”

“He’s all green flags in my book babe so I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. I’ll be giving him the ‘you hurt her and I will kill you’ talk regardless. I’m sure he’ll be expecting it.” Ryder said with a shrug as she finished braiding the last Daisy into Javi G’s mane. “Now there’s a pretty boy if I ever saw one! Gosh darn, doesn’t he just look so stinking cute?” She talked to him in a baby voice, giving him a big kiss on his velvety nose.

“I can’t picture that man hurting a fly, seriously. Can you imagine if Javi P let me put flowers in his mane? He’d look so handsome!” You eased Javi P into a canter, letting him stretch his legs out. All it took was for you to slightly lean forward along the bareback pad for him to recognize your silent cue to gallop. With a swish of his tail Javi P broke out into a gallop. Despite his cruel treatment during his racing days, this horse loved to run.

“Yeehaw cowgirl!” Ryder enthusiastically yelled from the round pen as Javi P galloped past, kicking up sand along the round pens metal fence.

You gave Javi P all the love and kisses for being such a good boy. You were starting to make some real progress with him and it’s all you could truly hope for. After letting him cool off, Ryder helped you hose him down, give him all the treats before turning him out with Javi G for the rest of the day. It took all of 5 minutes for Javi P to eat every last daisy from his brother's mane before they were happily grazing together.

Before Sarah would arrive for her lesson, you kept yourself busy with the usual barn chores and soon enough, you were hearing Joel’s truck pulling into the parking lot. You could hear Joel and Sarah’s chatter from outside the open barn doors. Joel’s deep, warm laugh sent your heart racing. As soon as they turned the corner, Joel had his arm around Sarah, playfully pulling his kid into a headlock because she had said something jokingly about his age and him being “too” old for you.

“I ain’t too old for her, sweetpea! Did your uncle Tommy say somethin’ about that?” He chuckled as he ruffled her head of curls playfully.

“HEY! Dad, not the hair!” She giggled as she playfully pushed her dad away, giving him a warning look.

“Who’s too old for who?” You chimed in, arms crossed as you were leaning back against Frankie’s stall. A knowing smirk played across your lips.

Joel felt his cheeks immediately heat up. His whole face felt warm to the touch when he saw you casually leaning back against Frankie’s stall. “Oh, hey there darlin’! Sarah here was just messin’ around. Right kiddo?”

“Uh huh. I was just messing around! Oh, shoot! Daaad. We forgot her latte in the car! I’ll go get it!” She shot you a little wink before she slipped out of her dad’s light hold and took off back outside to the truck.

Joel wasted little to no time to make his way over to you. His palms felt a little clammy on his approach and you could tell by his body language alone, he was a little flustered. Once he was close enough, you reached out and gently grabbed his hands, pulling him in close to you. “Joel, you got me another latte?” You playfully scolded him.

“Yeah, I uh–I did. I know you said I didn’t have to but it makes me happy to get you one. It ain’t cost me much. Just a couple bucks and that pretty smile of yours.” He had a small grin tugging on the corner of his lips as he gently played with your fingers between his.

“My pretty smile huh? Why don’t you give me a quick kiss, cowboy. Before Sarah gets back.”

Joel was quick to close the small gap between your bodies, bringing your interlocked hands to rest alongside either side of your head as he slotted his lips between yours. You could feel his small grin against your lips as Frankie had stuck his head out his stall door and was playfully nibbling on Joel’s flannel.

The kiss was short, but sweet and had your toes curling inside the confines of your riding boots. By the time Sarah returned with your latte, you and Joel had already parted from the kiss.

“Were you guys just?—I don’t wanna know!” Sarah said with a light giggle as she handed you the latte.

Joel’s face was the dead giveaway that you were in fact kissing like lovestruck teenagers just a few seconds ago.

“Are you ready to do some more groundwork with Frankie today kiddo? I’ve got a feeling that you’re gonna be able to successfully join up with him today!” You did your best to change the conversation so that Joel’s face wasn’t a consistent shade of beet red.

“Wait, seriously? Yes! I am so ready to do more groundwork with him today!” Sarah spoke with pure excitement as she walked up to Frankie’s stall and gave his velvety nose a nice soft pat.

“Why don’t you get his halter on kiddo and bring him in the round pen, okay?” You took a sip of the latte then, shooting Joel a little wink over the rim of the cup.

Sarah wasted no time to grab Frankie’s halter and leadrope before she was slowly opening up his stall door, wishing him a good morning as she slipped his halter over his head and ears. Frankie already loved this kid so much that he nuzzled his face into her shoulder affectionately. Joel’s heart just about melted when he heard the softest giggle slip past his baby girl's lips and you swore you saw your Texas tall glass of water tear up just the slightest.

He really loved his daughter that much.

Fuck, there goes your heart. Melting in a puddle of sticky sweet molasses and Joel fucking Miller.

Once Sarah had led Frankie into the round pen, you gave her a chance to show you, and Joel, everything that you taught her thus far. You were close by, sitting on top of a mounting block in the far corner of the round pen. Joel was on the outside of the fence, standing close to where you were sitting.

Sarah had no trouble getting Frankie to listen to her when she eased him onto the rail. She remembered the body posture you told her and to only use the long whip as a gentle guide. Frankie of course was the best boy ever. All she had to do was click her tongue a couple times and he broke out into a working trot. The excitement was written across your face when you saw Frankie turning his inside ear towards Sarah, showing her that he was listening to her completely.

After having Frankie trot a few times in one direction, she turned her shoulder inwards, switching the whip to the other hand. This signaled Frankie to change directions which he did flawlessly.

Once he was adequately warmed up, she asked him to canter. It took just a little bit of effort on her part for Frankie to listen to her cue, but she held her ground beautifully. After working him for a little longer, it was time for the join up. Sarah slowly dropped the whip to the ground, taking a deep breath as her shoulders relaxed. She exhaled, turning her shoulder inwards with her back facing Frankie. Her posture was relaxed and she held her hand out to her side.

Frankie had slowed down to a light walk and when he saw his favorite tiny human giving him the okay to relax, he turned his head towards her and slowly walked forward. His ears were facing forward, showing he was focused and listening. His velvet soft nose lightly nudged against her hand, signaling his submission to her. You could see Sarah’s face light up when Frankie had nuzzled her hand and she slowly turned around and gave him a well deserved pat, and kiss on his nose. The join up was completed successfully and as Sarah started to walk towards you and Joel, Frankie was following right behind her.

“Did you guys see that? I did it! He was such a good boy too!” Frankie was lightly nudging her back with his nose. He playfully nibbled on the end of her shirt affectionately.

“You did a great job kiddo! See, wasn’t that so cool? I think we can officially get you in the saddle for your next lesson. How does that sound to you?” You had an equally as big smile as Joel did. He could genuinely tell that you were excited and proud of Sarah and the progress she already had made.

“Wait, really? Can I ride Frankie then? I really like him a lot.” Sarah said with a big smile, giving Frankie a hug with her arms gently wrapping around his furry neck.

“Of course you can! I think you guys are the perfect match for each other. Frankie really likes you too, Sarah. I think you guys are gonna make a great team.” You reached into your pocket, pulled out a carrot and snapped it in half, giving Frankie the first half and handed the other to Sarah so that she could reward him as well.

To Joel, this whole scene playing out in front of him was truly a sight for sore eyes. He was so happy that he had met you, and that you were in his, and Sarah’s life. He hoped that you would be in their lives indefinitely.

After letting Frankie cool down, Sarah gave him a well deserved brush down before she turned him out into the pasture. She was happily sitting alongside the fence as she watched him, Javi G and Javi P, grazing together under the shade of a tree.

You were watching Sarah fondly when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. The slight stubble on Joel’s face tickled your ear as he kissed your cheek. He gently pulled you against his chest, smiling against your soft skin when he felt you relax in his warm embrace. “You really make my daughter happy. This whole experience has my kid feelin’ over the fuckin’ moon. Thank you. I’m so happy that I stumbled upon your website darlin.’” He whispered softly to you.

Your heart was melting all over again into a pile of gooey mush on the floor. This felt like an absolute fairytale. Something that you would see in the movies, or a cheesy T.V show. “I’m really happy that you stumbled upon my website as well, Joel.”

“Lookin’ forward t’seein’ ya later tonight babe. You mind if my brother Tommy accompanies me?”

“Oh, actually that would be perfect! My friend Ryder was actually asking me earlier if your brother was single. She wanted me to put in the good word for her. Y’know, play the wingwoman role and everything.”

“Oh? Well, lucky for your friend, my brother is absolutely on the market. I’ll let him know when I see him later and then you can give him all the details?” Joel gave your waist a light squeeze. He really enjoyed the way you melted into his arms.

“This is the best news I could possibly give her. I will absolutely give Tommy all the details on her. She’s a real catch.”

“Are we about to become matchmakers now darlin’?”

“I think so, cowboy.” you responded with a small grin on your face.

By 8pm the bar was absolutely slammed with locals and a large group of rowdy college students that were home for the summer. You and the other bartenders were barely given a chance to breathe, and by your 100th tequila shot that you poured, you were getting a little tired.

That was until you saw your Texas tall glass of water stride in the bar with his equally as attractive brother. You saw the similarities in Joel and Tommy Miller’s looks, and right away you knew that Ryder was going to be absolutely on the floor.

You watched the way that Joel effortlessly rolled up the sleeves on his flannel, revealing his tan forearms to you. You watched the way that he caught the eyes of multiple women in the bar and the way they looked him up and down, unashamedly. You couldn’t really blame them though. Your Texas tall glass of water was fucking gorgeous, and all yours.

Joel was paying no mind to the eyes wandering over him and he was solely focused on making it to the bartop. He spotted you immediately and Tommy couldn’t help but watch the way his older brother’s eyes light up when he saw you.

It took a bit of light pushing, and ‘excuse me’s’ for the two brothers to make it to the bartop and claim a seat on two empty stools.

“Hello boys. What can I get for ya?” You said with a small grin. You let your gaze fall on Joel as you gave him a little once over just to watch the way his cheeks immediately heated up.

Tommy let out a low wolf whistle as he wrapped his arm around Joel’s shoulder. “Woo Doggy! I’d love to have a tall glass of you sweetheart!” He said with a light chuckle. “Or your friend, if she’s around? Heard she’s got the hots for me!” He winked.

Joel let out a low grumble as he playfully shoved his brother’s arm off of his shoulder. “Please excuse my brother, darlin’. Ma dropped him on his head when he was a baby and he’s turned into a complete fuckin’ imbecile cus’ of it.”

“You gotta stop tellin’ people that Joel! They’re gonna start thinkin’ ma did it on purpose!” Tommy bickered back.

You brought your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles as you watched the two Miller boys bicker. “Oh, my friend is absolutely going to love you Tommy. You guys are gonna get along just fine. Maybe even a little too well. I think you are actually the male version of her.”

“Well, sweet cheeks, if your friend is anythin’ like me, I definitely might fall in love jus’a little. Now, before my brother here rings me up for havin’ no manners, it’s so wonderful to finally meet the pretty bird that has gone and stolen my brother’s heart. It’s a bout’ damn time too!” Tommy reached his hand out over the bartop for you to shake.

“It’s hard not to fall in love with Ryder. She’s a total catch. Gotta say, I knew you were gonna be easy on the eyes, but maybe I picked the wrong Miller brother?” You teased before grabbing his hand and giving it a firm shake.

The tips of Joel’s ears had turned red as he glowered at his brother. He might have been just a tad jealous. He knew his brother was a natural flirt, but you were his girl. Joel’s girl. It slipped off his tongue smoothly. His girl.

“Ooooh boy. Don’t go and sayin’ that in front of my brother sweetheart. He gets a lil’ jealous. I’m flattered though. You’re a real peach!” He lightly poked his brother’s cheek with his finger. “Aw, big brother! Don’t go gettin’ all pouty! I know she’s your girl. You ain’t gotta worry bout’ me stealin’ her.”

Joel’s girl.

You were his girl.

Now you were the one feeling slightly flustered when Tommy said that you were Joel’s girl. “Hey, grumpy? I can’t kiss that pout away when I'm on the clock, cowboy. Don’t worry. I know I picked the right Miller brother.”

“You tellin’ me that you can kiss it away when you’re off the clock?” Joel asked with a small grin playing on his lips.

“You bet your ass I can.” You grinned back.

“Alright, if you guys are gonna be gross n’stuff, I need a glass of whiskey stat.” Tommy said teasingly as he lighty pinched his brother’s cheek.

“Two Whiskeys on the rocks?”

“Make mine neat darlin.’” Joel requested.

You poured the Miller brother’s their drinks before you and Tommy engaged in a bit of chatter. You told him about the horses and how well Sarah was doing and he told you about Joel, of course. Tommy was incredibly easy to get along with and your eyes would glance in Joel’s direction every so often to see how he was doing.

Little did you know, Joel appreciated the small gesture more than you even knew.

“So your friend Ryder is a fuckin’ barrel racer? Jesus Christ. I think I just died a lil’ and went to heaven! Hey, big brother? You down to go to a rodeo next weekend?” Tommy glanced at his brother over the rim of his glass.

“A rodeo? Yeah. Sounds like a good time.” Joel responded as he took a large sip of his whiskey.

You found out very quickly that the Miller boys could hold their liquor incredibly well and you were happy to see Joel loosen up a bit and engage in the conversation more. When a new rush of people came in, you left the brothers to their own devices for a period of time.

Tommy dragged his brother over to the pool table, setting it up in no time. “I like her, Joel. She seems like a good one. Better than the rest of em.’ I ain’t just sayin’ this to say it either. You both clearly really like each other. I’m happy to see you happy.”

Joel was lining up for his first shot to break up the formation with the cue ball. “Yeah, she’s..amazin’ i’m afraid i’m gonna screw the whole thing up though Tommy. Like i’ll say the wrong thing or fuck, i’ll just get too in my head and end up pushin’ her away or somethin.’” He took the shot, watching as the balls broke apart on the pool table.

“Joel, you can’t be thinkin’ about that shit, okay? I don’t think she’s gonna judge you for your past. Why would she? She’s not like the other girls you’ve been with, man. She seems like a ball of sunshine compared to the rest of ‘em. If it’s botherin’ you this much, just be honest and tell her. She can’t fault you for bein’ honest.”

Joel let out a deep sigh before he finished off his glass of whiskey. He was definitely starting to feel a buzz creeping on now. “I don’t think she wants to hear my sob story about how Sarah’s mom left us when she was just a fuckin’ toddler, and I definitely don’t think she wants to hear about how sad my dating life has been because of it.”

“If you’re not ready to tell her about Sarah’s mom, you don’t have to jump right into that necessarily. Just be open about your feelings Joel. You told me she hasn’t had the best luck with dating either. This could be a conversation that you both are able to relate to.”

“So you don’t think its goin’ to turn her off if I tell her i’m still in like this..adjustment period?” He looked across the pool table at his brother.

“No. I literally don’t think you could possibly turn that girl off Joel. She’s got the hots for you, and only you. Just don’t try and force the convo, okay? Let it happen naturally.”

“I won’t force the topic on her. I promise.” Joel nodded.

“There’s my soft teddy bear big brother!”

“I fuckin’ hate you.” Joel said with a deep chuckle.

“Shuddp. You love me!”

Once most of the college kids had cleared out, and the bar was less packed, Joel and Tommy were able to rejoin you at the bar top. You had heard this specific song playing through the bar speakers about a 100+ times. It was a song that could get any crowd going. With that smooth country rhythm and head bopping beat. ‘There Ain’t No Man’ by The Avett Brothers.

Your head was already bopping to the beat as you hummed the lyrics under your breath, swaying your hips a little as you finished making another Cowboy Margarita, a new menu item. Joel was watching the way the music enveloped you and he couldn’t help but get drawn into it as well as he bobbed his head, and tapped his boot on the floor below him.

“I'm gonna fall hard, yeah, I know I am when the crowds crack up, I laugh with them.”

Joel, Tommy, and the rest of the bar crowd had sung along.

“There ain't no man can save me.

There ain't no man can enslave me.

Ain't no man, a man that can change the shape my soul is in.

There ain't nobody here.

Who can cause me pain or raise my fear.

'Cause I got only love to share.

If you're looking for a truth, I'm proof you'll find it there.”

“You say you look funny, I say you're a star.

I say you're whatever you think you are.

Watch the naysayers fall right in line.

If we believe it they'll say,”

"She is so pretty, he is so fine!" You and Joel had leaned in close together, singing the lyrics together. You were close enough that your noses were nearly touching.

“Oh just fuckin’ kiss her!” One of your local townies yelled from the end of the bar top.

Before Joel could even utter a response back, you were gently grabbing his jaw between your fingers and kissing him sweetly.

Every single person in the bar had let out a loud cheer when you and Joel had kissed, and you both were laughing in the kiss, noses bumping lightly as your fingers gently brushed against the stubble along his jaw.

“Guess you kissed my pout away on the clock after all darlin.” Joel chuckled warmly against your lips. You could taste the whiskey on his tongue.

“Keep kissing me cowboy.” you mumbled against his lips, pulling him in closer.

It was 1a.m by the time that the bar was beginning to close down for the night. Whatever stragglers were left were gonna have to get the hell out soon because you were ready to head home and knock the fuck out. “HEY! LISTEN UP! If you don’t work here, sleep here, fuck somebody that works here, finish your drinks, close your tab out, tip 20% and go the fuck home!”

Joel and Tommy were already getting ready to close their tabs out when you had stopped them. “You guys don’t have to leave. I just have to say that every closing shift. It’s become a tradition around here.” You noticed the way Joel’s cheeks heated up as soon as you said “fuck somebody that works here.”

“Man, I knew you were one rad chick!” Tommy laughed and gave his brother a little squeeze. “You got my brother out here feelin’ speechless darlin!’”

“You say that every closin’ shift?” Joel asked curiously as he playfully swatted at his brother.

“Mhm. You’re in luck, cowboy. You fall into one of those categories.”

“But we–” Joel was cut off by his brother, shushing him with a finger over his lips.

“Alright, kids. Imma head home! This has been such a fun time, and i’m really lookin’ forward to seein’ more of ya sweet cheeks! You tell that friend of yours that I'm lookin’ forward to meetin’ her next weekend. Can you make sure my brother gets home safely? I know he’s gonna wanna spend some extra time with his girl.” He shot you a wink before paying out the tab, leaving you a fat tip before slipping off the leather stool.

You waved goodbye to Tommy as he left the bar and you quickly started to wipe down the counter and place the various bottles back on the shelves. Joel had waited till it was just the two of you left in the bar before he slipped off his own stool. His head was slightly spinning and it was a good thing that he didn’t drive. “Can I uh–help ya with anythin’ darlin?’”

You looked over at your Texas tall glass of water with a small grin on your lips as you finished wiping down the bartop. “Nah. I’m just about finished up here and then I can drive you home.”

Joel had slipped around the bartop as he approached you. As soon as you were within his reach, he snaked his arms around your waist, slowly backing you up into the counter with ease. “Well, in that case..” he whispered as you brought your arms up around his neck, playing with the soft curls on the nape of his neck.

“Did you have a good time tonight Joel? I’m really happy that you came out to see me. Made my shift a hell of a lot more fun.”

Joel tightened his grip around your waist as he let his thumbs dip into the waistband of your shorts, pulling you in closer to him. His nose was lightly brushing against yours as he dipped his head down. “I had a wonderful time with you tonight, baby. I hope my brother wasn’t too much of a nuisance.”

Your breath had slightly hitched in your throat when Joel had yanked you in closer by the belt loops of your shorts and your lips brushed against his lightly. “Less talking, more kissing please.” You whispered against his lips.

“Someone is awfully eager.” Joel chuckled lightly as he properly kissed you. It wasn’t long before he was gently grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up onto the cool countertop. He drank in the soft gasp that slipped past your lips as he kissed you deeper, licking your bottom lip lightly before your lips parted for him and he explored your mouth expertly with his tongue.

Time seemed to completely stop from the way Joel was kissing you. You could tell that with each swipe of his tongue, he was gaining more confidence. Your senses were completely overtaken by him. His cologne, the whiskey lingering on his tongue. The way his fingers were tightly gripping your hips.

A light moan had slipped its way past your lips and the sound seemed to urge Joel to continue, and possibly throw all rational thoughts out the fucking window. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful and these shorts your wearin’ are drivin’ me up a fuckin’ wall.” He rasped, giving your hips a firm squeeze.

“Why don’t you take them off, cowboy.” You whispered, kissing him deeper as you lightly tugged on the roots of his hair.

Joel let out a low groan as he felt his own head begin to spin. “Darlin’ you can’t be sayin’ stuff to me like that. You can’t be doin’ that. I’m about ready to rip these off ya, but I'm a little drunk. I don’t wanna do anythin’ when i’m under the influence. That ain’t right to you.” He whispered.

“I hope I can meet your mom one of these days just so I can tell her thank you for raising such a fucking wonderful gentleman.” You broke the kiss momentarily for a breath of air.

“I think we can arrange that baby.” Joel lightly rested his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering open as he looked down into yours.

You gently cupped his jaw in your hands, kissing him a few more times as you nuzzled your nose against his. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yeah, take me home baby.” He chuckled and gave you one more deep kiss before he was gently helping you off the counter. He even fixed your shorts for you a bit as they had hiked up your thighs.

“C’mon lover boy, let's get you home safe.” You grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers together before you finished locking up the bar and brought him out to your car.

Joel was sober enough to give you the directions to his home, but you could tell by his position in the passenger seat that he was definitely a little drunk. You rolled his window down a little so he could get some fresh air. You had to gently shake him awake when you pulled into his driveway. “Joel, honey? Hey, we’re home.”

Joel slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times before he sat up. “Shit. M’sorry darlin’ I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He mumbled.

“It’s alright, Joel. Let's get you inside okay? C’mon cowboy.” You spoke softly to him as you got out of the driver’s seat and walked around to the passenger seat and helped him out of the car.

“Shouldn’t I be the one walkin’ ya to your door?” He mumbled into your shoulder, draping his arm around your waist for support.

“Baby, you’re drunk. It’s okay. I’m gonna make sure that you get into bed safely. Now, where are your keys?” You had gotten him to the front door at this point.

“Back pocket. I’ll get 'em for ya.” He reached into his back pocket with his free hand and pulled out his keys and dropped them into your hand.

Once you had the door open, you helped Joel inside before gently closing the door behind you. Getting Joel up the stairs was a bit of a challenge but he wasn’t complete dead weight. He mumbled into your hair about his bedroom being the first door on the left. Once you had him inside his room, you slowly set him down on the edge of his bed and helped him take his boots off and set them aside.

Joel was watching you with droopy eyes as you unlaced his boots. His body was swaying slightly as his forearms rested along his made up comforter. “M’sorry that you’re havin’ to take care of me like this when you probably just wanna go home and sleep.” He mumbled.

“Joel. It’s okay. I promised Tommy I'd get you home safe. You’re fine, okay?” You looked up at him with a soft expression on your face.

“You’re too good for me darlin’. I don’t deserve you.”

“Joel..What are you talking about? Where is this all coming from?” You rose from your knees, taking a seat next to him on the comforter.

“They all leave me anyway. I never–I can never hold someone down.” He whispered as he looked down at his lap.

“Joel. Hey, I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. Okay? I’m not going anywhere.” You reached for his hand, gently interlocking your fingers together and held his hand in his lap. “Listen, I know that you have been out of the dating world for a while, I know you’re adjusting to all of this. I understand where you’re coming from, and I'm here for you.”

Tommy was right. Joel had nothing to worry about, nothing to fear when it came to you. You truly were a ball of wonderful sunshine.

“Thank you for understandin’ where i’m comin’ from. I appreciate it more than you know. I didn’t mean to get in my head like that. I just..I don’t wanna fuck things up.” He admitted quietly.

“Joel, it's okay. We all get in our head over these things sometimes. It happens more than you think. It’s what makes us human, right? Having these feelings and being able to express them in a safe space? You’re a wonderful person, Joel. I can’t imagine you fucking something like this up. I just want you to know that anytime you wanna talk about these things, I will always be here to listen and be there for you.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, stroking your thumb across the back of his hand.

“You’re so incredible, you know that? Thank you for just..validating my feelings. Sometimes that’s all a person needs to hear, y’know? Thank you sweetheart.” He turned his head slightly so he could rest his chin along your shoulder.

“Hey, don’t you go and make me cry right now cowboy. I completely understand though. Your feelings are valid. Now, let's get some water in your system and then get you to bed.” You gently squeezed his hand once more as you were standing up from the comforter.

“Stay.” He whispered.

“What?..”

“Please stay the night.” He was already reaching for your hand again.

“Joel..we said we wanted to take things slow. Remember?”

“I just wanna hold ya. I don’t want you drivin’ home alone this late either. I understand if you don’t want to, and I won’t pressure you.”

“Okay. I’ll spend the night.” You whispered.

“I’ll get you somethin’ to sleep in.” He was slowly rising from the comforter to grab you a tshirt and boxers to sleep in. “bathroom is just down the hall. I think we got extra toothbrushes in the cabinet. There’s face wash and stuff too.” He grabbed you a fresh shirt and boxers from his dresser and handed them to you.

“Thank you. I’m going to get us some water as well and then i’ll come to bed, Okay?”

Joel nodded before his arms were wrapping around you and giving you a warm hug. He kissed the side of your head before he slowly pulled away.

You left his bedroom quietly so he could have some privacy to change as you quietly padded down the hall to the bathroom. You changed out of your work clothes and into the T-shirt and boxers Joel gave you. They smelled like him, and lavender vanilla laundry detergent. You found a spare unopened toothbrush and quietly brushed your teeth and washed your face. You found your way down to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water.

Joel was changed and under the covers by this time. He texted Tommy that he was home safe and that he was right about you. He left out the part that you were spending the night, because he knew that he’d never hear the end of it.

You quietly slipped past his bedroom door, handing him the bottle of water before you set your clothes, and purse down on the nightstand and slowly climbed under the covers. Joel had chugged nearly half the bottle of water before he rolled over onto his side to face you. He had mumbled something incoherent as he reached his arms out and slowly wrapped them around your waist and pulled you in close. His chest was bare, and warm against your cheek, and you could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat as your legs gently entangled together.

“G’night, darlin.’” Joel whispered softly into your hair as his eyes closed.

“Goodnight, cowboy.” You whispered back as you let your body relax in his grasp. Soon, you were drifting off into the peaceful dream realm.

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asteria-argo · 10 months ago

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For To All The Better Places

(I’m not sure you specified how many actual kids are in Jamie’s class. I know “twenty some” for sure.)

You responded to one of my chapter comments (about how much I adore the students) by saying you have pages and pages of notes on the kids. And are sure most of it won’t ever make it into the fic.

Please feel free to brag or lament or gush over any and all of the kids to your hearts content here! Doesn’t have to be something that will ever make it into the story. Perhaps especially if it isn’t gonna be in the story.

Jamie has 24 kids in his class and I am very happy to say that every single one of them have names and basic descriptions! Most of them aren't very in depth but they've all got a basic blurb that has a couple of their likes and dislikes, a couple key personality traits, and notes on their home life if it's relevant.

A lot of them are just filler characters who don't serve a lot of purpose except to fill the room, but in Act II of To All The Better Places I have an entire subplot planned for these kids, I've mapped out their interpersonal drama, I have diagrams, it's a whole thing. Particularly Shiloh, who a couple people have already guessed will be important. I have three pages of backstory on her alone.

The thing about Shiloh is that she is in essence, Jamie before the fork in the road between kindness and cruelty. She is quite literally Jamie's mini-me, she acts exactly like him. She's overly confident and rude and doesn't have a ton of respect for the authority, which does include Jamie a lot of the time despite the fact we mostly see them getting along, but is also smart and kind and compassionate, absolutely filled to the brim with ambition and talent. She picks fights on the playground and disrupts lessons a lot and has an ongoing feud with several different teachers and students that usually ends up being Jamie's problem; She is also fiercely protective of her friends, she taught herself BSL so that she could speak to Toby when he doesn't have his hearing aids in, she helps Jamie set up for class every single morning, Kareem had to cap how many library books she was allowed to check out at once because she tried to borrow 18 at once and spent her entire recess arguing with him about it because she was absolutely positive she'd be able to get through all of them in two weeks.

She exists to parallel Jamie, she's a bratty but talented problem child who has a rough home life and is acting out because of it. Particularly, she exists to show Ted who has whatever the opposite of rose tinted glasses are on about Jamie, that things could have been different. She exists as physical proof that someone like Jamie could have been reasoned with and handled with kindness, if he'd only actually approached Jamie with curiosity instead of judgement, because for as much as Ted can believe that Jamie's behaviour was insular and judge him for it, it is near impossible for him to do the same thing to a nine year old girl that is clearly going through something. Especially because Jamie? He isn't going to let Ted judge Shiloh the same way he judged him.

Shiloh, Ted learns, is Jamie Tartt in miniature. Right down to the position she plays. “I’ll be striker,” she tells her half of the team. She’s not the captain, that honour going to Miss Imara, but she commandeers everyone's attention uncaring of that little fact, her hair pulled out of her face by two neat braids with red and blue ribbons braided through “ ‘cause I’m the best at that.” “I wanted to be striker,” Jonah says, looking a little hurt. Shiloh rolls her eyes at him, patting him on the shoulder consolingly. Ted’s not sure how a nine year old girl manages to come across as condescending, but she certainly finds a way. “You can still get goals even if you aren’t a striker” she says “you’re really fast, so you’d be a better winger like when we play at the park, so if we wanna win we gotta think about that.” “Isn’t this supposed to be just for fun?” Toby asks, head tilted to the side curiously. “winning is fun.” Shiloh says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I have a scene, like the one above but hopefully a little more fleshed out, planned for later on in the story to really make Ted think about the parallels between Shiloh and Jamie. He already thinks they act very similar, but it's the final nail in the coffin seeing her play and seeing nothing but Jamie. Which, since you've been reading the story and already know, Ted has a bit of a problem with confirmation bias in this fic.

This answer kind of turned into the Shiloh show but what can I say I love her, she's a very pivotal character in this fic. I have more to say about the other kids but this has already gotten quite long so I will be leaving it here with this picture of my actual physical notes that I have pinned above my desk for quick reference when I'm writing!

yes, I did alphabetize the roll call, and also yes, I did create a physical diagram of who is friends with who, and also also yes, I have all of their table groups written out in accordance to that diagram so there are no mortal enemies or best friends on the same table to cause problems. I'm thorough.

#I swear there's a snippet in here I just got carried away talking #wip stuff #asteria answers asks #jamie tartt #ted lasso #to all the better places #teacher jamie au #shiloh marsh #fanficfanattic #long post #sorry

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sirkul · 3 months ago

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The story I've been working on

Rotten until you’re ripe

When you wake up, you stay in bed. When you brush your teeth, you stay in the bathroom extra-long to be alone. At meals, you examine your food and then eat it so everyone thinks you’re busy. That’s how it works at Vivian Freener foster home. Where dreams go to die, and the sky is never blue, and everyone loses hope. Especially when you’re twelve, like me. And the other kids just can’t seem to figure out that all hope is lost when you’re twelve. No boy, girl, foster parent, real parent, or even the Greek gods will understand why Maggie Baxter (me) hates every birthday she’s ever had. Because no one wants to adopt (adopt, not foster) a kid who is going to be a teen. A moody, conceited, grown-uppity teen. They all want people under eight, a kid or two who is still learning, and a kid that’ll last longer. And, while I was lucky enough to be fostered more than once by a certain family, they stopped after I turned ten. So ten was the limit. And I was way over it.

And so, this early Sunday morning, I stayed in bed extra-extra-extra long with my head buried under the sheets of my worn out covers and I tried to listen to the springs in the mattress, which is older than me, pop, creak, and groan. I listen as the nuns walk past the big room I’m in, that I share with thirteen other girls, and across the hall, fifteen more, connected only by an ugly floor carpet. I hope they’ll slip by, but they notice my arm move to cover my face with the blankets and sheets. If the dean happens to be near while you are still in bed late, she tugs on your hair by the ends, where it hurts the most. And if you still keep up your hoax of sleeping, she’ll turn your lamp on and then put tape on your fingers in intricate folds and shake you pretend-awake. When you go to rub your eyes, you can’t, and when you go to eat, all the girls around the long-tables laugh at you, and she only takes them off of you when it’s midnight. When she does though, she has to use a safety-pin, and if you get stabbed and flinch, she’ll tell you it’s your own fault. Mrs. Freener (The now-owner of Vivian Freener Foster Home For Young Children) used to be the dean. When I was five, the new dean, Paula Thurn, took over. We all just got used to calling her Dean, though. The nuns, in their mysterious cloaks and cross necklaces, instead patted my shoulder and gently shook me until I forced a yawn and said, “Breakfast already?”

I brushed my short brown bob of hair, and, unlike the other girls, didn’t twist it into a bun, and I didn’t tighten it into pigtails, and I didn’t really have enough hair to braid right now. Maybe I never would. I went to the mess hall, down the spiral steps. I was actually a little early, so I set the table with the maids and cooks (another reason I hated being early, because Dean always criticized what went where and how it went there). When I was done with that, I watched out the window until I heard the last girl clomp down the stairs so we could pray, then eat. If you looked hard enough, you could see the 7:00 ferry pull out of the port. My favorite ship was the red, gray, and blue one; whereas the others were usually green and yellow, so of course my favorite had to be the different one.

Though VFFH (Vivian Freener Foster Home) Was a Christian facility, they accepted children from all religions as long as they were converted to Christianity. I remember a girl who was about seven whenever I was ten, telling me that her real parents were actually Muslim and that she was also supposed to be Muslim, but now she was Christian and didn't know how to feel about it. I told her that Muslims and Christians both believe in God but Muslims call him Alan (ah-lawn), and they pray in a tent, or at least that's what one of my friends told me, who was also Muslim. She could have been lying to me but I didn't know and I still wouldn't have known because she got adopted and I didn't. The family she got adopted by I always wore hats and suspenders, and the women and girls had cloth discs made of lace in the back of their hair, and wore dresses made of denim and other cloths. They rode in a horse and buggy with her to her new home. That was a year ago. I don't even remember her name. It was so long ago, and it was so sad to see her leave in that Carriage drawn by horses with the hat boys and the disk girls, with their dresses and suspenders flowing behind them. I'm guessing that she was happy now that she could probably live with a lace disc in her hair, helping cook and clean and the hat boys as her brothers, a hat man as her father. The day she left I asked one of the nuns why they wore hats and suspenders and discs and dresses of denim and cloth and she told me that they were Amish and that's just what they wore. I think that day may have been the saddest day of my life. I was so sad that I didn't even watch the ferry leave the port. I was devastated to watch her go even if she was a year older than me. She's a teenager now and I can't say that I'm not jealous of her because I most definitely am. I hope she thinks about me, because if she doesn't I think I would be incredibly sad.

It was Maya. Her name was Maya. I remember it now. And even though I was sad to see her go I remember being mad at her the day she left. Because I remember we had a big fight about her leaving. We promised each other a year before, that if one of us got adopted then she had to take the other with her. She also told me that if we got adopted together we would share a room and do everything together. We would pool our money one day and pay for college, and we would go there together. We told ourselves that the world was our oyster and that no one, even whoever we got adopted by, could tell us that we weren't going to school, because we wanted to be teachers. We promised each other that if the family refused to adopt both of us then we would refuse to go with them. We shook hands on it, and just to steal the deal, she slept in my room that night so we could experiment how it would feel if we actually did have to keep our promise the day one of us got adopted. I always knew somehow that she would be the first to get adopted, though, because she had little ringlet curls that wrapped around her ears and never got frizzy and they were black as night. She had olive skin and piercing green eyes. She always spoke the truth and, unlike me, had never gotten in trouble with the Dean, not even once. It was scary just how good she was. actually, she would do jobs for the Dean, running down to the supermarket to buy flour for the cooks. She would always help all the other kids to keep out of trouble too, reminding them to wash their faces, or telling them to brush the back of their hair before they braided it, and other things of the sort. but then somebody else discovered her and her magical features, and her beautiful kindness. They fostered her for a little while, so she was gone for about a month. During that month I had no choice but to wait and anticipate her return like a puppy. and I hate to feel like I hated her, because she was probably the only friend that I had. In fact, she was the only friend that I had, and I couldn't bear to lose her, until she hurt me badly. One day she told me that she was getting adopted. It was a week after she returned from her foster parents. I thought she meant that we were the ones getting adopted, together, like she had promised me. When I told her this, she said that she was the one getting adopted. She started saying that it was awful selfish of me, saying that I was going with her just because I wanted to get adopted, but when I reminded her of the promise, she got angry. she was starting to scare me, she got so angry, and when I continued on about everything we said and even how she slept in the same bed as me that night, she smacked me across the face. I refused to see her after that, and my heart was rancid and in pain for nights. she smacked me so hard that my whole mouth was coated in blood from where I bit my tongue, and I had a bruise the shape of her index finger for a week. Also, she hit me on the left side of my face, and so it hurt to close my left eye for more than blinking time, which made sleeping kind of hard. She got a very harsh punishment from the Dean which was that she had to have her hands encased in socks for a week until her new parents arrived. From then on I cried every time I thought about her. I remembered the toy that she got me for Christmas, which was a cloth doll, so the day after she slapped me I ripped it up and drew on its face with a marker. I put it in a bag the day she left, and wrapped it and I sent it away with her to her new family. I made sure that I wrote a note that she had to give her to her new parents first before she opened it. I was overjoyed when I gave it to her, but she didn't apologize, and she in fact started being rude. I think that that was the best, worst day of my life.

Chapter two

I Thought I Was Alone

One bright morning after breakfast, I was stuck with the task of sweeping the entryway porch, and beating out the welcome mat to get rid of dust. I decided to sweep the porch first and then take the mat out to the clothesline and use the broom to beat the dust out of it. I swept until I couldn't see any more dirt fly off the edge of the small porch. Then I picked up the mat and walked it to the backyard. I took the broom and beat the mat until I was sweaty. The dust from the mat flew with the wind, squeezing through and going around pretty much anything that happened to cross its path. I watched the dust fly until I heard a small sound coming from under a corrugated metal plane that was left over from construction that we had on the roof from a storm. The noise repeated itself once.

“W-w-who’s there?” I ask, cowering. I drop the broom, which startles the Thing. Then the Thing startles me, then I stare at the Thing, and the Thing stares at me, and at the same time, we drop our heads to opposite sides in the ultiment confusion. The Thing was a pointy-eared cat. It wasn’t scared though. More like curious. I wanted him. I reached out my hand and tried to grasp him by the collar, because that’s how you do it with dogs, but he made a sound that sounded feral. It went like this: “HHHTTCCH!!!” So, like a rabbit (those pretty little animals that Dean refused to let us girls touch), I hopped away.

“No,” I say, “ Hcccchh” to YOU!” And I turn around with a petty little “hmph!” with my nose in the air, like the Dean said to do when the little kids were very rude. But the cat-oh, this little hag- didn’t care!

#story #cats #classic books

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tahdashi · 3 years ago

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HOW HE COMFORTS HIS DAUGHTER. . .

✫ ft. dad! oikawa, atsumu, sakusa, akaashi, iwaizumi

✫ warnings: a lil angst but v fluffy at the end!!

✫ a/n: i have a soft spot for the boys w little girls :( this is also dedicated to @atsumiye for obvious reasons.

✫ OIKAWA comes home to his daughter in tears. through her sniffles, he learns that boys at school were mocking her because they found out that she had a crush on someone in her class. and as she tucked her entire body under her favorite lavender blankets, sobs shook through her body. tooru's heart shattered. there was nothing worse than hearing the sound of her crying. even when she was younger, just an infant, her tears pained him and made him feel helpless. "boys suck, you know?" he starts. he doesn't know if now's the time to joke around, but he hears a small puff leave her mouth. "princess?" he asks again. his hand reaches for her shaking body, hoping to provide some comfort, but her little voice stops him. "you don't suck. just them. they're mean." and with a soft smile, he nods his head. he stays with her, kissing her head atop the blanket until she's ready to come out. and when she does, he pulls her into a hug. if he knows anything about parenting, it's how to make his precious girl feel utterly safe and loved.

✫ ATSUMU feels his heart drop as his daughter tells him that she felt lonely at school today, that no one wanted to play with her during recess. he knows that feeling all too well. he picks her up, tossing her into the air as little giggles leave her mouth. he knows that she tries so hard to put on a tough face even when she's upset, but he sees the sadness in her eyes. "how about we go to uncle samu's so you can play with your cousins? they always wanna play with you, don't they, angel?" to this, she nods excitedly. her cousins are younger than her and always follow her around, making her feel important and loved. atsumu knows that he'd do anything to put a smile on her face, even if it means going to samu's and hearing him yap about how his twins are already drawn to volleyball at such a young age. and even though his daughter isn't into his favorite things, atsumu is positive that his girl will grow up to be the most passionate and caring person out there — she's just like her dad.

✫ SAKUSA can't believe what he's hearing when his little girl tells him kids at school were making fun of her curly hair. the hair that he puts so much effort into styling every morning, adding bows and clips to her satisfaction. "your hair is beautiful, angel. it looks just like mine. don't you like mine?" he asks her. maybe she'll feel better if she doesn't feel so different than everyone else. "yeah," she nods, rubbing at her teary eyes. "then you should like yours, too." honestly, sometimes sakusa thinks he's too blunt with her, but his lack of words are replaced with loving actions. that night, after her hair is freshly washed, he takes the time to comb through her hair and define each curl, twirling it around his finger. he puts her hair into two braids, just how she likes, and tells her that she should never feel as if she isn't beautiful. and he knows that she's too young to know about self-confidence, so he presses kiss after kiss to her cheeks until the two of them are looking at each other with gentle, knowing smiles.

✫ AKAASHI worries when he picks his daughter up from school just to find her walking towards him with a little limp. three hello kitty band-aids cover her leg (which he knows she picked out. hello kitty is her current obsession). "what happened, love?" he asks, trying not to let the panic reach his voice. opening up his arms for her, he lifts her off the ground so she doesn't have to walk on her injured leg. "don't be mad, daddy, i just wanted to jump off the swings like the other kids," she says, voice quiet. he nods, patting her back. when they get home, he sits her down on her bed to take care of her wounds. keiji replaces her old band-aids with new ones after wiping down the scratches left by the pavement, rubbing her back as sniffles continue to leave her. she feels sorry for disappointing her dad. why isn't he yelling at her? why isn't he telling her that she shouldn't do things like that? "it's okay, my love. you're okay," he tells her. there's a little smile on his face, but she knows he's upset. "i'm sorry," she apologizes. keiji simply shushes her with a little shake of his head and kisses her band-aids like he used to do for her when she was younger. "just be more careful, okay?" she nods and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug.

✫ IWAIZUMI feels his anger rise when his daughter tells him that her friends didn't share the class toys during play time. "i'll buy you some," he tells her right away, even though he knows that it won't fix the problem. and although a smile spreads on her face, hajime doesn't like the idea of his daughter not being able to play with the toys with everyone else. "man, they need to teach those kids some manners," he grumbles, patting her head as she nods along to his words. after dinner, hajime sits down with her on the carpeted floor of their living room. her toys are thrown across the floor and her laughter fills his ears. they spend hours creating an intricate storyline, using fun voices, and fueling her imagination. hajime feels warmth in his chest when she tells him that she likes playing with him more than with her classmates. and although he feels happy that he could make her smile and laugh, nothing stops him from going to her teacher the next day to explain the situation (oh-so kindly) to her.

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redorich · 4 years ago

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to those who carried on

A fic for @petrichormeraki and their Hermit!Tommy AU.

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The hermits know Tommy as a quiet young man who is very sad and contemplative. The more time they spend with him (against his will, but they know he needs the company) the more they learn of the little details. His favorite block is cobblestone, he likes building towers, and apparently his favorite woman is the Queen. They don’t ask why he wears a smiley mask even though he never seems happy. They don’t ask why he hides important things in his ender chest. They don’t ask why he wears a shattered compass on a chain about his neck.

(Once, he died in lava and lost his absolute mind. He was so upset about the compass that he didn’t even mention the stack and a half of diamond ore he had on him. Xisuma ended up manually rolling back the server just so Tommy could have it back.)

As time goes on, the tremors in Tommy's hands grow lesser. His dull blond hair seems a bit brighter, his bruises fade quicker, he doesn’t look quite so skinny-- he spends his time serenely building, resource gathering instead of running and fighting. He has a sense of humor under all that trauma, which the hermits unfortunately find out after another massive-scale prank war thought to be instigated by Grian actually turns out to be Tommy's fault.

Tommy starts swearing more. Doc gets the stink eye from Stress for this, but Doc insists he’s never once sworn around the young man. (That’s an absolute lie, but it wasn’t anything Tommy hadn’t heard before. Tommy thinks Doc is remarkably unoriginal in his cursing. He does take note of the German ones, though.)

Inviting Tommy to PvP minigames can be touchy, they learn. He likes to fight, but he fights like an animal with nothing to lose. Grian once chanted, “It stays in the pit!” and everyone present had to spend the next five minutes wrangling Tommy’s soul back into his body from wherever it’d floated off to.

Tommy likes to glide with his elytra. He claims he’s never had one before, but he flies like such a natural that a few people have their doubts. On a dark desert night, with dark blue eyes watching the night sky, he confides to Cub that it reminds him of the way his dad used to fly. He hates rockets, though. He does not confide to Cub that it reminds him of what his brother did to his best friend. He says enough that Cub can guess, though.

Scar gets fed up with Tommy’s creeper holes and makes Tommy help him fix them. At first, Tommy has no clue why Scar is breaking out things like coarse dirt and birch leaves and making the ground all fancy, but he’s not afraid of a little hard work and Scar makes it fun. He learns a lot about terraforming that day, and awkwardly comes back a few days later asking if Scar needs any more help terraforming. Tommy still hasn’t built a real base, not by Hermitcraft standards, but the small hill he’s built his dirt hut near now has a very beautiful, if amateurish, waterfall. He doesn’t tell Scar about this, but Scar finds out anyway. Tommy wakes up one morning to find that someone has left a shulker box in his house. Instead of iron-gripped paranoia, he just feels wonder that someone would give him a gift-- to the hermits, a single shulker box is nothing. To Tommy, it’s everything.

The shulker box contains coarse dirt, birch leaves, and a silk touch shovel.

Tommy helps Xisuma mine a giant hole in the ground near bedrock, because he realizes that he’s never thanked the admin for getting him his compass back. Well, that and the fact that instamining with a haste two beacon and an efficiency five pickaxe is a novelty. Xisuma lets him keep the cobble, since everyone knows it’s Tommy’s favorite block, but also insists he keep some of the other blocks like andesite and diorite. He pats Tommy on the head and tells him to talk to Bdubs about building a house some time. Tommy nods. He's taken aback by how tall Xisuma is, completely contrasting his mild nature. He reminds Tommy of Wilbur, on one of his good days before... Before. Not Ghostbur, though-- the admin is much too alive.

Tommy waits too long, so eventually Bdubs comes to him. The man is silly and outrageous, playing everything for laughs and unexpectedly tender. Bdubs plays up how beautiful he thinks Tommy’s hideous dirt shack is, then offers to help him build a house that’s better. For Tommy, building a house means settling down, accepting that this is his home now. Bdubs doesn’t know this. Tommy builds cobblestone dicks while Bdubs tries to lecture him about depth and block variation. Nothing gets done and Bdubs feels like he might have failed, but come next week Bdubs is flying over the area and sees the dicks are gone; so is the dirt house. In its place is a spruce-and-cobble cottage nestled near the tiny waterfall. Off to the side, he’s made a cozy doghouse for his fox, Theo. Bdubs doesn’t know how close that fox came to being named Fundy.

He spars with False, and she very pointedly does not mention how his stances are uniquely suited to a piglin. There’s only one renowned fighter who’s a piglin, after all. It's Tommy’s story to tell, if he ever does, why he’s seen enough of the legendary Technoblade’s fights to pick up on his stances, yet he’s not experienced enough to know that they don’t suit him. Instead, False gives him different stances suited more for tall, skinny people like the two of them. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes just like him. (Not that she’d know. She’s never seen his eyes, hidden behind his mask as they are.) Every now and then, he imagines her as an older sister, and the one time he says so, she smiles. When Tommy’s at home, looking at his own distorted reflection in his waterfall (he’s improved it since he built it), he muses that their eyes aren’t the same, their hair colors are subtly off. It’s close enough, he thinks.

Stress dies from fall damage and Tommy goes out of his way to pick up her stuff, because the hermits do these things out of the kindness of their hearts. The thought never even crosses their minds to steal. It crosses his mind. He doesn’t do it. Stealing from Stress would be like stealing from Niki.

He shows up at Cleo’s base unannounced and demands to see the “cool shit”. He is appropriately enthused by the giant armor-stand-bugs. She tries teaching him her armor stand magic, but it doesn’t really sink in. It’s okay, she assures him, most people don’t have the knack for it. He does, however, learn that buttons make excellent decorations. He also learns how to braid hair, bribed by ice cream. He is terrible at it, to the point where Joe has to come by to help the two untangle her hair so Tommy can start again. Watching the two bicker over capitalism and six million armor stands and a whole host of other inside jokes he doesn’t get, he thinks he’s starting to understand what friendship is supposed to be like. Joe and Cleo don’t see him clutching his compass. He and Tubbo weren’t too far off from this, given their circumstances. Maybe...

Maybe Tubbo can be forgiven.

Tommy makes minigames of his own, ones that don’t just kill you and steal your stuff. He builds things that are pretty instead of just functional, brews potions with Stress and only calls them drugs once (again, upsetting her is like upsetting Niki. Best not done), and sets up chicken bombs above people’s bases instead of just lavacasting them. (As Grian saw the hundreds of chickens slowly raining down upon his mansion, he got such a peculiar look on his face that Tommy feared he’d fucked up. The shorter, stronger (much stronger oh god why is he so strong despite being so small) man nearly crushed Tommy’s lungs in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of Tommy. Tommy was proud of himself for not accidentally murdering Grian out of reflex. Was this what healing was like?)

Yes. It is what healing is like. Tommy knows this because that wound gets ripped open again. Tango shows him how to build the most obnoxious redstone-powered noise machine the two can think of. Tango digs a small pit, and asks Tommy to throw down his axe. Suddenly, Tommy’s in Logstedshire again; it’s not Tango asking, it’s Dream. His hands don’t shake when he tosses his axe into the pit, followed by his sword and his armor. It isn't until he’s placed the TNT down that Tango grabs his wrist and asks him what he’s doing. Tommy’s eyes clear enough that he can see past the blond hair and freckles. Tango isn’t green, he’s red. He's shorter than Dream, and his worried eyes are unhidden. Tommy shudders, then tells Tango everything.

Tango has no pity for Tommy, just understanding and sympathy. He doesn’t push Tommy to talk about it, but when Tommy’s done telling his story, Impulse and Zedaph show up. They all pretend that Tommy’s voice isn’t hoarse, that they all didn’t conveniently happen to look away when Tommy took off his mask just long enough to wipe his eyes. The men bake a cake together, fool around with honey blocks, and don’t talk about it.

Tommy knows very little about redstone, considers himself more of a builder and a fighter than an engineer. Still, Mumbo’s living base is inspiring, and Tommy often hangs around the man’s industrial district just to watch Mumbo work. Mumbo knows that Tommy hasn’t purchased a day pass, but it’s nice having someone around to talk to while he works. It’s not like Tommy is stealing anything. (Tommy totally steals from Mumbo’s industrial district storage system. The man’s farms are so efficient that he doesn’t even notice, so Tommy assumes it’s fine. What Mumbo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.)

Lava still isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He stays far away from it, instead of imagining what it would be like to hurtle towards it. Ren doesn’t really notice this, but he does notice that Tommy doesn’t seem to like his mustafarian base. On a spur-of-the-moment whim, Ren whips up some absurd plotline in which he is a lone weary traveller seeking refuge at Tommy’s base from strange alien overlords. The two have fun together, and the young man cracks more absurd jokes about it than the hermits have ever seen him do. When Ren leaves a week later to return to his own base, Tommy keeps being absurd, if a bit more subdued without someone to play off of. He builds a shrine to the “prime log”, which grows more elaborate each day. Beef and xB pretend to be his acolytes, despite having no clue what a “twitch prime” is.

They can’t see his face, but the smile in his voice is a far cry from the despondency he once wore like a heavy cloak. He is so much more animated and alive, full of motivation. He builds an entire island in three days, and hand-delivers an invitation to each and every hermit for his beach party. Everyone shows up, even those with packed schedules (Iskall) and those with introverted tendencies (Etho). Tommy is nearly moved to tears when they show up in groups of twos and threes, as though he hadn’t expected anyone to come. There aren’t enough chairs for everyone, but there is more than enough cake to go around. Tango brings drinks, Impulse brings meat to barbecue, and Zedaph makes an elaborate jump-powered grill. Keralis brings way too much confetti and several handfuls of cheap, obnoxious party noisemakers. Stress brings Tommy a crown made out of alliums. It shines far less than his brother’s gold crown, and it’ll die in a few days, but he wears it all night and keeps it in his ender chest until it withers away.

He spends five days teaching himself to make flower crowns. Even his best attempt is awful, nowhere near as pretty as the crowns Stress makes, but when he gives it to her, she takes off the one she was wearing and wears his until it falls apart.

He dies fighting a creeper on Grian’s behalf, and doesn’t even panic, because he trusts that however many times he dies, no matter how stupid or ignominious or revolutionary or important, Xisuma will always let him respawn.

He spends a grand total of nine diamonds to buy a single plot of land in the shopping district. He builds a cute little bench facing the sunset, with warmly glowing street lights on either side and a small garden. At the end of the bench he places a jukebox, and buys every single disc that Beef’s music shop sells, including Pigstep. He sits on the bench while Mellohi plays and watches the tiny silhouettes of his friends flying in the evening sky. Tommy looks alone on that bench, even if he seems happy, so sometimes other people stop by to sit with him. Scar declares the bench area a public park, since everyone likes it so much, and refunds Tommy his nine diamonds straight from the throne.

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emilycollins00 · 3 years ago

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A3! Troupes as parents

NEEDED TO GET THESE OUT SO HERE WE ARE LET'S GOOOO!

Please enjoy! 💕

🌸 Spring Troupe 🌸

Sakuya

Was definitely hesitant to have kids because of his past. What if he wasn’t up to the task?

However part of him also wanted to believe he’s not gonna be like his foster families.

The moment he carries his son for the first time -who in return wraps his tiny hand around his finger- Sakuya notices himself crying from the overwhelming amount of love he feels.

Tries to include himself in anything his son does whether it’s his interests or activities at school. He wants him to always feel supported and cared for.

Just, a soft and gentle dad. He’s so glad to have his son in his life.

Masumi

Extremely protective, especially if he has a daughter??

Like, he’s incredibly attached to her and doesn’t let her know what personal space is because he’s always carrying her and giving her kisses.

Also keep him at bay because Masumi won’t blink twice before consenting his daughter absolutely everything she might want.

Not very good with words, but will try to remember how his grandma was with him and imitate her the best he can.

Forever his little girl. He might be listening to her rambling about something and suddenly pat her in the head murmuring something like “…don't grow up too fast.”

Itaru

Low-key scared to mess it up -this event is for life what do you expect.

When his son is born though something in his heartstrings go boom. “Looking forward to loving you for a while” he jokes while holding him.

Talks to him like he would do to another adult, especially if he’s tired “Let’s make a deal, I give you your milk and you give me tops ten minutes to use my LP, then we can continue crying together.”

Gaming buddy since baby is able to handle a controller. Lets him appear on his streams and wears matching sets of headphones - the chat goes absolutely feral.

Has however absolutely NO mercy when playing video games with him.

Once he was thinking whether he should pull for a gacha his son moved him and pulled it making him get like 4 SRR and he and the baby stare at each other like???

Citron

Of course he calls his daughter princess.

She definitely takes after him. Both of them are the definition of chaotic. “Go higher, daddy! Higher!” she screams laughing as Citron flies with her over his shoulders around the room.

He goes to every single school event and you bet he’ll be the type to stand up and cheer like mad or give a standing ovation even when no one else is.

Loves to get on his knees and dance with her?? My heart???

It’s a special moment, with music in the background, feeling her cheek and arms smashed against him. When they separate he bows. She bows back giggling. And Citron’s heart grows ten times at the sound and wastes no time showering her with kisses.

Tsuzuru

Years of babysitting his siblings have prepared him for this he is rEadY.

To be fair he’s probably also traumatized so he just wants to have a small family. To his delight he gets a daughter and a son not long after.

He’s a bit lost at how to deal with his oldest one at first but kids are kids and he soon learns how to braid and take care of her hair every morning.

Because he’s usually up at night he’s the one who most likely go to calm the kids down -especially his youngest son- if they had a bad dream or suddenly hears them calling for something.

His kids adore listening to him telling stories before bed. They however get also overly excited and keep asking him questions about the story once he’s finished. That is, until they exhaust themselves and Tsuzuru takes each of them to their rooms with a tired but fond smile on his face.

Chikage

Honestly, having kids was the last thing he expected to have given all he had gone through.

Doesn’t know how to act around his son at first, mostly because his kid is much, much more attached to him than he expected.

He ends up carrying him almost every time, and gets used to the newborn smell he gives off. It's soothing, somehow.

Watches with curiosity as his son holds clumsily onto his leg, propping himself up the floor. “Eager to walk, aren��t we?” he ruffles his hair wearing a proud smile.

As he grows older becomes very protective of him, and will most likely provide him with all the knowledge he can to make sure he can keep himself safe.

🔆 Summer Troupe 🔆

Tenma

Okay but listen I bet he tried to tempt his son to eat his baby food by trying it himself, then nearly gagged and the only thing he was able to say was “eugh- yuMM!”.

Anyway, he imagined parenting was stressful but was also like eh it CAN’T be that bad right?? He was SO wrong.

Tenma knows too much about having busy and famous parents so he will try to spend as much time as he can with his son and I’m sure he will support anything he might wanna do as he grows up.

Also I can just imagine Tenma during a red carpet event taking his shy son into his arms during an interview, answering questions as the little boy hides in his chest.

And when asked what he wanted to be when he grew up and his boy said “Like daddy!” If you saw him cry no you didn’t. He’s completely smitten by him.

Yuki

Knew his main goal once his son was born was to make him confident in himself no matter what. He teaches him to stand by if mean comments come his way- not afraid to answer back.

So not much to everyone’s surprise he becomes a fast-talker and quick-witted little boy and yuki is so proud.

Yuki LOVES to dress his son up and will often wear matching outfits with him. His room is a dream too.

He’s up for anything. His son wants to wear a skirt/do makeup/paint his nails? He’s already calling Azami to get the best stuff.

Just- Yuki loving his son so much and being always there for him.

Muku

As a new dad he is such a ball of nerves.

Reads every single parenting book he can find.

But honestly far from having to worry because this little girl charms absolutely everyone at first sight?? She is a doll and Muku adores her baby girl.

Also a bit of a bookworm who really enjoys reading books together at bedtime. A habit that stays around for a surprisingly long while much to Muku’s delight.

Gifted with her father’s athleticism and sweet nature, Muku does his best to let her know she can do anything she sets her mind to.

Kazu

Makes dad jokes on purpose.

Would probably post the news of him becoming a parent all over his socials.

I BET he wore his best clothes when her daughter was born so that she would “have a good impression of him.”

Has like a bazillion nicknames for her. Also takes so many pictures it’s insane and you bet he will also record EVERYTHING from her first walk to her first words. Literally his entire mobile is filled with photos of his daughter and they’re his wallpapers on his phone and computer for sure!

I think he would be the fun dad that’s always so lively and makes his kid confide in him no matter the situation, the topic or how awkward it is.

Kumon

Kumon holding his daughter for the first time is an instant click. They are just two sunshines, loud and energetic blinding everyone wherever they go.

I think he would be the type to put his daughter on his shoulders a lot or just throw them into the air.

Sweets aren’t a thing in his house -his daughter doesn’t really pay them much mind either- but he will give in from time to time.

One of his favorites things to do while playing is to tickle and nuzzle her in the crook of her neck until she can’t stop laughing.

Kumon will also most likely take her to baseball matches if she’s interested and will probably buy a tiny cap of his favorite baseball team for them to wear together.

Misumi

Super validating of whatever his eldest and youngest son enjoy. He is so happy to see his two children playing together and can somehow see himself and Madoka in them.

He would happily teach them everything they ask for just like his grandfather did, like them the importance of friendship, or asking for help when needed.

Apart from triangular toys and clothes, double piggyback rides are a thing in his household!!

He always bounced each of them as a baby on his lap until they let out that cute squealing giggle.

When they are old enough he takes them to the BEST places for stargazing at night. Both of them love it so much.

🍁 Autumn Troupe 🍁

Taichi

Surprisingly capable of handling everything thanks to his young siblings.

His son is a carbon copy of him and they become best friends from the start.

Loves to go play with him to the park and built pillow forts in his room. They are super loud too not gonna lie, but because of that he grows up to be a carefree and happy kid.

Taichi is the type of dad that will probably get teary-eyed if his kid falls and cries and is more anxious about the first day of school than his own child.

Wants his son to think he is the coolest dad EVER so he is very weak when he gets asked for things or favors.

Banri

Of course his daughter is the best, was there any doubt?

Too cool to be affected by anything that might be embarrassing, so there’s a good chance he wears washable marker all over his face to the mall because he “needed some makeup too”.

Might have said a few bad words in front of her that she MIGHT have picked up and used later on but where’s the evidence.

She’ll take after Banri in that she likes to battle with the concept of authority, questioning nearly everything and will drive many teachers up the wall, although they also recognize the extent of her talent and charisma.

Banri is obviously pleased to have a daughter capable of thinking for herself instead of blindly following others defying sleeping hours maybe not so much.

Azami

TWIN DAUGHTERS I REPEAT HE HAS TWIN DAUGHTERS.

Oh I can already tell he would spoil them rotten. Like, even though he’s not the most expressive they are his little princesses and deserve the best. He lets them play dress-up and tea parties with him and they always put makeup on him with little tiaras and they love to try to braid his hair.

I want to think they tell him every single thing and there are almost no secrets between the three of them because aside from them respecting their dad’s opinions he gives really good advice and words of wisdom.

Prepares them THE best bath times ever and honestly you have never seen two little girls with better skin than them.

Anyway Azami would be an amazing dad to his little girls and you can’t change my mind.

Omi

Omi isn’t sure if he is allowed to feel this happy the moment he holds his son in his arm. He will press his forehead against him while whispering a promise to always be there for him.

The type of parent who makes homemade baby food and I’m SO sure he makes the majority of the toys too.

One of his favourite things to do is to put on the baby harness across his chest while he works and bakes -catch him in the kitchen wearing an apron and whipping up his son’s favorite smiley face pancakes.

He’s so soft for his son and loves to shower him with kisses.

But also just like his father did with him, he’s 100% the dad that rough-houses with him from time to time, tackling and throwing him around a little, his son loves it so much.

Sakyo

He's the type of dad who's scared of his daughter growing up too fast.

Will definitely present solid ground rules that are expected to follow. His daughter will be above all be raised responsibly.

This said while whiners don’t have room in his house, he will give in from time to time– silent puppy dog eyes are his big weakness.

Will never EVER miss a play, performance, or sports game (Sakoda also likes to tag along).

Incredibly supportive to push his kid towards pursuing their passion in any and every possible way.

Juza

He should have some memories from when Kumon was young but honestly nothing comes to his head.

Worries at first that his own child would be scared of him but instead was met with his son's little hands and smile reaching towards him, and honestly has barely time to swallow real hard not to sob right there.

They have plenty of staring contests. Call it bonding...?

He’s also gonna stare at his son like??? in silence when he changes his first diaper. Someone help him.

Will be curious and taste baby food once immediately regrets it.

❄ Winter troupe ❄

Homare

He’s SO prepared to be a dad.

I can picture him buying everything in the baby store. He will ESPECIALLY buy him personalized fancy clothes and then everyone is half crying because, please dress your son like a baby not a lord from 30s.

What can you do Homare exists to create art and please his son.

Anyhow you all bet this sweet boy will become the very best gentleman following his father’s steps, learning how to do poetry ( he’s just scribbling for now though Homare dismisses it and will most likely put it in one of his works, much to his editor’s dismay) and of course dance.

Of course he makes special poems for his son who babbles happily and claps whenever his dad gets particularly extra.

Hisoka

Hisoka will take quite a while to even think of being a parent, but the moment his soft-spoken little girl yawns he’s done for. He will protect her with his life.

That said in the daily life he is a 𝗉𝗋𝖾eeet𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 dad.

Thankfully this little girl is wise beyond her years, and will often say things that surprise the adults around her. An “old soul” if you may.

Developes a sweet tooth regarding chocolate, and honestly he doesn’t make it any better as he bends to his daughter every whim, because if daddy gets his share of marshmallows so shall she.

Can't help but bring her into the bed when she whines about how she doesn’t wanna sleep alone, placing her next to him in the cozy blankets, moving the hair out of her face before caressing her hue cheeks and falling asleep snuggling against her.

Tsumugi

He’s somewhat self-conscious thinking he will do something wrong and is constantly asking himself if he’s good enough to be his daughter’s father.

But to be honest his daughter is?? A bliss. This shy sweet girl is constantly reminding him how much she loves him, and Tsumugi can’t help but feel the luckiest when she smiles at him like that.

He definitely names flowers after her and even arranges flower crowns for her to wear.

If his kid ends up liking theatre it would be amazing but anything that makes her happy is enough for him.

So yeah, everytime he looks at her is a daydream to him. Tsumugi is always looking at how to be a better father for her.

Guy

It’s kinda cute how concentrated he is watching his baby boy doing absolutely nothing but babbling for hours.

But yeah no this man is ATTENTIVE he knows the exact time when his kid has to be fed and already distinguishes the different cries from hunger, sleep and so on.

Will most likely also speak to him in Zahfran.

He will feel the urge to press his lips the moment he hears his son say “Dada!” for the first time. I’m not crying you are.

As his son grows older he will ask him about his day, his interests, and most important will encourages discussion about his FEELINGS while sharing a cup of tea- He's very protective of him and will always put him first over everything else.

Tasuku

Has a rough time adjusting to the whole being a dad. Not because he doesn't love his kids (a boy and a girl, much to his shock) it's just... different from anything he had experienced before.

So yeah he’s more than a bit clumsy while handling them at first but gets the hang of it as time passes. He would be the really supportive, loving dad that doesn’t really know how to communicate well with words

Also makes dad jokes by accident.

Carried both of them on his shoulders once (he obviously CAN have you seen him) and now they just don’t stop asking him for shoulder rides.

Takes them to many of his rehearsals and honestly they are extremely in awe of how his dad acts and whenever he sees or hears them re-enacting some of his plays with exaggerated moves and sounds? his chest practically burst from pride.

Azuma

Azuma will most likely lean more towards fostering kids rather than having one of his own due to his childhood.

He lets them sleep with him when they’re having a bad night or wake up scared from a nightmare because he knows what it feels like.

And then one day this boy, a bit older than the rest of the kids he had been fostering appears and makes way into Azuma’s heart so much can’t conceive not having him in his life until finally adopts him.

He will sit down with him, crayons and pencils splayed usually all over the table while they both do some books coloring

Soft eyes and sweet voice, this boy is the most gentle thing Azuma has seen and is so glad he will be able to see him grow.

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What a nice beginning of the year aaaaah have a wonderful day!! 💕

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local-trashmouth · 3 years ago

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I want morning cuddles but can't find something fitting to read so I'll just make it myself :) (kinda also general fluff)

Pairing: Bowers gang x reader (seperate)

I should write Losers club soon but I can't help it okay

Warnings: fluff? Man if you simp for these bois u do not need warnings

I'm very sorry that Belch and Vic are a little shorter than Patrick and Henry, I just don't have as many headcanons for them

Henry Bowers

if you two weren't facing eachother before, you are now

I feel like Henry starts with spooning or cuddling you, but slowly drifts away into his own space while asleep

when you two wake up that gap closes again basically

also, congratulations on getting that far with him

you deserve a Medal 🏅

he'll give you lots of forehead kisses & mutter about the future he pictures with you out of Derry

rubs ur cheek with his thumb

if he's awake earlier, he'll watch you sleep

not in a creepy way, more in a adoring way

he just wonders how he got so lucky

he tries to make you breakfast but you wake up every time his form leaves the bed, so you waddle after him

he truly thinks you are the cutest thing ever

feel free to ruffle through his hair, we all know he's a slut for head pats and ruffles

you'll hear a lot more of his laugh, I wouldn't complain honestly

asks you if you dreamed something while making breakfast

I feel like Henry's a tea drinker rather than coffee, so he'll prepare ur favourite tea too

when you are getting ready in the bathroom, he'll just stand behind you & have his arms around ur waist, head on your shoulder

very wholesome boi

but don't you dare tell anyone about this side of him

Patrick Hockstetter

he doesn't sleep

he has trouble with letting you sleep for such a long time

how can he survive 8 hours?

every night??

he knows you need it, but damn he wants you

probably gonna wake you up at fucking 3am with groping or kissing you

when he does sleep tho, I feel like his secret soft spot for you comes out

he'll totally fall asleep first, you cannot say no

you'd be on your phone, and just hear soft snoring

it's not loud, or annoying. Just kinda cute

Patrick looks really peaceful then :)

in the morning, he'd totally admire you just like Henry

he wonders why you stick around, if you even have a reason to really

puts his forehead against urs & closes his eyes again, just enjoying the moment

he totally wraps his entire body around you lol

lots of sleepy kisses

he's gonna hold you hostage for cuddles

has a strong grip on you, there's no escape

finds it adorable when you love to lay your head onto his chest to listen to his heartbeat

always lets you do his hair because boi got no sense of style

he'll be very clingy when sleepy :)

Belch Huggins

best cuddler ever

he'll envelope you, waking you up with kisses and sleepy chuckles

you two talk about anything and everything for some time

you make breakfast together, and get out very early so he can watch the sunrise with you

puts his head onto ur shoulder all the time

he'll just wrap you up in a blanket burrito so you don't get cold and go outside with you, keeping you on his lap

gives u lots of forehead kisses to earn those giggles he loves from you

during the week, he'll get ready with you of course

lets you do his hair so maybe he'll go to school without a hat sometime

on weekends you two end up chilling somewhere in his house with Madonna in the background, wrapped up in blankets while you paint his nails

where's my Belch, I want him

Victor Criss

listen, he'll make you hot chocolate and watch a movie with you.

you end up falling back asleep

when you wake up he's got breakfast in bed ready :)

takes a morning shower with you

goes on a walk afterwards

I can imagine that last night you two had a little bonfire in his backyard and you listened to The Cure while making marshmallows

he starts a pillowfight with you

lots of laughs and cuddles

STARGAZING

you two totally fell asleep for a while after the fire, stargazing

he shows you constellations

plays with ur hair, and if you have longer hair he braids it :)

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redheadedpineapple · 3 years ago

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playing with mha bois hair headcanons

Day 26: Ribbon running your hands thru the mha bois hair GN!R, they/them pronouns Hitoshi Shinsou, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki

──────〔Hitoshi Shinsou〕──────

he really likes it when you run your fingers through his hair

it’s very soothing to him

he’ll relax with his head in your lap for hours while you comb through his hair

especially likes the feeling of his hair being braided

if you have trouble sitting still or not doing anything with your hands, he loves he can give you something to do while you watch movies/shows or chill listening to music

his hair only gets messier with the random super curly bits of hair, but he doesn’t really care

sometimes, an inch or two of the braid will stay in for the day if you’re playing with his hair in the morning

if people point it out, he’ll lazily smile and tell them not to mind it

he takes it as little souvenirs from you

“‘Toshi!”

Shinsou glances your direction, a tiny smile already on his face from hearing your voice. “Yeah?”

You smile at the boy and extend your arms to him. “Gimmie a piggy back ride.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And why should I do that?” he asks, although he’s already surrendered his fate as he makes his way towards you.

“For you are my loyal steed, and I am thy commander. Also I’m tired and the dorms are far away.”

He sighs and shakes his head, but it’s impossible to miss his smile as he turns around and crouches down. Once you jump onto him, he loops his arms around the back of your knees and stands with no effort.

“Off we go, my steed. To the nap place.”

But you’re already dozing off as you lean your cheek on his shoulder and thread your fingers through his hair subconsciously. He tilts his head into your touch and indulges in it, a calming little thing for both of you.

──────〔Kirishima Eijirou〕──────

he loves it and will openly express this

if you take a spikey bit of his hair and braid it, he’ll try and keep it in as long as possible

he hardly even does his hair, but if there’s a special occasion, you’re the first he goes to for help

you get to see kiri with his hair down a bunch, and it’s a true blessing.

will rest his head in your lap whenever he gets the opportunity

if you don’t pay attention to him immediately or start running your hands through his hair, he’ll nudge your tummy and look up at you with puppy eyes

pda? sure

he doesn’t even care if people are around, if he wants his head pats, he gets his head pats.

You’ve got guests over, and you’re just sitting on the couch for a watchparty of a series you’d all been wanting to watch. There are snacks laid out on the coffee table, and everyone’s got different coloured cups with their drinks in it.

Kirishima is leaning his head on your shoulder, and you’ve got your arm wrapped around his waist. He nudges your neck with his head, and when you peek down at him, he’s got his lower lip pushed out and his eyes sparkling.

A little smile pulls at your lips and you pat your lap. His face glows and his head falls on your lap immediately, leaving his legs hanging over the side of the couch. You tug at his hair and massage his scalp as the show continues. His breaths are deep as he completely relaxes under your touch.

──────〔Katsuki Bakugou〕──────

pretends he doesn’t like it

but he really does dw

he’ll grumble about it almost every time you’re in public, but he likes the idea of being yours

like YEAH i’m theirs, back the HECK off of my hot bod

dude doesn’t get it at first, but he soon figures out that it’s a two way street baby

he’s yours and you’re his

it’s also become kind of a “hey i know you’re there and i love you we’ll go soon” sign

it’s a special kinda love language

Bakugou grumbles as you continue the conversation. Goddamnit, he agreed to go shopping with you because he thought it’d be nice to just have some time for you two, doing mundane, domestic things. But you just had to bump into an old high school friend on the way out.

It felt like you two had been talking forever, catching up on lame things and how their kid is doing and the spouse, and oh! This is your boyfriend accompanying you. Go on, you urged him, introduce yourself.

So he fights rolling his eyes to offer a hand to shake. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki, I’m nice to meet you.”

They shake his hand, and you two continue talking for a bit. Bakugou pouts, crossing his arms and looking away. You bring an arm up to his shoulder to tug him closer, then ruffle his hair lightly. He deepens his pout, but he’s leaning into your touch and looking at you. You nod to him, a little sign telling him it’ll be over soon.

A minute or two later, you two are walking out with the shopping cart and you’re teasing him.

“I'm nice to meet you? Yeah?”

“I extended so much grace for meeting them and staying with you for that extra hour and a half.”

You scoff. “It was not an hour and a half. It was maybe 20 minutes at most.”

“Same thing, felt like forever. Am just glad I got you back to myself,” he grumbles, and helps pack the groceries into the car as you give him a light kiss on the cheek.

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dokifluffs · 4 years ago

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Free! as Dads | Rin, Sosuke, Makoto

Pairings: Rin X Reader (gender neutral though not really mentioned), Reader isn’t mentioned in Sosuke’s, and Makoto X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: fluffy domestic swimmer dads

Author’s Note: free! needs more appreciation ✨

Free! as Dads | Haru, Ikuya, Natsuya

RIn: gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom

Inches of snow blanketed the streets, sidewalks, and houses, and the inches would only grow for the rest of the day and tomorrow

“Bunbun, it’s time to wake up, baby,” Rin softly whispered as he leaned down, hovering above his two year old daughter’s sleepy face

Her face poured and contorted, her eyes squeezing shut even more as she was pulled from her peaceful sleep by her father as he would be home while you were away

The bed was so dwarfed whenever he stood or sat by it to wake her but it was adorable as she was

Her red hair matching his, bright eyes matching his too

“Bunbun,” said once again as she brought her hands to her eyes, rubbing them before peeking them open to her father

“I’m still here,” he teased. “Come on, let’s get you ready for the day.” He effortlessly scooped her up and helped her brush her teeth, wash her face, and get dressed

And now it was time for hair, a part he wasn’t too confident himself in

Her hair was so soft and light, it was short down to her shoulders

She sat still on her stool as he stood behind her, a hair tie in between his teeth as he gently brushed it, stalling so he could think what he could do

“Why’d you set the bar so high, Y/N?” He thought to you, thinking about how you always beautifully did your daughter’s hair

Little buns, braids, cute hair clips

But then it hit him with what he could do

He gathered the hair on the crown of her head into a single little pigtail

“Do you like it, bun? I can’t do it as well as mommy does but it’s still something.” He looked at her reflection as she tiredly looked through the mirror too

“You too, daddy.” She adorably tilted her head, pointing up to her dad’s hair that was loosely down

“Me? Want us to match?”

“Yeah!” She nodded happily, her little teeth adorable as her eyes turned into thin lines

And Rin did just that

He gathered his hair up with his little girl sitting on the counter before him, his body blocking the edge so there was no chance for her to fall

She clung onto his shirt, her smile only growing bigger and bigger the closer his hair was getting to matching hers

“Now we’re the same!” She cheered, giggly as can be as she reached up to him as Rin leaned down and scooped her into his arms

“Hm,” he hummed. “Now we really are papa and baby shark,” he bounced her playfully as they descended down the stairs, her small hands clinging to his shirt

And for the rest of the day, as Rin trained from home, the occasional smile broke out when he saw his daughter as she played in the corner

Seeing the little pigtail that matched the one he wore on his head

Sosuke: gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom. Also, based on this tik tok sound

The little bedroom was illuminated out of the darkness, the automatic little night lights shutting off now that the bedroom light was switched on

Sosuke towered over all the small furniture in the cream colored bedroom, matching the rest of the aesthetic you had designed the house with, as he carried his little girl in her little charcoal gray onesie with faint white stripes

She latched her short arms around Sosuke’s neck, her hands clinging to the back of his white tshirt and her whale shark plushie, dark blue plaid pajama pants with black slippers on his feet

He bent over the miniature bed frame, moving his arms from below her body, to take hold of her sides

“Time for bed now,” his voice was tender with love as he set her body down to lay in bed but she still clung to him, some non-verbal whines coming from her as she refused to let go of her dad

“D/N, time to sleep,” a low chuckle escaping him as he rubbed her back, giving her small pats until she loosened her grip, setting Sosuke free

Her cheeks were puffed and eyes wide and glistening as she looked up to him, her hands that once hung to his shirt now clung to her blanket and blankie

“What’s wrong, hm?” He tucked her in, resting his arms over her covers as she looked at him as he knelt beside her bed, looking into her teal eyes that matched his own yet all she did was sniffle, staring back to her father as if he could read her mind

“Don’t cry, there’s nothing to cry about,” he soothed his little girl, holding the side of her head, leaning close to press a kiss to her head as he stood up

“Okay, daddy’s gonna leave now,” he hummed as he walked away, switching off the lights, the cool touch of metal on his hand but just before the door shut, he heard her voice

“Cuddle me,” she cried out, her little voice sounding off her walls as she made little grabby hands towards her father

“What?” He opened the door again, the light from the hallway pooling into the bedroom

“Cuddle!” her voice sounded and face looked so sad in his eyes, it actually broke his heart to see his little girl so distraught

“You wanna cuddle?” He stepped into the room, tilting his head in amusement as she crawled out of bed, kneeling on her bed, arms reaching toward her father as he approached her

“Yeah,” a hot tear cascaded down her cheek as she closed her arms around his neck, nuzzling close in the safety and comfort of his embrace

The biggest smile broke on Sosuke’s face as he sat in the miniature bed, doing his best to lay in it despite the sheer size difference but his daughter was happy and that was all that mattered

“Okay,” he chuckled low, chest rumbling as she laid draped over his abdomen, her hands once again holding onto his shirt as she rubbed her back

Sosuke held his little whale shark close as she laid on his chest, her little back rising and falling with every breath as she slowly began to sleep soundly against her father’s chest

Makoto:

“Good morning, babies,” your voice quiet as your little one year old son and daughter unsteadidly held onto the side of the crib, their olive brown hair messy and dissolved from sleep

They reached up, cooing at you to be picked up. After doing so, you changed them and brought them back to your bedroom where Makoto remained

You sat on the corner of the bed, careful not to wake him from the shifting of the bed as he slept soundly

The two babies reacted as soon as they saw their papa fast asleep and began crawling toward the big man fast asleep laid on his stomach, his arms buried beneath the pillows, his face and hair smothered into the comfy thing

Your son sat right beside Makoto’s sleeping face, reaching his little hand forward as he sucked on his pacifier, petting makoto’s face while your daughter worked on climbing onto his broad back she pulled on his shirt, doing the best she could but alas, couldn’t make it as she slid back down his side

Makoto stirred in his sleep until he jolted a bit to the side towards the edge, waking up from the sudden weight of his daughter, startling him

“Oh, it’s just you guys,” he sighed relieved

His heart pounded in his chest as he thought he was being attacked by some kind of monster, a sick nightmare turned reality but fortunately, he was wrong

“Morning, buddy,” Makoto smiled, his son’s eyes pulling into lines as he smiled with his pacifier in his mouth. “And morning to you princess. What’re you doing?” He asked

“She was trying to climb onto your back but couldn’t make it.”

“Aw, princess,” Makoto cooed as he turned onto his back, scooping up his little girl

He sat her on his stomach as she held onto his fingers

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked to which she happily giggled before laying herself down onto her father’s broad chest, hiding her face into his shirt

Your son seemed to not want to be left out as he attempted to crawl on too, whining a bit

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget you,” makoto laughed a bit. “There’s plenty of room for the two of you.”

He did the same and sat his son on his abdomen, adoring them, seeing how messy their bed head hair was

Taking in the view of your family, your heart swelled twice the size but the sight also made you laugh as you looked at all three of them collectively

“What is it?” Makoto sat up a bit more, spooning his babies in his arms against him

“The three of you have bed head,” you laughed as you rolled into bed

This morning was so nice, you wish it never ended so you could stay in this precious moment with your babies and Makoto

~~~~~ Thanks for reading! Masterlist for more! Please do not repost anywhere else!

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6okuto · 3 years ago

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Okay hello, I love your writing! So I have really long hair and unless I tie it back at night, I wake up with just... Awful tangles in my hair. Maybe the reader was too exhausted the night before, fell asleep with their hair undone, and the LL peeps find them in the morning trying to brush out the knots? And the reader helplessly looks to their partner for help?

— M3 helping a reader with long hair

long hair problems </3 vry happy to hear u like my writing afbahfba thank u (°◡°♡)

sage and anisa. :handshake: look at their hair. look at it

anisa's gonna be your best choice especially if you have waves/curls

she's very careful and gentle! starts with her hands at the ends and works her way up,, offers to get conditioner and water if needed,, like okay expert. i see. je vois. je comprends

if it's one of those moments where your arms get tired she tells you to take a break and continues

i would Not be surprised if she had some oils or serums for this

she'd love to hear about any products you use on earth to make things quicker. if you like any of her own products she's happy to get more of it for you to have yourself

you also get to talk about other times it's happened to the both of you . tfw you bond over pain

she whispers sorry and pats your head a little if she hurts you

anisa smiling and kissing your head.....

if she spots you later about to sleep without doing your hair she'll remind you or offer to do it herself . happy to include you in her nighttime routine ouagh i love anisa

sage is an asshole /J he'll probably laugh a little when he first sees you though

what else is he supposed to do if he sees you pouting with a comb stuck in your hair

personally more of a using his fingers guy than combing. probably got used to doing his hair quickly through it But if your situation calls for more Extreme Measures he'll sit down and listen while you explain what you need him to do

he works pretty confidently but winces if he hurts you and apologizes before slowing down . he's a quick learner and figures out what works best

don't make a joke about not expecting him to be so good at it though. you know he's going to say something about being skilled with his hands. it's inevitable

if you weren't already,, he smirks and says something about you never forgetting if you slept with him every night. haha Wink

offers to tie it up/braid it for you. you can be matching :)

will tell you he's coming to you if he ever gets his hair tangled. also may or may not teasingly say he deserves something for helping . just kiss him

felix .

you may or may not have to walk him through what to do depending on your hair type

if it's relatively straight he's chill he's got it down . it's like a little calming bonding moment :heart: it'll be a bonding moment no matter what but if he's in danger of easily making it worse he's a little nervous

he panics a bit if he hears you yelp and takes his hands away for a second before apologizing

(it's very easy to tell him you deserve a kiss for that btw)

he has like,, a really concentrated look on his face. but he gets the hang of it eventually don't worry (too much)

might jokingly ask if you've ever thought about cutting your hair but he doesn't really mean it

he doesn't Want it to happen again but if it does he says he's much more prepared . it's like . oh a shame but also I'm So Good Now that it Doesn't Matter. Watch This,

all in all detangling can be really annoying and time-consuming but it goes much smoother with them around and they'll be willing to help whenever it happens 💪

#last legacy #last legacy sage #last legacy felix #last legacy anisa #sage lesath #anisa anka #felix escellun #fictif sage #fictif anisa #fictif felix #last legacy headcanons #last legacy fluff

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years ago

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Hey does nie huisang's mother ever come back? I really liked the part where she doted and bonded with mingjue. I think even though she's not human she'd be even more delighted with him and more or less adopt him all over again after seeing how he cared so fiercely for huisang (also I don't think she'd care that guangyao has given up. Try to touch either of her kids and your a dead man... or maybe just mingjue? Since he's human and a LOT younger than her maybe she just goes around killing the people that have the capacity and wish to kill him)

spontaneous sequel to this morning’s fic (ao3 link here)

Huli jing were pretty rare, as spiritual beasts went, and that was generally considered to be a good thing - when they were bad, they were very very bad - but Nie Mingjue faithfully followed up on every possible lead regardless, putting it out among the other cultivation sects that he had a special interest and would appreciate - with monetary remuneration, even - a heads up should one ever show itself.

Mostly this meant following up on a lot of false leads, including, in one somewhat embarrassing case, an actual fox that had stolen the local farmer’s prize goose.

Still: family was family, and so he kept it up.

He had to stop during the war, naturally, and in the period immediately following it when his health had gotten very bad for a while, although luckily the dragon managed to fix it back up, and he’d been doing very well ever since. Lan Xichen had wondered if it was Clarity and Jin Guangyao had refused to talk to him for a month for some reason, but that wasn’t that important.

He was feeling better now, so he started following up on leads again. Nie Huaisang was coming up on his first quarter-century very soon, and that was supposed to be a big event - his first tail! - and books were all well and good but someone, anyone, with experience was better.

Ironically enough, he found what he was looking for on a scheduled hunt that wasn’t anything anyone had identified as a huli jing, but rather what appeared to be rather a great deal of nu gui appearing all at once near Lanling, enough to make a notorious womanizer like Jin Guangshan start to sweat. They’d all been making the rounds, all the various Great Sects together - even Jiang Cheng had joined in, as well as Lan Wangji, recently emerged from seclusion with a scowl firmly on his face.

“Why do you think they’re aiming at the Jin sect?” Lan Xichen wondered aloud as they walked around the edges of an abandoned village very close to Lanling - one of the trouble spots. “It’d be one thing if it were one of them, but so many...?”

“My theory is that someone is murdering all of Sect Leader Jin’s outside women so that they’ll go after him,” Jiang Cheng said, then glanced at Jin Guangyao. “No offense meant, of course.”

Jin Guangyao waved a hand dismissively. He’d started loosening up in the time since he met the dragon, revealing a bit more of his sharper and nastier side in a way that made Nie Mingjue respect him more than all of his fake softness had, and for some reason that had made Jiang Cheng warm right up to him. All for the good, in Nie Mingjue’s opinion, since they were all but co-raising that nephew of theirs...

“Who would do that, though?” he asked. “It’s as if they bear him a grudge, but it seems like a roundabout way of going about -”

“Dumpling!”

Nie Mingjue stopped moving.

There was a woman standing in the door to one of the village houses. Like a nu gui she was dressed all in red, but her flesh was ruddy and her complexion vibrant; her luxurious hair looped in a widow’s braids but her figure just as gorgeous as it had ever been.

She held out her hands towards Nie Mingjue, smiling. “Oh, cabbage bun, meat pie, my darling! How have you been?”

“...did she just...”

“Right to Chifeng-zun‘s face?”

Nie Mingjue put Baxia away.

“Mingjue-xiong?” Lan Xichen asked, frowning. “You should be careful; we had heard that this village was abandoned of all human life.”

“No one who calls Chifeng-zun a cabbage bun could be human,” Jiang Cheng mumbled under his breath.

“Second mother?” Nie Mingjue called tentatively as he approached, and ignored how the cultivators around him all abruptly went silent and slack-jawed. “Is that you?”

“Naturally,” she said. “You don’t think I’d miss my baby’s birthday, do you? After you did such a good job taking care of him, too! Oh, my little carp, I’m sorry it took so long. I had to cut one off to escape, you understand, and once you do that you’re really rather stuck until you gather enough power to get back to full strength...would’ve been a touch awkward, wouldn’t you say?”

She certainly talked about as much as Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue reflected.

“He’ll be happy to see you,” he said. If this was the wrong huli jing - and he wouldn’t be shocked if it was, what with the way they changed faces - and a trick was being played, it wouldn’t work on Nie Huaisang. “Were you planning on staying long? Just the birthday, or...?”

He wasn’t giving up Nie Huaisang to anyone at all, not even his birth mother.

“I hadn’t quite decided,” she said, nodding in a way that meant that she understood his meaning and didn’t intend to dispute it; he relaxed at the sight of her agreement. “I got a little distracted, actually. Don’t think I didn’t hear about what that nasty man tried to do to you!”

“Nasty man?” Nie Mingjue asked, puzzled. “Do you mean Wen Ruohan? That was ages ago.”

“Not him, my gooey little egg! That nasty Jin sect leader, all sly and underhanded tricks - not that I mind sly and underhanded tricks, of course, least of all murderous ones - but I mean, really. The gall of that man, thinking he could snap up my little morsel before I could!”

“...does she like Chifeng-zun or want to eat him?” Jiang Cheng whispered.

“Unknown,” Lan Wangji murmured back.

“Shhh,” Lan Xichen said. “A-Yao, are you all right? You’ve gone terribly pale...”

“Anyway, chicken wing, I decided to bring back all of his nightmares to haunt him,” she chattered on cheerfully, throwing her head haughtily, the eyes of all the men and women irresistibly followed the graceful lines of her neck and shoulders, though most of them were able to pull their eyes away a moment later. That was her mercy, rather than their strength; she was a strong enough huli jing to entrap a sect leader, and Nie Mingjue’s father had been no slouch, even if he had bad taste in bed partners. “It’s been ever so much fun.”

Nie Mingjue sighed. “Second mother,” he said. “I thought I asked you not to kill people? As a special birthday favor to me?”

“Oh, pork chop, I know! I haven’t forgotten - no killing people around you, I remember, I remember. I haven’t killed anyone...well, in connection with this, anyway. I just had a little chat with some of my underworld friends and brought the ones who’d already died back.”

Nie Mingjue’s eyes shot straight to a - by now - even more pale Jin Guangyao. “Uh,” he said. “By chance, second mother, did you happen to pass by Yunping...?”

“Such a sweet little tanghulu you are! I could pop you right into my mouth and never frown.” He was only a few steps away from her now, and she danced forward to pat him on the cheek. “Don’t worry! I know how much you care for your friends. I made sure not to send A-Shi anywhere those mean old cultivators could get her.”

“A-Yao! Oh, someone help me, I think he’s stopped breathing - come, sit down -”

“You really need to stop bringing back nu gui,” Nie Mingjue decided to say instead of dealing with...that. “They’re not getting past Jinlin Tower’s defenses anyway, and we’re worried about collateral damage.”

His second mother heaved a sigh. “I know, I know,” she said. “I had the same thought as you, meatball, about the defenses. You caught me just as I finished upgrading.”

Nie Mingjue didn’t like the sound of that.

“Of course, it isn’t working out right,” she added, pouting. “You’d think someone who got accused of being a demon so often wouldn’t be so picky about who he’s being asked to murder.”

“I already told you that I’m not a vicious ghost!” a surprisingly familiar voice retorted from inside the house. “I refuse to go around killing people!”

“Oh no - now Jiang Cheng’s fallen down, too! Wangji, could you - Wangji? Wangji!”

Nie Mingjue covered his face with his hand. “You brought back Wei Wuxian.”

“I brought back Wei Wuxian,” his second mother agreed. “I thought it’d be poetic justice - the wronged man come back for revenge. But he’s being persnickety about it, so I have half a mind to just let him go.”

“Good idea,” Nie Mingjue said, deciding to just - let it go. Someone else could deal with it. Possibly Lan Xichen, since it sounded like everyone else had fainted. “Anyway, you’re far too busy to pursue vengeance right now.”

“I am?”

“I know how much you like to throw parties. Don’t you want to help me plan Huaisang’s twenty fifth?”

“Oh!” She clapped her hands. “Absolutely! We can invite positively everyone that tried to get in your way and show off how good a job raising him you did!”

Nie Mingjue thought back over all the creatures he’d ever encountered.

“We’re going to need a bigger venue.”

#mdzs #nie mingjue #nie huaisang's mother #jin guangyao #lan xichen #lan wangji #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #my fic #my fics #I literally just saw this ask and went HAVE TO WRITE THAT #so congrats #you win the fic lottery #mistkissedmoon #child development

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deerestapologies · 4 years ago

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Little quirks you'll notice once you start dating

Sometimes you only notice weird habits after getting very close to someone

(Bennet + Jean + Diluc)

Bennet

He definitely chews on his nails, but only when he thinks he's somewhere people won't notice he's being a worry wart

He has a morning ritual, that changes every few months, in an attempt to combat his bad luck

It usually includes things like saying goods things out loud or touching things he cherishes

(yes that includes you)

Always burns food, even if he uses just the barest of flames, and so has developed a taste for it. He likes most of his food with a bit of a char on it, even if it sounds like it shouldn't

Likes tucking his head under your chin when snuggling, even if he is taller than you

Jean

He's very ticklish so you gotta be careful where you run your hands when cuddling. He has accidentally kicked you a few times.

Twirls her hair around her finger when she's lost in thought, to the point where if she's had a spacey kind of day you can find one lock of hair is just a bit curlier than the rest of her hair

Also has a morning routine, but this is mostly in place so she can operate on autopilot. She is not really a morning person and will do the entire thing while nearly still asleep

Keeps a spare notepad just for doodling and thought mapping, usually keeps it hidden because it's counter to her put together image

(you have found a caricature of you in those pages a few times)

When you sit next to each other on the couch to relax for the evening, she likes to tuck her hand between your thighs. Not to grope you or anything (usually), she just likes how warm and soft it is, it's like holding hands but not impeding you if you're reading or somethin

Diluc

Despite his erratic schedule, he insists upon giving you a good morning kiss every day

Any sort of hair brushing or head patting will instantly make him melt. If you like brushing or braiding his hair, he'll ask that you only do it at night so he can fully relax.

Rather than big or little spoon, he likes when you lay mostly on top of him. It's a bit like a weighted blanket with the benefit of your heartbeat and scent.

(you have woken up in the middle of the night accidentally inhaling his hair tho)

He tends to keep his gloves and accessories all together in his coat for convenience sake

He does a pocket check every time he puts his coat on anyway cause he misplaced his gloves once

When he's feeling irritable or rundown, he'll attach himself to your hip. Sometimes he wants to talk or cuddle, but most of the time he just wants to be near you and your good vibes to counter his bad day

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin bennett #genshin jean #genshin diluc #an informal apology #<thats my tag for trackin n stuff

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rivalmelty · 3 years ago

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oops i dropped my tp sibs au drabble

Mother had told her to take Link to the stables today so he could pick out the horse that would become his steed.

Excited to have an excuse to see her horse and to teach her little brother something new, she hurried through her morning routine and studies. She was being horribly un-princess-like but by the Goddesses she was allowed to want to be a good older sister.

Link was the perfect little brother for her too.

He would go along with all her plans, listening to every word she said and trailing her like a lost puppy. If there was one thing Zelda would change about her brother (not that she wanted to or anything he‘s perfect just the way he is), she would want to hear his voice. Not once had he ever talked back to her or their parents. Not even when Auru has given him a particularly difficult problem to solve in his studies. Even Zelda found it easier to solve the hardest questions when she mumbled aloud to herself.

But, she would live her life in acceptance of Link’s silence because there was nothing that he could do that would make her not love him.

She did not love, however, that the boy was nowhere to be found. She had checked every room that he was allowed into and there was no sign of him.

Zelda was about to go ask Mother where he might be but she stopped herself when she remembered the doctor’s appointment the queen had mentioned over breakfast.

Stumped, the young princess decided to march herself over to the stables without her little brother. The ranch hand ought to know why she was arriving later than she had previously scheduled.

“Good afternoon your Highness.” Tenr, the ranch hand, was waiting just outside the stables for her. He inclined his head when she did a curtsey for him.

“I apologize for my tardiness, Tenr. I can’t seem to find my brother.”

Tenr looked confused briefly before letting out a breathy chuckle. “No need to apologize, your Highness. His grace, Prince Link, is already in the stables. He likes to visit in his free time.”

Well, that was a surprise to her.

Link had never mentioned he’d already been to the stables. Technically, he hadn’t mentioned anything in the few weeks he’s been here but normally he would gesture what he wanted to do. It was sort of like he was asking Zelda permission to explore their home.

Wait.

Had he already picked a steed for himself? Does he already know how to ride a horse? Questions that swirled through Zelda’s head were put to a halt when a hand placed itself on her shoulder.

“Your Highness? Are you alright?” Tenr had crouched down to be at eye level, expression clouded in worry.

Zelda quickly nodded. “I’m alright!” she said. “Would you mind taking me to Link, please?”

The ranch hand smiled. “Of course, your Highness.”

The two walked through the stables. They paused briefly when Zelda’s own mare neighed in recognition of her owner.

The princess’ horse was called Astraea. She was a beautiful white shire horse with small flowers intertwined with the small braids throughout her long mane. Gently patting the horse’s pink nose and murmuring soft hellos, Zelda continued on promising to be back soon.

When the two approached the back of the stables, a soft humming tune could be heard filling the space. Tenr bid his farewell, saying the prince was just at the end of the stable.

The song was soft and home-y sounding even if Zelda had never heard it before. The voice behind it was light, if a bit scratchy, but also one she did not recognize.

When she reached the last corridor, she found him. Link had his back to her, with his forehead placed against that of a Clydesdale filly.

It took a moment of just watching him to realize that the song was coming from Link himself. Zelda felt tears welling in her eyes and a smile stretched across her face. It was such a beautiful and private scene, she almost turned and left right then and there. She didn’t want to invade her brother’s personal time even if she did want to enjoy it with him.

But the song stopped abruptly.

The filly’s ears flickered, catching Link’s attention to Zelda’s presence. The prince’s face flickered with worry at being caught somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be and at the tears in the princess’ eyes.

“That’s a beautiful song, Link.” She took a slow step towards him. “Is it yours?”

Link’s eyes flickered all over, searching for any signs that he might be in trouble. When he found none, he softly nodded.

The filly behind him, no longer caring about Zelda’s presence moved her face back towards Link’s, desperate for attention once again.

“She seems to like you.” Link flushed red. “Her name is Epona.” The prince turned stock-still eyes widened in recognition but Zelda continued on without noticing.

“She comes from a long line of strong battle horses. They say that the first Epona was that of the Hero of Time’s. When his Epona had a foal, the hero presented it to the royal family as a gift for the new Queen. Since then, Epona’s descendants have served the royal family by being the steed of the head knight. However, that tradition almost ended when the last head knight retired and took Epona with him. But recently that Epona was found in a wood all alone, pregnant, and sick. She had this Epona here but passed away shortly after.”

Link had turned away from Zelda again sometime during her story. His face was buried in the filly’s neck, arms tangled in her mane. Epona let it happen, her head resting on the boy’s shoulder.

The princess reached out, placing a warm hand on her brother’s other shoulder. “I think she’d be perfect for you.”

Link nodded, saying nothing, and not moving from the comfort brought by the horse and the princess.

The three stayed there for a while before Link pulled away first. His eyes were glossy and cheeks red but he smiled wider than Zelda had seen before. She smiled back just as wide.

When the queen saw her two children racing around the field until sunset from the window of her quarters, she smiled knowing that they would have each other even if she could not be there to watch over them.

#tp sibs au #orionwrotethis #this has not been edited #also #don’t get attached to tenr #i made that mistake long ago #oh and zeldie is like 10 #and link is like 7 #I THINK #I CANT REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD #also tart and i checked today #we have 70 fucking pages of sibs #quite literally what the fuck your honor

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Hi hun, I don't know if your requests are open right now, but I could really use some sort of comfort Imagine right now and I was hoping I could come and ask you. It doesn't even have to be a full set of Headcanons, just a short blurb about some Characters will do if that's fine with you.

I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, and I keep imagining the Fellowship taking care of me, so I thought I'd ask for an Imagine about that. I have a really weird condition where my right leg is physically longer than my left, which causes really intense pain in my hip and leg and also difficulty walking, so I've been really struggling with that lately. There's also the chronic fatigue from my sleep apnea, I'm absolutely covered in bruises that I don't remember getting, the classic anxiety and depression and executive dysfunction.. it's just been a difficult week tbh.

I'd appreciate any kind words right now. Thanks for being so kind and supportive to me, it means more than you could ever know. I hope it's alright that I ask this of you. Godspeed, hun 💕

Comfort HC’s

Platonic!Fellowship x Reader

Post LOTR; Comfort

Warnings: Mentions chronic pain, anxiety, depression, PTSD

A/N: Hello Ro! I’m sorry this took a while, I hope the pain eases soon and that these headcanons help. If you ever need to talk, my DM's are open anytime!

You’ve known the Fellowship ever since you were a little girl. You met them when your parents sent you off to Imladris to seek the aid of Lord Elrond, one of the greatest healers in Middle-Earth. For you had an unusual physical condition, where your right leg grew longer than your left. It made walking difficult and a burning pain to spiderweb from your hip down.

Lord Elrond tried everything he could in his power to help you, and yet there was little he could do except ease the pain. No amount of magic can prevent physical growth.

The tears that welled up in your eyes that day pained him more than any wound can. A child, barely twelve years old, experiencing such excruciating pain right in front of him, and yet he can’t do anything about it. And from that moment on, he promised to you that he’d do anything he can to help you, and care for you.

So with the permission of your worried parents, Lord Elrond gave you an offer to stay in Imladris for as long as you wish. To heal and receive the care you need. Which you kindly accepted.

For years up to adulthood, you lived in Imladris; drinking Athleas tea every morning and night for the pain and sleep apnea. While it wasn’t a cure, it helped make life much more bearable. Allowing you to enjoy certain activities and walk around with only half the pain.

During those years you became great friends with the Fellowship. For they travelled often to Imladris to visit and rest between trips. They became your family, always joking and telling stories of their travels; teaching you new tricks and how to defend yourself. And in return you’d tell them stories of the elves around you. How the Ellon in the smithy loves to tease the Elleth in the bakery. Or how the children would braid flower crowns for you.

The boys know of your difficulties with your leg and illnesses. They’re constantly worried for you; asking how you are, helping when the pain begins to spike and holding you when you begin to cry. Everytime it starts getting bad again, they tell you it's okay to feel weak and to cry. That you don’t have to be strong all the time.

Aragorn

Aragorn is surprisingly soft despite his tough exterior

He believes that crying and venting about your frustrations is the most healthy way to deal

So on days you are having a rough time he’ll sit down with you in his lap, holding you tightly into his chest. One arm around your body and one hand in your hair

Aragorn will let you cry and yell into him, all while pressing small kisses into your hair

He’s not a very wordy person, so it’s not often he will whisper sweet things, but when he does. It’s always so soft and helps relax you

“Deep breaths Hun, It’ll be okay”

Legolas

A soft baby- an absolute angel when it comes to comforting you

Legolas is very big on grounding yourself and staying focused on your surroundings

So when he notices you’re beginning to have a rough time, nearing a panic attack, He preps a cup of Athleas tea and brings you to a private area

He’ll have you sit between his legs, and his arms gently wrapped around you torso

Legolas will have you ground yourself by telling him 3 things you smell, feel, hear and see

“Close your eyes, little one and listen… Listen to the birds sing”

As you begin to relax, he whispers praises, proud of how strong you are

“You’re doing so well, I’m proud of you”

Boromir

I love this man oml

If you’re bedridden due to the pain he’d 100% do whatever you ask of him

Need more pillows? Steals them from every. Single. Bedroom.

“Boro- holy crap how many did you take!?”

“Uh.. all?”

There is now a national shortage of pillows

Need more warmth? Will make a nest of blankets and wrap you up in his cloak

Comfort?? CUDDLES FOR DAYS

Boromir is there for you every step of the way

If you start crying, He might cry with you- absolutely hates seeing you in such pain

“I’m sorry- Im so sorry Darling. I wish there was more I could do for you”

Gimli

In true Gimli fashion, when he notices your anxiety he 100% wants to fight whoever triggered it

He gets a bit aggressive in the beginning, insisting to fist fight your problems away

but when you tell him that it’s something that can't be fought off, that its a constant thing, he calms down and just

“Oh”

“Oh oh wait Im so sorry”

Cue soft Gimli

Will rub your back affectionately while speaking softly

Asking if there is anything he could do to help

Another babe who will do anything you ask of him

If the panic attack happens in public, Gimli will bring you somewhere more private

He’ll shield you with his body from the eyes of the public and glare at anyone who dares stare

Not very good with soft comfort but if you ever need to feel safe and protected go to him

“Dont worry Lassie” (head pats) “I’ll protect you, You’re safe now”

Frodo

Sweet darling baby angel bean

He completely understands your anxieties and pain

Frodo did carry the one ring across middle earth after all

He absolutely has PTSD from it, so there have been many times the two of you would stay up late together when you can’t sleep, drinking tea

You find comfort in the fact that he’s quite similar to you, and vice versa

Most often, you guys will talk about what's going on and comfort each other

On the nights the two of you don’t wish to talk, Frodo will read stories to you

His voice is so soft and comforting, It never fails to lull you to sleep

“None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window” He reads aloud, peaking up at you and notices the way your lips part, a soft snore emitting. He hums, “Goodnight Y/N, sleep well”

Sam

This hobbit is such a softie

He understands that with mental disorders, you may forget to eat or care for yourself

So he always watches you, making sure you’re eating and you aren’t

Oh boy

Will cook your favorite meals and make you sit with him to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner

“Ah, I hope you enjoy the meal. I made your favorite!”

“Thank you, Sam..”

Ensuring you drink your water

Or if you don’t like plain water, make some tea. Anything really to make sure you get your fluids

As a gardener, Sam is busy quite often, tending to, well, gardens

He’ll set up a picnic nearby for you with finger sandwiches, drinks, and fruit that way you had company and can relax fully in the peacefulness of nature

Definitely will give you a bouquet of flowers at the end of the day

“I picked these for you Y/N!”

Merry and Pippin

Okay so these two are together cause well. They’re always together

Except that one scene

Absolute kings of distraction when you’re feeling depressed

You might want to just sleep it off- but we all know that never really helps

They’ll make so many jokes and sing and dance around just to make you laugh

Which often leads to them singing even louder and cruder, annoying every elf in the area

“Lucky Annie was a lady who’d been pleased by many men- They all would sail away but then they’d come right back again”

Yes they sing sea shanties

Oops

On days that you don’t have the energy to deal with such shenanigans, they’ll tone it down

The three of you will often be found in the field during these days, Tossing a ball back n forth

Or giggling amongst yourself, gossiping about the rest of the fellowship

“I don’t know Merry, Gandalf is kinda hot in an old man way”

“Pippin what the hell”

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