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togrowoldinv · 1 year ago

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Meteors

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you start working on the Barton’s farm, you meet Natasha

Note: It’s been wayyy too long since I’ve been able to make time to write. Hope y’all enjoy this Nat fluff!

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Natasha watches from the front porch as a truck she’s unfamiliar with pulls up in the driveway. Just when she’s about to go ask Laura if she had any idea who was arriving, the woman steps out onto the porch.

“Right on time,” Laura comments mostly to herself.

“Who’s this?” Natasha asks, her attention is piqued.

“The new farmhand,” Laura explains. “She’s been working here every week for about a month now. Clint didn’t tell you?”

Nat shakes her head.

“Well, she’s pretty great at it,” the older woman continues. “Come meet her.”

Natasha follows Laura down the steps and to the truck. You are unloading a bale of hay from the bed of the truck when they walk up.

“Hello!” Laura greets you. She’s always so kind. “How are you?”

“I’m doing well,” you reply before turning around to actually see her. “How are you?”

You drop the bale onto the group and turn to see more than one person standing there.

“Oh hi,” you say to the new person. She politely lifts the corners of her lips, but doesn’t quite smile at you.

“This is Nat,” Laura says. “Nat, this is y/n.”

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you say, holding your hand out for her shake. She takes it in hers and the eye contact you make lingers.

“Oh, I forgot I have cookies in the oven,” Laura says. “I’ll be back. Nat why don’t you get to know y/n a bit.”

With that, Laura leaves you there with this beautiful stranger. God, she really is beautiful. You both stand there a little awkwardly before you make a move to talk to her more.

“So, how do you know the Bartons?” You ask.

“I work with Clint,” Nat says. You try not to let yourself go weak in the knees at hearing her voice for the first time. “You’re probably familiar with what we do.”

“Partially,” you say with a soft laugh. “I better get started for the day. I’ll see you around?”

Nat nods and walks back towards the house. You work the rest of the day with Natasha on your mind. She had uttered barely ten words to you, and yet you can’t get her out of your head.

A few days go by before you see her again. It’s early in the morning when you arrive. Natasha is sitting in a rocking chair with baby Nate in her arms. You walk to the porch to say hello.

“Good morning,” you greet her.

“Good morning, y/n,” she says. You try memorize the way your name sounds coming from her lips.

“He’s up early,” you comment.

“Yeah, a little too early. I offered to hang out with him while Clint and Laura sleep in,” Nat replies.

You smile at that.

“You’re here earlier today,” Nat says. You try not to overanalyze why she knows your schedule so well. It’s probably just the spy in her, you think.

“I am indeed. The cows need some extra work today, so I got here early,” you explain. “Come on out to pasture if you get bored. I’ll be there all day.”

“I just might do that,” Natasha replies.

You get a boost of confidence from her words. After you bid her a farewell for now, you drive out to the cattle field.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Barton family wakes up. The kids eat breakfast and start chores. Clint asks Nat to help him with some outside work.

A few hours go by and Laura calls everyone in for lunch. Natasha looks around the kitchen for you, but she doesn’t see you.

“Is y/n eating with us?” She asks.

“She likes to stay out there and work, so I usually take her some food after we eat,” Laura explains. She tries to read Nat’s expression. “You could take it to her today if you want.”

“Oh, sure. Yeah I can do that,” Nat says.

Laura smiles knowingly. The family eats and then Natasha makes her way to you.

At the sight of you wrangling cows, she can’t help but smile. You’ve shed the light jacket you were wearing this morning and she can see how strong you are.

“Oh hey, Natasha!” You say once you see her.

“Hey,” she replies, her head cocked to the side a little to examine your current position. “Do I even want to know what you’re doing?”

“Probably not,” you reply. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Lunch,” Nat says. “Laura’s famous grilled cheese.”

You walk away from the cows and towards Natasha. She stands by the truck, so you open the tailgate and sit on it. You pat the area next to you as a way to ask her to sit.

She hands you the lunch bag and lightly blushes when your hand touches hers.

“Thank you, Nat,” you say. “Wait, do you prefer Nat or Natasha?”

“Either one,” she says, shrugging. “Technically my name isn’t Natasha, but I’ve always gone by that.”

“That is a fun fact,” you say. Nat laughs. You try to memorize the sound. “I like Natasha.”

“Then call me Natasha,” she says.

There’s a silence, but it’s not awkward. You eat your sandwich and watch the animals move around the farm. You wonder what Natasha is thinking about as she swings her legs and sits next to you.

“It’s so peaceful out here,” the redhead breaks the silence. “I feel like I can actually think and be free.”

“Yeah, I love it. Being out on a farm is my comfort place. So far, this one is my favorite,” you say.

“Why’s that?”

“The people. Clint, Laura, the kids,” you say. “And you.”

“I’m already a reason?”

“You were a reason I love this place the second I met you,” you say. You didn’t mean for it to come across so cheesily, but Nat doesn’t seem to mind. “Hey, how long are you staying here for?”

“A few more weeks maybe,” Natasha says. “Why?”

“In two weeks there’s supposed to be a meteor shower. Maybe we could come out in the field and watch it together?”

“Sounds fun,” Nat says, trying to act casual.

“I better get back to helping Clint. He’ll be pissed I let him stack bricks alone.”

You chuckle at her words. You want to ask her to stay, but at least you know you’ll be seeing her around.

And from that point on, Natasha brings you lunch every day. Laura doesn’t even have to ask her to do it. Nat wants to. She seems to sit with you longer and longer each day.

It all leads up to the night of the meteor shower. You wear a nice shirt and jeans and drive over to the farm.

When you knock on the door, Lila answers. You greet the family and have dinner with them. Natasha is in her element here. You can see how she lights up around the kids. And she loves watching you interact with them too.

Once dinner is over, you and Natasha sneak outside. You drive out to the field and lay a blanket down in the bed of the truck.

“Very fancy,” Nat comments.

“Only the best for you, Natasha,” you joke. “Laying down is the best way to see it.”

You both lie down a respectable distance from each other, but close enough that you both have butterflies.

“You know when I was a kid, I loved anything that glowed in the sky,” Nat opens up. “Stars, planets, and things that didn’t even really have to do with the sky. Like fireflies.”

“That’s really sweet, Natasha. I love those too,” you say. “There’s so many out here in the summer.”

“I wish I saw them more.”

“You’ve gotta move out here I guess,” you say. “Oh look!”

You point to the first meteor falling. Nat watches with bright eyes. You can’t drag your eyes away from the way she glows in the night light. Her green eyes are illuminated by the scene happening in the sky.

Natasha turns her head to the side and catches you staring.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, looking away a bit.

“Don’t be,” Nat says. “But you are missing the show up there.”

“It’s fun to watch you watch it,” you say. “You’re beautiful, you know?”

Natasha definitely blushes at that. Her hand finds yours between the two of you. You’re it sure who leans in first, but you end up just centimeters from her lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Natasha asks.

“Please,” you reply.

The distance is shattered between the two of you. Natasha’s kiss is soft, but firm. Her intentions are clear as she moves her perfect lips over yours.

“Now we’re both missing the show up there,” Natasha jokes when she pulls away.

“So worth it,” you say.

You kiss Natasha again. And again. And a few more times before you decide to go back to the house.

“I’ll see you in the morning?” You ask her once you’ve walked up to the front door together.

“Yes,” Natasha says. “Thanks for tonight, y/n. I haven’t enjoyed myself this much in a long time.”

“Anytime, Natasha. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” she says.

You hug her for the first time and love the way she feels in your arms. It’s like she is perfectly shaped to be in your grasp.

You share a brief kiss before you let her go inside. As you walk back to the truck, you can’t help but do a little happy dance. Natasha watches through the window and laughs.

This is the start of something amazing. You can feel it.

You’re falling for her faster than the meteors fell in the sky. Little do you know, she’s falling for you in the exact same way.

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mattsunsdollie · 22 days ago

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Cowboy Tamer

Matt Rempe x Fem!Reader

The last week of your Texas getaway is approaching. What better way to end it by going to a rodeo?

The time on the large farm has gone by far too quick. The days seemed to bleed into each other, a simple calming routine that you and Matt followed.

This retreat allowed for Matt to truly relax during his post season. Even sleeping in past 9 am which was rare, but the country side had that effect. You already knew as the last days began approaching Matt would hate having to leave.

The past weeks he had become so used to this lifestyle, this routine with you. He became a local at the farmers markets, he even knew the neighbors that were miles down the road. This farm truly brought out a different side of him.

Cutting two pieces of an apple pie that you baked earlier in the day, you watched as the sun set through the kitchen window. Placing two spoons on the plate, you made your way to the porch.

Turning the switch on to the porch lights, you see Matt sitting on a rocking chair looking at the fields.

Turning his neck at the sudden change in lighting he offers you a small smile. “What ya got there baby?” he asked, with a little twang that he picked up.

“Cut us some apple pie, a little sweet treat” you responded, sitting on his lap, legs draping over the arm of the chair. His large hands immediately found a home on your knees.

“Can’t get better than this” he says, taking the spoon in his hand and eating a piece of the pie. You leaned into him, your face laying in the crook of his neck.

“I’m gonna miss this” Matt says, breaking the silence. “I know, everything here is beautiful” you say getting a spoonful of the sweet pie. “Why don’t we do a big activity before we leave, something you’ll never forget” you say as you sit up slightly, looking at his face.

He takes his last bite of pie, and thinks to himself. “When I stopped by the barbecue place earlier I saw a flyer for a rodeo. It’s gonna be tomorrow night at 9”

You place your hand on his chest, “That’s it! We’ll go to a rodeo, it’ll be so much fun. That’s a great way to end our trip” He can’t hide the smile creeping on his face from the way you got so excited.

“I’ll go into town tomorrow mornin’ and get the details.” you nodded, fingers playing with the pendant laying on his shirt.

Silence filled the space as you both looked at the fields. The sky that was filled with colorful hues now a darker color. “Gonna go wash these baby” you say sweetly, getting of his lap.

Matt follows, getting off the rocking chair. He opens the door for you, and you can hear him locking it. Ever since the last time you two fucked, the house just felt different.

Living in New York never felt like this, it had your ovaries going wild. As you turn the sink on you can see Matt kicking his boots off. The baggy jeans still not hiding the muscles on his legs.

He walks up behind you as you scrub the plate, kissing your shoulder. His hands go immediately to your stomach. His large palms rubbed over it as he left kisses all over your shoulders and head.

“Gonna go take a shower darling, I’m beat.” He says, before leaving a final kiss at your temple. You hum, placing everything in the kitchen rack and turning off the sink. You turn around, grabbing his hand and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Go, I’ll lock up down here and I’ll meet you in bed” you say, standing on your tippy toes to give him a small kiss. He nods, and he begins to make his way through the kitchen to go up stairs.

You do some light cleaning, just wiping the table and closing the curtains. After turning off the lights you make your way up the wooden stairs, where you can hear the shower is still running.

The older house had the basic electrical necessities, which meant no tv’s. You open the bathroom door, seeing Matt’s silhouette through the shower curtains.

You go about your nightly routine as Matt talks about whatever is on his mind for the remainder of his shower. You eventually make it to the bedroom, turning on the light. You take of the clothes of the day and slip on one of Matt’s shirts, which means it fit you like a dress.

You crack the window open, allowing for a cool breeze to enter the plain bedroom. You pull back the cotton white sheets, and place your pillows accordingly. You finally get in bed, the cold sheets hitting your warm bare legs.

Before you knew it, Matt was coming in the bedroom. Towel in hand as he dried his face, while just in boxers. His tone body completely in display as he grabbed a comb that was on top of the dresser.

After combing his brown hair back, he turns the light off. The little moonlight that’s peeking through the small bedroom window shows his well sculpted body.

Resting on your elbow, you watch as he gets in the bed. He lays on his back after fixing the pillows and then grabs the back of your thigh. He massages the skin before pulling you to straddle him.

You lay chest to chest, a comfortable silence filling the dark room. He massages your thighs, going under his shirt that you’re wearing. His cold hands leave goosebumps over your skin.

You could feel him growing hard under you, the anticipation making you get wetter by the minute. His hands lay over your ass, a hand on each cheek.

He grabs them, pulling and groping at them. The only sound in the room coming from your lips opening mixed with the slickness.

“What’s got ya so wet and needy baby?” he asks. “You” you respond, pushing your ass more on his hands.

“I’ll take care of you” he says, hands slipped into your underwear. His hands now massage your bare cheeks before going down to your pussy.

You’re left basically open and ready as you straddle his waist. His long fingers go up and down, collecting your juices. You turn your face from laying on his collarbone.

Hand grabbing his bicep you close the gap. Moaning into the kiss as his fingers dance around your clenching hole.

You can’t help but push down further into his hand, hoping to get more friction. His tongue slides over your plump lips, and you allow him to enter.

Mean while, he inserts one finger, slowly pumping it. It feels like the room is spinning, his erected pressing against your inner thigh mixed with the certain curve of his finger inside you.

The kiss is passionate and heavy. You can feel just how much he also wants this, but you know he’s tired- and well so are you. He slips another finger, two digits pumping in and out at a rapid pace. Causing your walls to clench, and you can feel your juices leaking down his palm.

You grab his wrist, tightly before moaning out “W-wait oh fuck please” and he slowly removes them while still stimulating your clit.

You sit up, moving onto his thighs and release his erection. You remove your soaked underwear after removing his boxers. You spit lightly on his cock and lay it flat against his stomach. Hovering lightly, you place yourself completely on it.

The slickness engulfing his dick, and then you rock yourself back and forth. You can feel the veins as you push yourself on him.

Your head rolls back when you feel the head of his dick touch your clit. It feels too good, and now you’re wondering on how long you have been missing out on this.

All that fills your ears is the sound of his dick being coated and it should be embarrassing, but you’re so close you couldn’t care less.

His hands push his shirt up to see your breasts, pinched your hardened nipples. He groaning at the new sensation you’re causing, he can’t keep his eyes away from it. The way you’re fucking yourself on him has his mind going dizzy.

“So close baby, please” you whisper out, opening your eyes to maintain eye contact with him. His large hands on your hips now to push and pull you as he pleases. Your arms on his chest are the only thing keeping you up.

And when he bucks his hips up and hits your clit at a certain speed your body is convulsing. The orgasm from just grinding on him was enough to have your mind blank.

He keeps pushing and pulling at your hips like you’re a toy until he cums. Hot white liquid sprays onto his stomach, and you’re mesmerized at the sight.

Pushing yourself back onto his thighs you can see the sheer white coat you left on him. Grabbing his dick you suck at the top lightly, getting whatever’s left out.

Then you lay it back down onto his stomach. Your tongue starting at the base of his cock, going up and then onto his stomach collecting his seed. “Shit, what’s gotten into ya” he groans, grabbing you by the back of the neck and kissing you intensely.

You giggle, straddling him once more. “What you didn’t like it?” you ask innocently. He rolls his eyes, his chest still rising and lowering at a semi rapid pace.

“Gonna kill me baby” he says as rubs circles into your hip, with you still laying on him. You hum lightly, feeling the tiredness of the day creep back up on you.

When you wake up the sun is shining heavily into the room. Your limbs are sprawled out all over the bed. You turn and see Matt is no longer in bed, but the smell of coffee informs you he’s still home.

Rubbing your eyes you stretch, and slowly get out of bed. Matt’s shirt covering the fact your panties are still discarded on the floor from last night.

You make your way down the wooden stairs after your morning routine. You see Matt in the kitchen with an apron cooking eggs.

“Morning” you groggily say, rubbing your eyes for the millionth time. “Good morning love, ‘m almost done with the food” he says, stirring the eggs on the stove. You lay your forehead on his back, letting his natural scent engulf you.

You both had eggs with freshly squeezed orange juice that Matt had picked up from the farmers market that week. After you both finished eating you stayed sitting at the kitchen table.

“About the rodeo, I spoke with one of the neighbors. It’s only 15 minutes from here, I say we leave around 8:30 to get good seats” he says, pouring himself and you more juice.

You nod, “What are you gonna wear?” you ask him. Whatever he wears you hope he puts on the cowboy hat. “I was thinkin’ of buying us some clothes from in town. It’ll be like a souvenir” and now you’re really enticed.

The early parts of the afternoon were filled with going to small shops and trying on endless amounts of clothes. Before you knew it, 5 o’clock was creeping up and you both needed to head home to get ready for the event.

When you finally did arrive at the house you immediately showered, scrubbing and exfoliating yourself. You then began doing your hair and makeup. It wasn’t long before Matt got out of the shower and began changing.

You could see him through the mirror pull up his jeans and throw on a fitted white tee. Even with a basic outfit he still found a way to look incredible. And then the finishing touch, he slipped the brown cowboy hat on.

“No rush love, I’ll wait for ya downstairs” he said, kissing the top of your head before leaving the room.

You get through your makeup relatively quickly and begin to get dressed. You pick a mini denim dress that’s open in the back. The shortness of the dress could be seen as scandalous, but you know with Matt next to you no one will try anything.

You slip on the cowboy boots Matt bought you earlier that day. You take one final look in the mirror you head downstairs.

Matt’s sitting on the couch, legs spread looking good enough to eat. He makes a low whistle, “Do a spin darling” he says.

You were never embarrassed or shy infront of him, but now you were. You do a little spin, showing him the dress. He stands to his full height, “God I wish we could stay in now” he says kissing the corner of your mouth.

“You can wait til after the rodeo” you reply sassily, rolling your eyes while grabbing your purse from the coffee table.

He laughs while leading you out of the house, a large hand firm on your exposed back.

The blue dingy pick up truck takes you to what you could describe as an arena. There’s crowds of people, all trying to the get the best seat. You squish yourself into Matt’s side, making sure you don’t lose him.

He guides you to a row of empty seats, where you get to see a perfect view of everything. You see as men prepare the animals for the show. Then the lights dim down, and you hear the announcer introduce each of the men who will ride the animals.

Matt places his hand on your thigh, giving it a reaffirming squeeze. Before you knew it, the show had started. A brunette man was riding an animal that was running all over and jumping. The crowd was lively, women and men screaming.

It was like something you’ve never seen before. It was definitely an experience you could only have in Texas.

When the night came to an unfortunate end, you and Matt made your way back to the pick up truck. Goosebumps littered your skin from the cool night breeze.

“That was an amazing show” you say as you get into the car. Matt closes your door and makes his way over to the drivers side. “It was better than I thought” he replies.

The car shakes as the engine turns on before Matt turns the headlights on. He ensures you have your seatbelt on before pulling out of the gravel road and going onto a dirt road.

All you could see was darkness and trees. Nothing for miles and miles to come. You scoot closer to Matt, palms making their way to his thigh. You lightly massage the muscle, resting your head on his shoulder.

“What’ya doin baby?” he asks, eyes still focused on the road. “Can’t I appreciate my man?” you ask, mischief clear in your voice.

Matt knows where this will lead to, but he’ll wait for you to push all the right buttons. He lets you rub and touch him, and then when you accidentally brush over his erection he’s parking the car next to some bushes in a secluded area.

He turns the car off in an instant. “Don’t wanna wait anymore darling” he says, grabbing you and positioning you on his lap.

You sit happily, your back slightly supporting itself on the wheel. The dress rising high as you accommodate his thighs between your legs.

You grab the chain hanging off his neck and pull him into a kiss. He wastes no time and puts his hands under your skirt. He pulls the side of your underwear, letting it slap back onto your skin. Which causes you to grind yourself down on him.

“You wanna know what I heard around here?” he asks into your skin, kissing your neck. You let out a pathetic noise to signal him to just answer. He nips on your throat, before sucking harshly.

“If a cowboy puts his hat on ya, you gotta ride ‘em” he says, placing his hat on you. You grab the hat, pushing it down on your head, ensuring it won’t come off.

“Let me ride you then cowboy” you say, elbows resting on the wheel as you lift your hips up. Matt takes this as access to push his jeans just enough to get his erection out.

You scrunch up your dress to go over your hips, pulling your thong to the side. Matt’s seat is leaned back, stroking his cock.

“Get it wet” he says, and all you can do is smirk. Spitting in your hand you begin to slowly jack him off. Apply just enough pressure on the head, the car is already filled with slick noises.

“Thought I was the one in control?” you say, letting go and positioning yourself over him. He shakes his head, hands cupping each cheek as you lower yourself.

“Go head, take control baby”

The stretch always has you at a loss for words. His hands now gripping your dress, trying to hold onto the last bit of sanity he has left. You can feel his rough jeans under you as you sit completely on him.

Your hand lays on the window for support as you slowly lift your hips. You quickly slam yourself back down. “So big baby” you moan out, head titled to the side as you continue to fuck ourself on him.

Your inner thighs are bound to be wet from your slick. The whole situation has you incredibly turned on. Matt’s thumb lazily rubs your clit as you continue to ride him.

Your thighs and calves are burning from bouncing, but you couldn’t stop if you wanted. A string of pleas leave your mouth, not begging for anything in particular. You unconsciously begin to slow down, gripping him harder as you go up.

His hand slaps your ass, causing you to fall into his chest. “Thought ya were in control darling? C’mon fuck me like ya mean it” he says, hands griping your ass and fucking up into you.

“C-can’t! Oh fuck so good, please don’t stop” you cry out as he starts lifting you and slamming you down into his thighs.

Your jaw slack as his tip hits the spongy spot inside you, over and over. The dingy truck is shaking, and you’re glad you’re in the middle of nowhere.

“Oh Matt, gonna cum” you moan, hands tangled in his hair. He grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to be up right again.

“Not gonna cum unless ya ride me properly, go ‘head” he says, thumb rubbing your cheek. All you can do is grind on him, chasing stimulation. Your mind completely fuzzy as you’re filled to the brim.

You slowly lift your hips once more, all the way to the tip, and go back down. “There ya go, fucking me like you mean it” he teases. Your hand goes down your body, toying with your sensitive and puffy clit.

Your head rolls back slightly as you continue to bounce. “I feel y-you in my stomach” you whisper out, eyes closing.

Matt quickly grabs your head, ensuring the hat doesn’t fall off. “Almost lost something there baby, don’t worry now- just focus on squeezing me” he mutters out.

His large hands locking your hands behind your back, bucking up with all his weight. The pleasure intensified. The thick air in the car, mixed with the occasional stimulation to your clit by the jeans had your head spinning.

All you could do was lay on Matt and take it. “Gonna, fuck, cum so hard” he groaned out in your ear, grip tightening.

“Please, give me it. I need it so bad” was the only sentence your brain could form. Body convulsing and gripping Matt. The orgasm had your ears ringing, and soaking Matt’s dick.

Releasing your hands he gripped the fat of your ass, moving you up and down roughly. “Yeah? Want me to come inside? Better not waste a drop baby” he moaned out, hips coming to a stop. His cum shooting inside you while he continued to move your hips.

Panting, you rolled the window down. The slight crack allowing for fresh air to enter the foggy car. Slowly pulling your dress down, you crawled back into your seat.

The smell of sex was evident, which made you take a mental note to air out the rental before returning it.

Matt quickly turned the engine on and pulled back into the road. There was nothing for miles, not even a car. Until a pair of red and blue flashing lights filled the dim area. An older man stepped out of his car, holding a flashlight.

The officer held the light and both you and Matt. He had questioned why Matt was going at 50 in a 25 mph zone. You didn’t realize he was going that fast, so you quickly chimed in saying you weren’t feeling well.

Seeing how it was late and you two were just trying to get home, the officer left you both with just a warning.

“Thank you officer, I promise I’ll make sure to tame this cowboy”

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strawbewee · 8 months ago

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Family Man Farmer Logan (2)

dad!logan x fem!reader

YIPPIE part two!!!! thank you and credit to @mega-kittyglitter-1 for the idea of bringing wade in :)

i've also just decided to name the kid because i don't like referring to her as 'your daughter' so yeah

divider credit to @cafekitsune

part one

warnings: wade breaks the fourth wall

Logan held your daughter, Jean, as the two walked towards the stables. She messed with his beard hairs while they did so, to which Logan ignored.

"You remember the rules when we feed the horses?" He asked, his gruff voice holding softness to it as he brought her to the small stable he'd built along with several other buildings on the farm.

"Listen to what Daddy says." Jean repeated a bit vaguely, and he chuckled.

"Yes, listen to what I say. You gotta be easy with 'em. I know you're so excited to see 'em but loud noises can scare 'em." He explained, grabbing a bag of apples he kept around. The horses had grass and hay and the such inside the stable, but Jean liked feeding them applies, so he'd indulge her.

"But they're so much bigger than me!!!" She exclaimed incredulously.

"I know, but you're much louder than 'em sometimes." He chuckled, heading to one of the pens where a chestnut colored horse with flowers in her mane (courtesy of you and Jean), who was named Indy. She was the nicer one compared to her brother, Bishop. He was a bit challenging, more likely to fight with Logan. He was usually a good boy, though. Logan was a fierce man, able to establish boundaries and get some mutual respect going on between the two.

One time, Bishop had tried to nip at Jean when she was a baby. You'd never seen Logan so angry with an animal. He of course understood that the horse had been offended and maybe a bit frightened by Jean patting his nose with no warning, but the thought of anything or anyone hurting his girl was enough to make him fume.

Logan held Jean up, as she was nowhere near tall enough to reach the horses on her own. "You know what to do." He said softly, not too worried about Indy hurting Jean, but he was always careful when it came to his babygirl.

Jean carefully and slowly reached out with a big smile on her face, holding the apple in the palm of her hand. Indy made a happy snort and ate the apple whole, cronching on it loudly. Jean giggled infectiously, looking at Logan as she reached out to pet the horse.

"You're good, babygirl." He assured her, glad that Jean was so obedient when it came to this stuff. She was stubborn like her parents but neither of you played around when it came to her safety.

Jean gently began to stroke Indy's snout, a big grin on her face while she did so. Logan held her there for a while, until Jean pulled on his flannel to lead her over to Bishop. Luckily, she didn't have any bad memories of the horse trying to bite her, so she wasn't too afraid.

"Same thing, babygirl. Nice and easy." Logan hummed, giving her an apple to offer to the bigger horse. With no fear, she held out the apple to the horse, smiling innocently. Bishop hesitated, but did lean forward and take the apple from her hand. Logan nodded, pleased. "There we are, was that fun?" He asked Jean, who nodded happily as she carefully pet Bishop as well.

"Daddy, can we go pick flowers for Mommy?" She asked.

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." He chuckled, letting her say goodbye to Indy and Bishop before taking her out to the field of flowers that you mainly took care of. Logan was the handy man, dealing with the animals and any heavy lifting. He set her down, and she immediately went running to get the perfect amount of flowers.

God was he glad his daughter got to grow up in a space like this. If she was a mutant, it hadn't developed yet. If she was, he'd be even more grateful. She wouldn't have to worry about anybody trying to hurt her. You and him had the tools to homeschool her if necessary, and she had a big wide open space for growing and developing and learning.

His little daydream was interrupted by the crackling sound of a vehicle on the dirt road coming to the farm. His eyebrows furrowed, and groaned when he spotted the man inside the car. He forgot that Wade Wilson was dropping off a couple things per your request. You and Wade got along way better than Logan did with him. Wade always offered to babysit but Logan didn't trust him alone with Jean for even a minute.

Jean looked up and her brows furrowed just like his when she saw the car park and a strange man get out of the car. She dropped the flowers and booked it to Logan's legs, hugging them and watching.

Wade chuckled. "There's the wolfie! Look at you, a farm boy!" He cheered, a box underneath his arm. "The wifey wanted some rare flower seeds that little ol' me got for her! Oh! I'm getting your wife flowers!!!! You need to step it up, peanut!" He rambled, heading over.

Logan felt Jean's grip on his denim jeans tighten, and oh god her face. It was an exact copy of his scowl. He huffed, gently putting his hand on the back of Jean's head to comfort her. "I built this whole place for her. Now shut the f- shut up." He corrected himself. You didn't like it when he swore in front of Jean.

"Speaking of peanuts! It's your spawn!" He did crouch down, hoping that Jean wouldn't be too scared of his face. "I'm Wade Wilson, has your mommy told you about me? Daddy probably hasn't, he isn't as nice as your mommy."

Actual crickets around the grass punctuated Jean's silence.

"Oof, tough crowd. Daddy's girl, huh?" He said with a chuckle, a bit unnerved at how goddamn similar she was to him. He'd seen that scowl on a much older face plenty of times.

"Go on inside, she's in there." Logan said, not appreciating the fact that Jean was just as snarky towards this guy. Little kids did have good instincts, not to mention she was his daughter.

Wade held up his hands in surrender. "Alright alright, I'll let you have some more daddy-daughter time. The author needs it for his daddy issues." He said, heading inside to greet you.

"Who was that man?" Jean asked, the scowl still on her face.

"A friend of mommy's, like he said." Logan sighed as she let go of him.

"He's annoying." She huffed, going and collecting the flowers she had put down. Logan couldn't help but laugh out loud. She sure was his daughter.

"He sure is. Let's go bring these to Mommy."

#x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #wolverine #wolverine x reader #deadpool and wolverine #wade wilson #fem!reader #girl dad logan #dad logan #x men

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andy-15-07 · 7 days ago

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The Baby Goat

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x reader Word Count:1014 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

The Last Of Us Masterlist

Tommy Miller wakes before the sun breaks the horizon,just another spring morning on Miller Family Farm in Jackson. He pads down the creaking hallway toward the back stair, careful not to wake his partner, Y/N. But when he reaches her side of the bed, the sheets are cold and empty.

“Y/N?” he whispers, voice hushed against the chill. No answer. He throws on boots and steps outside into the predawn haze, knitting brows against the damp air. Their barn sits two hundred yards away, where the goats have been restless all night.

Tommy finds the barn doors open. A soft bleat echoes from inside.

“Shit.”

He takes two long strides to the feeding aisle, flashlight bobbing in his hand. There, crouched by the newborn baby stall, is Y/N,mud-streaked jeans, flannel shirt damp with dew, hair pulled into a careless braid. Gently, she wraps her arms around a speckled gray-and-white baby goat.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Tommy says, relief and exasperation twisting his voice.

Y/N looks up, cheeks flushed. The goat nuzzles her neck.

“Morning,” she offers with a sheepish grin. “I thought you were asleep.”

“You left me a note or something?” He sets the flashlight on a nearby bale. “You didn’t say you were up.”

“I thought you’d be busy.” She looks back down at the baby goat . “He came at three. I wanted to feed him right away.”

Tommy kneels beside her. “Three a.m.?”

Y/N nods, voice soft. “Everyone else was sound asleep. I couldn’t risk waiting until daylight.”

He reaches out and strokes the goat’s little head. “He’s perfect.”

“He doesn’t have a name yet.” She lifts those big, dark eyes to Tommy’s. “I was hoping you’d help me pick one.”

He glances at her, the barn’s hay-scented air warm between them. “Beans? Mop? Biscuit?”

Y/N laughs, and the goat bleats indignantly. “No. Something… real.”

Tommy grins. “Okay, Mr. Real it is.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re evil.”

“It’s a working farm name,” he counters. “Easy to yell across the field.”

Y/N leans forward, pressing her lips to his. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” Tommy sets his hands on her hips. “But you better let me sleep past three tomorrow.”

She giggles. “Deal.”

Later that morning, over strong coffee in their sunlit kitchen, Tommy rehearses the previous night in his head. They’ve been together two years, met at the county fair, bonded over bottle-feeding orphaned lambs. Now they manage the Miller livestock together,goats, sheep, a handful of dairy cows. It’s hard work but worth every sunrise.

He watches Y/N scribble in the ledger, tallying feed costs. She pauses, glancing at the window.

“You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“That I’m missing something.”

He grins. “I’m thinking you’re going to try naming the goat… Moonbeam.”

She snorts, sliding off her stool. “You’re dead.”

He laughs. “I swear, one of these days,”

“Tommy!” Y/N calls from the barn door. “Beans is out again!”

They practically sprint back to the barn. Sure enough, the baby goat is frolicking in the sawdust aisle, tail waggling. Y/N scoops him up as he bleats in protest.

“I’m never naming you Beans again,” she says, brushing hay from his coat.

Tommy leans against the doorframe. “Good. How about Theodore? Theo for short.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Theo…”

“Yeah. It’s dignified.”

She hands him the kid. He nuzzles Tommy’s chest. Tommy looks into his dark eyes and nods. “Theo it is.”

She smiles. “See? We make a good team.”

That night, the sky a quilt of stars, they walk the perimeter fence, each holding a cup of hot cocoa.

“I’ve been thinking,” Y/N says.

Tommy tilts his head. “Dangerous.”

She laughs, warm and bright. “Seriously. About,someday. Like, expanding the herd. Maybe getting a couple of alpacas.”

“Alpacas?” Tommy hiccups on his cocoa. “What would we do with alpacas?”

“Wool,” she says simply. “And… they’re cute.”

Tommy nudges her shoulder. “Everything we do here, we do together.”

Y/N stops and faces him, eyes shining. “I know. Which is why I want this to be our farm,ours and someday when we have kids’. A place with goats and alpacas and maybe even horses.”

He pulls her close. “Whatever you want, me too.”

They stand under the Milky Way, promise heavy between them like summer thunder.

Two weeks later, storm clouds roll in. The forecast calls for torrential rain. Tommy and Y/N hustle to secure hay and close shutters. Y/N checks the pregnant nanny goats,two are due any minute.

At three a.m., chaos erupts. A frantic bleating pierces the wind. Tommy grabs a lantern and keys for the gurneys.

In the birthing stall stands Y/N, soaked through, kneeling beside a chestnut doe in labor. The fawn-colored kid slips free, a mass of wet curls.

“They’re both breathing,” Y/N gasps, tears mixing with rain. “But she’s weak.”

Tommy kneels beside her. “Hold her steady. I’ll get the warming lamp.”

Moments later, the kid nudges its dam; she lifts her head weakly. Lightning flickers overhead.

Tommy glances at Y/N. “You okay?”

She shakes water from her braid. “I’m… never leaving you again.”

He wipes rain from her face. “Promise?”

Y/N presses her forehead to his. “Promise.”

The next morning, rain-dappled light filters into the barn. Two newborn babys dance around their mothers; Theo, now gangly but sure-footed, bleats from his pen. Tommy finds Y/N leaning against the hay bale, watching.

“Morning,” he says softly.

“Morning.” She tosses him a damp towel. “Help me clean up.”

They move together,slow, easy,talking in low voices about feed schedules and fence repairs and the alpaca farm down the road that sells the softest fiber in the state.

Theo bleats, calling for breakfast. Tommy scoops him up; Y/N pours fresh goat milk into a bottle.

As they walk back to the house, babys and goats trailing behind, Tommy slips an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

“This is home,” he says, voice thick.

She leans into him. “Our home.”

He kisses the top of her head. “Let’s go inside before it rains again.”

She laughs, and they hurry toward the farmhouse,two partners, two dreamers, and a barn full of possibilities.

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sucuretcannelle · 9 months ago

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hii can i request march, balor and celine help taking care of the farm bcs their s/o broke their leg and can't do their job

yurrr

March:

You tell him what needs to be done, he'll do it, no questions

...he thinks. He thinks he won't have questions

Breaking up rocks that just appeared out of nowhere? Fine. Cutting down trees? He can get used to it. Trying to figure out how much water the plants need? He'll walk back into your house, his head hanging low, asking you how much water they need.

Once you tell him he has to actually show the animals some love, he grumbles a bit

He gets SUPER attached to your animals. He'll never admit it though

Within 2 weeks, he's memorized their names and can identify them really easily

Even after you've healed, you might see him playing with the chickens and petting the cows

If you do, act like you didn't. He'll turn bright red

If you have some empty space on your farm, he'll sometimes come up with some suggestions of what can be built/done with it. Of course you don't HAVE to listen to him, but he'd be pretty happy if you did

He'll never mess with anything you don't ask him to, he doesn't want unnecessary conflict. It's your farm, not his, and he just wants to help

Any leftover materials that you don't need, he'll take. Maybe Olric or Ryis might make use of them

And at the end of each day, he'll come in and help you with anything else you couldn't do on your own in the house, while telling you what he was able to get done during the day (he doesn't want to leave you stressed at night)

Balor:

He kinda grimaced at the thought of doing farmwork but he got over it

I mean, you're dating a farmer, you got what was coming for ya

You'll have to show him how to swing an axe/pickaxe

Please scare him into thinking he'll have to go into the mines for stuff, his reaction would be so funny

He really has fun watering the plants in the morning, literally the one moment he's at peace

The animals...he doesn't enjoy being around them at first, but it's just another thing he gets used to

Seeing your chickens play on the seesaw almost made him forget that he has work to do tbh

He'll genuinely be so proud of himself if he reaches the goals that you set for him that day

Even if he doesn't (wouldn't be that rare, he's not used to this) he'll still feel really accomplished when he takes the shipping bin that's full of things that HE put in

You'd see his mood change from cautious and slightly discouraged to determined. It's cute.

Still, he prefers to be the one JUST taking the shipping bin...get well soon

Celine:

She doesn't want you to worry, but you do end up worrying because you'll think she's overworking herself

She'll wake up before dawn to start watering the plants and clearing weeds from the fields

If you peek out and check on her, she'll look really calm, no matter what she's doing

I feel like she's also a lot stronger than she looks, so there really isn't a need to worry about her

If she finds anything worth showing you, she'll bring it in and ask you what you want her to do with it

She has to fight back the urge to play with the baby cows and chickens all day

Please let her play with them all day

She'll also come in and spend time with you whenever she needs to take a break

She also won't complain...we love Celine guys‼️

#fields of mistria #fom march #fom balor #fom celine #march x reader #balor x reader #celine x reader #fom march x reader #fom balor x reader #fom celine x reader #x reader #fanfics #hcs

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yall-batman-fanfic · 2 months ago

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Sometimes it’s Best to Keep the Closet Closed… and Locked with a Kryptonite Padlock | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician

Synopsis: During one of their family dinners with the Kents, Bruce and Vivian unravels a dark secret that Lois and Clark keep, which also had their children pulling out the skeletons in their closets.

“Dami, look! Jon!” Valerie pointed out the window of the car towards the teenager running out of the house to greet them. “Jon!”

“Are you excited to see the Kents, Val?” Damian asked her.

Valerie nodded, “Jump out?”

At that comment, Bruce double checked the locks on the car door, making sure they were secure. Valerie was on a car seat but lately she’s figured out how to unfasten the belt and has been going around the manor pushing buttons, pulling levers, and opening doors and gates. Then there was the scare he and Vivian had when they saw their daughter climbing her crib and standing on top like a gymnast.

They both ran to her—Vivian completely forgetting about magic—to catch the girl before she fell. They later learned that Dick has been teaching her gymnastics whenever he babysat Valerie. He even built a baby-gymnastics gym in his apartment so when Valerie was around his sister would climb, jump, and hang upside down!

When Bruce told Clark and Diana about it, Clark joked: “If Dick’s teaching her gymnastics, Damian—languages, Cassandra—ballet, Duke—how to create light, I wonder what the others are teaching her.”

The first thing that came to Bruce’s mind was Jason and guns.

Then Tim and Barbara with computers and hacking.

Then Selina (she only babysat once when she insisted he and Vivian take the night off and go on a date) how to pick locks and do a proper lift.

After parking the car, Vivian went to unfasten Valerie and set her down on the Kent farm’s field. She immediately ran, resembling the Road Runner from the Looney Tunes Show, and tackled Jon.

“Hi, Val,” Jon chuckled.

“Jon! Play?” Valerie raised her arms at him.

“Sure, Val,” Jon lifted her off the ground. “Hey Damian!”

“Jon,” Damian greeted. “Mom, Jon and I are just going to hang out in his room with Val—”

“Actually!” Jon squeaked, making the others snicker. “Maybe we could play out here instead? Where Val won’t bump into something or be scarred,” when he said the last bit, he had a pointed look at his mother.

“Right,” Jason muttered. “Completely normal. But come on, let’s go! I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Just relax, Jason,” Clark told him. “Nothing bad is going to happen here.”

“You’ll never know!” Jason said as he joined Damian, Jon and Valerie walking towards the barn.

“I guess we’ll be helping with dinner,” Vivian told Lois. “But not you!” She told Dick and Tim and Bruce, “I love you—all of you but you are not going in the kitchen.”

Dick and Tim only smiled and said, “We feel the love, Mom.”

“Come on, let’s just find something to do. Chores?” Dick asked Clark.

“Not much, but I was chopping wood earlier.”

“We got it.”

As the Waynes unpacked the cooler and the bag of ingredients they brought over for the family dinner, Alfred went with Johnathan and Martha Kent to fish, leaving Bruce and Vivian to help in preparing dinner for everyone. Tonight was one of the planned nights where the two families would come together in the Kent farm, where they are free from the city and the watchful eye of the public, and be themselves. It’s one of their most awaited “appointments” too since they get to be together without the excuse of having to face some world dominating alien or god about to destroy the world or the universe or the cosmos.

Just a normal family dinner.

Well, as normal as it could be…

~ * ~

Dinner finished, Alfred, Jonathan and Martha went out to the patio to enjoy the night air, Dick and the others helped in cleaning up and washing the dishes, leaving Vivian, Bruce, Clark and Lois to relax in the living room drinking wine.

Well, all of them were drinking wine but for Bruce who stuck with his ginger ale.

“You’re wasting good wine, Bruce,” Lois said as she watched Vivian transform his glass to his usual drink. “Why bother having expensive wine in the cellar if you’re not going to drink it?”

“It’s a collection of the family for generations. I only bring it out for special occasions… usually it’s Alfred and Vivian who drinks it,” answered Bruce.

“I’ll make sure to remember to pour you a glass of water so Vivian can do a reverse miracle for you.”

Jon appeared bringing the cheese board that Wayne brought along earlier. As he placed the board on the coffee table, and right before he left, Jon looked at his parents for a moment, about to say something but then left as quickly as he could with a face deep red and one that Vivian and Bruce noticed. In fact, they noticed it the moment they arrived at the Kent farm.

"What's going on with you two? It looks like Jon’s avoiding you and you're avoiding him... was there a fight before we came?" Vivian asked.

"Not exactly, " Clark embarrassingly said. "Have you both ever... have the boys ever found anything of yours that they're not supposed to?"

Bruce paused before he could have a drink. "That serious?"

"Yeah."

Grinning, Vivian leaned forward and asked, "What did Jon find, exactly?"

Sheepishly, Clark said: "Something any kid doesn't want to know about his folks... to put it lightly."

"Come in, Clark, we're all adults here. Everyone has a dildo in their closet."

Bruce turned to her. "You do?"

"Yeah, and you know this—you saw it in my drawer."

Bruce thought long and hard about the time he saw Vivian’s toys.

“Wasn’t that the time we dated?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged.

“You still have those?!”

“Well, I had to replace them! But I still have my toys.”

Seriously, They’re talking about this now? Lois and Clark thought as they watched Bruce adjust in his seat to face Vivian and ask: "Why?"

"Well, you're not always at home, Bruce."

"Do you only use it when I'm not around? And when you mean around is that offworld?"

"Sometimes when I'm just home alone..." Vivian drank her wine. “There are nights when the Bat signal is in the sky and I’m a little…”

"I don't like where this conversation is going," Lois pointed at them.

"So, what if Jon finds a vibrator in your closet? Big deal! Unlike men, we women have to find ways to actually fill the orgasm gap, you know?"

Bruce was about to ask but then said, "we'll talk about it when we get home."

"Just tell him it's normal for Mom to have some toys… Or Dad."

"It's not that simple."

"Why? Do you have a gimp suit in your..." she saw the guilty look on their faces. "Holy shit you do."

"It's not really a gimp suit," said Lois.

"Lois!" Clark whined.

Bruce sighed, he took Vivian’s glass and drank the remaining wine in it. He was not going to talk about this sober.

"It's just a... creative version of the suit,” Lois explained. “Hey, I'm sure you two have your own creepy kinks! I'm a hundred-percent sure you got a kinky Batman suit in your closet!"

"We don't." Said Bruce.

"Because he tends to turn those to one-time use," Vivian muttered.

"Viv!"

"It's the truth. "

"That they didn't need to know!"

Lois smirked, "Well, considering we're putting it out there, I think it's only fair that we know about your skeletons in the closet... Please don't tell me there are skeletons in the closet. So, is it a slutty Batman?"

"Just Bat themed lingerie. " answered Vivian. "But the gimp suit, Lois."

"Hey, your thing is having sex in public, so you don't get to judge!"

"But neither of the boys found out about it or saw it!"

"Actually," Dick appeared with the others. Finished with the dishes. "Considering this is our topic, we have some confessions."

"You're not really discreet, the two of you," said Jason as he carried Valerie in his arms. Tim was covering her ears the entire time the conversation of the adults started.

"Jayce!" Valerie, a toddler, patted her hands on his cheeks. "Jay, Jay, Jay!"

"Yeah, I know, Val," Jason had her hanging upside down. The girl giggled.

"We can talk about this at home," Vivian sheepishly laughed.

"No, let's talk about here and now!" Said Lois. "Let it out boys, this is a safe space."

"They keep doing it at the Cave," said Damian. Plainly. "Also, just because you put the Cave on lockdown, doesn't mean it automatically turns off the comms!"

The boys cringed at the memory of the audio show they got then.

"I know that," said Bruce.

"Obviously Mom doesn't," said Damian.

"Oops?" Vivian shrugged.

"Stop doing it on the gargoyles. It makes it weird when we go there for vantage points," said Tim. "And it's weird to think Batman got a boner there too."

"Noted," Bruce muttered.

"Also, stop walking around the Manor early in the morning wearing those special pajamas," said Dick. "Just because we’re night owls doesn’t mean the mornings are safe for you to walk around wearing those… or wearing nothing at all.” He sent a pointed look at Bruce for the last part. “Do you know how many girlfriends I can't perform right because they're wearing the same thing?"

"Just admit you have erectile dysfunction, Dick," Jason teased him.

"So, it's Viviam who dresses up," Lois smirked.

Vivian playfully glared at her. "Only because I prefer Batman only wearing his cowl, and we do not have a gimp suit."

"THAT!" Jason exclaimed. "STOP THAT! IT'S DISGUSTING, AND VAL'S HERE!"

"Jason, I think Valerie’s dizzy now," said Jon.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, baby bird," Jason got her right side up again.

Face all red, Valerie babbles words that meant: "again!"

"Also, since we're putting it out there... Stop recording yourselves! And if you do, save it on another drive so that we won't find the Cave! OR DON’T LEAVE THE SEX DRIVE IN THE CAVE!”

"You made a sex tape?!" Clark exclaimed.

"Those were private," Bruce told Jason.

"It was a drive in the Cave! Was I not supposed to look into it? What if it has some shit I needed?"

“It had a sticker that had my name.”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT HAD YOUR SEX TAPES!”

"Then ask if you can use it!”

"Put a label on it, not your fucking name!"

"And how are they supposed to label it, Jason?" Tim asked.

"I don't know!”

“How about A Nightmare Before Christmas,” Dick shuddered at the memory of him and Jason encountering the drive.

"Hold on," Lois stopped the arguing. "So, you saw Bruce and Vivian's video. I mean, how are you going to know if you didn't, right?"

Jason hung his head low. "I wished I was dead then. You ruined my sex life for a month!" He pointed at his adoptive parents.

"Jay, Jay!" Valerie patted his cheek.

"Fine, let's hang you like a bat," Jason walked back to the kitchen and held Valerie by her ankles so she could be upside down.

“Anything else you want to put out here?” Vivian sent a pointed look at the others.

The Waynes remained silent, but then Jon spoke: “I appreciate you both trying to keep it down, but I want to put it out here… Kryptonian hearing. If I can hear someone calling for help from the other side of town, I can hear you both in the other room.” After that, Jon went back to the kitchen. “Oh, and the gimp suit is in the spare room closet.”

With that revelation, Vivian was running down the hall with Lois at her tail.

“GET BACK HERE, PRYOR!” Loise called out. “NO FAIR! STOP USING MAGIC!”

“IN A FIGHT, YOU GOTTA USE ALL YOUR RESOURCES!” Vivian laughed as she opened a portal for her and closed it before Lois could get through.

“VIVIAN, OPEN THE DOOR!”

“NOT UNTIL I SEE IT!”

As their wives went on with the chase and Lois threatened to kick down the door, Bruce and Clark could only sigh and drank their drinks.

“Family dinners, huh?” Clark chuckled.

“It’s always during family dinners,” Bruce sighed.

“BRUCE, IT’S ACTUALLY HERE!” Vivian laughed loudly. A portal appeared before the two men and it showed Vivian at the other side with the closet wide open for them to see the kinky Superman costume.

“CLOSET THAT!” Lois kicked down the door and tackled Vivian.

The portal closed and all they could hear were their wives wrestling from the floor above.

“Really, Clark?” Bruce turned to him.

“You don’t hear me commenting on the many times I was a witness to your third degree of PDA, Bruce.”

“I can say we’re even now, I guess.”

~ * ~

Upon returning to Wayne Manor, Vivian and Bruce set Valerie in bed and said their goodnights to everyone else before retreating to their bedroom. In the bathroom, as Vivian took a shower, Bruce was doing his evening routine and was about to get the shaving cream from his personal drawer when he saw Vivian’s vanity drawer beside his own.

He’s opened that drawer multiple times whenever she would ask him to hand her something but he never saw those toys.

So where does she keep them?

Did she put a secret compartment there or something?

Curious, he opened the drawer and—

Nothing.

Just the usual creams and ointments she uses.

“Do you really think I’ll leave them there?” Vivian opened the shower door and was smirking at him. “If you want to know so badly, all you have to do is ask.”

Bruce closed the drawer, removed the towel around his waist, and joined her in the shower. “Where?”

“In my lingerie drawer,” she admitted. “You never really open that one.”

“So, why have them?” Bruce turned off the shower and had his wife against the wall.

“There are nights when I don’t want to bother you because you’re busy, so I just,” she laughed. “Pop one in and take care of it myself.”

“I’ll admit, I’m a little bothered by that.” He had his knee between her legs and his thigh pressed on her sex.

“Like you don’t take care of this,” she palmed his growing erection. “Yourself during your long cold showers.”

“You’re asleep and I didn’t want to bother you.”

“The same goes for me.”

“But it still bothers me because only I should make you come, Viv. And feel this kind of pleasure,” He brushed his fingers between her folds.

“Would it,” she bit back a moan. “Would it make you feel better if I said I was looking at those videos of us when I do it?”

“A little, but still… don’t I always make sure you come?” He leaned down to kiss her neck, his stubbles brushing against her skin only made a twisting knot in her stomach turn and the heat between her legs become even more wet.

“You always do,” she gasped when he pushed a finger inside her.”

“Maybe it’s a little bit my fault, I have been neglecting my wife for some time now and that has her resorting to toys.”

“A strong word. I wouldn’t say you’ve been neglecting me, you’re a… fuck… you’re a good husband, Bruce,” she met his lips and kissed them feverishly. “We’re just too damn busy.”

“We’re not tonight,” He pulled out his fingers and lifted his wife from the ground, making her wrap her legs around him as he walked them out of the bathroom and to their bed. Not caring if they’re wet from the shower. “After tonight, you’re getting rid of those.”

“Only the dildo,” she told him. “If you agree to stop destroying the kinky-little Bat suit that we like to play with.”

Bruce paused and looked down at her. “Fine, get rid of that, you can keep the vibrator. And I’ll stop destroying the Bat-kink suit.”

“Deal. You’re lucky I didn’t tell them that you also wear a kinky Bat-suit when we have sex.”

“Thanks for that,” he muttered between their deep and passionate kisses.

~ Extra Ending ~

It was late, rather it was early in the morning. Too early if Dick were asked. That night, he decided to sleepover at the Manor after a mission with Batgirl and the others. Everyone seems to either have gone to bed or were still asleep since the Manor was still quiet. But to be sure, he went to Valerie’s nursery to check on her.

He found his sister asleep and was about to fall off the bed with all the twists and turns she’s made. And for some reason her blanket turned to a diaper.

“Okay, Val, let’s fix you,” Dick muttered and detangled the child from her blanket, placed her at the very center where he had pillows around her—to keep her from falling off the bed— and tuck her in.

“Dick,” Valerie said as she opened her still sleepy eyes. “Mowning?”

“Yeah, but it’s a Saturday so go back to sleep.”

“M’kay,” she yawned and was snoring almost immediatley.

Leaving her room, Dick was just about to close the door when he saw it.

Just about to leave the master bedroom, Bruce froze when he came face to face with Dick at the hall while wearing only the cowl, his spandex trousers, and holding a pair of bat-cuffs.

“Right,” Dick finally closed the door of Valerie’s nursery. “I’m going to bed.”

“I’m going back in,” Bruce told him.

“Don’t,” Dick shuddered. “Don’t say anything right now because everything that comes out of your mouth has a double meaning and—you know what, let's just forget that this ever happened.”

“Agreed,” Bruce went back inside, and Dick was sure to have heard Vivian say: “I thought you were going to get rope?” Before the door closed.

When he got to his old bedroom, Dick jumped in bed, buried his face into his pillow and screamed loudly as he could.

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topazy · 6 months ago

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Inside, outside

Pairing: 10k x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, vomit

Chapter: 5.07

The awkwardness while you, 10k, Warren, and Addy walk in almost complete silence is almost nauseating. You feel a migraine coming on from so many unspoken thoughts running through your mind. It was only the four of you now searching for the person behind the disgusting, foul, brainy biscuits.

10k keeps giving you knowing glances; he is wordlessly asking you to say something since the bad vibes are coming from you and Addy. You sigh, “Anyone else feel uneasy about not knowing where the hell Murphy is?”

“Yeah, I do,” 10k snorts. “It’s like the good old days. He disappears, then reappears to stab us in the back.”

“What’s the deal with you two?” Addy asks. “I know Murphy's an ass, but I’m surprised things are so bad.”

The bite still hurts.

If Addy had stuck around longer last time, she would have seen how badly 10k was affected by what Murphy put him through. But you bite your tongue and don’t say anything.

10k looks uncomfortable with you and Addy on either side of him. Addy didn’t exactly congratulate you when she found out about the baby; she seemed in shock and hasn’t mentioned it since. A few moments pass, then 10k suddenly laughs, “The first time we saw him in years, your sister punched him in the face within two seconds of talking to him.”

“He still doesn’t think he did anything wrong!” You point out.

“Biting people, manipulating them… trying to take over the world—just a normal day in the life of Alvin Murphy,” Addy says jokingly.

When the step road you’re walking down reaches the edge of a town called Heartland Warren stops walking. “These fields need to be harvested; they’re going to seed.”

“A friend of mine helped me move a few talkers from here to limbo, but… I don’t know how many lives humans are left to work the fields.”

At some point you’d need to find out how your sister met all these people and lost her eye.

“Well, it seems like the perfect time to find out.”

—

Heartland was like every other town you ever came across, abandoned. “What’s the plan, Warren?”

“We make contact with the locals and see what we find out about what’s in these bizkits.”

“And then what? What’s our end game here?”

“Help George with this idea of hers. A new country.”

“I don’t think we’re the nation-building types. You know? More like the tear-shit-up types.”

While Addy and Warren talk, 10k looks over at you and mouths, ‘I told you so.’ He was convinced Warren had romantic feelings for George, which you failed to see. But you also thought Red had a crush on 10k… he was probably right.

“Bodies up ahead. At least two of them,” 10k says before running over to a body lying in the middle of the road. “It looks like he was given mercy.”

The four of you split up to search on either side of the road to look for more bodies. Both humans and talkers had been shot in the heads execution style. According to Addy, they were all farm workers, which meant someone had targeted them deliberately to stop more biscuits from being made.

“Do you guys hear that?” 10k asks.

You shake your head.

“Something's not right.” He walks over to you and stands in front of you protectively. “I can definitely hear something.”

A few seconds pass before all of you can hear the faint whispers of talkers asking to be fed. It made you nervous that you could hear them despite no talkers being viable. You whisper, “Anyone else getting the feeling they are trapped in a horror film?”

You were half expecting a talker to pop up from the ground, grab hold of your leg, and try to pull you back down the hole with them.

Warren gets your attention and points towards a car park full of old, run-down cars. With each step you took, the voices got louder, and the feeling of being watched caused goosebumps to spread across your arms.

You see… something or someone pops up from behind the back of a truck. “10k, heads up.”

He turns and aims his gun in their direction, but before he pulls the trigger, Addy stops him. “Wait, that’s a talker.”

“He looks pretty bad.”

“She’s right; if he’s stalking, he might know something,” Warren adds. She puts her gun away. “Follow my lead.”

You hated it when she said that; usually it meant something bad was about to happen. Gulping down, you follow suit and hold your hands up to show you weren’t holding onto any weapons. More talkers come out of hiding and surround you.

“We come in peace!” Warren calls out. “We hear that you’re hungry! But we don’t have any bizkits.”

“But we can help,” you say, hoping they don’t try and eat you instead.

The talkers easily outnumbered the four of you, and soon the four of you were standing back to back, with the undead walking around you in circles, like a shark swimming around its prey before attacking. Skittish, 10k asks, “What happens when talkers stop talking?”

The talkers start to snarl the same way Z’s do, and when they get closer, a female talker reaches its hand out towards your stomach, but you lightly slap their hand back. Cautiously you pull the blade from your belt and grip hold of it tightly. Your voice shakes, “Back it up, back it up.”

“Don’t hurt them!”

Addy’s comment riles you up. You didn’t want to hurt any of them, but you couldn’t take it on good faith that they wouldn’t attack first. She should know by now you’d only use a weapon in self-defense.

“As long as nobody tries to touch my stomach again, I won’t!”

“Ok, look. There’s a farmhouse in the distance,” Warren says. “Let’s make this non-lethal. On three. One, two…”

“Someone’s coming!”

A car speeds forward and stops close enough that all the dry dirt on the ground is blown into the air when the car comes to an abrupt halt. To your relief, it was a familiar face.

“Doc!”

He waves at you from behind the wheel. George leaps out from the passenger side. “Get in!”

Since the car only has five seats, you get in last and sit on 10k’s lap with your legs outstretched across George and Addy’s. “Good timing, guys,” you pant. “That was too fucking close.”

10k leans his forehead against your shoulder, and the flat of his palm rests over your stomach. Quietly he asks, “Where are we going to next?”

“There’s a farm not far up ahead,” Addy says and points in the direction Doc needs to drive.

“Good, 'cause that’s about all the gas we got left.”

—

The rest of the drive is in silence, but you feel George’s eyes on you, or more specifically on the way 10k keeps caressing your nonexistent bump. She had probably guessed what was going on but was being too polite to ask.

George catches you staring at her staring at you and smiles. “So you guys are married; that’s pretty cool. Doc said you guys meet on the road?”

“No, not really,” 10k mumbles, his forehead still pressed against your shoulder. He had fallen asleep during the short distance and sounded as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet. “We got married under a black rainbow.”

“A black rainbow?” Addy asks, her voice full of skepticism.

“Doc, Warren? Black rainbow?”

“Ohh yeah,” Doc says fondly. “I married the kids after Warren, the aircraft Warren was on, exploded with her in it. Murphy got sunburnt, and we thought the dead was gonna eat us. All in all, not a bad day.”

You chuckle while twisting the silver band on your finger; Addy looks extremely confused to the point it’s verging on frustration. George chuckles, “That information did nothing but give me more questions. When this is all over, we’ll need to have a drink one night so you can tell me how you all met.”

10k tilts his head to the side to face George and points between you and Addy, “Their sisters, like, share a mom and dad.”

“We should definitely have a very large and strong drink,” you say, ignoring how shocked George looks and how drunk 10k sounds. “But in at least six or seven months time.”

The more you think about it, the harder it becomes to remember your last period, so it was really just a guessing game to figure out how many months it would be until a drop of alcohol touched your lips again, not that drinking was something you did often; however, not being able to drink made you want it more.

Addy taps on the window and points towards a farmhouse, “just up ahead.”

When Doc drives up to the house, you gently nudge 10k and feel how warm he is. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just tired.”

When everyone is out of the car, Addy leads the way into the house, trying to be as discreet as possible. Once inside, 10k puts an ugly floral chair in front of the door.

You go over to the window with Warren, and she opens the curtains enough that you can see. “There are talkers in the field; they look hungry.”

“What are they eating then?”

“I know, I know.”

You both jump when a strange-looking man appears in front of you. He takes his hat off, showing everyone that part of his brain is missing. The smell and sight of the inside of your head are too much for you; turning to the side, you vomit all over the floor.

—

You sit on the opposite side of the living room while Charlie, who’s feeding his own brain to the talkers, speaks with the rest of the group. Just the thought alone was enough to make you want to hurl again.

“You feeling any better?” George asks, rubbing at your back.

“Yeah, thanks, just the smell is pretty strong in here.” Seeing the sadness in her eyes, you sigh, “I’m really sorry about Dante.”

“I just can’t help but feel like it’s my fault.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is thought he put his trust in me and what I believe in, and that’s what got him killed.”

“What?” Addy suddenly appears on the opposite side of the couch. “You got Dante killed?”

“Easy, Addy, we don’t know what happened.”

George becomes so emotional that she can’t explain what happened, so Doc steps in and answers for her. “Vigilantes got him. Killed the captain and his guard too. Probably the same bastards that killed the others.”

Warren goes over and hugs George while she sobs. “They chopped him up into pieces and put him in a trash can. I had to mercy him. Who would do something like that?”

“Humans,” Addy hisses.

You feel sorry for your sister finding out her friend had died in such an awful way, but this couldn’t be the only thing bothering her. She was on edge more than normal.

“Maybe not, maybe talkers,” Doc says quietly. “They left a sign saying this is what happens to traitors.”

“NewAmerica would be a much better place if you just got rid of all the people.”

“Enough,” you snap. “The world has been full of sick fucks who kill each other for years. This isn’t George’s fault.”

Addy shakes her head and goes to storm off. “I’m going to check the rest of the house.”

—

“So what was that about?” 10k asks as soon as you step into the kitchen.

“George was crying, and Addy was just making her feel worse.”

10k pulls a face; whatever he was thinking, he most definitely wasn’t sharing it. You get a whiff of something that is off and scrunch your nose up while glancing around the room; you didn’t want to be rude, but you smelled the same thing earlier in the car.

“How’s your wound?”

“It’s… healing.”

“Let me see.”

Reluctantly, 10k starts to remove the bandages covering his stump. You felt bad knowing how much he hated looking at it, but it had been days since it was cleaned properly. His stump is covered in dried blood, and what you suspect is a sticky substance caused by an infection.

“Oh Jesus, kid, that looks bad,” Doc says when he walks over to join you.

You turn on the kitchen tap, but nothing but dirty water comes out. “Oh boy, we really need to find something to clean that with. We need to find a first aid kit and antibiotics.”

Doc says something to himself, then disappears.

You start searching the kitchen drawers and cupboards for anything useful that could help, but unfortunately you find nothing.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it.” Doc runs back into the room. “Hold his arm over the sink.”

You do as he says and hold 10k’s arm over the sink while Doc pours a clear liquid out of a jar and over the stop, causing 10k to wiggle in pain. His face turns bright red as he tries to not make too much noise.

“What is that? Water?”

“Hooch.”

10k grabs the jar and drinks the remaining hooch in one large gulp. His eyes gloss over. “I feel great.”

He definitely didn’t look it. Suddenly he lunges forward and starts to vomit; at least he made it to the sink, unlike you.

Hearing the commotion, Warren comes over. “Everything okay?”

“Just a little alcohol poisoning,” Doc says casually.

You press your hand to his forehead as he starts to sway on his feet. “Tommy's starting to burn up. Quick, help me get him into a chair.”

It takes the three of you to get 10k into a chair without him falling. George puts a bin in front of him just as he starts to vomit again. “We really need to get fresh—“

“I need help!” Addy bursts through the door while helping a man you’ve never seen before walk. “This is my friend Finn; he’s been shot.”

“I’m fine, really.”

Doc gives you a light tap on the back. “Guess we are back in business, partner.”

—

“Thank you,” Addy says. “I mean it; Finn means a lot to me.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Since Doc was buzzed from drinking hooch straight and kept getting distracted easily, you managed to stitch the wound on Finn’s side up. Thankfully they did have a first aid kit. Afterwards Finn explained someone shot him and then stole all the ingredients they had for making bizkits.

“Sis, I—“

“Why are you being so hostile towards George?”

Before Addy can answer your question, 10k and Doc step out of the farmhouse dressed as cowboys. You start to laugh; they had only been left alone for ten minutes, and how someone managed to ransack the wardrobes.

“Everybody,” Warren clicks her fingers and whispers. “Look alive, we’ve got company.”

Charlie comes out of the house and stands on the porch and starts to ring a bell to distract the talkers closing in on you. Addy grabs your hand. “Get in the car with me and don’t come out until it’s all clear.”

You sit in the front seat while Addy and Finn sit in the back. After a few moments of silence, Finn leans forward to shake your hand. “I’m really glad to meet you.”

“We’ve met… inside, I stitched you up.”

“Oh yeah, I know,” he laughs goofily. “Addy talks about you all the time, and it’s nice to finally put a face to the girl I’ve heard so much about.”

You smile politely, “It’s nice to meet you too, Finn.”

—

You sit in the car while Finn and Addy start tying up talkers to feed them Charlie’s brain and start to worry when you lose sight of 10k and Doc.

The car door opens, and Addy bites at her lip; she was thinking hard about what to say next. “I don’t agree with the things George has done. It’s done nothing but get people, including Dante, killed.”

You knew how George felt; you blamed yourself for years after what happened with Cassandra. “She already feels guilty enough without you adding to it. Regardless of NewAmerica some asshole would still be trying to stop bizkits from being made and killing talkers.”

“Why do you keep defending her?”

Addy steps aside so you can get out of the car. “Because we’ve all done shit we aren’t proud of, including hurting someone we care about.”

You notice Warren talking with George and Finn by the farmhouse. When you start to walk towards them, Addy clears her throat. “I think you’re being reckless.”

“What?”

“Bringing a baby into this world…”

You spin on your heels so fast it makes you feel dizzy. “Don’t go there, Addy—actually, you know what? Do go there. Tell me your expert opinion on being a parent when you’ve never been one yourself.”

Hearing your voice getting louder, everyone turns to stare, even some of the talkers.

“I think you and 10k will be great parents, but it is careless. War is on the horizon; people are being picked off one by one, and truthfully I think it’s a massive mistake to have…” She trails off, realizing what she’s just said.

Tears of anger start to form. “Fuck you.”

—

You bury your face into the side of 10k’s neck as Finn mercy kills Charlie, who had fed most of his brain to the talkers to keep them from turning into Z’s. His sacrifice was incredibly brave; you just hoped it wasn’t in vain.

“Addy looks pretty upset.”

He was right; she was crazy, but in that moment you didn’t care. What she said about the baby really hurt. Addy had been absent for so long that she didn’t have a right to comment on it. When you lived in isolation, 10k spent nearly a year trying to get you pregnant and was gutted each time it didn’t work. Things may be bad now, but they weren’t then, and you weren’t going to let her sour something so positive for the both of you.

10k brushes stray hair out of your face, “You look lost in thought. What are you thinking about?”

“Do you think Red was able to hear us doing it when we lived in the tree?”

—

“I still feel as if my hand hurts even though it’s not there.”

You, Doc, and 10k walk behind Addy, Warren, and George. The six of you were walking through grassy fields to reach the water dam to find out why the water supplies had been stopped.

“Oh, there’s a name for that. Phantom limb syndrome. It’s when the brain still thinks the hand is there, so it keeps sending these pain signals. But eventually it works itself out.”

“I don’t think my brain is ever going to get used to this.” 10k sways on his feet again.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not; you’re burning up again.”

Doc catches him before he falls. “The kid needs antibiotics. Was there any back at the farmhouse?”

“No, I think we used the last of it up a while ago.”

“What about holistic medicine? You know stuff about that, right, Doc?”

In unison, Doc and 10k say, “We were nowhere near the Grand Canyon.”

Suddenly there’s a loud noise coming from the direction of the farmhouse. “A distress signal; it’s Finn!”

Addy starts running back towards the farm with George right behind her. Warren calls out, “You two get 10k to cover; we’ll be right back.”

“We should get down.”

The three of you crouch down and slowly start to move off the main path and into the field. The grass was long enough that anybody walking by wouldn’t be able to see you. “Which way now?”

“Um,” Doc looks around for a moment. “This way.”

You follow him until you reach a small empty drainage pipe. The area has a lot of bricks and dried concrete scattered across it, so you assume it was a construction site at one point.

“I hope Finn is okay.”

You sit down next to 10k. He winces in pain when he pulls the cover off his wound again; his stump looks worse than before and is turning black.

“If the guys aren’t back soon, I think we should go to this water place without them. They will know to find us there.”

“Yeah, they will,” Doc says in agreement. “Plus we really need to get that stump cleaned with fresh water to get a good look at it.”

“It really hurts.”

It was unlike 10k to complain, so the fact that he was made you more worried than normal. You hand him a bottle of water. “You need to drink more.”

While he takes small sips of water, Doc groans out in pain and falls to his knees. It takes you a few seconds to register why he’s fallen and notice the arrow that’s landed in his shoulder.

“Oh shit.”

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Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Twenty-Three - Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with Chapters 1-22 on the Masterlist! :)

Chapter Twenty-Three - Doodlebug

It had been a few years since you were back at one of your family's farms, but the tall blue barn stood in front of you with Blue Horizon Ranch painted along the side in bright white letters brought back memories of the summers you worked as a farm aide when your parents didn’t need any help.

Opening the truck door you were overcome with the musky scent of cattle and their manure which was potent and earthy. Even though it was a hard odor to get through, it also enveloped you in almost a warm blanket feeling of memories; a blend of enjoying nature and its creatures, hard work in the summer sun, and the simpler beauty of ranch living.

“It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen you round here,” a male voice said from behind you.

You turned around to be greeted by your older cousin, Caleb. He was only a few years older than you and even though you hadn’t talked a lot, he was always someone you could turn to.

“Oh shut up, C,” you laughed, and shut the truck door behind you and accepted his side hug.

“Who’s this clown you brought with you?” He asked, gesturing over to Tyler who was grabbing his ball cap from the backseat.

“That’s Tyler,” you said calmly.

“Hm, that’s who your mom was talkin’ about,” he said, “Since she showed up this morning she kept sayin’ she was one step closer to being a Grandma.”

“Oh geez,” you groaned softly, “Maybe someday I’ll catch a break.”

“Or we just get started,” Tyler said while coming around the front of the truck.

“Ty!” You gasped, smacking his chest while he laughed.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about my man!” Caleb laughed, giving Tyler a high-five.

“I’m doomed,” you said, walking to the wide-open barn doors.

“I think I’m likin’ you already,” Caleb said, following you into the barn with Tyler in tow.

“There’s my baby!” Your mother cried out, coming over and hugging you tightly.

“Hey Mom,” you groaned as she hugged all the air out of you.

“Is this the famous Tyler I know nothing about?” She asked, immediately letting go and walking over to him.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” he said, being taken aback by her sudden abruptness and change in tone.

“Hope you came with a good attitude and work ethic, boy,” your dad, Ron, said coming out of a horse stall with your Uncle Oliver.

“Always, sir,” Tyler said, glancing over at you who looked already done with the day and situation.

“Let’s get (Y/n)’s truck hooked up and head out to the field,” your uncle stated, looking at you and smiling.

Your Uncle Oliver and Aunt Vicky were more like parents to you than your actual parents being loving and supportive one hundred percent of the time.

You walked over to the driver’s door of Lil Blue and got in, turning the key to bring the engine to life while also letting Cash out of the back seat to run around and play with your uncle’s Bloodhound named Max.

“It’s over behind the shop, I trust you can back up to it just fine, but I’ll be there in case you forgot how,” he said while smirking, opening the truck bed and sitting on the tailgate.

“You know that I know a few things a man outta know,” you said, driving over to the big pole barn that was turned into a shop.

As you backed up to the trailer, you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched; not just watched, but stared at. At that moment, you wished you could read lips as you looked around and saw Tyler watching you while he was talking to Caleb with a smirk plastered on his face.

Was he impressed? Was he intimidated? You couldn’t tell. Backing trailers up was something you had always done when hauling hay, even though you normally weren’t the one hauling it. Even though you shrugged off the thought, you continued to feel Tyler’s eyes burning holes into your back as you got out of the truck and walked behind the truck.

“So, Doodlebug, where’d you find that guy?” Your uncle asked while he was lowering the trailer onto the hitch.

“Well, do you want a fluffy answer or the real answer?” You joked, adjusting your ball cap to be a little tighter.

“What do you think, Doodlebug?” He asked, sliding the hitch pin to secure everything.

“I met him out in a field while watching storm clouds,” you said, starting to laugh.

“Why does that not surprise me?” He asked, standing up and clapping his hands to get the dirt off his gloves.

“Because it’s me?” You asked, shrugging slightly and leaning against the back of your truck.

“Has he been treatin’ you right?” Your uncle asked, wiping his forehead with his wrist.

“And then some,” you said, playing with your fingers.

“Good, if he does anything to change that I will personally come and whoop his ass,” he said, taking his gloves off and putting them in his back pocket.

“I know that you both will and Tyler would never see the light of day again,” you sighed, knowing if you were hurt again by a man your family would ensure that man never stepped another step.

You had kept everything that happened with Derek a secret from other family members, aside from your parents. If it had been your choice no one would have known. Uncle Oliver and your cousin Caleb only found out when your mom opened her mouth at the wrong time about your situation over Thanksgiving after you and Derek split.

The next day you received calls from both of them stating that they were there for me, even if it meant they were going to jail for fighting.

“Always, Doodlebug,” your uncle said, elbowing you, “Let’s get this show rolling, are you good to haul solo?”

“It ain’t my first rodeo,” you scoffed, getting in the driver’s seat and having Tyler walk over to your open window.

“We might have to start our own little farm if it means I get to watch you get sexier by the minute,” Tyler joked, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

“Oh hush, I won’t be this good-looking for long in this Texas heat,” you said with a smile, “Now either get in the bed or the truck so we can get going.”

“You kids be careful out there! I’ll be out there soon with refreshments and a snack!” Aunt Vicky called from the barn doors as you slowly rolled the truck up for the guys to get in.

“Is it going to be water or your famous sweet tea, Momma?” Caleb asked, sitting on the side of the truck bed.

“What do you think?” She asked, giving him an annoyed look.

“If looks could kill, C, you’d be dead,” you laughed.

“C’mon kids, I don’t want to be doing this all day,” your father’s voice boomed while he climbed into the passenger seat of the truck.

“Yes, sir,” you said quietly, waving to your mom and aunt as you headed towards the ranch's main entrance.

This had been the first time you had been alone with your dad in a couple of years. In your head, it was an awkward silence between a father and daughter, but you knew in his mind it was just a couple of adults sitting in a truck on their way to work.

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tipofthemountain · 1 year ago

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actress

tags: biker!Simon “Ghost” Riley x actresses!Afab Reader, Fluff, Established relationship, reader is a famous actress. Mentions of sex and sexual acts but no action is taken. Minors should still take extreme caution reading!

word count: 1.5k

summary: Reader is on set of her newest movie and Simon comes to visit!

a/n: First story I’m posting! I’m a little nervous for what everyone will think but I hope you enjoy it!

ps. biker!Simon is my current hyper fixation so bare with me if there’s like a million more biker au stories :}.

edit: adding this in but my requests are open!

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It was a warm Tuesday inside studio lot B. A beautiful facade of a two story house stands in a field of white daisies. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you walked onto the set. It looked so real! An exact replica of the real house you’ll be shooting on in a week.

The role you are playing is that of a farm wife with her three children, except your husband is having an affair with the barns keeper and your sleeping with the maid. Neither of you know you’re both cheating of course but the children do. The entire plot of the movie is the children trying to get the parents to find out about the double affairs. It’s a LGBTQ+ romance set in the early 1950s. It’s filled with steamy sex scenes and overly dramatic fights.

It’s the exact kind of movie you love doing. Sappy period pieces. In fact the movie that put you in the spotlight was almost exactly like this except it was the 1860s and you where a young unmarried queen with a “live in maid”.

Your boyfriend of 5 years Simon, or as his biker group likes to call him “Ghost” for the skull bandanna he likes to wear around his face, dropped you off on set on his newly refurbished 1980s Harley Davidson. You swore sometimes you thought he was more in love with that bike than he was with you.

“Make some money baby.” Simon told you after a steamy kiss early this morning.

Simons always been supportive of your career. The two of you met on the set of a Tv show when he was hired as a last minute extra for for some bike scene you can barely remember. For Simon it was love at first sight, but for you it was ‘I’ll wait and see where this goes’. Spoiler: You fell in love and are engaged, set to be married later this year.

“Where is my Anna Marie?” You hear your director yell out as you sit in your makeup chair getting touches done to your character’s signature red lip.

“Over here Clark! I needed my lips retouched. I think Amy got a little excited!” Clark Russel. You’ve worked with him a few times now and he’s always been a joy and a pleasure to work with, not something you find comes easy in this industry.

“Your needed on set in five. We’ve got to have this last shot of you and Blanche in the kitchen. We’ve got one week of shooting left here in the studio before we all go out on location.” Clark quickly spills out with you barely catching any of it.

Blanche is played by your costar Amy Heart. A talented actress 3 young years older than you. You’ve done several movies with her by now. You consider her one to your best friends and even plan to ask her to be a bridesmaid.

“James, Finn and Blanche are all on set. We just need you.” Clark makes direct eye contact with you as your makeup artist finishes the last touches on your makeup. He always insisted on calling people by their character names and you never questioned it.

James is played by Arther Godwin. The man that’s supposed to be your characters husband. You’ve never met him before this project but a quick IMDB search led you down a rabbit hole of bad low budget horror movies that you and Simon later binged watched. Finn is played by Roderick Grant, a fresh face. This would be his breakout role after a stream of hit indie movies.

“All done.” Your makeup artist releases you and you stand up from your seat grabbing the jacket that goes with your costume. You throw the jacket on around your shoulders and loop your arm in Clarks.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” You say in an over dramatic southern accent to which your director roles his eyes at.

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After 3 more hours of grueling take after take of Clark just having to get the tear sliding down your cheek just right, to which you where ready to rip his head off. Your just about to pass out on your trailer couch in nothing but a robe and very thin 1950s appropriate lingerie, when you hear 3 gentle knocks on your door. You get up with a puff of air leaving your lips putting your hands in your hair.

“Who is it!” You yell not really wanting to get up to answer the door.

“Open the door and find out!” You hear that oh so familiar thick Manchester voice behind the thinness of your trailers door.

In no time you’re rushing to the door and pulling your bulky fiancé in to your trailer and lacing your red lips with his. Simon closes the door through your sloppily sweet kisses. He smells of expensive leather and gas but you still drink all of him in.

“You miss me tha’ much?” Simons thick accent lets out through a smirk.

“Always.” You smile up at the tall man resting your chin on his chest.

“How was today? Make anyone else cry today?” Simon jokes but you take serious offense.

“That was one time and I didn’t even mean to yell at the poor guy.” You slap his shoulder as you both take a seat next in the oh so comfy couch in your trailer.

“I was only joking love.” Simon laughs and places a gentle kiss to your temple. He has one hand around your shoulder and the other rubbing up and down your thigh softly. You with one of your hands on his much bigger thigh and the other holding the hand that’s around your shoulder.

“Long day. Completely closed set. Only Clark and the main cast where set to shoot today.” Closed sets are usually indicators that you where filming your sex scenes today. You had one with your on screen husband and one with Amy. You almost never liked doing sex scene with men. It was never because Simon didn’t want you to or that you ever hated your male costar. You had this respect for Simon and you felt like the sex scenes could get too real sometimes. Personally, you never wanted for Simon to watch a scene of you sharing a bed(or even sometimes a kitchen counter) with another man. But every time you would ask Simon he would always just say some form of ‘This is all make believe. It isn’t real. I know you love me and some fake sex scene isn’t going to change that.” You still sometimes denied it though.

“When are you off?” Simon ask softly moving his hand further up your thigh.

You knew the game he was playing, he always did this when visiting. He always got you worked up and sweating before you had to go back and shoot a scene.

“30 minutes my love. We have to finalize a few things for today, but nice try honey.” You push Simons hand down slightly and look up towards him. Of course he has the cheekiest smirk on his face.

“I miss you at home.” Simon says kissing down your neck this time and creeping his hand back up your thigh.

“Simon.” You whisper scold him as he makes his way onto your shoulder planting sweet kisses.

“I miss the way you smell…” He grabs your hips and lays your back flat against the couch hovering over you as he plants kisses down over your collar bone. You inhale sharply when he moves his hand under the thin bra provided by the costume department.

“I miss the way you feel…” He moved his other hand to finish untying to robe from around your waist. He slowing starts kissing his way down your stomach stopping at the hem of the very 1950s lingerie.

“And I certainly miss the way you taste.” Simon has a giant smile planted on his face when he plants open mouth kisses down your thigh.

And just when he’s about to touch your center 3 harsh knocks are placed on your door.

“Miss, Mr. Russel said he needs you.” The voice calls out not even waiting for you to respond.

Simon lets out a laugh and you sit up and push him lightly.

“That’s not funny!” You whisper yell at him only to make him laugh even more. You stand up and tie your robe back around your waist and walk to the trailer door.

“It’s a little funny.” Simon says watching you with a panicked look on your face.

“I’ll be back in 20 minutes. I love you.” You place a gentle kiss on Simons lips and him returning the kiss.

“I love you too.” He says back placing one final kiss to your forehead.

Before you leave however you whisper into his ear “I think you owe the costume designer.” and bite the end of his ear playfully.

Simon watches you with his his cheek drawn inside his mouth as you grab the door handle of your trailer and leave him alone with his nothing but his thoughts for the next 20 minutes.

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final thoughts: i definitely got carried away while writing. I tend to do that. I get caught up on details that most likely don’t even matter all that much. I feel like somethings definitely could have been left out and more things added in but in the end it’s just a story and if you don’t like the first few sentences, just skip the story and move on.

@gauloiseblue for you friend <3

#simon riley x reader #fluff #slight smut #afab actress reader #biker!simon #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod simon riley #if you see this thank you <3 #and also if there are mistakes i’m sorry but i’m only human #and also i’m just a girl

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sugarbcnes · 2 years ago

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✿ ༉‧₊ — 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. ellie williams

very random things i associate with ellie/think ellie would love in a non-apocalyptic world (hc’s). [ contains: femme reader mentioned, nsfw, sfw, mentions of drugs. ]

MUSEUMS AND AQUARIUM DATES — nerd alert! we all know ellie loves space and dinosaurs and things like that. her heart feels so full when you’re gripping her hand tightly as you both take your time strolling to each exhibition and display. she’s too engrossed in the small info boards to notice your eyes glimmering and softening as you take in the smile she fails to hide as she gets excited. even at 19 years old, as you spend your one year anniversary at the history museum, she still wows in awe as you walk into the room that contains the massive brachiosaurus skeleton.

JAW KISSES — ellie’s great at hiding how she feels most of the time. apart from when you kiss her jaw. the moment she feels your lips press to the soft skin that clings to the sharp bone of her jaw, she melts. her hands sneak around your waist as you nestle into her neck and pepper kisses all over her jaw, burning deep crimson on her freckled cheeks. “mm baby” she’ll mumble if you nip the skin lightly, causing her to let out the sweetest, soft little breaths.

HOUSE PLANTS — they’re an absolute nightmare for her to take care of at first but after a while, she grows emotionally attached to them. she specifically loves monsteras and ferns, even going as far to name them. she has a small smile on her lips as she reaches the part of her morning routine where she provides them with their extra delicate care. you can’t help but giggle from the kitchen as you hear her mumble “good morning fernado, you’re extra bright this morning” to her favorite fern.

RECORD STORES — she loves bobbing her head to the music and weirdly enough, the smell. it’s nostalgic somehow.

STICKERS AND CUSTOMIZATION DOODLES — pretty self explanatory. ellie loves to cover her shit in random stickers and doodles. her laptop, her water bottle, her sketchbook, her guitar. she has the same design as her tattoo painted on her guitar (it took her forever to do and she did it instead of completing an overdue assignment).

SHOWER SEX — it started with the soft, butterfly kisses you’d splurge across ellie’s freckled shoulder blades before you grabbed the soap to scrub her back. eventually she began to press you against the wall, kissing you deeply as the warm water hits you, hands exploring your bare, wet body. (100% is obsessed with soapy boobies too)

POST SWIM NAPS — summer on the farm means sweltering heat. nearly everyday you and ellie trek across the fields and spend all day swimming in the creek by the woods. sun kissed and hot, the both of you collapse in bed in nothing but a tshirt and your underwear, cuddled and falling into a slumber until later that evening when it’s cooler.

GRAPHIC TEES — it’s a strange obsession and she’ll hardly know what’s on the shirt but she accumulates a massive collection.

ESSENTIAL OILS — she thought they were tacky and useless at first until she got a diffuser as a birthday gift and was knocked straight into such a peaceful slumber by her soothing lavender oil.

FOLLOWING YOU INTO FITTING ROOMS — again, self-explanatory. we all know she’s awkward and very much the loser-lesbian girlfriend. so the first time you take her shopping with you, she moves to sit on the provided seats outside the fitting rooms. she’s just as confused as you are as you stand with the door half open and your collection of clothes in your arm. you tilt your head “are you not coming in?”. she fumbles to get up and rushes in. at first she was awkward, head down at the very second you’d take your tshirt off and mentally cursing herself as she peaks at you in the mirror from the corner of her eye. now, your full-fledged girlfriend, she’s got her hands grabbing at every sliver of bare skin she can see before you annoyedly swat her hands away.

LATE NIGHT SESH — it’s usually when she’s feeling anxious, escaping to the roof to smoke a little and talk to the stars. most of the time she goes alone but sometimes you go with her. you usually sit in comfortable silence, pressed against eachother as she smokes and you try your best to keep your eyes awake at 3am because even though she assures “go back to bed, sweetheart. i’ll be okay,” you don’t want her to be alone.

part 2? abby version?

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #tlou #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #reader insert #wlw #wlw smut #smut #fluff #headcannons #queued

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togrowoldinv · 1 year ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you visit the Bartons with your family, you and Natasha spend some quality time reconnecting

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering (R receiving), oral (N and R receiving), being needy, some fluff too

Note: Enjoy this hehe

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“Are we there yet?” Your youngest daughter asks from the backseat of the car.

You’ve been driving for hours to reach the Barton farm. Natasha wants to visit while the kids are on spring break.

“The answer is still no, sweetheart,” Natasha answers patiently.

“We’ll tell you when we get there, Taylor,” Ali, your oldest, jumps in. She’s annoyed by the constant question and her tone doesn’t hide that.

“Be nice,” you remind her.

“Yeah be nice, Al,” your oldest son says. The two oldest kids start arguing, but Nat stops it quickly.

“Hey, none of that,” she says, expertly parenting. “This is a family trip. We will be kind to each other and we will have fun. Understood?”

A few nods follow.

“Understood?” Nat repeats.

That gets her the answers she was waiting for. A chorus of yes ma’am’s resound from the backseat. You turn up the radio and try to make the last hour of the trip enjoyable.

When you pull in the driveway, you look back at Taylor.

“Ask the question again, baby,” you say.

“Are we there yet?”

“We are here,” you reply. “Come on let’s go have some fun.”

You all unload from the car. Nat refused to be a minivan family, so you settled for a three row suv. The Bartons come outside to help.

“Hi Nat,” Laura greets your wife. She hugs her tight. There’s only a handful of people in the world that Natasha trusts as much as she does Laura and Clint.

“And hi y/n,” she greets you as well.

You’re corralling the babies at the moment and can’t hug her, but the warm smile on her face feels like a hug.

“Go see Auntie Laura,” you say to Belle and Taylor, the two littlest girls.

The girls run to her and hug her tight. Ali is catching up with Lila while Ivan, Jack, and Cooper reconnect.

“Well, I guess it’s just us to unload,” Nat comments. She walks around to meet you at the back of the car.

“What’s new?” You joke.

“Hey, while we have a second alone,” Nat begins. She presses you against the back of the car, running her hands over your shoulders and arms down to your hands. “Thank you for coming. And I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you say, feeling your face flush from how close she is. You can smell her perfume and her fresh hair.

She’s so close to you that it hurts. You want to devour her.

“I’ll show you later just how much I love you, okay?” Her voice is low, sexy as it could be.

Nat leans in and steals a quick but deep kiss, leaving you wanting more.

You pout when she pulls away, but she just laughs. You’re too easy.

Later that day, Clint drives everyone out to the field where he’s got a new pig pin. The kids love chasing the pigs around and playing with them.

Natasha shares a look with you about an hour into the fun that tells you she wants to get back to the house and have her own type of fun with you.

“Clint, we’re going to head back,” she tells him.

“But Mama we’re having fun!” Belle says.

“They can stay out here with us. I know you two are exhausted from the drive in,” Laura says. She winks at you. Maybe you weren’t so slick earlier behind the car.

“Thanks Laur,” Natasha says. “Be good, babies.”

You both kiss each kid before you start walking back to the house with Natasha. You’re hand in hand as you walk through the field. You love seeing Nat like this. So free. So happy.

Your smile must reveal that to her. She stops and turns to you.

“What is it?” Nat asks.

“Hm?”

“You’re looking at me differently,” she replies.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say. “And you’re even more beautiful out here.”

Natasha kisses you softly. She is so in love.

“We better get back to the house before I take you right here in this field,” Nat says.

“What would be so wrong with that?” You say, surprised by your own boldness.

“Oh,” Nat remarks. “Did my wife, my sweet, sweet, innocent wife just say that she wants me to fuck her right here outside where anyone could see us?”

You know she can see the way she’s making you feel. An absolute puddle for her.

“Come on,” Nat says, grabbing your hand again and pulling towards the house again.

By the time you make it to the porch, you’re tripping over each other as you try to make out while walking.

“Upstairs now,” Nat says.

You move as fast you can into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Natasha pulls you to her and turns you to back you into the bed. You fall back a little harshly, but Natasha’s lips connecting with yours distracts you from the slight pain.

“Fuck,” you moan into her mouth.

Nat’s strong hands pull your shirt over your head. You barely have time to process it before you’re entirely naked underneath her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Nat asks.

“Yes,” you say. She takes a nipple in her mouth while her fingers slip between your legs. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Natasha says.

Her fingers enter you quickly. She swallows your moan with her kiss. You want her to be as undressed as you are. You reach for her shirt hem, but she pushes your hand away.

“Just you right now,” Natasha says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you say.

Her fingers continue to pump in and out of you at a fast pace. You can feel yourself slipping into a blissful state.

“Natasha,” you mumble. It’s all you can say right now.

“I love you,” Natasha says. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You let yourself come and come hard for your wife. It’s the best sex you’ve had in months, maybe years.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good,” Nat says as she works you down. “So good for me.”

Natasha drops a kiss to your forehead and lies beside you. You come back to reality at the feeling of her hand circling yours.

“God, I have missed that,” you say.

Nat chuckles. She has too.

“Shower with me?” She asks.

“Gladly,” you agree.

Nat helps you out of bed and essentially carries you to the bathroom. You start the shower.

“May I?” You ask, gesturing to her clothes. You want to be the one to take them off.

“Please,” Nat says.

You lift her shirt over her head. It never ceases to amaze you how beautiful she is. You unclasp her bra and kiss her shoulder softly.

“Gorgeous,” you whisper, placing your head in the crook of her neck.

You move your hands down her abs and to her waist. Slipping your hands down the jeans she’s wearing, you find her dripping wet for you.

“Getting me off really turns you on, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“Mhm,” she says. “But I’m in control here.”

Nat takes a step back and pulls her own pants down. She takes your hand and leads you into the shower.

“Why deny yourself, Nat? You know I’d kneel for you right here and now.” You ask her.

Natasha smirks. This was exactly her plan. To have you begging to make her feel good.

“Then kneel,” Natasha says after a long pause. She presses on your shoulders just enough to make you feel the pressure.

Grinning, you drop to your knees. You can’t even remember the last time you were in this position with her. God, you love farm Natasha.

“Right there, detka,” she says. “Yes.”

You hum in pleasure at the taste of her. You’re the luckiest person in the world to be here with her like this.

“Yes! Fuck, y/n, yes!” Natasha groans out. You can’t see her but you know she’s biting her lip. She’s close. It doesn’t take much longer for Natasha to be trembling at the feeling of your mouth all over her.

“I’m coming,” Nat says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You help her ride her high and lick her until she’s pushing you away. You stand back up and she kisses you immediately.

Her tongue mingles with yours. The taste of her orgasm on your tongue turns her on even more.

“How long do we have?” She asks you.

“Not long I’d bet,” you say. “It’s almost dinner time.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Nat says.

She pushes you to the edge of the shower and you sit down, spreading your legs for her.

“All for me,” Natasha says. “Look at this.”

“All for you, Nat. Only you,” you reply.

She buries her face between your legs. You can’t help but lift your hips up at the feeling. Natasha holds your hips and helps you move them. Soon enough, you’re riding her face.

“Natasha,” you say over and over like it’s a prayer. “Natasha!”

You hold her head with one hand and keep yourself steady with the other. She eats you out like it’s the only place in the world she wants to be.

You come hard against her tongue. Nat moans successfully and pulls away to let you come down.

She grins at your blissed out face. She loves making you feel so good.

“I love you,” she says softly. It’s a sharp contrast to what you were just doing. “I hope you know how much I love you.”

“I do, baby,” you say, caressing her cheek. “I love you exactly the same.”

You kiss each other gently. Nat helps you stand back up and you actually shower. The water isn’t hot anymore, so you hurry up.

Once you get out, you get dressed and go downstairs. The family is just getting back from being outside. Perfect timing.

“Enjoy your alone time?” Laura asks.

“We sure did,” Natasha replies. She wraps an arm around your waist. You share a soft smile.

For the rest of the trip, you and Natasha soak up every moment with each other and with your family. It’s absolutely an amazing week.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff smut

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balkanradfem · 1 year ago

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Rating of Garden Critters!

Bee: 12/10, beloved, beautiful, miracle bug, would die for her, all flowers in my garden are for her

Ladybug: 10/10 I love her, she trusts me and walks on my hand, has little dots I can count and eats plant lice for breakfast lunch and dinner!

Ants: 2/10, they keep starting lice farms on my plants :/ go farm your lice elsewhere. Fun to watch though.

Spider: 10/10 charming, threatening, excellent vibes, does not respect my walkways, ultimately so useful for the garden I will never bring them down

Frog: 10/10 I don't know what she's up to but I love looking at her!

Mouse: 3/10 she gets 3 because she's so adorable but. She will dig out seeds and eat them. Go live in the fields please.

Snake: 10/10 absolutely love the long noodle, will resolve the mice issue, incredibly useful critter + points for powerful presence

Mushroom: 10/10 not a critter technically but she will make my soil healthy and I hope my plants can communicate underground too? If there's mushrooms?

Worm: 10/10 must have in the garden, please thrive in my soil, please live in my compost pile

Wasp: 6/10 threatening aura but I do believe she just wants to pollinate some plants and I respect her. There's place for her in my garden.

Bird: 8/10 I love her, I'm unsure whether she eats my worms but I hope she also eats bugs that eat my plants. Please don't eat my strawberries.

Plant lice: 0/10. No. Get off my swiss chard.

Butterfly: 4/10 Please stop laying eggs on my broccoli. You're so beautiful I love you and I want you to have as many babies as possible. But I am hungry. I am too weak to support your reproductive process.

Potato bugs: -2/10. No. Only bug I've enacted violence upon.

Any other bug that I do not recognize: 7/10, welcome to my compost pile! We have grass, we have peels, we have rotten fruit. Please eat it. Also if you're a cool neon color or really big I will follow you around for a while infinitely entertained by your existence.

Hedgehog: 10/10 I know she's just lost in there but please stay you're so adorable.

Slugs: -99999999/10. They know what they did.

#garden #pests #critters #beneficial bugs #good bugs #good criters #garden helpers #gardening #gardening memes #growing food

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years ago

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In The Cold, Cold Night: Chapter One

pairing: cowboy/frontier!joel miller x oc (Dorothea) / unrequited tommy miller

rating: M (talks of death, bordellos, gender constructs, other wild west things, tommy is a cocky flirt)

wc: 7.2k

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It was a hot and dry spring in Texas, the corn fields out in front of the Mackey family farmhouse dying underneath the brutal and unforgiving sun. John Mackey, the patriarch of his small, humble family, tried his best to conceal his worry over the season’s meager harvest, but his wife, Jessa, and his eldest child, Dorothea, or Dottie as her family called her, had a unique ability to see right through his hardened exterior to the vulnerable, frightened man inside.

Although she was a grown woman, her twenty-fourth birthday passing just seven months prior, Dorothea chose not to venture out from her parent’s watch like all the other girls in their small town had done years before. She liked the predictability of home—the sound of her father’s work boots hitting the hardwood after a long day in the field, the smell of her mother’s cooking, the loud chatter of her five younger brothers as they ran around the house and farm like they were wild animals. Though a part of her did crave more, it was a small enough part that she could ignore, fixing her brown eyes instead on taking care of the things she already had.

“Daddy!” James, the youngest of the clan at only six years, came hurtling into the kitchen as his father sat at the dinner table sipping on a fresh cup of black coffee, Jessa Mackey and Dorothea standing at the sink scrubbing this morning’s dishes. “Look what the lady at the store gave me and Ed.”

“Let me see what’cha got,” the gruff man said, lowering his cup and newspaper to the tabletop as he fixed his attention on his son.

James wore a wide, boyish grin as he reached into the front pocket of his dirty, denim overalls and pulled out a burlap sack, his tiny fingers pulling the drawing string loose so that he could dump out the contents on top of his father’s morning news.

“Well, what’s all this, now?” John said, catching a few of the tiny glass spheres as they began to roll off the uneven table.

“Marbles,” he said, full of wonder and excitement. “She even taught me how to play with ‘em.”

“Can you teach me?” he asked, setting the handful of marbles into the little boy’s hand.

“I forgot,” he smiled bashfully. “But Eddie—“

“I didn’t ask Eddie, now did I?” John smiled back. “Come on, figure it out. You learned once, you can remember.”

“Oh, will you leave him be,” Jessa scolded lightly, chuckling at her husband’s insistence as she walked over, drying her hands on a cloth before throwing it over her shoulder. “Where’s your brother?”

“Outside playin’ with Sarah,” James said, looking up at his mother with round eyes as she carded her fingers through his dust-covered brown hair.

“Who’s Sarah?” Dorothea asked as she dried her hands off on her apron, her brows stitching together.

“She’s new ‘round here,” her youngest brother replied. “She ain’t got any friends—“

“Doesn’t have,” John corrected, lifting his newspaper back up.

“How old is she?” Jessa asked.

“My age,” the boy said, a big toothy smile on his face. “May I go play with ‘em, mama?”

“Yeah, go on,” Jessa smiled and watched as her son ran out of the room with his bag of marbles in hand, the wicker screen door slamming against the wooden frame of the old home as he bolted through it. “I gotta talk to Maggie about givin’ him new toys every time I send ‘em over.”

“She likes it,” Dorothea interjected. “Can’t have babies of her own, it only makes sense she spoils everyone else’s.”

“Don’t matter,” Jessa took a seat at the table to rest her aching feet. “We don’t need another tab.”

John’s eyes lifted to meet his wife as if he were daring her to continue.

“If that girl’s new, maybe I should bake a pie and take it over to her mama and daddy,” Dorothea suggested, sensing the building tension. “We got some blueberries that’ll turn any day now.”

“Sure, honey, go on,” John said, looking back to his paper.

“Don’t use more than y’have to, Dot,” Jessa ordered. “I need flour to make biscuits for supper.”

“I’ll only use what I need, ma,” Dorothea promised with a saintly smile, flashing her emerald green eyes at her mother before heading into the pantry to start out on her baking.

“Daddy!” Sarah’s squeal could be heard from a mile away, causing her father, Joel, to turn his head in the direction of the dirt road, spotting his daughter riding on the handlebars of of a brand new, candy red-painted bicycle, his younger brother pedaling towards the opened gate of their farm. “Look what Uncle Tommy got!”

Joel shook his head at the needless expense as he watched them ride up to where he stood near the porch, his white cotton shirt soaked down his spine from spending the better half of the afternoon fixing the old wooden steps.

“You ain’t got nothin’ better to spend your money on?” Joel asked as they came to a skid in front of him, Sarah hopping off the handlebars and skipping up to her father’s side to hug his hip, his hand smoothing her wild curls out of her face. “Where you been all day, missy? Out causin’ trouble?”

“I made friends with some boys down the road,” she replied, looking up at her father as he quirked an eyebrow.

“Boys, huh?” he asked, his tone playful. “You ain’t old enough to be hangin’ around any boys.”

“But daddy, they’re sweet,” she insisted, rounding her hazel eyes at him and poking out her bottom lip for good measure. Joel smiled and nodded, rubbing his hand across her shoulders.

“I’m just kiddin’, baby girl,” he assured. “What did y’all get up to?”

“We played cowboys on their farm,” she beamed. “I got to be the sheriff.”

“You know me and your daddy used to be cowboys?” Tommy said, leaning against the post of the porch.

“Well, I would’a caught you,” she said, tilting her chin up in confidence.

“Alright, sheriff, why don’t you go inside and wash off all this dirt before supper?” Joel ordered, patting her back as she begrudgingly obeyed her. “Cheer up, I’m makin’ your favorite.”

“Chicken soup?” she squealed again.

“You got it,” he nodded before waving at her to head into the house like he’d asked.

“If you’re gonna yell, yell,” Tommy sighed, taking a seat on the second step.

“I ain’t gonna yell,” Joel sat down with him. “But you can’t be goin’ around town showin’ off and spendin’ like that. We don’t need people pryin’ into our business and gettin’ the wrong idea.”

“It ain’t a crime to be a bounty hunter,” Tommy argued.

“Not when you’re workin’ for the law, but you and I both know we were about as far from the law as we could get,” Joel said. “Just don’t want people treatin’ Sarah bad because of what we did to make ends meet. That’s why we had to leave the last place, remember?”

“Yeah, I know,” Tommy nodded. “I just saw it and thought it would make droppin’ Sarah off at the schoolhouse easier on me, s’all.”

“Well, I ain’t gonna make you take it back,” Joel said, offering a soft smile, bumping his brother’s shoulder with his own. “Just…talk to me before you go out and buy somethin’ that pretty next time, alright? I might want one for myself.”

“Well, speaking’ of pretty,” Tommy nudged his chin forward in the direction of the gate, Joel’s eyes following his eyeline until he saw what he was so fixed on. Tan, freckled skin, a head of chocolate brown waves thrown up messily, a pair of bright green eyes and an equally bright smile heading up the dirt path to the porch.

“She here for you?” Joel whispered to his brother.

“I certainly hope so,” Tommy replied with a smile.

“Hi, y’all, sorry to interrupt,” the unfamiliar face greeted them as she reached the bottom of the steps, both men staring at her with a mixture of confusion and awe. “I’m Dorothea. My little brothers were playin’ with your sister earlier, and I thought I’d bring a pie over to welcome y’all to the town.”

“Sister?” Tommy asked, fixing a charming smile onto his face. “No sister here, but we’ll be glad to take that pie off your hands.”

“Oh,” she furrowed her brows in confusion. “I’m sorry, I guess I must’a—“

“You talkin’ about Sarah?” Joel spoke up, drawing her eyes to meet his.

“Yeah, I think that’s what her name was.”

“That’s my daughter,” he smiled.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened in shock. “I’m sorry, I thought—you look young, so I just thought—“

“No need to apologize,” he assured, standing up and unintentionally towering over her as he walked down the steps. “I had her young; I’m used to it by now.”

Dorothea smiled softly and nodded, her eyes lowering to the pie in her hands rather than at his dark, round eyes.

“Well, this is for y’all, then,” she said, holding the pie out for him to take.

“Thank you,” he accepted it and lifted the cloth covering the top, bringing the pie close to his nose. “Smells great.”

“It’s a family recipe,” she said. “I can give it to your wife if she’s around?”

“Oh—no,” Joel tensed, his smile faltering. “She, uh, she passed givin’ birth to Sarah.”

“Oh,” Dorothea’s eyes turned soft and sympathetic. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he assured, flickering his eyes over to his brother who remained watching their new friend with eager eyes. “We’re about to have supper, you could join us? Let us repay you for the pie?”

“Oh, I wish I could, but my mama’s makin’ biscuits and gravy tonight and she’d throw a fit if I stayed out past dark,” Dorothea said, offering him an apologetic smile.

“Well, you’re always welcome,” Joel shrugged. “Your brothers, too. I’m sure Sarah would love it if her new friends stopped by.”

“I’ll let ‘em know,” she smiled. “Well, I should be goin’.”

“You need a ride?” Tommy asked, standing up.

“Oh, no,” she giggled. “I like the walk, gives me a little time away from all the noise.”

“Alright,” Tommy smiled. “You said your name was Dorothy?”

“Dorothea,” Joel corrected.

“That’s right,” she chuckled. “And y’all are?”

“I’m Tommy, he’s Joel,” Tommy said.

“Well, Tommy, Joel,” she smiled as she turned her eyes from Tommy to meet Joel’s again. “It was nice meetin’ y’all. Enjoy that pie.”

“I’m sure we will,” Joel smiled. “Get home safe, now.”

“Everybody knows not to mess with me,” she smirked as she began backing her way towards the gate.

“That so?” he smirked.

“Yep,” she giggled. “Bye now!”

“Bye,” Tommy called, waving at her as she turned around and started down the road in the direction she came. “What a looker.”

“She wasn’t lookin’ at you,” Joel teased.

“What, you think she was lookin’ at you?”

“No,” he replied defensively as he started up the steps. to head into the house, Tommy trailing closely behind.

“You got a crush, old man?”

“Twenty-eight ain’t old,” Joel argued, setting the pie down on the dinner table.

“Older than me,” Tommy quipped. “Older than her.”

“Alright, well since you’re so young and spry, why don’t you go out back and fetch us some milk for supper, charmer?” Joel teased, grabbing the cloth from the pie and swatting it at his younger brother.

It was Sunday afternoon, Joel and Tommy finished with the week’s chores and labor, Sarah skipping down the road with them as they made their way to town to look around at the shops and stands.

Joel, as always, kept his pistol tucked into the holster on his belt, his eyes scanning his surroundings for any potential trouble while desperately hoping none found him.

Joel had lived a lot of life in his twenty-eight years. He started out as a ranch hand to his father, Tommy just old enough to form a sentence while his older brother was expected to go out and tend to the horse, sheep, and cows at five in the morning. School wasn’t a priority to his parents, but learning to take care of the ranch was, to them, as essential to living as breathing.

Joel was fifteen when his father passed from typhoid fever, his mother following shortly after getting caught in the middle of a shoot out in town, leaving him to not only take care of the ranch, but his eleven year old brother as well.

Two years later, Joel and Tommy got swept up in the bounty hunting lifestyle after seeing how much the sheriff was offering for an outlaw on a wanted poster. They bid their ranch goodbye, packed up what little they had, and rode off into the desert to start anew, not knowing a single thing about what was to come.

Though their endeavors started out lawful, a then-seventeen year old Tommy quickly grew bored of their meager earnings and convinced Joel to abandon the lawful bounty hunting in favor of working with outlaws, the two of them hunting out sheriffs and their own people instead.

This was how Joel met Sarah’s mother at the young age of twenty-one. She was ten years older than him, working in a bordello Tommy insisted on staying at for the night during one of their hunts. Joel was hesitant at first, but quickly found his footing once he spotted her across the room. She had dark skin, rich, brown eyes, and a figure like he’d never seen before. He was already hooked then, but once their visits grew more frequent, he realized it was more than just a drunken lust he felt for the woman. He loved her. And when she fell pregnant with his child, Joel took her down to the town church and married her before riding off again to go on his next hunt. He only saw her two more times before Sarah came, and then she was gone.

Joel tried to go back to his old life, but found it difficult to do what he needed to do with a baby in tow. The boys settled down in Utah for a while, but Tommy’s antics at the local saloon had them packing up and heading west to California. Tommy had some luck there panning for gold, but just as quickly as the last time, he got into a brawl and the three of them were forced back on the road. It went like this for a while, up until just a few months ago when they were talked out of moving out of their old family ranch by a wealthy man looking to buy it for a handsome sum, the money too appealing for Joel to decline.

That’s how they ended up here in the Middle of Nowhere, Texas.

Joel liked it here. It was quiet, there wasn’t any trouble, and everyone seemed to have an understanding that this place was for families, somewhere safe to keep your children in the midst of all this shooting and debauchery. Joel wanted to stay here, but there was a nagging voice every time he looked over at his reckless younger brother that told him it was only a matter of time before they’d have to pack it all up again and run off. He hoped this time, Tommy would learn his lesson.

“Daddy, can I go look at the flowers?” Sarah chimed as they reached the booming Main Street, her little finger pointing at a flower cart.

“Yeah, but don’t go runnin’ off too far,” he said, keeping a watchful eye on her as she skipped towards the daisies.

“I’m gonna go see about that wheelbarrow,” Tommy said, nudging his head in the direction of an old man’s roadside stand of junk.

“Anything that keeps you outta the saloon,” Joel said, his eyes still locked on his daughter as she chatted the ear off of the older woman selling flowers.

“Robert, you better stay out of there!”

Joel’s attention was turned in the direction of a faintly familiar voice calling down the street. There he spotted Dorothea, surrounded by five boys ranging from Sarah’s age to somewhere around her own. The eldest looking boy, Robert he assumed, waved her off as he continued ahead of them into the saloon and bordello, leaving her fuming as she tried to corral the three youngest to follow her while the second oldest followed in his brother’s footsteps.

“Dottie, look! It’s Sarah!” the youngest squealed, his finger pointing down the road at Sarah who was getting a flower pinned in her curls. “Can I go say hi?”

“Yeah, just stay where I can see ya,” she said, watching as all three boys ran off in Sarah’s direction.

Joel cleared his throat as he felt obligated to go over and say hello, but Dorothea spotted him first and gave him a polite nod from down the road before turning to head into the general store. A strange pang of disappointment hit him in the chest at her lack of interaction, but he quickly reminded himself that he didn’t want the responsibility of a friend. He had enough on his plate with his ranch, his daughter, and his brother.

“Daddy,” Sarah came strolling back over hand in hand with Dorothea’s youngest brother, both of them smiling cheekily. “This is my boyfriend, James.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” Joel gave the boy a playful once over and shook his head in feigned disapproval. “How about a boy friend?”

“Daddy,” she pouted and fixed a stern look on her face that looked every bit her mother.

“Alright, James, but I expect you to respect my daughter,” he said, playfully wagging his finger in the little boy’s face and poking his nose, earning a giggle.

“Yes, sir,” James smiled. “I think Sarah’s the love of my life.”

“Love of your life?” Joel asked, resting a hand on his hip. “You ain’t lived much life, son.”

“Six years of it,” he countered.

“Six years a long time to you?” Joel continued with a smile.

“Yeah. It’s my entire life,” the boy quipped, pulling a laugh out of Joel.

“I guess you’re right,” Joel chuckled. “Long as you treat her right, we ain’t gonna have a problem.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Those your brothers?” Joel nudged his chin in the direction of the two slightly older boys, one of them chasing the other with a flower he’d plucked from the lady’s cart.

“Yes, sir,” James nodded. “Ed and Bo.”

“And the other two?”

“Robert and Paul,” James said. “But they’re mean.”

“Yeah? They mean to you?” James nodded. Joel smiled and squatted down to be eye level with him. “Let me ask ya somethin’. One day, you’re gonna be big enough to be mean right back to ‘em,” James nodded. “That somethin’ you’re looking forward to?”

“No,” James shook his head.

“No? Why not?”

“I don’t like bein’ mean,” James said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Good answer,” Joel smiled. “I don’t want my daughter with somebody mean.”

“Boys! Come help me with these groceries!” Dorothea called from the shop, her eyes flickering to Joel as he stood up and turned to look at her. “They ain’t botherin’ y’all, are they?”

“No, ma’am,” he said, tipping the brim of his cowboy hat at her.

“Lord almighty, she’s a fine lookin’ woman,” Tommy appeared next to Joel, earning a stern glare from his older brother.

“She’s off limits,” James said, his own face scrunching up. “My daddy said so.”

“Well, your daddy hasn’t met me yet,” Tommy smiled. “She got a boyfriend?”

“No,” James replied defensively. “And she don’t want one neither.”

“What about a friend?” Tommy persisted.

“I’m her friend,” he said, crossing his little arms over his chest.

“Did you get the wheelbarrow?” Joel asked, desperate to stop his brother’s back and forth.

“Yep,” Tommy nodded.

“Good, now go on and use it. We need fire wood,” Joel said, tipping his chin towards the hardware store. Tommy sighed and did as his brother commanded while Joel urged both Sarah and James off towards the general store to pick up their weekly groceries.

“Daddy, can we get some blueberries to make another pie?” Sarah asked, pointing ahead at a pint of blueberries sitting on the table in the middle of the store along with the rest of this week’s harvest.

“I didn’t make the pie, baby,” he said. “Don’t know what else we’ll need.”

“Y’all talkin’ about my pie?” Dorothea asked, offering a smile to Sarah as she walked over holding a basket of fruit in her hand while her younger brothers carried the rest of the haul.

“You made it?” Sarah asked with delight.

“Yes, ma’am, I did,” Dorothea nodded. “You want the recipe?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sarah smiled. “I’ll make my daddy teach me.”

“Is your daddy good at bakin’?” Dorothea chuckled, glancing over at Joel who watched her carefully.

“No,” Sarah frowned.

“No, he doesn’t look the part,” she smirked at him, watching as a subtle blush grew on his cheeks. “Well, maybe I could come and teach you since your daddy ain’t so good.”

“Daddy, can she?” Sarah asked, tugging on her fathers arm.

Joel looked down at his wide eyed daughter and felt affection bloom in his chest for her, immediately caving in to her request. “Sure, baby girl.”

“Alright, you want me to show you what you need?” Dorothea spoke to Joel, bringing his eyes back to hers.

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel nodded, gesturing at her to lead the way.

“Gonna need flour, y’all got that at home?” Joel nodded. “Butter?” Another nod. “How ‘bout milk?”

“We got our own cows,” he said.

“Looks like y’all ain’t gonna need much, then,” she smiled. “All’s left is some blueberries, a lemon, some sugar, and…I think that’s it.”

“You think?” Joel teased, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“I know,” she corrected herself with a smirk. “I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon, if that’s alright by y’all.”

“Sounds alright with me,” Joel smiled. “I’ll make sure Tommy ain’t around to bother ya.”

“Oh, you ain’t gotta worry about him. I think he’s kinda sweet…in his own special way,” she shrugged. Joel lifted his eyebrows in surprise at the jealousy that sparked inside him at the thought of Tommy and her together.

As if on cue, Tommy walked in, his eyes scanning the room until he spotted the three of them.

“Well if it ain’t Miss Dorothy,” he grinned.

“Dorothea,” James corrected from the counter as he scooped up the final sack of groceries.

“My apologies,” Tommy smirked. “Guess I’ll have to spend more time around ya. Get the name to stick.”

“Alright,” Joel rolled his eyes and patted Sarah on the shoulder, guiding her towards the counter to pay for their hail. “We’ll see ya tomorrow, then, Dorothea. Bring that James with ya if ya want. Word is him and Sarah are in love. I’d hate to come between that.”

Dorothea giggled and nodded. “That’d be a crime, now, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re comin’ by tomorrow?” Tommy asked, leaning against the counter.

“Yes, sir,” Dorothea nodded. “Showin’ your niece how to make my famous blueberry pie.”

“Got room for one more student?” he asked. “I’ve been meanin’ to learn how t’ bake.”

“Oh, have you now?” she giggled. “I suppose you can join us, long as you pay attention.”

“I’m gonna be payin’ attention, alright,” he smiled. “Have a good day, now, Dorothy.”

“Dorothe—“ She stopped herself from correcting him again once she realized he was now doing it on purpose, her head shaking as she smiled at him. “How ‘bout you just call me “Miss” from now on? Can’t get that wrong, can ya?”

“Ain’t no fun in that,” he smiled. “I’ll get it one ‘a these days.”

“I’m sure you will,” she rolled her eyes before looking to Joel. “See ya, Joel.”

Joel tipped his hat at her and watched her walk off back down the long road headed towards her ranch, her horde of brothers following closely behind.

“You gotta mess with her?” Joel asked Tommy as he pulled out a few notes and handed it to the clerk.

“Least she’s a nice woman,” Tommy reasoned. “Could be goin’ after one of my women at the bordello like you—“

“Watch it,” Joel warned seriously, no trace of amusement in his eyes as they flickered to an oblivious Sarah. “That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble, Tommy. One ‘a these days someone’s gonna come along and do somethin’ about it.”

“They already tried,” Tommy chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.”

Joel only shook his head as he led the three of them out of the store, Tommy’s hands busied by the wheelbarrow hauling lumber while Joel carried their bag of groceries and Sarah worked on the lollipop the cashier handed over to her.

“Dot, come down and help your mama with hangin’ clothes!” Dorothea’s mother, Jessa, called up the staircase of their quaint farmhouse, interrupting her journaling.

“Yes, mama!” she called back, closing her books before making her way downstairs to tug her boots on before entering the mid-morning heat. She joined her mother out in front of the lawn as she sat scrubbing the dirty laundry on her washing board, a few sheets already hung up on the line.

“Thank you, baby,” she said, wiping her brow. “It’s hot out today.”

“It’s been hot out every day,” Dorothea commented. “How’re the crops lookin’?”

“Your daddy don’t bother tellin’ me anymore,” she said. “Half of me wonders if we wouldn’t be better off packin’ up and movin’ west. I hear there’s still plenty gold.”

“Who ya gonna get to mine for it? Daddy’s back can’t take it, and your two eldest don’t seem to care ‘bout nothin’ except goin’ to the saloon.”

“Don’t you wish we had that luxury?” Jessa said with a smirk. “I know I’d like to be able to run off whenever I want and drink the night away.”

“I don’t care much for the drinkin’, but I would like to know what it feels like to do whatever I want whenever I wanna do it,” Dorothea replied. “Instead we gotta ask permission anytime we wanna leave the house. Makes ya sad if you think about it too much.”

“I’ll tell you somethin’,” Jessa locked eyes with her daughter. “You ever feel like sneakin’ off for a night—maybe go see a pretty boy—you can count on me t’keep your secret. Long as ya tell me, I’ll watch out for ya.”

“You gonna lie to daddy for me?” Dorothea giggled.

“Lord knows I’ve done worse things.”

Dorothea quirked an eyebrow at her mother, smirking in interest.

Jessa ignored her daughter’s curiosity. “So this mean there’s a boy?”

“No,” Dorothea shook her head. “Not yet, at least.”

“Come on, now,” Jessa smiled.

“James’ new friend, Sarah, has an uncle,” she shrugged. “He seems interested.”

“But you ain’t?”

“I don’t know, mama,” she blushed. “He’s fine and all, but…he ain’t really what I’m lookin’ for.”

“Why’s that?”

“He talks too much,” Dorothea replied, earning a hearty laugh from her mother.

“You’re just like me, ain’t ya?”

“Sarah’s dad, however—“

“Dad? How old is he?” Jessa furrowed his brows.

“He doesn’t look much older than me,” she replied. “But he’s quieter. Doesn’t talk unless he has to. And he was sweet with James,” she said. “Thought it was cute.”

“But he ain’t interested in you like the brother is?” Jessa asked.

“I don’t think so,” she said, grabbing the last piece of wet clothing from her mother’s hands and wringing it out before hanging it on the line. “Either way, I don’t foresee any sneakin’ out in my future.”

“A little sneakin’ out would do you some good,” Jessa argued. “You’re too well behaved for your own good.”

“Someone’s gotta be,” she smiled and nudged her head in the direction of the house. “Alright, I gotta go change.”

“Where you off to?”

“Helpin’ Sarah make a pie,” she said.

“Mmhm,” Jessa smirked. “Well tell the uncle and the daddy I said hello.”

“Sure, mama,” she smiled back knowingly before skipping off to the house.

“There she is,” Tommy chimed as Dorothea walked up the steps of the porch, a sweet tea in his hand as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Where’s my student?” Dorothea smirked, tilting her head at him.

“Right here,” he said, gesturing at himself. “Ready to learn.”

“I meant my promisin’ student,” she countered, bringing a grin to his face.

“She’s out back with her daddy,” he said, tipping his head back towards the house. “But we could get started without her.”

“I’m sure you’d like that,” she chuckled. “I’m gonna go find her.”

“I’ll be right here,” he drawled, watching her as she walked down the steps and rounded the corner of the house.

Out back, she was met with the sight of Sarah filling the pigs trough full of scraps while her father brushed the mane of a chestnut horse, his white shirt pulling taut across the breadth of his shoulders.

“Hey, y’all,” she announced herself, drawing both pairs of eyes to hers.

“Dorothea!” Sarah chimed, abandoning her work at the pig pen to come skipping over. “Time for pie?��

“Yes, ma’am,” she smiled, her eyes trailing from the little girl in front of her to her much larger father as he walked over, his blue jeans clinging to his legs as if they were painted on.

“Miss Dorothea,” he tipped his hat at her. “You come to take this trouble maker off my hands?”

“You causin’ trouble?” Dorothea asked, looking back to the six year old.

“Daddy’s lyin,” she grinned.

“So I got a troublemaker and a liar on my hands,” Dorothea smiled, looking back to Joel. “Ya gonna stay out here, or ya gonna join us inside?”

“Ain’t gonna be much help, I’m afraid,” he smiled.

“You can be our taste-tester,” she shrugged. “And maybe you can keep that brother of yours on a leash. He seems particularly determined today.”

“I apologize for his forwardness,” Joel spoke sincerely. “He thinks he’s smooth ‘cause every woman he’s ever talked to has been eager. He don’t realize it’s ‘cause he paid ‘em to be.”

Dorothea laughed, her brows lifting in shock at the racy nature of his joke.

“I’m sorry,” he said, realizing himself. “Forget I’m talkin’ to a lady.”

“Am I that homely?” she teased. “Maybe I’ll wear my best dress next time. Get Tommy to remember my name and you to remember you’re talkin’ to a woman.”

“Yeah, daddy,” Sarah scolded. “Where’s your manners?”

“I must’a lost ‘em,” he joked.

“Well, me and Dottie’ll help you find ‘em,” she sassed, grabbing Dorothea’s hand and dragging her along back to the house, Joel smiling to himself as he followed them.

“So, cows, a horse, pigs…looks like you’ve got yourself a ranch,” she said, looking behind her as Sarah continued tugging her along.

“Yep,” he agreed.

“You don’t talk much, do ya?”

“Try not to,” he said.

“Any reason?”

“Find people like me a little better when I keep my mouth shut,” he replied, earning another laugh.

“Someone must’a trained you right,” she joked. “Tommy on the other hand—“

“Y’all talkin’ ‘bout me?” Tommy spoke from the porch as the three of them ascended the steps. “Good things, I hope.”

“Hope is a dangerous thing,” Dorothea quipped, earning a chuckle from Joel, the sound drawing her eyes away from Tommy and over to him.

“I don’t get it,” Tommy said, smiling even though his brows were drawn together.

“Nevermind, let’s just get workin’,” Dorothea said, gesturing for him to lead the way.

“He ain’t too clever,” Joel leaned over Dorothea’s shoulder as they filtered inside, whispering to her, and she would’ve laughed if she hadn’t been so caught off guard by his proximity.

“You know anythin’ ‘bout makin’ a carrot cake? My mama used to make the best, and I haven’t found anythin’ quite as good since,” Tommy called from the kitchen as Dorothea remained frozen in the entryway, her eyes watching Joel as he squeezed past her to join his brother and daughter inside the small kitchen. “You hear me?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Dorothea cleared her head and composed herself as she walked in to join them. “Carrot cake, ya said? I don’t think I’ve ever made one.”

“Well, you had to have a flaw,” Tommy drawled.

“I’ve got a few,” she countered.

“Like what?”

“I’m very particular,” she replied.

“‘Bout what?”

“I like the quiet,” she said, smirking at him. “And I get real bossy.”

“I can shut up,” he said. “And I can follow orders.”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Joel groaned, sitting down at their round dinner table.

“Alright, then, if you’re so good at shuttin’ up and followin’ orders, how ‘bout you go sit down and stay quiet while me and Sarah get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tommy grinned, walking over to the table by the window to sit with his brother while Dorothea and Sarah got to work. “She likes me.”

“She hates you,” Joel corrected.

“What d’you know about women, huh? When’s the last time you talked to somethin’ as pretty as that?”

“Just a few minutes ago in the yard,” he said, lifting an eyebrow to signal his victory.

“You think she likes talkin’ to you anymore than me?” Tommy asked with a smug smile. “I can’t imagine how crazy someone’d have to be to find you interestin’. All you do is take care ‘a the ranch and complain.”

“I didn’t say she liked talkin’ t’me,” Joel shrugged. “Just that we talked.”

“Yeah, well, leave the talkin’ to me,” Tommy said. “I’ll have me a wife come winter, you’ll see.”

“She ain’t gonna marry you,” Joel chuckled.

“Why not?”

“You ain’t committed to nothin’ but causin’ trouble,” he said. “No amount ‘a pretty’s gonna change ya that quick.”

“Well,” Dorothea smiled across the table at Joel as he hauled a bite of her and Sarah’s creation into his mouth, Tommy long gone and out at the saloon while Sarah laid in the living room fast asleep from two thick slices of pie. “Any good?”

“Ya know it’s good,” he said, flickering his eyes at her before dropping them back to his plate.

“Is it always like pullin’ teeth with you?” Joel furrowed his brows as he looked at her again. “Givin’ a sincere compliment?”

“It was sincere,” he said.

“Guess I’m expectin’ somethin’ more like Tommy’s reaction.”

“What, fallin’ to my knees?” he joked, cracking a half smirk. “My knees are busted. I’ll have to praise you from my seat.”

“You and him are so different,” she commented, watching him as he ate. “He’s…wild. Too wild. Reminds me of my two brothers.”

“The ones who went into that…establishment?” he asked, wiping his mouth on a scrap of cloth he’d fashioned into a napkin.

“Yeah, them two,” she nodded. “You ever…been to one ‘em?”

Joel froze a bit, his hand pausing as he lifted a glass of milk to his mouth for a sip. “You askin’ me—“

“I just wanna know what they’re like,” she shrugged. “What they do.”

“You’re better off not knowin’.”

“Well, the men always seem to leave happy,” she said.

“They sure do,” he blushed and brought his cup the rest of the way to his lips, taking a swig before setting it down. “But I ain’t completely sure if that’s somethin’ you need’a know about.”

“Why is it that you boys get’a have all this fun and us girls are supposed to stay home and bake pies, sit and wonder what y’all are doin? What if I wanted to go into a bordello?”

“I ain’t sure it’s they’d know what t’do with ya,” he chuckled.

“Is it—are they…makin’ love?” she whispered the last line, causing Joel to choke on his bite, his fist pounding against his chest to clear it.

“I—“ He shook his head, lost for what to say. “I don’t know that I’d call it that.”

“But they are…sleepin’ together?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But they ain’t doin’ no sleepin’.”

“And that’s where Tommy ran off to?”

Joel hesitated for a moment but nodded.

“Well, then I know for certain I don’t want him,” she said, looking at her plate.

“You don’t like…those kinda men?” he asked, recalling his own past.

“I don’t like men who get around,” she clarified. “If a man wants me, I better be the only one. But so far, I haven’t met a man willin’ to hang up his hat.”

“They’ll grow outta it,” he said.

“Did you?” she asked, knocking his boot under the table with hers.

“I had my day,” he said, locking eyes with her. “Sarah’s mom—she, uh—I met her in one of those…places.”

“But you married her.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Never liked two-timin’.”

“Well, there’s still hope to be had, then,” she smiled. “Just hope I’m still young and pretty by the time these boys decide t’grow up.”

“How old are you?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.

“I’ll be twenty-five on Christmas,” she said.

“Christmas, huh?”

“Yeah, makes it easy on my mama and daddy,” she joked. “What about you?”

“Twenty-eight,” he replied. “Twenty-nine in September.”

“Birthday just passed, then,” she said. “I’ll have t’bake you a belated birthday cake.”

“You tryin’ to win me over with food?” he flirted, just to test the waters.

“I didn’t know I was tryin’ to win you over,” she smiled.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

“Your brother would,” she countered.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

Dorothea sat there watching him with a smile, searching his eyes for any sign of a cruel joke being played on her but found none. Even still, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do in this sort of situation. She’d been flirted with for half her life, but was never interested enough to flirt back. Until now.

“I guess I should be goin’ off,” she said, swallowing her feelings for the man in front of her out of sheer fear of falling flat on her face.

“You gonna get home alright?” he asked, standing up when she stood to carry her plate to the sink. “Could take the horse.”

“No, I’m alright,” she assured with a smile, turning around to find Joel right in front of her, his chin tipped downwards as she looked up into his molasses brown eyes. Though she remained breathless, she couldn’t help but let out an airy chuckle as she lifted her hand to press it against the firm wall of his chest. She didn’t push him away, she simply rested it over his heartbeat to feel for a similar rhythm to her own. “You’re awfully close.”

“Would’ya like me to step back?” he asked, his eyes darting across her features, admiring the curve of her button nose.

“No,” she replied, what was supposed to be playful turning into a whisper as she watched tongue peek out and swipe over his bottom lip. She couldn’t help herself but to want to trace the line, too, her hand raising to rest over his bearded jaw while her thumb ghosted across the bow of his lip. “Never kissed anybody before, y’ know that?”

“S’easier than you’d think,” he whispered back, leaning down to slowly fill the gap between their lips, Dorothea’s eyes fluttering shut as she splayed her hand over his cheek while the other lifted to bury her fingers in his curls.

Joel hummed into the kiss as his lips landed against the pillowy softness of her pout, his chest pressing to hers as he pressed her into the counter behind her, his hands gripping the edge of the rustic wood.

Dorothea’s brows laced together as she tried to keep her head above water in this sea of him. He tasted like the pie she spent all afternoon baking and a little bit of whiskey, the warmth of both heating her skin up as she melted into him.

“Daddy,” Sarah called from the other room, her tiny voice thick with sleep. Joel pulled back first, leaving Dorothea to chase his lips with her eyes still shut. He smiled at the sight and leaned forward to kiss her forehead, pulling her out of her haze.

“I gotta go take her t’bed,” he whispered, his voice raspy in her ear as his lips came to rest there. “Wait for me.”

Dorothea couldn’t speak, her olive colored cheeks turning a shade of red as she watched him walk back and out of the room, his voice soft as he spoke to his daughter, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her down the hall

She stood there resting against the counter, her hand resting on her heated cheeks, smiling at the wood beneath her feet.

Was this what it felt like to want somebody? Did it always feel this good? A blood rush to the head?

Joel found his way back into the living room a few minutes later, finding her in that same spot, still spinning over his touch.

“I…hope that was alright,” he said, seemingly catching her by surprise, her eyes jumping away from the floor to meet his. “I hope I didn’t…assume—“

“I think ya did, just a little bit, but that’s alright,” she smiled, walking over to meet him in the middle of the room, her hands sliding over his chest to loop around his neck. “You assumed right.”

“Tommy ain’t gonna like this,” Joel warned, resting his hands on the small of her back.

“He doesn’t got any claim over me,” she replied, her eyes flickering back to his mouth. “Y’know, your lips are softer than they look.”

“That supposed t’be a compliment?” he smiled and she nodded. “Well, thank ya, ma’am.”

“I like when you call me that,” she grinned. “When you use those southern manners.”

“Yeah?” he grinned back, leaning down to brush his lips over hers. “You like when I’m quiet and polite?”

She laughed softly and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Like that you know when to talk and when to shut up.”

“Then I’ll shut up now,” he said, smiling into the kiss as he squeezed her closer, his tongue swiping across her bottom lip before grazing the tip of her tongue. Dorothea moaned into the kiss, the sound causing Joel to short circuit and pull away, his forehead resting against hers. “You gotta go home.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, still breathless.

“Come see me tomorrow, if you got the time,” he said, pulling back to comb his hand through her brown waves as they hung loosely down her shoulder and back.

“I’ll see if I can sneak off,” she grinned, stepping back from his embrace to walk out the front door to his porch.

“I’ll see ya,” she said, biting her lip as she turned on her heel to walk down the steps of his porch.

“Bye, Dorothea,” he smiled to himself, tucking his hands in his pockets and leaning against the doorframe as he watched her frame get tinier and tinier as she walked down the long, dirt road until she disappeared out of view, taking the sunshine with her.

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