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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 5 months ago

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WED. WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONEEEEEE I’M GOING TO CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP THINKING ABOUT COWBOY JOEL 😭

I WANT HIM I NEED HIM I LOVE HIM

You thought you understood what last night was—anger, frustration, both of you taking it out on each other. But the way Joel touched you, the way he kissed you, the way he stayed silent afterward… none of it fits the narrative you’ve been telling yourself.

He’s totally smitten, Jesus Christ 🫠

“Joel’s snoring didn’t keep you up all night?”

Dude, it wasn’t the snoring, it was your brother’s big cock 😏

“I’d rather the ‘I told you so,’” you spit, hot and bitter. “Just say it. Whatever it is. You think I’m too young to know what I’m doing? Too soft? You think I’m a failure? Couldn’t handle the city, the job, the—”

Yeah, she’s me 🥲

When you’re satisfied he’s unhurt, you lead him into the pen and give him a scratch behind the ears. “You’re a good boy,” you whisper again, softly. “We’ll get it next time.”

Awww, the way she’s such a softie for Blue, so on brand for me, it’s just a different animal but the way she treats him is basically the same I treat my babygirl Brienne 🥹

Joel looks sincere, firm. “Desperation’s just another word for fightin’ for what you need.”

This is such a beautiful sentence and so true, ugh my heart ❤️

You look up at him. Feeling exposed, like you’re holding the ugliest parts of you in your palms for him to see. “You think so?”

And here’s another poetic image I love so much 🥲 God, how you even came up with this sentence, it’s so perfect

“You’re tougher than most people I know. And contrary to what you think, I respect the hell outta you for it.”

Awwww please, giggling and kicking my feet 🥹

You’ve spent so long chasing your own impossible standards.

Fighting for your dad’s stoic approval. Suffocating under the weight of other people’s judgment.

You looked into my head and wrote that, right? WTF 😭

He shifts, his hand brushing yours lightly, and the air between you feels thick. “Took me a long time to learn how to ask for help or accept it. Still ain’t perfect at it neither,” it comes out like a confession. “But there’s nothing weak about it. And there’s nothin’ more attractive than a woman who’s not afraid to try, fail, and try again.”

He’s so precious, I can’t even stop, I’m YEARNING

His movements are unhurried. He steps closer to you. He’s so large in the small space. Not intimidating, but stabilizing.

Joel is exactly this for me, my rock, my loyal guy, my everything 🥹

His hand settles on your waist, pulling you close as the kiss deepens. There’s no resistance. You’re pliable and willing. He moves with you naturally, like your mouths were always meant to find each other. He holds you like you’re a treasure, a prize, a wonder. Precious.

OMG 😭🫠

“You have no idea how much I crave this. Crave you. In every way.” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The reverence in his tone makes your cheeks flush, and you can’t help but smile.

JESUS FUCK ❤️‍🔥

Everything you use to protect yourself falls away as you let his words soak in. You couldn’t hide from him if you wanted to. He’s not just taking—he’s giving, pouring every ounce of admiration and desire he feels for you into each moment. And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself take it in, let yourself believe it.

Look how I’m going to cry for smut, just wait for it, this is so perfect 🥲🥲🥲

You wonder if you should feel more vulnerable being naked beneath him while he’s still fully clothed. But instead, it feels empowering—like this moment belongs to you just as much as it does to him; like every touch and kiss is a promise steeped in devotion.

Ok, I want this or nothing, it's the sexiest thing in the world

He knows exactly what you need next. Filling you with his fingers while he wraps his lips over your clit. The wet noises of his fingers pumping into you are obscene-–but they're nothing compared to the moan you make when you see the way his hips are desperately rutting into the mattress between your legs.

The sight of him losing control, his own need so evident and unrestrained, sends a fresh wave of heat through you. He’s giving so much of himself to you with every movement. It’s not just his mouth or his hands—it’s the way he wants you, completely and utterly, like he’s been holding it back for ages.

This is so fucking HOT, he’s so desperate, I’m going insane 🥵🥵🥵

Your head shakes slightly, determination building even in your post-release haze. “Joel. Now.”

🫠🫠🫠

“You’re gonna get me, baby. All of me. Gonna fill you so deep you’ll never forget it.”

Yes, please, I need this right now

“Fuck,” he pauses after barely pushing into you. His eyes slam shut for a moment before he inches deeper into you, slower than you thought possible. “You take me like it’s what you’re meant for.” His eyes stay locked on yours, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses your face.

You take me like it’s what you’re meant for… I JUST CAN’T WHY HE’S LIKE THAT ❤️‍🔥

“Feel that?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Feel how deep I am? That’s where I’m gonna stay, sweetheart. Right here, fillin’ you up.”

You can stay inside me 24/7, I don’t mind, I’m going to live the rest of my life with you inside.

You watch, as he instructed, until you look back up to his face. He’s so vocal, so confident with every word—but his face is equal parts hungry and wrecked. Fucked out. Drunk on you.

OH MY GOD PLS 🫠

Joel sits across from you, his knee brushing yours under the table. You catch him watching you over the rim of his coffee cup, his lips twitching into a barely concealed smile when your eyes meet.

He’s so damn cute 🥹

“It’s better when you’ve got good company,” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking into a half-smile.

oh please, with you by my side I could look at a landfill and find it romantic, I’m not even joking

The thought that this wasn’t just a playful gesture but a quiet claim sends a flutter through your chest.

Awwww OMG I’m going insaneeee

The two of you fall into an easy rhythm, sharing quiet conversation. Joel’s small acts of service don’t go unnoticed—handing you a napkin before you realize you need one, making sure your drink stays full, brushing crumbs off your sleeve with a casual intimacy that feels like it’s always been there.

Again, this is so damn cute, so on brand for Joel. He provides, he protects, he’s the man I love and I need 😭

You expect to see something flare in his eyes bringing up Cody, reminding you of the way he looked at you the first night you came back to the trailer. But, you take his hand and he’s only projecting pride and confidence. It makes you stand taller, knowing he’s a secure man.

Heheheheheh 🥰

He takes a deep breath, his hand shifting to fully cover yours. “I’m sayin’ I want something real with you. Not just sneakin’ moments or pretendin’ it don’t matter. I want to see where this goes.”

Yas, baby 🥹

Awww, this made me so full of love and content, it was exactly what I needed!

And I love that you wrote a softer Joel, he’s so damn perfect, he made me all fuzzy and stupidly happy awww he’s so precious 🥹❤️

This will definitely become one of my comfort fics, you did an amazing job and I loved everything, these two are incredible characters and your writing??? Excuse me, miss, are you trying to kill me, make me so aroused I can’t even stand it and make me cry all at once? 😭❤️‍🔥

Thanks for sharing your art with us!

right kind of dream (joel miller x f!reader) part two

wc: 9k | other fics | rating: 18+ | read on ao3 | PART ONE HERE summary: part two of 'right kind of dream': rebuilding your life, chasing, cans, and hitchin' a ride to the rodeo with team roper joel

a/n: i battled five million error messages to deliver this bad boy so if something is weird or it seems like paragraphs are missing... they might be. i think some formatting got lost. i'll put the whole thing on ao3 asap. i am unsure what i've done to anger the tumblr hq but i apologize

@katiexpunk : here is part two, thank you for being patient, i hope the wait was worth it <3 tags: modern cowboy joel au/ team roper joel and tommy, no sarah, enemies to lovers, dbf lite, choose your own age gap, small town romance, city girl returns to the country, miscommunication, horsegirl!joel, smut, ridin' that cowboy bareback as the good lord intended, no beta-mistakes are my fault for writing at 4am and for spending the afternoon fighting god to get this website to accept me thanks to: @syd-djarin, @auteurdelabre, and @lovely-vamp-princess for support, eyes, and ideas, etc.

Joel wakes you up while it’s still dark, pulling your shirt over your head and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sleep,” he mutters in a gravelly whisper.

The ache in your body is a stark reminder of everything Joel did to you. Every movement as you roll over sends a sharp jolt through your muscles, and the hollow soreness deep inside you leaves you raw.

For a moment, you lie still, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment—the way he touched you, the way he looked at you. You can still feel him, the shape he carved out inside of you.

He said nothing. He didn’t gloat, didn’t tease, didn’t even try to explain. The silence felt heavier than any of his words ever could.

You can hear him outside, feeding the horses. You give in, curling up under the blanket for another hour until you figure you might miss your chance for fresh coffee from the visitor tent.

You pull on clothes, feeling hungover with anxiety twisting in your gut. Your head spins and your chest feels tight, but you march toward the picnic tables and get yourself coffee and breakfast.

You aren’t sure what the fuck you’re supposed to do now. You sit at a table, a cup of coffee cradled in your hands, your head pounding as though you’d downed a bottle of whiskey the night before. The anxiety sits heavy in your chest, each sip of coffee doing little to loosen its grip.

You glance across the grounds, your eyes catching on Joel’s familiar silhouette near the fence. He’s leaning against the rail, his dark eyes scanning the crowd, but the moment his gaze lands on you, something shifts.

Your breath catches, the air between you thick and suffocating even from across the distance. Joel tips his head slightly, a subtle acknowledgment, but it only tightens the knot in your chest.

You tear your eyes away, focusing on the coffee in your hands, but the weight of his gaze lingers, pressing into you like a brand.

You keep your distance, avoiding Joel as you move through the motions of the morning ignoring the questions and confusion gnawing at you.

The sun climbs higher, the dry heat pressing down like a heavy blanket, but the rodeo grounds are alive with movement. Dust clings to the back of your throat, blending with the faint, bitter taste of coffee as you linger near the edge of the action, pretending to watch.

You’re halfway to convincing yourself Joel’s not even here when you hear Tommy’s voice. He’s leaning on the fence, one boot propped on the bottom rail, his arm resting loosely on the top. A beautiful woman stands beside him, gorgeous with bold makeup and tight jeans, her dark hair catching the light. She laughs at something Tommy says, swatting at his chest, and he grins down at her like she’s the only person in the world.

You almost keep walking, but Tommy glances up and catches your eye, his grin widening as he waves you over. He calls your name in an easy, smooth tone.

“Morning,” you say stiffly, stopping a few paces away.

The woman glances between you and Tommy, murmuring something to him before she wanders off toward the trailers. Tommy doesn’t miss a beat, tipping his hat to you with that same infuriating grin.

“You sleep alright?”

“What?” you gape at him before rushing to fix your face.

“Joel’s snoring didn’t keep you up all night?”

“Oh.” You shake your head. “No, slept fine. Thanks.”

He gives you another smile, and you move to lean on the fence watching the arena with him. He cocks his head, his eyes still on you.

“You worried about runnin’ Blue?” His voice is warm and light. His dark eyes sparkle with his natural charm, but it’s a genuine question.

You peel the edge of the paper coffee cup, looking past Tommy toward the warmup pen. “Yeah, I guess.” You give him a half smile. “We aren’t gunning for the NFR or anything, though.”

“Somethin’ else weighing on you, darlin’?”

You shake your head. Not willing to reveal anything else. “Heard you were up late partying with the roughstock boys and their fan club,” you accuse in a joking tone, attempting to redirect the conversation. “You aren’t worried about your own round?”

He laughs deeply at that. “Nah, that’s what a heeler’s for,” he says. “I just gotta be in the box on time. Joel’s the one that keeps us winnin’.”

“He’s not a partier?” You didn’t mean to dig, but the question slipped out anyway.

Tommy turns his head towards you, but you keep staring out at the arena, watching the crew setting up the barrels for the first division.

He studies you for a long moment, his grin softening into something closer to curiosity. “Joel’s not like me. Not really.” Your brow furrows. The words twist in your chest, setting your thoughts spinning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Tommy chuckles again, but there’s something unreadable in his eyes. “Let’s just say, Joel’s always had his head screwed on tighter than mine. Even when he didn’t.” You stare at him, trying to unravel the meaning behind his words, but Tommy just grins. “Joel’s a loyal kinda guy, y’know? Don’t mean he’s blind, though.” He gives you a wink and you feel heat flooding your face. “Just means he wrestles with it longer than the rest of us would.” You scowl at him for that. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Did Joel tell him? Does he know what happened? He shrugs. “Just means you’re a hell of a distraction,” Tommy says, tipping his hat. You laugh it off, but his words linger, your mind racing with questions you’re not ready to ask. You whip your head away again as if staring at the tractor raking the arena can save you from the conversation. But Tommy notices.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t tease or prod, but you can feel the weight of his gaze as you swallow hard, your thoughts spiraling. Before you can respond, someone calls his name from across the grounds. Tommy tips his hat one last time. “Good luck out there, neighbor,” he says, his voice light but laced with something heavier. “Don’t let that head of yours get in the way.”

And then he’s gone, leaving you standing alone, your thoughts spinning, your chest burning. You push off the fence and find yourself a spot on the bleachers. They’re dusty and worn. The boards creak as you settle into a spot near the edge. You watch the first few runs.

The riders move with precision, their horses cut through the dirt with sharp, clean turns. The announcer’s voice booms over the speakers, calling names and times, but it fades into the background as you watch.

Everywhere you look, there’s something that reminds you of Joel.

The set of someone’s shoulders as they lean against the fence, the low timbre of a voice nearby, a black felt hat in the corner of your eye. You try to banish the worry and the panic creeping in.

You remember the way he watched you train with Blue. The way he offered advice that sounded more like a challenge. The way his voice cut through the air like he knew more than you. The way he looked at you last night. The raw unguarded expression you’ve never seen before.

You hate the way he makes you feel small and uncertain. You hate the way you can’t stop thinking about him.

You can’t stop remembering the way his hands felt on your skin or his tongue. The heat in his voice and the way he saw through every lie you told.

The sound of someone hitting the dirt makes you snap your head up just as the crowd around you gasps.

In the arena, a horse stands, saddle hanging nearly sideways off of it. A rider scrambles to their feet, brushing dirt from their jeans with a wave. They lead their horse out of the arena and you can hear folks around you murmuring that their latigo broke and their saddle slipped as they turned for home. The horse and the rider are both fine, but your nerves flare.

You know the risks of the sport. But it makes you head back to the trailer early to inspect all of your tack closely for anything faulty. From across the grounds, Joel watches you. He stands near the holding pen, arms crossed over his chest. You haven’t seen him yet. Not really. Not in the way he sees you.

He can feel the tension in your shoulders as you walk, the way you crush the paper coffee cup in your hand.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t call out to you.

He doesn’t trust himself to. He shouldn’t have touched you last night. Shouldn’t have let his jealousy boil over. Shouldn’t have taken it that far. But now, standing here, all he could think about was the way you felt underneath him. The way you said his name like he was the only thing holding you together. And the way he needs to hear it again.

By the time your division gets called to warm up, you’ve eased your worries about your tack but you’re still swimming in Joel thoughts until you swing your leg over the saddle and settle on Blue’s back.

Then the rest of the world disappears. Your ride starts off smooth, but Blue’s sensitivity is a curse and a blessing. You figure he must be picking up on some anxiety as he gets a little hot, tossing his head and pulling on the reins when you try to bring him down to a jog.

You work out most of the kinks, circling and working on transitions until he feels supple and responsive to your seat and legs. Your nerves and the energy of the other horses still have his ears swiveling and his head perked up as you wait for the rider ahead of you to be called.

You can see most of their run, it’s smooth and they put up a good time. You squeeze your calves asking Blue to head toward the alleyway, but he’s springloaded.

You hold him back as he crow hops sideways for a beat before you’re backing him up. You try making a slow circle before heading in but he’s still jigging with short, bouncy steps like he’s ready to explode.

You’re tense, holding him back and trying to stay calm, making one more circle when he starts hopping again. You can feel eyes on you from the people standing near the gate. Before you can make another circle Joel is striding towards you with swift long steps.

He grabs Blue by the bridle, speaking directly to him in a calming, low voice. You glare at him reactively, but the words die before you can formulate them.

Blue’s jittering slows and Joel leads you up the alley toward the arena. His steps are sure and confident as he guides you. You bit your lip, fighting the urge to snap at him and tell him you don’t need his help. The truth is you do.

“Go get ‘em,” he says quietly, turning to you.

You gather your reins, giving him a tight nod to signal you’re ready. He lets go and steps back. Your heart pounds as you encourage Blue to push off into a lope.

The moment you cross the starting line, everything else fades.

The noise. The nerves. Even Joel. It all melts away. Just you and Blue and the rhythm of his hooves pounding against the soft dirt.

The first barrel comes fast. You guide him into a tight turn, pushing him to pick it up toward the next. His lead change is smooth as you shift your weight, leaning into the next tight turn. You’ve got your body facing the final barrel before Blue pushes off with his powerful hind legs.

You thunder toward the last barrel. His strides are strong and controlled. You’ve just gotta make this last turn without taking it too wide or knocking the barrel over.

Blue doesn’t forget his training, bending around your leg, picking up his shoulder, and you’ve got one stride left in the turn before you’re free to haul ass home.

You’ve got this.

You don’t got this.

The footing is deeper than the arena you run at on Thursday nights. Blue’s hooves slide in the loose dirt. His balance faltering. Time slows and you feel his weight tipping. There’s nothing to do but brace for the impact. His body hits the dirt in a controlled, almost graceful fall.

You hit the ground with a dull thud, the breath knocked out of you as you scramble back giving Blue room to pop back up. He shakes off the dirt, your stirrups slapping at his side and the reins nearly coming over his ears. His eyes are wide, but he stands waiting for your direction.

You catch your breath, chest still heaving from the shock. You dust the dirt off your jeans and wave off the grounds person jogging toward you. “I’m fine,” you call. “We’re fine.” Your voice is steady, but your chest feels like it’s caving in.

You pull his reins over his head and walk toward the end of the arena, keeping your head up and patting Blue on the neck. The crowd claps expressing support and relief that you’re both walking.

Hot, angry tears blur your vision by the time you get to the alley.

You don’t see Joel, staring at the ground as you walk, but you hear him hustling toward you calling your name. His boots crunch against the dirt as he matches your pace.

“You okay?” he asks, low and concerned.”

“Fine,” you snap, not looking at him as you speed up, pulling Blue along faster.

“It was a good-looking run you had going,” Joel says, his tone soft. “You two looked great, making good time. You can’t help the shitty footing—”

“I don’t need your pity,” you cut him off, sharp but trembling. “Not now.”

You don’t see the way his face tightens. The anger is spilling out, uncontrollable, and you don’t care if it cuts.

“Hey, easy.” He tries to interrupt you gently, like a spooked horse. “Nothing like that.”

“You think I’m dumb, too?” You keep jabbing him with questions as you get closer to the trailer, not caring if anyone else hears. “Just another woman that fell into your bed at another rodeo.”

“Enough,” Joel says steady and low, but you don’t hear him.

“Yeah, I’ve heard the rumors,” you snap, your voice cracking. “Didn’t think they were true, to be honest. Didn’t seem like you. Guess I don’t really know you though, do I?”

Joel’s jaw tightens, his dark eyes flashing with hurt, but you’re too far gone to notice.

“You know, maybe I was stupid.” Your voice shakes as tie Blue at the trailer to untack. “But for a while, I thought I was finally starting to feel like myself out here. Like I was where I was supposed to be. And now—” Your words catch in your throat. Tears streaming down your face. You shake your head, stopping yourself from revealing anything else. You turn away from Joel and start running your hands along Blue’s legs to check for any swelling from the fall.

Joel doesn’t move for a long beat. He stands rigid, watching you wrestle with your emotions as you work. Finally, Joel exhales sharply, running a hand over his face. His voice is tight when he speaks. “I’ll leave you be.”

He walks away before you can respond, his footsteps heavy against the dirt. Your shoulders sag as the adrenaline starts to wear off, leaving behind the hollow ache of exhaustion. Your hands tremble as you finish untacking and brushing Blue, but you keep moving, your touch soft against his sweat-damp coat. “You did nothing wrong,” you murmur.

Fresh tears pool in your eyes. “You’re a good boy, Blue. You did exactly what we practiced.” Blue snorts softly, his ears flicking back toward you, and you lean into him, pressing your forehead against the warm curve of his neck. “I was the one who fucked up,” you admit, your words muffled against his dark coat. The truth spills out in quiet, broken pieces.

“I should’ve been watching the other riders closer this morning. Should’ve caught how deep the footing was at the far barrel.”

Your voice drops to a whisper. “Instead of thinking about how I could still feel his hands on me. Or wondering if he’s thinking about me.”

The confession hangs in the air, heavy and unspoken. Blue shifts beneath you, his weight leaning into your side like he knows you need the grounding.

You pull back, wiping at your face quickly before running your hands over Blue one more time, checking for any swelling or signs of injury. You move methodically, your touch steady despite the way your chest feels like it’s caving in.

When you’re satisfied he’s unhurt, you lead him into the pen and give him a scratch behind the ears. “You’re a good boy,” you whisper again, softly. “We’ll get it next time.”

The afternoon stretched on at the rodeo, the sun climbing high and unrelenting.

You do your best to avoid the temptation to look for Joel, though he somehow has a way of being everywhere and nowhere all at once. Mostly it was false alarms and your eyes playing tricks on you. But once or twice you saw him watching other events. He never seemed to notice you, or if he did he gave no indication.

You hadn’t decided if you were avoiding him out of anger, shame, or if it was because the thought of being near him again after last night still made your chest ache in a way you didn’t want to examine. You’re still burying that last thought somewhere deep when you catch the flash of Joel’s red mare striding through the arena.

You can see Joel and Tommy putting their horses through some practice just past the main arena.

Your lips press together into a thin line as you watch them. Joel has a different aura about him when he’s in the saddle. He seems lighter somehow. Relaxed, but with a quiet command. He guides his horse in a way that looks effortless. His body moving in perfect harmony with hers. Tommy’s horse was a little snappier, making quick sharp turns. The pair of riders worked together naturally, movements fluid and precise as they get their practice in.

It was mesmerizing. Infuriatingly so.

You leaned back, trying to tear your gaze away, but your eyes betrayed you, drawn back to continue admiring him. The longer you watch the more it stirs up something unwelcome in your chest. You can’t keep letting him occupy so much space in your mind or your memories.

He’s proven time and again that he doesn’t respect you. He didn’t even argue when you laid it all out in your outburst after your run. He just walked away from you.

But there’s something in the way he carries himself. Something in the way he rides, the way he works with his horse, that hints at something different than what you know. Something that makes you curious.

You blink, realizing Joel’s head was turned toward the bleachers. For a second you think his eyes are on you and you quickly look away. When you glance back he’s already turned his attention back to something else.

Embarrassment wraps around your throat. This is why you had to avoid him. His presence alone seems to demand every ounce of your attention without even trying.

Before you can drown in your own emotional turmoil, an unfamiliar voice calls your name.

You see Cody waving a few rows down and give him a polite smile before agreeing to join him and his friends. Spending the rest of the evening with them feels like a safety buffer.

You don’t see Joel or Tommy when you get dinner. You watch some of the evening events before splitting from the group to check on Blue.

It’s nearly dark as you walk through the grounds. Your chest feels tighter with every step you take as you approach.

You’re hoping you don’t run into Joel—or Tommy and his knowing eyes. You let yourself into the pen, the noise from the announcer and the crowd are muffled by the distance.

There was a stillness in the dusk and the horses were calm.

Blue’s head swivels toward you as you approach. You pause to untie the braid in his tail before stepping between him and Joel’s horse. It’s not until that moment that you realize you aren’t alone. You freeze when your eyes land on Joel. He’s standing between his horse and yours, posture relaxed. The external light on the horse trailer casts shadows over his face making it hard to read his eyes.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say softly. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He responds with a small shrug and shake of his head. “Nothing to interrupt.”

You still feel frozen, like concrete had been poured around your feet. You’ve been carrying the weight of your earlier outburst in your shoulders, and the rest of your muscles are still stiff from hitting the dirt earlier. Maybe that’s why your defenses feel lower, or maybe something else has shifted, but the next words come out before you have a real plan.

“Look, about earlier,” you start with more confidence than you feel. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. It wasn’t fair.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, gaze fixed on Blue who huffs a warm breath out after nudging Joel’s pocket in search of a treat. When he finally speaks, it’s quiet but firm.

“You had every right to be upset.”

You frown at that, a line pulling between your brows in confusion, and you shake your head. “No, I didn’t. I was angry, frustrated with myself, and I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that.”

He works his jaw like he’s mulling something over, before letting out a sigh. You move closer to give Blue a scratch under his jaw. The spot that always makes him wiggle his lip. You see Joel’s expression softening.

“I’ve been where you are,” he says finally. “Trying to rebuild somethin’ when it feels like the world’s stacked against you. Trying to remember who you are. What matters most.”

You tilt your head, curiosity pulling at you. His words sound familiar for a moment. That conversation you’d had after stacking hay. “When you bought the property from my dad?”

He nods. “Bought the place after my ex split. Had to sell the business. Start over. Build somethin’ from scratch while trying to figure out what the hell my life was supposed to look like.”

“It’s not as simple as it sounds,” you echo your past statement. He laughs a short, humorless sound.

“Sure ain’t. I know I made mistakes along the way.”

You stay quiet, letting the words hang in the air.

“It’s easy to get yourself a reputation in a small town,” he continues, tinged with regret. “I spent a while chasing somethin’ I couldn’t even name. Thought I could skip the pain with sex, drinking, and spending every weekend hauling to any rodeo I could afford the entrance fees for.”

His confession sinks over you, and you feel a pang of understanding.

“Took a while to figure it that it wasn’t working. Wasn’t who I was… or who I wanted to be.”

“I get that,” you say softly. You drop your gaze, not quite sure how to say it. “Not the same circumstances, but,” you take a slow breath, “I had a reputation back at my old job. It wasn’t true but it didn’t matter. Once people decide who you are, it’s like there’s nothing you can do to change it.

You feel his eyes on you. “That why you came out here?”

“Sort of.” You run your hand under Blue’s mane, feeling the warmth of his body grounding you.

“Hated the job. Spent a lot of time and money in school to get there, and I dreaded going to the office every day.” You swallow thickly, still not sure you can look Joel in the eye.

“Then my engagement fell apart. The more we tried to split up our lives the more I realized none of it was my life. None of it was me. I didn’t know myself anymore. I didn’t know what mattered.”

“Takes guts to start over,” Joel says with a current of finality about it. Like it’s a fact. “Most people wouldn’t have the nerve.”

His words warm something deep inside of you, but they also make your eyes well up. You blink away the tears before you look to Joel’s face. His eyes are steady on yours. You offer a small smile.

“Feels less like guts and more like desperation most of the time.”

Joel looks sincere, firm. “Desperation’s just another word for fightin’ for what you need.”

A heavy lump in your throat makes it difficult to respond, but you push yourself to be vulnerable. “I came out here to figure myself out and to do it on my own. I wanted to prove it to myself. But, then today, I got so caught up in my own head that I almost got us both hurt.”

“That wasn’t your fault,” he says quietly.

“I should’ve been paying better attention. Should’ve asked the other riders about the footing. Or—” your voice cracks and you pause to slow down your spiraling thoughts.

Joel moves closer, his presence solid. Anchoring. “You’re hard on yourself,” he says it soft, but firm. “You’ve got grit. You work your ass off. That’s what matters.”

You look up at him. Feeling exposed, like you’re holding the ugliest parts of you in your palms for him to see. “You think so?”

“I know so. I see you. The way you handle Blue, the balance you strike with your dad, the way you work twice as hard as most folks at a part-time job and still have time to learn the names of every old farmer in 50 miles that comes in once a month.”

You laugh at that, feeling something warm blooming in your chest. His eyes soften, and you’re drawn to the lines on his face.

“I’ve seen the way you push yourself even when you’re tired, the way you’re determined to bring out the best in yourself and others. Even those of us with a history.” He runs his hand along the scar tissue on Blue’s shoulder. The horse that broke a girl’s jaw.

“You’re tougher than most people I know. And contrary to what you think, I respect the hell outta you for it.”

His words hit harder than you expect, and you feel like your ribs have been pulled open, exposing your heart and soul in the moonlight.

You’ve spent so long chasing your own impossible standards.

Fighting for your dad’s stoic approval. Suffocating under the weight of other people’s judgment.

Hearing Joel’s praise feels like a warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders.

“Joel,” you start, but your voice falters. The way he’s looking at you feels intense. Almost too much. You can feel your heart beating against your chest.

The slip in his voice–the raw, unguarded admiration–sends a flush of heat through you. Shit. The praise was already overwhelming, but the way he’s looking at you now—it’s too much. Or not enough.

His centering presence somehow has you rocked off balance.

Suddenly you’re closer, the space between you charged. Humming like one of the generators at the other campsites.

His hand brushes your cheek, gentle but deliberate. Your breath catches in your throat. Everything that has been simmering between you feels like it’s about to boil over.

The rest of the rodeo disappears. Standing there in the moonlight, the world around you dissolves into quiet, only his gravity pulling you closer.

Joel’s hand lingers just long enough on your cheek to make heat crawl up your neck and coil in your belly. Before you can close the distance he pulls back, clearing his throat and stepping away. He moves slowly and deliberately, giving you space to retreat if you want to.

But you don’t.

Instead, you follow him out of the pen, your feet carrying you toward the trailer without thought.

The silence between you is loud, not uncomfortable but full of unspoken words and feelings, each step drawing you toward something you haven’t named yet. When he opens the door and gestures for you to step inside, the creak of the hinges feels impossibly loud.

Inside, the trailer is layered in soft shadows from the glow of a warm lamp. Joel closes the door behind you, and the quiet feels delicate. He stands a few paces away, his hat in hand, his eyes scanning your face as though searching for any sign of doubt.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice low and careful.

When you find your voice, it’s softer than you expected. “Yeah.”

The corners of his mouth lift just slightly, and the warmth in his eyes eases some of the nervous energy bouncing around in your chest. He hangs his hat on the hook near the door. The image of him reaching past you to hang it on the same hook last night flares in your mind and buzzes through your skin.

His movements are unhurried. He steps closer to you. He’s so large in the small space. Not intimidating, but stabilizing.

“Earlier,” he begins, “when I said I respect the hell outta you… I meant it.”

He takes your hand in his, his fingers warm and solid. Your senses are heightened from the emotionally raw conversation, from his touch, and the warm, spiced scent of him wrapping around you. “I see how hard you’ve worked, how much you’ve sacrificed to be here. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a tenderness that makes your heart ache.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with awe.

“And you’ve got no idea how much I—”

He cuts himself off, searching your face. His breath is warm, so close to your face. His lips look soft, so close to yours.

You close the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that’s nothing like the night before. It’s tender. Slow. Sprawling. Unspoken affection passes between you with the slip of your tongues and the soft sounds in your throat.

Joel’s mind blanks for a moment, every thought and worry dissolving into the sensation of your lips on his. Softer than he ever let himself imagine, a sweetness he didn’t think he deserved. The warmth of you seeps into him, steadying him even as it sends electricity down his spine.

So soft, he thinks, his thumb grazing the curve of your waist. Every inch of you pressed against him feels like fire and solace all at once. His other hand roams over your back, the delicate shift of muscle beneath his palm grounding him in the reality that you’re here, with him.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer, but there’s no space left between you. His palm glides down your spine, lighting you from within. When you break apart, softly breathing in each other’s air, his forehead rests against yours, eyes dark and soft as they hold your gaze.

“You have no idea how much I crave this. Crave you. In every way.” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The reverence in his tone makes your cheeks flush, and you can’t help but smile.

“I might have some idea,” you reply, your voice just as quiet, but your smile grows wider.

Then he kisses you again, this time with more urgency, his hands moving to your hips and guiding you toward the bed. His touch is everywhere, his lips tracing a path from your mouth to your jaw, down the curve of your neck, each kiss making you feel lighter and warmer.

He continues to pour his confessions into your skin between each article of clothing he pulls off of you. "I thought I’d never have this. Never have you. But here you are, and you’re perfect." The words spill out of him unbidden, each one carrying a weight he’s carried for far too long. His hands tremble slightly as he leaves a wet trail of kisses down your clavicle, between the swell of your breasts, over the smooth fabric of your bra.

"I used to hate that I wanted you, that I thought about having you like this. But I don’t want to stop, sweetheart.” He unclasps your bra and slips the straps over your shoulders, replacing the cups with his palms, kneading your plush flesh. The warmth of your skin beneath his hands sends sparks through him, and he leans in, brushing his lips over the sensitive peaks.

“Don’t want you to stop,” you murmur back. He hums in response to you, rolling your nipples between his fingers before taking his time mouthing, sucking, licking at each of them until you moan and arch toward him.

“I spent too many nights trying not to think about you,” he confesses, his voice dipping lower. “And cursing myself for it.” He shifts down, between your legs to pull your jeans off. It feels like he’s just handed you a piece of himself you didn’t expect to see. The idea of him, alone and thinking about you, shifts something in your mind. It’s not just desire he carries for you. Is it something deeper?

He runs his hands along your bare legs, warm against your smooth skin. He already looks wrecked and he’s still fully clothed. You reach for him, but he shakes his head, dipping to line another path of kisses down your belly, to the sensitive skin inside the top of your thighs. His lips press against your skin, reverent, as if trying to memorize the feel of you beneath him.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with need. His admiration and desire are intense, making you feel stripped bare in an emotional way. He’s not just saying it; he means it in a way that feels different from casual compliments.

The heat of his touch and the need in his eyes have your core aching for attention. His breath ghosting over your swollen cunt makes you shudder with need.

When his lips press against the thin fabric still covering you, you arch into him. You feel him smile against you, breathing deeply before he slides his hands beneath your thighs, cupping your ass to tilt your hips before he descends again.

He kisses and sucks at your clit through your soaked panties without a care for the lewd sounds filling the small room. He doesn’t stop. It’s warm and wet, and the pressure makes you feel needy. You roll your hips seeking more contact, and he moans against you, the sound vibrating through you causing you to gasp and call out his name.

He looks up at you before pulling your underwear off and pausing to stare at your glistening cunt, before taking all of you in. His eyes dart to your face, all of your exposed skin, and back to your eyes.

“I never thought I’d actually get to touch you. To kiss you. Taste you like this.” His voice is hoarse, barely audible over the sound of your breath.

“Please, Joel.” He’s like a dream between your legs. His mouth, his tongue, his hands, his fingers. He uses everything with expert precision, bringing you closer and closer and erasing every worry, every stress.

His hips press into the mattress involuntarily, seeking relief for his throbbing cock as he continues to worship you with his mouth. You thread your fingers through his hair as he dips his tongue inside of you. “Oh, fuck.” Your voice is hoarse and ragged already.

It tips you over the edge, chanting his name like a prayer as your release crashes through you. Your walls contract around his fingers and your muscles tense as he groans into your wet flesh before pulling back.

“That’s it,” he murmurs from between your legs, “you did good for me, baby. You’re so good for me.”

You’re boneless as the words melt into you. But you know you wanted to say something before he made your vision blur.

Your breath comes in slow, uneven waves as you blink at the ceiling, reality slowly settling back into your body. He’s watching you, his eyes dark and heavy with affection and need, and you realize the thought that had slipped away moments ago was this: you need to feel him, to see him.

“Joel,” you manage, your voice low and hoarse, your fingers brushing weakly at his forearm. He raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he leans closer.

“What is it, baby?”

You swallow hard, the words tangled in your throat as you try to gather your strength. “Off,” you rasp, fingers tugging weakly at the fabric of his shirt.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leans down to kiss your temple. “Gimme a minute, sweetheart. Let me make sure you’re all right first.”

Your head shakes slightly, determination building even in your post-release haze. “Joel. Now.”

Something in your voice snaps the tension in him. His jaw tightens, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt in one smooth motion, tugging it over his head.

The sight of him leaves you breathless. Broad shoulders tapering to a firm waist, his skin golden and littered with scars and years of hard work. He looks wrecked, his chest rising and falling as though he’s been holding himself back for too long.

“Goddamn,” you whisper, as your mouth hangs open. Your gaze drops lower, taking in the soft lines of his abdomen, and the trail of dark hair leading to the waistband of his jeans.

And then, as he unbuttons them and pushes them down, his cock springs free, thick and flushed and so fucking perfect it sends a scalding wave of desire rolling through you.

You’re expression fills Joel with pride. The hunger in your eyes makes his cock twitch, the intensity of your gaze threatening to knock him over right there.

You sit up slightly, your hand reaching for him, but he catches your wrist gently, shaking his head. “Not like that,” he murmurs, his voice rough as gravel. He eases you back onto the mattress, his hands warm and firm against your hips. “Not this time, baby.”

You whine softly, your need pulsing through every word. “Please, fuck, I need you.”

His pupils blow wide, his breathing uneven as he settles between your legs. “You need me?” he repeats, his tone darkening, the words laced with a feral edge that makes you dizzy.

“You’re gonna get me, baby. All of me. Gonna fill you so deep you’ll never forget it.”

The shift in his tone sends a fresh rush of slick between your thighs. His hand trails up your side, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast as he watches you.

“Gonna make you mine. Gonna keep you so full of me you’ll feel it in you every time you move.”

The possessiveness in his voice makes your body burn, your hips rocking up toward him involuntarily. “Joel, please,” you beg, your voice raw and edged with frustration as he drags the blunt head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you.

You gasp as he reaches the deepest part of you, his hips flush against yours, his cock filling you completely. “Look at you,” he coos. “Such a good girl for me.” The sensation is overwhelming, every nerve ending sparking to life as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust.

“Feel that?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Feel how deep I am? That’s where I’m gonna stay, sweetheart. Right here, fillin’ you up.”

Your walls flutter around him, your body already begging for more. “Joel,” you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Move. Please.”

He obliges, his hips pulling back before driving forward again, dragging out the intensity of every sensation. His forehead drops to yours, his breath hot against your lips as he whispers praise between each movement. “You’re so good for me, baby. So damn good.”

Your body writhes beneath him, the pleasure building with each heavy stroke. “More,” you whisper. “Please, Joel. I need more.”

The last of his restraint dissolves as he grips your hips and begins to move harder, faster, his cock hitting so deep you swear you can feel it everywhere. The pace steals the breath from your lungs, threatening to consume you.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice rough and unrestrained. “Take it. All of me.”

Your cries fill the air, his name falling from your lips over and over. His hands hold you steady, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he claims you.

“Look at you,” he rasps, his gaze locked on the spot where your bodies meet, where his cock disappears every time he sinks into you. “So perfect, takin’ me so well. Made for this. Made for me.”

You watch, as he instructed, until you look back up to his face. He’s so vocal, so confident with every word—but his face is equal parts hungry and wrecked. Fucked out. Drunk on you.

Again it’s the deep satisfaction you get from his unrestrained desire that makes you come with a blinding intensity. You try to tell him how close you are before you’re violently sucked into the sensations.

Your walls clench around him, making him shudder and groan. You try to beg him to come too. To fill you up. You’re unsure if the words make it past your thoughts, but he’s pulled into it with you either way.

Moments later, a deep groan vibrates through his chest as he tenses and his hips jerk against you. It feels like bliss, the sensation of his cock pulsing within you, the heat of his release coating your walls as they flutter around him.

The room falls into a warm quiet, the only sounds are your ragged breaths and the faint sounds of people laughing and shouting at another campsite, reminding you the rest of the world still exists.

Joel’s weight presses into you, grounding you in the present. He doesn’t pull away, softening inside of you as you breathe through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Just stay with me.”

He shifts you both just enough to hold tight against his chest, his lips brushing your temple as his hand smooths down your side. “So good,” he murmurs, “so perfect,” voice rough but soft in a way that makes your chest ache.

The early morning sun stretches over the rodeo grounds, bathing everything in a wash of pink hues. You wake to the soft hum of voices outside the trailer and the thud of a bale of hay being dropped just outside the trailer.

Joel’s weight shifts beside you as he stirs, his arm tightening around your waist for a moment before he lets out a soft, sleepy grunt. The sound pulls a smile to your lips as you turn to face him. His eyes blink open slowly, still heavy with sleep, and he offers you a lazy smile that you mirror involuntarily.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly and low.

“Morning,” you whisper back, your fingers brushing over his stubbled jaw.

There’s a content silence between you before a loud knock rattles the trailer door, making you both jump. Tommy’s voice rings out cheerfully, "Y’all better get movin’ if you don’t wanna miss breakfast."

Joel groans, dropping his head back against the pillow with a dramatic sigh. "That boy’s got the worst damn timing."

You stifle a laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before sliding out of bed to get dressed. Joel watches you for a moment, his gaze warm and unguarded, before he stretches and follows suit.

The three of you sit at a picnic table near the cook tent, balancing plates of eggs, bacon, and biscuits as the camp buzzes with early morning energy. Joel sits across from you, his knee brushing yours under the table. You catch him watching you over the rim of his coffee cup, his lips twitching into a barely concealed smile when your eyes meet.

Tommy, oblivious as ever, chatters on about their schedule and the competition, occasionally tossing in jokes that have you laughing despite yourself. Joel leans back in his seat, his body language is relaxed but his eyes are constantly flicking to you.

When Tommy excuses himself to check on their horses, Joel leans forward, his voice low and teasing. “You’re not real subtle, you know.”

You shoot him a mock glare, your cheeks warming. “Says the man who’s been staring at me all morning.”

“Can’t help it.” Joel shrugs.

Later, you find yourself perched on the edge of a fence near the arena, watching Joel and Tommy warm up their horses. Their movements are fluid and synchronized; you openly admire their skill.

Tommy tips his hat to you with a grin as they pass, and you wave back, your gaze inevitably drifting back to Joel. He glances your way, his dark eyes meeting yours briefly, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a small, private smile that makes your heart skip.

The arena is alive with energy as their division gets underway. You lean against the rail, your fingers gripping the cool metal as you watch Joel and Tommy back their horses into the box.

The chute gate flies open, the steer bolting into the arena with Joel and Tommy in swift pursuit. Joel’s rope swings in a perfect arc, catching the steer cleanly around the horns as Tommy moves in to secure the heels. The crowd cheers as they pull the steer to a stop, their time flashing on the scoreboard.

The announcer calls their time and updates the standings. Joel and Tommy have the best time in their division so far.

You can’t help but cheer, your voice lost in the noise of the crowd as Joel and Tommy ride back toward the holding pen, their smiles wide and triumphant. Joel catches your eye as he passes, tipping his hat to you with a grin that makes your stomach flutter.

When they dismount near the gate, you meet them with a smile. "You two make that look way too easy."

Tommy laughs. "He’s the header," he tilts his head toward Joel. “I can’t do shit if he misses.”

Joel shakes his head, deflecting the comment.

“It’s a team event,” you counter. “Both of you are good at what you do.”

“We should bring her with us more often,” Tommy jokes.

Joel gives you another warm look with unspoken words.

“Your head wouldn’t fit in your damn hat if you had someone talking you up after every run,” Joel mocks. As they both swing their legs over the back of their saddles. You turn to watch as they lead their horses back to the trailer. You want to follow and stay close to Joel for the rest of the day, but you stay put.

Trying not to let Tommy in on whatever’s happening between the two of you until you figure it out for yourself. Instead, you head back to the fence to watch the next pair of team ropers. You’d rather be near him, but staying put feels safer—for now.

The afternoon sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the rodeo grounds. You sit beside Joel on the bleachers, the two of you a quiet bubble of calm amid the hum of spectators around you. The events continue below—tie-down ropers hopping into the dirt, saddle bronc riders gripping for dear life trying to stick it out for eight seconds, bareback riders up next.

Joel leans back, one arm draped across the bench behind you, his body close enough that the heat of him radiates against your side. He’s quiet, but his presence feels steady and grounding. Every so often, his knee brushes yours, the brief contact enough to send a subtle thrill through you.

“You doin’ all right?” Joel asks, his voice low and soft. His gaze lingers on you, dark eyes warm but searching.

“Yeah,” you say with a small smile. “This is nice. I didn’t think I’d enjoy just sitting and watching this much.”

“It’s better when you’ve got good company,” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking into a half-smile.

Your cheeks warm, but you’re spared from responding by the announcer introducing the next rider. Joel shifts beside you, his attention briefly pulled to the arena. You let yourself steal a glance at him—the sharp line of his jaw and the quiet confidence in his posture. He catches you looking and tips his hat, the subtle smirk that follows sending warmth blooming in your chest.

As the next rider lines up, Joel pulls his hat off, setting it on your lap. You blink, startled, and look at him.

“Put it on,” he says simply, his tone casual, but there’s something in his eyes—a quiet intensity that makes your breath hitch.

You hesitate for only a moment before lifting the Stetson and settling it on your head. It’s big, a little too big, but it smells faintly of leather and him. Joel’s gaze lingers on you, his lips curving into a soft smile that feels like it’s meant just for you.

“Looks good on you,” he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear.

The weight of the gesture settles over you—the tradition, the meaning behind it. The thought that this wasn’t just a playful gesture but a quiet claim sends a flutter through your chest. You’re not sure what to say, so you lean into his side slightly, letting the moment and the warmth of him settle over you like a blanket.

Later, as the afternoon begins to mellow, Joel takes your hand and guides you to the cook tent for dinner. It feels almost natural to walk hand in hand, weaving through the crowd of people. The smell of barbecue wafts through the air, mingling with the sounds of quiet conversations and laughter from the other riders and their families.

Joel insists on getting your plate, waving you off with a playful, “Sit tight. I’ll take care of you.” You settle at a nearby table, watching as he weaves through the crowd with ease, stopping to exchange a word or two with acquaintances before returning with two heaping plates.

For a moment, it’s easy to forget you’re at a rodeo. The noise and bustle fade into the background, leaving just the two of you in a comfortable bubble of companionship. Joel’s low chuckle as you tell him a story about your first job, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, the warmth in his voice when he says your name—it all feels so natural, like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

As the sun begins to dip lower, casting a golden glow across the grounds, Joel stands and offers you his hand. “Come on,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “Let’s find a good spot for the bull riders. We can cheer for your new friend.”

He leads you back toward the bleachers. The two of you settle in as the crowd starts to gather, the energy of the evening event buzzing around you. Joel drapes his arm casually along the back of the bench again, his fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, but it grounds you, making you feel like you’re exactly where you belong.

Tommy and the woman you’ve seen him spending most of the weekend with join you to watch a few rounds. You tense as they come toward the steps, shifting to create space between you and Joel, trying to seem casual. You feel Joel’s eyes on you, but he doesn’t say anything about your move.

Tommy shoots you a wink before they take the seats next to you. It makes you squirm, but you tell yourself he’s always just playful like that. Too charming for his own good.

They stay and chat long enough to finish their drinks before heading back to watch the rest of the event with her group of friends.

Joel stays seated beside you, his arm still draped casually along the back of the bench, his other hand resting on his thigh. There’s a comfortable silence between you, the kind that feels like its own kind of conversation.

Finally, Joel clears his throat, turning slightly to face you. There’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced with something earnest and determined.

“I know this might be the wrong time to bring this up,” he begins, commanding your attention just with the timbre of his voice pulling at your heart, “but I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding about where I’m at.”

You tilt your head, curiosity piqued. “Where you’re at?”

He nods, his gaze holding yours. “Look, I know your dad’s a good man, and I don’t want to cross any lines. But I also don’t want to miss my chance with you.” He pauses, his hand brushing against yours where it rests on your lap. “I don’t want this to be our only day together, and I won’t have you sneakin’ out your bedroom window and hoppin’ the fence to see me. S’just not the kind of man I am.”

Your heart stutters as his words sink in. There’s no wavering in his voice, no attempt to downplay what he’s saying. He’s laying it out plainly, his honesty disarming in a way you didn’t expect.

“So what are you saying?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your chest swells. You nod slowly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’d like that.” Relief washes over his face, and he leans close to you.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “Well, if you’re such a true-blue cowboy, you’re gonna have to be the one to tell my dad.”

Joel nods. “I’ll handle it.” His voice is quieter, but honest. His gaze seems to look a little far away.

You squeeze his hand. “We’ll handle it.” You give him an encouraging smile. “Don’t have to do everything by ourselves right?”

He gives you a warm look. “Right.” He dips toward you for a chaste kiss. It’s sweet and playful. “Just don’t make me wait too long to take you out proper,” he rumbles as he pulls his head back.

You laugh airily, leaning into his side as he pulls you closer. The warmth of his arm around you, the weight of his hat still on your head, and the quiet promise of what’s to come settle over you, the world around you fading into a comfortable hum of possibilities for you and your cowboy Joel.

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That Escalated Quickly

Summary: Reader goes to a party with her friends to gather info on a new group of vampires in town that want Klaus dead. However, she’s kidnapped and Klaus must rescue her. The result? An eternity with the love of her life I suppose.

TW/CW: Klaus Mikaelson x Female!Reader. Canon violence ig? Blood, gun and gunshot wound, knife and stab wound, yeah canon violence about sums it up well.

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,788

A/N: So, I googled whether a human dying with Klaus’s blood in their system would actually make them a vampire but I didn’t find anything so let’s just assume it would lol. Also, this turned out way longer than I had expected/planned. It’s been quite a while since I’ve watched tvd so I apologize if the transition is inaccurate :/ Anyway, I hope you enjoy the read! Requests are open and as always, love to all! P.S. when I say I would simp for this man... he and Elijah would be the death of meeeee.

Prompt: “Too bad the party is going to be hosted by people who want you dead. I heard they have a chocolate fountain.” “Don’t tempt me.”

Your POV

I adjust my outfit in the mirror as my boyfriend enters the room behind me. “My don’t you look ravishing,” he says as he wraps his arms around my waist and places soft kisses along my neck. I giggled at the tickle of his stubble and worm my way out of his arms to add the finishing touches to my outfit.

I notice him pouting out of the corner of my eye and make my way back to him as I finish my outfit, “Too bad the party is going to be hosted by people who want you dead. I heard they have a chocolate fountain.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he responds as I kiss his cheek and make my way out of our room to head downstairs and join the others. He follows closely behind and when I finally come to a stop downstairs, he wraps me in his arms once again and this time he full on buries his face in my neck. I can tell he’s not happy about the current mission. There’s a new group of vampires in Mystic Falls, the leader of which does not like Klaus at all. From what I heard it’s probably for a good reason but I’m not exactly keen on letting my boyfriend get killed for a mistake he made in the past.

Klaus is under orders to stay home and Elijah and Rebekah are staying behind to ensure that he follows said orders. Elena, Jeremy, Bonnie, Matt, Alaric and myself will be mingling among the party guests in attempts to pick up any information we can about the new vampires but of course at the request of Klaus and supply of Alaric and Jeremy, we’ll all be armed with stakes. Damon, Stefan, Caroline, and Tyler are all tasked with discretely patrolling the perimeter and listening for whatever they can. For the most part, they’re there in case we need back up.

I take the stake offered to me by Alaric and stuff it into the sleeve of my jacket and look around to make sure everyone is ready. As they are, I pry myself away from Klaus and press a quick kiss to his lips before heading out, “I’ll be fine, babe. Try not to worry too much while we’re gone.” I join the others outside and then we head off for the party.

Upon entering the house, my senses are already overwhelmed by the smell of booze and the deep bass thumping music. I follow Elena and Bonnie off towards the kitchen for a drink and leave the guys at the door looking around like lost puppies. I glance back and chuckle at the looks on their faces before turning back around to make sure I don’t lose Elena and Bonnie. We somehow manage to find something non-alcoholic in the kitchen and pour each of ourselves some to drink before departing the kitchen to wander among the crowd filling the large house.

Everything goes without a hitch for quite some time but the information pool is pretty dry. Finally, I decide that my bladder can’t take much more and head for the bathroom with promises to Elena and Bonnie to meet them and the guys back in the kitchen when I’m done. I find the bathroom without any issues, do my business, and then start to head back to the kitchen when I bump into a man who’s blocking the long hallway. “Uh, dude? Could you move? I need to get through,” I say as I try to go around him but he sidesteps to block my path.

“You’ll make excellent bait,” comes a scratchy voice behind me.

I turn around to face the newcomer, “Excuse me?”

“His scent is all over you. Don’t act stupid,” is his only answer. Shit. I drop the stake out of my sleeve and into my hand but before I can even begin to think of an escape plan, the man behind me grabs the stake and tosses it off behind him. Next thing I know, everything goes black and I have a splitting headache.

Third Person POV

Elena and Bonnie pause their conversation as Alaric, Jeremy, and Matt make their way over. Elena tilts her head, “Hey, did you guys happen to see (Y/n) on your way in here?”

They all shake their head and Alaric answers, “No, why? Should we be worried?” Elena and Bonnie share a look. “Possibly,” Bonnie answers, “She went to the bathroom about 20 minutes ago and still isn’t back.”

“I’ll go outside and let Damon and the others know. You four split up and see if you can find her,” Alaric orders before heading to the front door, the others splitting up to search as he does. Once he steps outside, Alaric pulls his phone out and dials Damon’s number.

It only rings once before the oldest Salvatore picks up, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“We’ve lost track of (Y/n) the girl’s said she went to the bathroom about 20 minutes ago but they haven’t seen her since. They’re inside with Jeremy and Matt looking for her now,” Alaric answers promptly.

“Alright, looks like they took the bait. I’ll let Elijah know, we’ll need Klaus to track her down,” comes Damon’s response.

“Are we sure that’s a good idea? This guy wants Klaus dead,” Alaric inquires once again for the third time this evening. “I told you, Klaus can handle himself. The only reason he’s not here is because (Y/n) insisted that he stay out of danger,” Damon replies with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Okay, if you say so. I’ll round up the others and we can head back to the house for him,” Alaric says before hanging up the phone and heading back inside. Almost immediately he finds Elena, Bonnie, Jeremy, and Matt waiting for him.

Elena who’s on the phone perks up, “Hello! (Y/n)? Where are you?” She’s quiet as whoever is on the other end of the line says something. She looks at the others with concern plastered across her face, “I swear if you hurt her-” she’s interrupted and listens for a moment before hanging up the phone angrily and storming out of the house with the others in hot pursuit. Elena stomps over to where the vampires and werewolf have gathered, “They have her. They gave an address and said to make sure Klaus comes alone.”

“Oh, he’s going to be pissed,” Tyler adds.

“What are we going to do? We can’t just send Klaus in alone, can we?” Caroline questions the group.

Stefan, Damon, and Alaric all seem to share a look before Stefan answers, “We’ll leave that decision up to him.” With that, everyone climbs into the vehicles and heads back towards the Mikaelson’s home.

When the group piles out of the vehicles and steps inside the house, Klaus storms over, “Where is she?”

“Klaus, would you slow down and get your head on straight before you go barging into danger?” Rebekah pleas with her brother.

“Where. Is. She?” Klaus barks.

Everyone exchanges glances at each other, silently arguing over who will be the one to tell him. Finally, Elena speaks up, “There’s an old warehouse just outside of town. They have her there. They said to come alone.”

Without saying another word, Klaus is gone. Everyone looks to Elijah who takes a deep breath, “We’ll follow but we’ll keep our distance. If I know my brother, he won’t want to put her in any more danger than she’s already in, even if it means risking his life.”

As they all head off in pursuit of Klaus, Rebekah speaks up again, “Surely, they can’t actually kill him, can they? He’s a bloody Original for crying out loud.”

“I don’t know, Rebekah. All we can do right now is hope for the best,” Elijah answers.

Your POV I open my eyes slowly but the bright lights overhead still hurt my eyes. I look around and find myself in an old abandoned warehouse. My arms are chained to a rafter above my head and my feet are shackled to the floor. A tall, scraggly looking man steps into view, “Ah you’re awake.”

I recognize that voice as one of the men that ambushed me, “You’re pretty brave, you know that? You must be to kidnap the girlfriend of an original vampire.”

“Awwww boo hoo, he’s getting what he deserves,” the man mocks. Then the front door of the warehouse is kicked down and in walks my boyfriend.

I glare at him with a frown on my face, “I thought I told you to keep your ass out of danger?”

“Did you really think I’d listen?” he responds before launching himself after the men around me. It seems almost instantly that the men are wiped out. However, not before one of them manages to run me through with a knife. I can tell I don’t have long but Klaus breaks the chains holding my arms up and gently lays me on the ground, placing my head in his lap. He bites a gash into his forearm before placing it to my lips. I can sense the others gathering around us as I let Klaus’s blood enter my system. Within mere seconds the wound on my abdomen closes up and stops bleeding. Klaus helps me to my feet and we begin to follow the others back out to the vehicles. Suddenly, I hear a gunshot and feel immense pain in my back.

The man swears but is quickly cut off by Elijah who rips the man’s heart out of his chest. Klaus clutches me close to him, “I’m sorry, love. I should’ve been more careful.”

I laugh softly, “It’s alright, this was bound to happen eventually.”

When I wake up again, I find myself in mine and Klaus’s bedroom. Upon entering the room, Klaus notices that I’m awake and offers me a glass of what’s presumably blood. I down the glass as he climbs into bed beside me and wraps his arms around me. He presses a kiss to my forehead before asking, “What did you mean when you said that this was bound to happen eventually?”

I shrug and wipe my mouth, “It’s not like I want to grow old and die when I have such an amazing boyfriend and friends that I’d leave behind.”

“I suppose that’s fair, but I’d much rather you not have to go through all this,” he replies quietly.

“Don’t start blaming yourself. That will only make matters worse. Besides, I have basically have the professionals of how to be a vampire to teach me, I’ll be okay,” I laugh softly and cuddle closer into his chest before dozing off to sleep.

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here2bbtstrash · 3 years ago

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okay LDOMLT LATEST CHEP let’s fucking go

• You’re embarrassed to admit that it never even occurred to you that Min Yoongi might be a person with a past and a hometown and stories to tell. how insensitive of you to say that!!! 😭

• it’s just been the intial hours of morning and we are already snapping at people! poor woman…..

• Universal jokes!!! cosmic coincidences !!! all things fav

• whoa whoa whoa we are laughing together ????? where is my LDOMLT COUPLE AND WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH THEM!!!

• whoa whoa whoa now we are defending prod asshole wow! character development go brrrrrr!

• Your stomach twists with a feeling that you imagine must be similar to having just kicked a puppy. i am gonna file a petition to Free JK from this K drama

• He frowns at it, then up at you, like he can’t quite figure out what’s happening. SAME I AM YOONGI FROWNING AT MY SCREEN WONDERING IF I AM ACTUALLY READING LDOMLT

• It’s maple,” he says as you slowly pick it up and investigate the contents. It’s still warm. “I asked for the most disgustingly sweet thing they had.” awwww look at them, it’s my fav emotionally dense couple flirting

• Jimin glances up at the ceiling, as if asking for strength YOU AND ME BOTH MOCHI, YOU AND ME BOTH

• DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL

• “I’m gonna go fuck him,” oh???? did i speak too soon !!!

• nothing can be normal with you idiots . i’m giggling wow

• “If • DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL

• “I’m gonna go fuck him,” oh???? did i speak too soon !!!

• nothing can be normal with you idiots . i’m giggling wow

• “If you’re really calling me begging to get fucked, the least I can do is provide the transportation. Just send me your location.” there’s my dear prod asshole, stop switching your personality will you, i’m having whiplash will all the character development!!!

• “It’s funny. I always feel like I have to do better, even now. I get obsessed with work because it’s better than being depressed. And most of the time it feels like there’s nothing else to do anyway. I just work myself to death because it’s my only reason to stay alive.” and i can see how personal this piece of chapter might be to you, really. i hope you’re doing well :’)

• ahh so now the darkest part are finally surfacing!! very cathartic and very beautiful written!!!

• Well fuck !! i did not expect that! the ground slipped from beneath my feet for a second! what the fuck (at yoongi admitting he was suicidal)

• finally we are fucking in a private place jesus

• oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

• M why you making these bunnies fuck without protection oh god

• I guess neither of us realized who we were dealing with.” YOU, JUNGKOOK,M and readers!! all of us 😂😂😂😂 I LOVE THAT FUCKING LINE

• SHIT I’ve to be somewhere and there’s still a significant part left it seems fuccccckkkkkkl

• Yoongi is a fucking sight when he leans back to look up at you: long hair falling in his face, eyes dark with lust!! reminds me of his recent ethereal insta post with messy hair and droopy gaze!!

• “I miss your cock,” you whine, fucked close enough to be shameless. who the fuck are you and what the fuck have you done with LDOMLT READER

• i would have woken him up and asked why he slept outside on the couch in his own house but hey that’s just me 🥹

• damn the slap to JK( yes i’m calling it a slap because it was worse than that) idk who to feel bad about it here tho😭 i mean She’s right for saying how this isn’t JK’s business really, if this was Jimin we were talking about may be we could have let that pass. And he is not even being subtle about it, it’s worse to just let it simmer like this under the pretence of friendship than ask directly if you’re interested but he’s also like a lost puppy 😭😭😭oh god

• Oh my my my we are finally going to LA, ngl i was so impatient when you had mentioned earlier how there’s still one chep left before grammys but after going through this it really feels necessary and the most important for character development.

aaaaaaaaa what an emotional whirlwind this was and so much worth the wait!! as i’ve said repeatedly i love how layered characters in your storyline’s are. and with the usual scenario it’s either one of them really fucked up and the other being the saviour! which isn’t the case usually when we talk about something real! but here, they both are scratching the past trauma , at least they’ve started to. it will be worthwhile to witness the journey.

thank you for your hard work :)

i apologise if this has gotten too long for you read although i know you love long ass messages :’)

p.s. i’m streaming astronaut and so should everyone! okbye

YES Y'ALL BETTER BE STREAMING 🔫🔫🔫

EMOTIONAL WHIRLWIND INDEEEEEED okay let's get it!!!! 🤪

LOL listen.... it's easy to imagine people simply and hard to imagine them complexly 🥲 especially when the person is an asshole and makes your life miserable!!! she is learning from her mistakes..... growth???? probably too soon to call it that lmfao

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT GO BRRRRR 💀 i know i know!!!! the ice is thawing and nobody was ready for it!!!! least of all these two dummies 🙄

wahhhhh honestly like 80% of what yoongi and reader discuss came from me and the ugly parts of my soul 🤣 it was very cathartic to get it out in this way, and it means a lot that other people are relating to it or can see the honesty in it 🙇‍♀️

sdfkhjsfsdf listen!!! with the way they've been going at it running out of condoms was a thing that had to happen eventually 🤭 did it just so happen to occur at a time when the feelings are overflowing and it quite LITERALLY forced them to slow down and start to put some pieces together 👀 idk...... 🏃‍♀️

asking him why he slept on the couch hmmm..... sounds like straightforward honest communication 🫠 we don't do that here 🫠

i appreciate you seeing both sides of the jungkook thing 🥺 i know a lot of people are upset with her delivery and i don't disagree, girl was MEANNNNN. but!!!! he's also clearly been carrying this torch despite multiple conversations where she expressly stated they were just friends and nothing more. that's not exactly fair to her either, and then on top of that to try and tell her what to do when it's at least partially selfishly motivated by his own feelings.... that's not nothing!!!! so yes he got a verbal slap 💀 and yes i still feel bad about it heuigdhkjdgglj baby starrrrrr i'm sorryyyyyyy 🥺

it's true they had a lot growing to do before the grammys!!!! and now who knows wtf is gonna happen 😵‍💫 i also appreciate you mentioning that there is no "hero" here, they are both deeply fucked up and are only now starting to recognize it in each other and see that commonality 💜 it's definitely making their perspectives shift!!!

thank youuuuu for reading!!!! and never apologize for long feedback because I LIVE FOR IT 👹

#anonymous #mbox 📮#fic review #look down on me like that #LDOMLT spoilers #queue what you want ㄱ -ㅅ-ㄱ

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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The Logic of Voodoo Dolls

Remus had created a voodoo doll of Logan. And what is he gonna plan to do with it? Well tickle it, of course!

This prompt was suggested by @little-lee-lo-simp. I hope you enjoy the fanfic! And no, I never forgot about this prompt.

Remus hummed to himself softly while he sewed the tie onto the inside of the t-shirt. Then, Remus tied a knot into the thread and cut the string from the tie. “Aaaah, DONE!” Remus declared, holding his doll up to the sky.

The item he was holding, was a doll. A voodoo doll...made to look exactly like Logan!

“It’s perfect!” Remus opened the zipper on the back and squealed as he opened a jar. He grabbed a pair of tweezers, reached into the jar, and pulled out a blue thread from the jar and a hair along with it. He had strands of Logan bits for years now and finally, he could use them for the perfect purpose!

Remus put the blue thread and the hair into the inner fluff of the voodoo doll and zipped up the zipper. Now, if he did this correctly, he can control Logan’s body!

Remus walked around with the doll and contemplated doing something terrible to him. He contemplated making him feel horrible things! TERRIBLE THINGS! Like a knife wound! A paper cut! A STAB RIGHT IN THE HEART WITH A NEEDLE! A KNIFE IN THE EYE! AN AMPUTATION! SURGERY WITHOUT ANESTHESIA!

But none of that would be satisfying for Remus. What he needed, was the perfect way to leave him so confused, so terrified, so nervewracked that he can’t take any second of it. But it just won’t stop!

He knew just the thing:

Remus grabbed a feather out of his jar of bird feathers, and looked toward the teeny button sewn on for a tiny belly button.

[In Logan’s room:]

Logan was doing some research alongside Thomas. He was so invested in the research that he forgot how to look away and take a break.

But one little flutter...was all it took to get him out of his research trance. Logan jumped a teeny bit, and looked down at his belly. What was that?! A bug? Lint from his shirt? Did his shirt tickle him by accident? Logan didn’t know.

Logan decided to ignore it for now, and return to the research. He wasn’t worried about it. Not at all.

But it came back. And for longer this time! The fluttering feeling plagued him, and made him wanna smile and wiggle! But Logan wouldn’t dare do such a thing!

“Logan, did you hear me?” Thomas asked.

Logan hummed, sounding slightly strained. The fluttering hadn’t stopped.

“Oh my god...Logan are you okay?” Thomas asked.

Thankfully, the fluttering decided to stop as Logan started to answer. “Yes, I’m okay. Apologies.”

“It’s alright. You just...you looked constipated.” Thomas told him.

Logan widened his eyes and awkwardly looked around. “Oh...Wonderful.”

A couple seconds later, the fluttering was back! And this time, stronger and fluffier than ever! Logan gasped rather quietly and covered his mouth to prevent anything from coming out. But his body was BEGGING to let out every little squeak and giggle.

“Isn’t that cool, Logan?” Thomas asked, looking to Logan. “...Logan?”

Logan quickly checked his belly button, and realized there was no bug on his belly or anything! The fluttering was happening still, and it was gonna make him break if it didn’t stop.

“What’s the matter? Is your stomach bothering you?” Thomas asked.

“Mmm-You c-could say thahat…” Logan mentally cursed as he let a giggle escape.

Thomas blinked and leaned back a bit in surprise. Did...He just giggle? “Uhuhuh...Something is happening, and I’m not sure what it is, nor how to fix it-”

Logan let out a breath of relief as the fluttering stopped. “I’m...okay. I promise.” Logan told him, still trying to keep his composure.

“Mm hmm…” Thomas didn’t really believe him, and proceeded to watch him.

“Though I will admit I don’t know what- aaAAAH!” Logan quickly covered his mouth as the fluttering started up but this time, it felt like a pencil was wiggling around in there! NO! NOT THAT!

Thomas widened his eyes and watched as Logan held his stomach and covered his mouth desperately.

“What in the world- Are you in pain? Or what?” Thomas asked. “Are you trying not to yawn?”

Logan shook his head. “It-it...well…” Logan didn’t know how to explain it.

“Well…?” Thomas asked.

The pencil feeling dipped into his belly button…

“EEP!” Logan screeched, feeling it poke in the middle of his belly button.

“What happened?” Thomas asked.

Logan finally started giggling, catching Thomas off guard. “Ihihihit tihihicklehes!” Logan told him.

Thomas lifted up Logan’s shirt and to his surprise, there was nothing there that could’ve been tickling him. So why was he laughing from ticklishness?

Logan’s giggles were now free and ready to control him as the tickly feeling moved to his hips. Logan giggled and laughed as a feeling that felt like fingers, started fluttering and occasionally digging inside Logan’s hips.

“Whahahahat ihihihis gohohohoihihing ohohon?” Logan asked.

“I have no idea! But whatever it is, I am loving it!” Thomas admitted.

Logan held his belly and hips while doubling over with even stronger laughter. “NOHOHOHO DIGGIHIHIHING!” Logan begged.

Thomas smiled. “I think I might understand what’s going on.” Thomas told him.

“Whahaha- AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan fell to the ground and bursted out into wild cackles as his belly button AND one of his hips was toyed with. Logan’s feet were kicking all over the place while his glasses were surprisingly staying on his face for the most part.

“Voodoo? Is this voodoo by any chance?” Thomas asked.

“VOHOHOHOODOHOHOO?” Logan asked.

“Yeah! Someone’s using voodoo magic on you!” Thomas told him.

“FAHAHALSEHOHOHOHOHOD!” Logan yelled. “WHOHOHO WOULD-”

Suddenly, all the tickles stopped! No tickles! None! Logan quickly took in the air around him and used it to fill his body with oxygen once again. Logan huffed and puffed tiredly, and looked to Thomas with a look of embarrassment, and desperation. “I don’t know if it’s gonna happen again.” Logan admitted, being worried.

“It’ll probably happen again. I didn’t know you were so ticklish though!” Thomas admitted, wiggling his fingers.

“Yeheah...Don’t tickle me.” Logan ordered.

“Aww…” Thomas muttered, dropping his fingers with disappointment.

Logan sighed and fixed his glasses. “How inconvenient and embarrassing…”

“I think you mean ‘How fun and adorable’. Right?” Thomas teased.

Logan gave Thomas a look of annoyance as he got up onto his feet and straightened his tie.

Suddenly, the tickling started up again but this time, on Logan’s belly! Logan couldn’t hide it this time around, and bursted out giggling almost immediately.

Thomas smiled and tilted his head. “Awwww!” He reacted, going through some cuteness overload.

Logan shook his head and growled. “NOHOHOHOT AHAHAHAWW!” Logan fought.

“Yes awww! Such awww! All the awww’s!” Thomas replied back.

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Logan whined.

Thomas smiled and leaned in, blowing a raspberry onto Logan’s belly. This threw Logan into hysterics beyond imaginable!

Logan threw his arms up and cackled frantically while pushing Thomas away from him. “NOHOHOHOT YOHOHOHOU TOHOHOHOO!”

“Yes, me too! I wanna tickle you too!” Thomas told him.

“UHUHUNFAHAHAHAIR!” Logan shot at him.

“Yeah yeah yeah, go back to laughing.” Thomas told him with a smirk.

Logan, sure enough, went back to laughing. His laugh was really contagious, to the point that even Thomas was starting to laugh a little in reaction! It sounded snorty, giggly, hiccupy, and all the laughter mixed into one! It definitely made him more human-like as well.

Then, Thomas started leaning in and teasing the poor man!

“Is your belly really this ticklish?”

Logan’s laughter was the only answer given to him throughout the whole moment, so he had to improvise.

“How adorable! Listen to that laughter! Such cute and nerdy little giggles!”

That made Logan’s face heat up with a blush the color of watermelon. The freckles could even be misinterpreted for watermelon seeds! And the big freckles? Well...Black watermelon seeds. Cause those are a thing too!

“Hey Logan! How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” Thomas asked.

Logan giggled and pushed Thomas. “STAHAHAP WIHIHITH THEHEHE JOHOHOHOHOKES!”

“No way! You love them, so why would I stop?” Thomas reacted. “And the answer is Ten-tickles.” Thomas told him.

Logan groaned through his laughter and continued to laugh till the sun shined.

“Aww, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” Thomas asked.

In a couple seconds, the tickling finally stopped. The phantom tickles continued to plague him but the actual tickles were gone. Whatever had happened, was now unable to be proven until the person that voodooed Logan started up again.

Suddenly, a door burst open and a man in green, holding a doll, had walked in. “Heeeeey Thomas!” The person greeted.

Now it was Thomas’s turn to groan. “Hi Remus…”

“Awww, why the long faaaace?” Remus asked. “I could make you giggle with just a single touch. I just need to remove the blue string from the back of this voodoo doll I made!” Remus told him.

“AHA! It WAS a voodoo doll! I KNEW IT!” Thomas yelled.

“Ihit...was you...Ihihi shohould’ve...kn-nown…” Logan spoke slowly.

“Yessss! It WAS me! Are you surprised by the tickle tickle tickles?” Remus teased.

Logan covered up his face. “No.”

“But...tickles are evil!” Remus told him. “They have a brutal history!”

Logan ran to Remus and tried to get the doll back. But the moment he tried lifting his armpits while reaching upwards, Remus just poked his armpits multiple times to catch him off guard. Logan yelped and dropped his arms, but attempted to reach up again. Remus poked his armpits a few more times, and kept the voodoo doll out of his reach. Logan was growing annoyed at Remus’s antics, and finally decided to use his own antics against him: He tickled Remus’s armpits. Remus squeaked and threw his arms down, growing surprised at Logan’s boldness. Logan continued to tickle him despite getting his hand stuck, and finally, with some fighting and determination, managed to get the doll into his grasp.

Remus huffed and breathed somewhat heavily the moment the tickling stopped, and Remus was now doll-less. Logan unzipped the zipper on the back, knowing generally how a voodoo doll worked. He quickly noticed the Thomas hair that was in there, and the blue string that had made itself comfortable in the clutches of the doll. So that was how the thing worked!

Then, Logan quickly remembered the bit of string he got from Remus’s shirt while fighting. He removed the blue string from its back, picked up a sparkly patch from Remus’s shirt and placed it in there. With the voodoo doll ready, Logan closed the back up tightly and started tickling right away.

Remus doubled over and SCREAMED! “HOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Having any regrets yet?” Logan teased.

“NOHOHOHO! HEHEHEHELL NAHAHAHAW!” Remus yelled back.

Logan sighed and started squeezing the hips. “Suit yourself then.”

Remus guffawed at the spot, and flopped to the floor. He grabbed onto his belly, kicked his feet everywhere and laughed like the end of the world was afoot.

Logan couldn’t help but giggle at Remus’s reactions while he tickled him. It was such a funny thing to see Remus laugh so manically and yet, quite joyfully. The funniest and predictable part about the whole thing was that Remus was enjoying it! Enjoying it a lot too!

Remus wiggled around and threw his arms around like a crazy baby. It was crazy, yet predictable that Logan got the upper hand in the whole operation. Of COURSE the logical one would dominate the impulsive one! That was usually a cliche.

However, Remus was smart in his own ways. Remus got himself up despite the tickles, and jumped into Logan’s arms, completely throwing all his deadweight onto him.

Logan shrieked and flopped to the ground, voodoo doll dropped in the process. Remus then started tickling his armpits, ribs, belly, and hips down and up, down and up again in that order.

Logan completely lost all composure and laughed himself beyond his years. It had been literally forever since he had laughed this hard. Way too long in Patton’s opinion, probably.

So...Remus got to have his fun. Two times! Logan gave Remus a little bit of a fight though. He was going to get that voodoo doll one way or another eventually. But maybe…

...Maybe it’s best to laugh it out for now.

#voodoo doll #cute logan #evil remus #ticklefic #switch!remus #switch!logan

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 years ago

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Drunken Confession–Zac Efron

The last thing I expected to come home to after a long week at work was a drunk Zac sitting on my doorstep.

"There's my girl," he slurred. When he looked up at me, I saw he had a black eye and a busted lip. I looked down to see his knuckles were bleeding.

"What the hell happened to you?"

He tried to sit up but ended up falling back down, laughing way harder than necessary.

"The last thing I remember is being at a bar," he giggled.

"Clearly," I sighed as I bent down and helped him up.

Once we were standing, I wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I unlocked my door and carefully led him inside. I slowly put him down on the couch before heading into the kitchen. I grabbed some crackers, a bottle of water, and a first aid kit.

When I walked back into the front room, Zac was laying down. I knelt in front of him and quietly started cleaning his cuts without waking him. I was able to stop the bleeding on his lip and the cut on his forehead. I was rubbing some face lotion on his bruised eye when he started to wake up.

"Morning," he whispered. I coughed when I got hit in the face with his alcohol-soaked breath.

"It's 5 o'clock," I sighed as I helped him sit up.

"AM or PM?" He joked.

"PM," I sighed.

I sat on the coffee table in front of him and continued cleaning him up. The entire time I fixed his cuts and bruises, I could feel him watching me with a weird look on his face. When I was done, I put everything away without breaking the silence.

"Okay," he sighed, slightly laughing. "I know you're mad at me."

"I'm not mad," I shrugged. "Just concerned."

"Awwww," he cooed. "You're concerned about me."

He tried to hug me but I stood up and angrily turned towards him. "Of course I'm concerned about you. Not only are you drunk off your ass, but you're also beaten up. You can't just show up on my doorstep, looking like someone beat the shit out of you and act like nothing happened."

"Y/N," he stuttered as he tried to stand but drunkenly fell back down.

"What happened to you, Zac?"

"Nothing," he tried to say.

"Who did this to you?" I angrily cut him off. "Tell me what happened. Now."

"Okay," he sighed. "Just promise me you won't get mad."

"You're my best friend, Zac," I sighed as I sat next to him. "Of course I'm going to be mad that someone kicked your ass. Just calm my nerves by telling me what happened."

As he hesitated, he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. When I looked up and saw the expression on his face, my stomach did flips. Whatever happened that led Zac to get in a fight must've been bad.

"Zac," I whispered. "Just talk to me. You're really scaring me."

"I got into a fight with Adam," he finally confessed.

"What? Zac, why would you and Adam get into a fight? You're friends."

"We were drunk," he continued. "He started running his mouth and I got angry and. . ."

"And you punched him," I sighed. "You started the fight?"

"I had to," he stuttered. He looked up at me, the look in his eyes changing. He turned towards me, slightly scooting closer to me.

"What was he running his mouth about?"

"You."

"Zac," I sighed.

"He called you my shadow," he cut me off. He let go of my hands and ran his fingers through his hair.

Zac stood up and started angrily pacing back and forth in front of me. I sat back on the couch when I saw his shaking hands. He was still extremely drunk.

"So you aren't a big actress. You still have a tv show that's been going for five seasons. Besides, why do people keep thinking that we can't be friends because our careers are in different chapters? That's not why we're friends. And it shouldn't matter."

I jumped up when he stumbled. He would've fallen onto the coffee table if I hadn't caught him. He drunkenly giggled as I led him back to the couch.

"You're so good to me," he slurred. I gasped when he pulled me into his chest and laid us further into the cushions.

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked.

"You're going to be whether I say yes or no," I sighed.

"You're too good for me, Y/N," he mumbled. "And sooner rather than later, another guy is going to see how amazing you are and he's going to take you away from me."

"No one is going to take me away from you, Zac," I said even though he definitely wouldn't remember this tomorrow.

"Yes he will," he whined. "And I'm scared."

"That someone will take me away?" I stuttered.

"That a new guy will come around and you'll leave me for him," Zac pouted. "As soon as you find a guy who treats you amazing, like you deserve, I'll lose you. And that fucking terrifies me."

"Zac," I said, my voice breaking like my heart.

"You're gonna leave me," he said, sounding like a child.

"No, I'm not," I said instantly. He just scoffed as he pouted. I sat up and turned towards him. "Zac, look at me. I am not going to leave you. Ever."

"Not even when you find a new guy to spend all your time with?" He asked, pursing his lips like he was pouting.

I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand. I gently rubbed his skin with my thumb.

"Listen to me very closely," I said softly. "It doesn't matter if I meet someone new. I will never leave you. Okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He reached up and grabbed my wrist, not pulling my hand away from his face. I got chills when he dragged his fingers up and down my forearm.

"Let's get you to bed," I said, clearing my throat. I stood up, pulling him with me. When we got to the spare bedroom, Zac suddenly pulled on my arm and stopped me.

"I love you," he slurred.

"You're drunk. You don't mean that," I laughed awkwardly as I took a step back. I gasped when he grabbed my hands and pulled me back into his chest.

"Yes, I do," he said oddly seriously. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. I have been since forever! Remember when we were little and you called me your superhero? That's when. The first time you said I was your hero, I was done for. I was in love."

"Stop," I cut him off. I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I pulled away from him. I took several steps back and wrapped my arms around myself.

"You don't know what you're saying, Zac. You're drunk. Sleep it off and we'll talk about it in the morning."

I quickly turned around and walked to my room, a sob getting stuck in my throat.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning to dishes being set down in my kitchen. I sat up, grabbed my cardigan, and left my room. My heart stopped and my breath got stuck in my throat when I saw Zac moving around in the kitchen.

"Shit," he said when he looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. "I woke you up, didn't I? Damn it. I was trying to be quiet. I was going to surprise you, but clearly, I screwed that up."

"What are you doing?" I stuttered.

"I was trying to make you an 'I'm sorry I came to your apartment drunk off my ass' breakfast," he shrugged, smiling goofily at me. Usually, that smile always made me laugh. It fell when he saw it work.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Instead of answering, I asked, "What do you remember from last night?"

"Everything," he laughed. "I wasn't that drunk, Y/N."

"Zac," I said sternly. I looked up at him, frustrated tears in my eyes. He put down the spatula and ran over to me.

"What's wrong?" He rushed out as he rubbed my arms reassuringly. "Did I hurt you last night?"

"What?" I gasped. I sighed as I shrugged his hands off me. "No, Zac, you didn't hurt me. You just. . . You said something that is really confusing and unfair if it isn't true."

"Wait, what did I. . ."

"You said you were in love with me," I rushed out, looking away from him. "You said you've been in love with me since I called you my hero when we were kids. Is it true? Or was it just some stupid drunk thing you said? Because if it wasn't true, I don't think I can go back to normal. Not when I. . ."

I gasped when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before I started to kiss him back. When I did, I let out a small moan as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him smile into the kiss when he let go of my face and pulled me tightly into his chest. We broke apart, laughing, when we had stumbled backward and bumped into the island.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, out of breath. "I just. . . Maybe I shouldn't have kissed you. I needed you to stop talking so I could show you that it was true. I guess I could've just told you it was true instead of jumping you. . ."

This time it was my turn to cut him off by kissing him. He laughed into the kiss as he moved his lips in sync with mine.

"What is it with us kissing each other to shut the other up?" He mumbled into the kiss with a small chuckle.

"I don't mind," I whispered as I deepened the kiss. I gasped as he picked me up and set me on the counter, standing between my legs without breaking the kiss.

I moaned as he dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. The second I opened my mouth, he started exploring every inch of it with his tongue.

He broke the kiss, both of us struggling to catch our breath as he started kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access, and moaned when he found my sweet spot. I gasped when he bit down.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly as he quickly pulled away. "We're probably. . . This is. . . I mean. . . We should talk about this before we do anything."

"You're right," I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. He gently grabbed my waist and lifted me off the counter. When my feet were back on the ground, he didn't remove his hands. I looked up at him, nervously biting my bottom lip.

"Or we could talk about it later," I whispered. Zac smirked as he pulled me closer into his chest, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

"Later it is."

#zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Now!

REAL LIFE

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING FUNNY AND CUTE

I stood at the craft services table nibbling at a piece of toast and my coffee trying desperately to wake up, already costumed for the day

"Thomas! we got a problem!" one of the makeup artists says as they hurried around the corner of trailers I nodded putting my toast down and downing my coffee hurrying off to the make up trailer where a couple of the makeup artists stood around working on y/n's hair for the day

"What's the matter?" I asked a little in panic kneeling beside her chair

"My stomach hurts," she says putting my hand on her stomach over her sweet costume dress feeling our little girl kicking away in her stomach

"Awww, I know darling. It's okay, you will be hurting. It's getting to that kinda time, You sure you wanna work today?"

"I'm sure, I'm okay" she smiled

"Alright," I smiled kissing her hand and then her stomach "you remember the safe word?"

"Thomas Please can we have a new safe word?"

"No, we have it as that so I know it's something you're never going to say to me" I smiled giving her head a kiss "You be careful, call me if you need me" I told her and she nodded so I headed out and got my toast but before I could even take a bite I was called to set so I left my toast and went to set "Hey scott"

"Hey Thomas, where's Y/n?" he smiled as he was still setting up

"Make up, she's a bit slow today tummy's hurting her and all" I explained sitting in my chair

"How's she doing?" He asked

"Uhhh good, tried, her feet hurt, I swear that baby was playing football last night her stomach like physically moved it was terrifying"

"How long had she been kicking like that?"

"Since last night," I answered "awwww there's my little oven" I laughed as I saw her coming to set very slowly

"ohh shut up you" she sighed

"Awww cracky little oven" I laughed at her

"How you feeling?" scott asked her

"Like I'm constipated, and like I might punch someone"

"yeah they call that the seven months pregnant" he laughs

"Eight" I laughed

"Eight?" he asked

"Just turned" she smiled stroking her stomach

"You sure your gonna be okay?" He asked her

"I'll be fine, I'll get some anger out today with the scene"

"Good, well need to stop just say" He says as he set up

"Fake labour's gonna be fun. I still don't know what real labour feels like" she giggled

"Well, You'll find out, your due... twelfth isn't it? or did they move it again?" I asked her

"No it was the twelfth and then they moved it forward to the seventh" she smiled

"Oh yeah, I don't know why it keeps moving, the baby is ever coming out or it's not"

"It's more complicated then that Thomas"

"Clearly she takes after me, no time management skills"

"She better not,"

"Awww don't you want baby to take after me?"

"For some things yes, other things absolutely not. Your mother had informed me what a little shit you where as a baby"

"I was a little shit because my dad allowed me to be a little shit. If my mum's back was turned I was pretty much allowed to do anything I wanted"

"You are not doing that with our baby" she warns

"Aren't I?"

"You will not, because if you do Thomas I will send you the the vet and get you fixed"

"Noooo! I need them"

"What for I'm already pregnant"

"What If you... Wanted another baby?"

"I'm not repeating this bullshit"

"You might want another baby in a few years"

"I also might want a divorce, who knows what the future holds" she giggled

"You two are adorable" scott laughed

"She just threatened me with divorce and to cut my dick off"

"As I said adorable, you guys all ready?"

"Yep, I'm good"

"Tummy's being weird but let's do it" she smiled

We started filming and started doing our scene as the script says, and..

She was really good at faking labour that almost looks real, I went over to help her as I was supposed to but she grabbed my hand way harder then I thought she would have "owww!" I blurted out in shock

"Aaaahhhhh! We have a problem!" She yelled wait that's not her line

"Cut, cut. Y/n you okay?' scott asked

"No, uhhhh no I'm not" she says

"Y/n, you can stop now we cut" I told her

"No I uhh... I don't think I can" she says

"What!"

"Aaaahhhhh! I uhh I think..." She began and it was only then I noticed in her long costume dress she had blood dripping down her legs

"Uughhh y/n"

"Thomas... I uhhh yeah I think I'm getting tried of this orgasum!" She yelled

"Ahhhhh! Now! Seriously!" I yelled in shock

"What does that mean?' scott asked

"That's the safe phrase! Your serious! You think your going into labor now! Your a month early!"

"I don't know, all I know is it hurts like hell and take me to a fucking doctor!" She yelled

I stood paseing back and forth in this little local hospital, it was the closest one to the set they took her away in an ambulance and I came up once I got her bag and got changed, they wouldn't let me in once I got here so I just had to wait wondering around in the little waiting room. I'd jump everytime the door opened egarly looking to any nurse who went past but none of them knew anything or if they did they wouldn't tell me scott came with me and I think he was enjoying me panicking

"Will you relax?"

"No I can't relax what If something bad's happened? Or she's hurt? Or what is something happen to baby-" I began before he got and shook me

"Calm down. It's a month early that's not unusual, labor can come on very suddenly Thomas, and she did say she was feeling a bit odd, and you said he'd stomach was being all werid the night before"

"I guess your right. I'm sorry scott I just can't stop worrying about her"

"That's fine, that's normal. I'd think you where crazy If you weren't"

"Mr Sangster?" A nurse asked at the door

"Yes!" I yelped "sorry, yeah?"

"She's happy, and all okay. Congratulations you have a beautiful healthy baby girl" she explained

"Really?" I asked excitedly and she nods

"Go on I'll check in on you two tomorrow" he laughs I nodded and ran off as fast as I could to a little room where y/n sat with our little girl in her arms

"Hey" she smiled

"Hey, this... This is real? Right?"

"I hope so" she smiled offering her hand I came and sat beside her holding her hand giving her a million kisses "would you like to hold her?"

"Yes please" I blushed so she carefully handed her over to me, she was so small and she was giggling at me already, her tiny tiny hands playing with my fingers "she's beautiful, almost as beautiful as her mother"

"Ohh quiet you, after all that, I need a nap' she laughed

"Then you rest, you did amazing you get some sleep I'll look after her"

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gamergirl929 · 5 years ago

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The Queen’s Defender (Charlotte Flair x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can you do a imagine where the reader is a uswnt player and she is dating charlotte flair but people still think charlotte and Andrade are together so charlotte make the relationship public with a lot of cuteness like she goes with Becky watch reader playing Maybe smut later in the night.

SMUT AHEADDDD!

You let out an excited squeal the second you see her, your girlfriend grinning as she wraps her arms around you.

“You did it, you won the Royal Rumble.” You whisper, pressing playful kisses to her neck and she laughs, pearly white teeth on display.

Charlotte turns, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” She whispers and you shake your head, cupping her cheeks.

“That’s not true and you know it, you’re Charlotte Flair, a soon to be WWE Women’s Champion, wrestling’s in your veins.” You wink and the blonde surges forwards, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“And you’re Y/N Y/L/N, a USWNT World Cup Champion, soccer’s in your veins.” She laughs and you shrug.

“You kick asses, I kick balls for a living.” You laugh, the analogy taking a completely different turn than you had expected.

Charlotte giggles.

“Hey, sometimes I’d like to do that too.”

You roll your eyes, giving her a playful shove.

“Shut up.”

***

You wake the following morning, a massive, toothy grin on your face when you realize that the winner of the Women’s Royal Rumble, Charlotte Flair is curled up against you, wearing nothing but an over sized tee.

Needless to say, the two of you celebrated her win the falling night, in a way that one wouldn’t celebrate on the field or in the ring.

You let out a hum, Charlotte grinning in her sleep as she shuffles closer. She ducks her head, burying her nose in your neck with a mumble.

You kiss her forehead, beaming when the woman’s face scrunches up.

“Noooo... Sleep.” She mumbles and you snicker, instead kissing her forehead playfully again and again until she lets out a groan, the woman rolls on top of you.

“Sh. No.” She grumbles as she rests her head beside yours, turning to nuzzle against your ear.

“We have to get up sometime.” You laugh and Charlotte growls.

“Not right now.”

You shake your head when you realize literal seconds later, Charlotte is fast asleep, the taller woman resting on top of you.

You turn pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s lips the woman reciprocating with a sleepy smile.

“I love you.” You whisper and Charlotte smiles, mumble softly.

“Love you too.”

***

You hated it.

Hated seeing everyone, fans along with some of Charlotte’s colleagues asking how Charlotte and Andrade had decided to celebrate their Royal Rumble wins.

You sigh, giving the soccer ball at your feet a nudge, the ball stopping at someone else’s feet, that someone being Christen Press.

When she sees the look on your face she frowns.

“What’s on your mind?” She asks and you shrug.

“This about a certain Royal Rumble winner?” You hear Kelley ask and you nod.

“Everyone still thinks she and Andrade are together...” You pout. “Everyone keeps wanting to know how she and Andrade are celebrating their wins, and their little hints they keep dropping piss me off.” You growl, giving the ball a swift kick that Tobin stops with a cleated foot.

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel?” She says with a small smile and you shrug.

“I guess I don’t want to sound like insecure or anything.” You mumble jumping when an arm slips around your shoulders.

“If she loves you, she won’t care, she’ll do what she needs to do to fix it.” Alex smiles and you bite your lip, sighing.

Ashlyn walks up, wrapping her arms around the two of you, a number of the other players joining her.

“I mean, who wouldn’t want the world to know they’re with you? You’re a catch.” Sonnett grins and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing.

“Stop it.” You mumble and the team laughs.

“Awwww, she’s blushing, how cute.” Kelley coos as she pokes your cheek and you growl, trying to get out of the mob of women’s hold.

“No! Let us love you!” Megan yells and you throw your head back with a groan.

“Noooooo.” You whine, the women squishing you in the middle of the horde of sweaty bodies.

“Yessssssss!” A number of the players yell and you roll your eyes, smiling.

“You may be idiots. But you’re my idiots.”

A number of the players scoff, mostly the kids with the addition of Kelley.

“We’re not idiots...” She mumbles and someone in the group, Ashlyn, blows a raspberry.

“That’s up for debate.”

The group of women starts bickering, Christen shaking her head as she gives you a squeeze.

“Just tell her how you feel Y/N, I’m sure she’ll understand.” She cups your cheeks and you nod.

“I will.”

***

Your promise to your teammate, and friend was something you planned to keep, but getting yourself to ask the woman you were in love with why your relationship wasn’t out to the world was terrifying.

You shuffle nervously from foot to foot, your hands wringing nervously together.

Even if you’d only had the single day off, you’d decided to take a flight out to New York, considering Monday Night Raw was going to take place in Madison Square Garden the following night.

You steel yourself, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door, the only thing blocking you from her.

“Just a second!” You hear her call out and you grin, her voice making your heart skip a beat, like it does every single time.

The door swings open, green orbs widening before arms are thrown around your neck and a pair of soft, familiar lips press against your own.

Charlotte reluctantly pulls back, grin wide.

“What are you doing here!?” She asks excitedly, pulling you into her hotel room and you smile.

“I had a day off, we weren’t too far apart, so I thought I’d surprise you.” You wink and Charlotte wraps her arms around you.

“This is the best surprise you could’ve ever give me.” She whispers in your ear, pulling back from your embrace to kiss you once more.

It’s then that Charlotte feels it, a mere millisecond of hesitation and she pulls back, brows furrowed.

“Is everything alright?” She asks and you nod, though your eyes give you away.

“Come on, talk to me.” She whispers, taking your hand and leading you to the bed, the two of you sitting on the end of it.

You take a deep breath, your eyes closing but the finger tips caressing the back of your hand bring you immense comfort, comfort that gives you the power to steam roll through the barrier blocking you from what you want to say to your girlfriend.

“A lot of the news articles and fans...” You swallow hard and Charlotte’s brows furrow with a frown, head cocked to the side.

You take a deep breath.

“Everyone still thinks you and Andrade are still together.” You frown and Charlotte’s green orbs widen, a frown tugging the corners of her lips down.

“I know... And I’m sorry about that.” She slips an arm around you, pulling you close.

“I guess it just bothers me...” You shrug and Charlotte nods, leaning down to rest her cheek on the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...” She whispers, turning to kiss the top of your head.

“I just wanted you to know.” You shrug and she nods, nuzzling in to the top of your head.

“Thanks for telling me.” She whispers and you nod, eyes closing as you shuffle back towards the head of the bed.

“Get up here, I want to cuddle.” You smile and Charlotte grins, crawling up the bed to wrap her arms around you.

The room falls into comfortable silence, though Charlotte is far from entirely silent, her thoughts, at least to her, are deafening.

You lean into her, happy to be in your girlfriend’s arms, little do you know that Charlotte is devising a plan, a plan that will make the two of you extremely happy.

***

It was a few days ago when you’d reluctantly left Charlotte alone in New York City to return to Ohio for your game against Sweden.

“You alright?” You jump at the feel of someone’s hand on your back and turn around quickly, smiling when your eyes lock with Tobin’s brown orbs.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shrug and Tobin hums, eyes narrowed.

“Don’t sound fine.” She gives you a pointed look and you sigh, glancing around the tunnel that’s full of players on both teams.

“Just miss my girlfriend.” You shrug and Tobin smiles, slipping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey I bet you’ll her soon.” She shrugs and you nod slowly.

“Did you get to talk to her about what was bothering you?” Christen asks, standing up on her tip toes to peer over Tobin’s shoulder and you nod.

“Not really much either of us can do... People will always talk.” You frown, Tobin and Christen sharing a glance.

Moments later it’s time to take the field, a little girl taking your hand as you prepare to move out of the tunnel.

You follow the line of women, head down as you line up for the national anthems, it’s when you come to a stop that Tobin leans towards you, giving you a nudge.

Your brows furrow when the woman nods towards the stand. You follow her gaze and your eyes double in size.

There, sitting in a little private section cut off from the rest of the crowd, is Charlotte Flair, Becky Lynch at her side.

You grin, so wide that it splits your face in half.

Charlotte gives you a wave, green orbs shining the second your eyes lock.

“I can’t believe she’s here...” You whisper and the person on the other side of you, Christen gives you a nudge.

“Believe it.”

***

You have to admit, having Charlotte’s green orbs on you throughout the match lit a fire under you and soon you’re sinking a goal into the back of the net, in literally the first five minutes of the game.

You throw your hands up in the air, letting out an excited yell as your teammates jumped on you.

Your eyes lock with your favorite pair of green orbs in the stands and you grin, sending the woman you love a wink that has her cheeks flushing.

Kelley slaps your back.

“Showing off for your girl?” She grins and you shrug.

“Maybe a little.”

***

By the time the first half ends, you’re happy to say you got two goals, and an assist, much to Charlotte’s enjoyment considering she’d been standing and cheering nearly the entire time.

On your way to the locker room you rush to the private bit of the stands where the sitting, a beaming grin on your face.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You beam and Becky shrugs.

“Ya, I knew ya’d want ta see me.” She winks and you snicker when Charlotte smacks her in the chest.

“I’m happy to see you both.” You grin, turning Charlotte’s way, your eyes sparkling with love.

“Oh I see how it is, won’t look at me dat way.” Becky pokes fun and Charlotte turns to her with a glare.

“Come on love bird, time to go to the locker room.” Kelley throws an arm around your neck, dragging you kicking and screaming, figuratively, towards the locker room.

“Awww, look at that blush.” Sonnett teases and you roll your eyes, slapping her arm when she slips it around your middle.

“Shut up.”

The three of you walk to the locker room, Sonnett and Kelley teasing you the entire way, even going so far as to sit next to you in the locker room to continue their teasing.

“I see someone’s girlfriend is here.” Alex winks and you blush.

“Not you too, these two are teasing me enough.” You grumble, nodding to Kelley and Sonnett who scoff, their hands on their chest.

“NEVER!” Sonnett says aghast and you shake your head.

“Awww, come on, it’s cute.” Megan ruffles your hair, quickly followed by Ashlyn whereas Ali wraps her arms around you, giving you a squeeze.

“Ignore them, that’s what I do to Ashlyn.” She whispers and the blonde goalie scoffs.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” She mumbles, but when Ali kisses her cheek, she grins.

“Come on, we can tease Y/N about her love life after the game.” Vlatko laughs and your eyes widen.

“YOU TOO!?” You screech and everyone laughs, you covering your face, cheeks blood red.

“I hate you all.” You mumble, only to be cut off once again with more laughter.

“No, you don’t.”

You throw your head back with a groan.

“No, I don’t.”

***

Little do you know that outside the locker room and back in the stadium, Charlotte is standing next to an excited reporter the woman asking a plethora of questions, from the WWE to the USWNT.

“So what brings you here today?” The woman asks and Charlotte grins.

“I’m always happy to support women when it comes to any sport, but most of all I’m here to support my girlfriend.”

Behind her, Becky’s brown orbs widen before her lips split into a massive grin.

“Care to let us know who that is?” The reporter asks and Charlotte shrugs.

“I guess you’ll just have to see at the end of the game.” She winks and the reporter grins.

“Thank you for your time.”

***

You’re surprised when in the locker room your phone chimes loudly, before chiming again and again dinging with each new message.

“What the hell?” You mumble, your teammates turning to you, brow furrowed as you open your twitter.

“Why is your girlfriend trending?” Sonnett asks from where she’s looking over your shoulder and you shrug, clicking on the link.

Your eyes double in size, mouth dropping open.

“Holy fuck.”

***

The second you get in the locker room, you can’t help but dash towards Charlotte shaking your head with a grin.

“Can’t leave you alone for even a second.” You laugh and Charlotte grins.

“We can celebrate after the game.” The blonde winks and your cheeks flush. “But right now, get out there and kick ass.”

You shake your head, biting your lip as your eyes drop to Charlotte’s parted lips.

Charlotte surprises you by cupping your cheek and pulling you into a chaste, tender kiss before reluctantly pulling back, the woman’s dazzling grin on display.

“I love you, now get out there and score me a goal.” She winks and you grin.

“Sure thing my Queen, love you too.” You wink back before darting towards the huddle, hearing Becky let out a wretch as you run off.

Your teammates cheering and slapping you on the back when you reach the huddle.

“That’s a way to come out to the world.” Megan slips an arm around your neck and you grin, glancing over your shoulder at Charlotte who is watching you with a massive toothy grin.

“Yeah, it is.”

***

You get Charlotte her goal, and then some, sinking another one into the net before the final whistle blows, it being the nail in Sweden’s coffin, the score being 5-3.

The second the final whistle blows you’re sprinting towards the sidelines, where you almost immediately spot Charlotte, the woman standing out in the crowd considering she’s so tall.

You run straight to her, leaping into her arms, legs wrapping around her middle and arms slipping around her neck.

“So, got me two goals?” She laughs and you grin.

“Anything for you.” You wink.

Charlotte leans forwards, you meeting her halfway, again kissing in front of the whole world.

You briefly note the sound of clicking cameras while the two of you kiss, but the sound that stops you is the sound of cheering, clapping and wolf whistling.

You pull apart, dropping back onto the ground and turning to face your teammates who are all to excited to poke fun at you for kissing your girlfriend in front of them.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.” They all coo, Kelley and Sonnett whistling loudly.

“Who’s your friend over there?” Kelley whispers, leaning around you and Charlotte to look at Becky, who sends her a grin, winking at the defender whose cheeks flush.

You smack her in the chest, rolling your eyes.

“Nose down.” You snort and Kelley grumbles, sending you a narrowed eyed glare.

Alex slips an arm around Kelley, shaking her head.

“Keep it in your pants O’Hara.” She mumbles as she grabs her away, the woman grumbling.

You turn around grinning when your eyes lock with Charlotte’s beautiful green orbs.

“So, what do you say we get out of here?” She winks and you laugh.

“Just let me head to the locker room.”

Charlotte leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips that makes you smile against her lips.

“I love you.” She whispers and you beam.

“I love you too.”

***

Later that night, you aren’t ashamed to admit that the second you get Charlotte alone in her hotel room, you shove her back into bed before climbing on top of her, hovering over her with a grin.

You lean in, smashing your lips against hers, the woman laughing as you pepper her face with kisses.

“I’ll take it you’re happy?” She laughs and you smirk, sitting up.

“More than happy.” You beam down at her. “And I want to show you just how happy.” You purr, grabbing the hem of your shirt and jerking it over your head.

Green orbs widen, Charlotte’s tongue swiping at her dry lips. She goes to sit up, but a hand on her chest stops her.

“Let me take care of you.” You whisper, toying with the hem of Charlotte’s shirt before she jerking it up over her head, her blonde locks falling, covering her ample chest.

You lick your lips surging in and pressing kisses to her chest, playfully nipping at the pillowy flesh.

Charlotte tilts her head back with a hum, eyes closing as you lavish her chest in kisses. She inhales sharply when you reach around her, unhooking her bra in one swift motion, letting her breasts free from their confides.

Charlotte’s brow arches and she gives you a wink, her bottom lip trapped between her pearly white teeth.

You lean in pressing your lips against hers kissing her fiercely as your hands roam, giving her breasts a squeeze. She moans into your mouth and you grin, brushing your thumbs playfully against her nipples, causing her hips to jump.

Charlotte gasps when you duck your head, taking her nipple in your mouth and giving it a hard suck as you palm her other breast.

She leans her head back, brow furrowed as you take a mouthful of her breast into your mouth and give it a suck, releasing into with a ‘pop’.

Charlotte grunts when you give her other breast equal attention, groaning when you suck on her flesh, sure to leave hickies only where her ring gear will cover them.

Your hands travel south, unbuttoning her hand with the flick of your wrist before you slip your hand down the front of her pants, grinning when you feel the wetness pooling between her thighs.

“Ugh Y/N...” She groans as she throws her arms around your neck, leaning her forehead against your own.

You lightly tease her clit, only brushing the pad of your index finger against it, feeling it lightly throb against your fingers.

Charlotte inhales sharply, brows furrowed as you toy at her entrance before your hand leaves her entirely, fingers glistening with her wetness.

You brush your thumb along her bottom lip, dark green orbs fluttering open, without a second thought, Charlotte parts her lips.

You slip your digits inside, groaning at the feel of her tongue lapping up her own wet heat.

You pull your fingers out of her mouth and surge forwards, tongue slipping into her mouth to taste the tangy, sweet taste on her tongue.

Charlotte whimpers when your tongue flicks against the roof of her mouth, before massing her own wildly.

You were incensed by the taste of the woman in your lap you wanted more, needed more, and that’s what led to you shoving your hand back down the front of her pants, the woman moaning as you draw tight, quick circles over her throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Oh...” She sighs, wrapping her arms around you and burying her nose in your neck as your digits tease her entrance.

“Where do you want me?” You purr in her ear and Charlotte gasps when you give her clit a pinch.

“Inside.” She begs and you smirk, turning your head to give her earlobe a bite.

“Your wish is my command.” You give her earlobe a tug, just as you penetrate her with two of your lithe fingers.

“Oh fuck.” She growls, her hips already bouncing, trying to find some kind of friction.

You snicker, ducking your head down to bite at the tops of her breast as your fingers slip out of her before slipping right back in, the apex between her thighs greedily pulling your fingers deeper inside her.

The heel of your palm rubs against her clit, Charlotte’s mouth hanging open as she lets out soft, breathy moans.

Your fingers hit a particular part inside her, her body shuddering as she wraps her arms tighter around you.

“There baby, there.” She groans her hips bouncing faster as she chases her release.

Charlotte throws her head back, letting out a high pitched moan when you slip a third finger into her, the stretch so good that she tumbles head first over the edge, groaning what sounds like your name loudly as her body shudders.

You watch her come in awe, kissing her breasts as her body twitches, your fingers slowly, aiding her coming down from her high.

Your fingers eventually still, slipping from the woman’s tight channel, the blonde letting out a grunt. You bring your fingers to your lips and suck them clean, Y/E/C orbs locked with Charlotte’s greens.

“Jesus Y/N.” Charlotte sighs and you grin when the woman ducks her head, resting her forehead against your shoulder.

“Tired already?” You snort. “We’re nowhere near done.” You wink and Charlotte pulls back, green orbs wide.

“Oh really?” She asks and you smirk.

“Really.”

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“Oh fuck.” Charlotte groans, back arching as you lap at her soaked sex, drunk from the taste between her legs that’s entirely Charlotte.

It’s when you flatten your tongue, pulling the hood of Charlotte’s clit up and shaking your head back and forth that Charlotte lets out one of the loudest moans you’ve ever heard, hands fisting in your hair, holding you in place as you continue your assault on her clit.

You lick the wetness leaking out of her up, giddy when only more comes.

“I’m...” Charlotte pants, brows furrowed. “So...”

You grin between her legs and Charlotte sighs, grinning.

“Please Y/N...” She begs and you smirk, blowing against her clit, the woman’s entire body shuddering.

“Asshole.” Charlotte mumbles and you snicker, her raspy voice turning into a raspy groan when you duck your head and give her clit a hard suck, three fingers slipping into her at the same time.

You curl your fingers, dragging them against Charlotte’s frontal wall as you hold Charlotte’s hips down with your forearm, trying to rein in the woman’s wildly rolling hips.

“Fuck I’m...” Charlotte’s back arches, her hips and thighs shaking as she comes with a cry, wetness soaking your wrist as the woman cums, hard.

You grin, gently lapping at the woman’s clit, gently to help her down from her high, your fingers aiding her as well.

You slip your fingers out of her and Charlotte lets out a whine, you lips splitting in a massive grin.

“Damn.” You whisper when you realize that your forearm is covered in your girlfriend’s essence.

Charlotte’s cheeks flush and you smirk, running your tongue up your forearm, ridding it of the woman’s juices.

You let out a hum, smirking.

“You taste so fucking good.” You whisper and Charlotte’s eyes flutter shut.

“It makes sense...” Charlotte smirks as you crawl on top of her, lowering yourself down gently on her bare body.

“What does?” You ask and the blonde grins.

“You’re a snarky asshole, makes sense you’re good with your mouth.” She laughs and your eyes narrow.

“Ha Ha, very funny.” You roll your eyes, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

“Give me a minute and I’ll return the favor...” Charlotte yawns, turning and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

It’s no surprise to you when literal moments later Charlotte’s breathing evens out, the blonde fast asleep.

You push yourself up on your palms, looking down at the beautiful woman fast asleep beneath you. The beautiful woman who out of everyone in the world, chose you and the beautiful woman who wanted everyone in the world to know she was yours and you were hers.

You lay back down, your head resting on her chest, ear settling right over her beating heart.

In this moment, you couldn’t be happier, to be WWE’s Charlotte Flair’s USWNT Defender.

You chuckle to yourself, eyes closing. Just as sleep is about to take you, a smile spreads across your face.

You were the Queen’s Defender, and you wanted nothing more.

#wwe #wwe imagine #charlotte flair #charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair imagine

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storytimecrackwithrojo · 5 years ago

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Hello! Story time!

so I just posted on my Instagram new doodles for the Crackship Au, (The one where Charles x Henry x Ellie x Right Hand Man x Reginald are dating, or in short CHERR), and I decided to write more through description fucker style for the images because yes. Also, I do apologise for the hand writing but I think it's readable? Eh In any way, please enjoy. Also, any and all grammar mistakes are mine. I'm just writing this before I post so like didn't have much tine to revise it so yeah.

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Reginald blocked and parried Ellie blow with ease, forcing her to take few steps back or dare another cut or a bruise on her skin. Ellie eyes narrowed as she taken the stance Reginald showed her with ease she lacked 2 hours ago.

"Excellent work love, now to work more on your blocks and parries" not giving her chance to respond, he lunged at her with his sword which she sloppily blocked and forced Hun to take few steps back, making her huff.

"Don't call me love and I thought you said I am halfway decent with them by now?" she swung her sword towards his arms changing direction half way there in hopes of tricking him. Instead, Reginald blocked her blow and swiped her feet from under her making her fall on her ass, sword clustering to the ground.

"Halfway decent," he smirked and pointed his sword to her throat, "isn't decent or good enough Ellie. I could still kill you like that." He smirked at her expression and took his sword away and moved back to his spot and watched as she picked herself up and grabbed her sword again. "Isn't that right Henry?"

Startled, Henry blind at Reginald and Ellie and gave shaky thumbs-up. not quite sure what he had missed them saying as he was too lost in his head and trying not to have a nosebleed all over the pristine gym floor. But can you blame him? Can you really blame him for being a little hot under the collar as he watches his partners spar and fight?

Ellie raised an eyebrow as she watched Henry face steadily becoming beat red by the minute, looking quite frozen. She shared a look with Reginald who just shrugged and pointed to her sword. Getting the message, she nodded and took her stance again. Getting more confident and making sure her feet where firmly planted to the floor as to not have them swiped again.

"Let's try that again then love~"

"You better get ready then cause I am about to beat your ass!"

Reginald chuckled and winked at her "Cmon then~" and swung at her, resuming their spar into full swing.

Henry whimpered, he was totally fucked and couldn't move from.his rooted spot by the gym floor. Fighting the nosebleed and watching Reginald and Ellie fight.

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On the other side of the airship, in the kitchens. Right Hand Man finished putting the final touches into the chocolate cake he had spend the last two hours making because of sudden craving to bake something.

He let out a sigh and small smirk as he heard the tell tale footsteps of the government pilot before the kitchen doors where almost tore from their hinges and Charles barreled through towards him and stop when he saw the cake.

"Cake?!" Charles eyes widen into the lost puppy look that worked so well. Most of the time at the very least. It never seemed to work on Right.

Right snorted and shook his head. "Yes that is a cake, no you can't have it"

"Awwww, but Right! It's a cake!!!"

"And I don't care. I'm still not giving you any"

"Aww, pleaseeee~?" Charles step up his puppy eyes game and added pout to the expression, hoping to sway right decision and to give him the Cake.

"No"

Charles hung his head in defeat.

"But..."

Charles looked up at Right, hopeful that he will-

"You will have to bribe me"

....

"E-excuse me?!"

"You heard me, no cake unless you can bribe me into giving you a piece." Right smirked as he watched Charles face form from shock to defeat to unimpressive in less then a second. It was adorable, really, especially when Charles crossed his arms and scowled at him.

"That's what I thought~" Right turned back to the cakes missing the complete shift in Charles demeanour.

He freezes when he felt lips connecting to his cheek and small nuzzle there, not expecting that from Charles, who was apprehensive towards him.

"Thanks Right! I shall enjoy the cake!" Charles giggled as he took the cake and ran from the kitchens and towards the gym before Right could comprehend fully what had exactly just happen.

Charles, the little shit who is gonna have his ass kick if he as much as touched the damn cake.

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And that's it! I enjoy writing this so yeah, still not looked over so I may edit this later when I have time

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin #right hand man #charles calvin #ellie rose #reginald copperbottom #doodles #ficlet #kinda #not edited

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lilfellasblog · 6 years ago

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Can I Still Be Part of the FamILY? - Virgil’s 2019 Name Reveal Fic!

Summary: YouTube viewers are getting a little too good at theorizing. Virgil’s certain that once his famILY learns of his past, they’ll force him to go back.

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience. Tumblr ate most of my fics that I know I posted here, which makes me very sad for a lot of reasons, one of the biggest being that the love and comments and tags that folks showed this fic is gone into the ether. I’ll be making a masterlist to help prevent this from happening again.

TW: Deceit mention, description of panic attacks up to passing out, some negative self-talk. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 1767

AO3 here!

Fic Masterlist here!

Virgil observed as Thomas scrolled through the YouTube comments.

“I can’t wait to see the newest Dark Side! Theorists, assemble!”

“Okay okay, so y’all remember Virgil’s time on the stand? I think the secret he’s hiding is that he was a Dark Side! Think about it. He got new clothes when he was accepted in the Hogwarts video, Deceit and Virgil obviously have a history that the other Light Sides don’t know, and if the Light Sides don’t know it then how could he have kept it a secret? The Light Sides know Deceit, but didn’t know the relationship between him and Virgil? SUSPICIOUS.”

“i totally agree…… virgil didnt start out in the sanders sides series……. hes hiding something…… that he doesnt want thomas or the light sides to know……..”

“I’m going to add on to this. I think Virgil is STILL a Dark Side and never truly became a Light Side. He only got accepted once the other sides saw how important he was to Thomas. He’s just a flight risk. Virgil’s working with Deceit and/ or the other Dark Sides and doesn’t like Deceit, but he needs Deceit so he can keep the secret from the real Light Sides and Thomas.”

“Wait, Thomas is GAY?”

The rest of the comments were similar. Virgil felt his chest constrict as he pulled back from the front of Thomas’ mind. He huddled in his room, attempting to keep the anxiety he was sending the YouTuber to a minimum.

They can’t know, he can’t know, he can’t know!!! Oh god, they’re gonna reject me, they’re gonna send me back, I can’t go back!!! I can’t, I won’t survive it!! I love them so much!!!

Virgil barely registered his breathing picking up, his diaphragm crushed by the tense position he was tightly curled into. He started to sob, but soon ran out of air. His lungs were burning as they were starved of oxygen, and he could smell and taste copper.

I’m going to miss them. It’s going to hurt so much when they kick me out. I love them. I love them all. Thomas, I’m so sorry…

Virgil’s final thoughts were images of the Light Side’s faces that he’d never get to see again.

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Patton jolted out of his nostalgic reverie when he sensed Thomas in distress. Looking out, he saw Thomas in front of his computer trying not to have a panic attack. Patton quickly rose up a few feet away from Thomas and gently called his name. Thomas jumped so hard he hit his knees on the bottom of the desk.

“Ow. S-sorry Patton.”

“It’s okay kiddo. Think you can breathe with me?” Thomas nodded. “Great! In for one, two, three, four. There you go Thomas you’re doing so well. Hold for one, two, three…” Patton stayed with Thomas and helped him with his breathing exercises until he was feeling better, worrying the entire time about Virgil. I need to go check on my little shadowling!

“Do you know what triggered it?”

Thomas shook his head. “No, I was just reading comments about theories and stuff, and I felt a little panicked for a half hour, and it just got a lot worse. Are you okay Patton?”

“I’m fine kiddo.”

“Oh my god, Virgil!!”

“I’m just about to go check on him. Will you be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll be fine. I’m gonna take a break.”

“Good idea! Summon me if you need anything son!”

“You’re not my-” The rest was cut off as Patton sunk out. He rose up in the hallway that had each of their bedrooms. Logan and Roman were just coming out of theirs to see what the commotion was about.

“Thomas had a panic attack. I’m going to go check on my dark strange son!! Will you come with me?” Patton asked, flashing his puppy dog eyes.

“Of course!! If my dark knight is in peril, I will save him!” Roman declared, moving into his dramatic pose and holding the position.

Logan just stared at Roman in awe of the extra for a moment before shaking himself and turning to Patton. “I, too, would like to assist Virgil if he is in distress.”

“Awwww yay!!! All of my kiddos working together.”

“Actually, we are all close in age and you have not-”

“OFF TO VIRGIL’S ROOM!!!”

Patton giggled. “That’s the spirit Roman!”

Once they got to Virgil’s room, Patton knocked on the door. “Kiddo? Are you okay in there?”

Not hearing a response, Logan had to put a hand on Roman’s shoulder to keep him from kicking the door in.

Patton knocked again, a little louder this time. “Virgil? Can you hear us honey?”

Still not receiving a response, Logan had to tighten his hand against Roman’s pulls.

“Virgil might be in danger!”

“His door may also be unlocked. Patton, if you will?”

Patton opened the door with ease. Logan let go of Roman’s shoulder, who gripped the handle of his sword. Patton looked around the dark room, not seeing Virgil right away. Roman scoured the room, looking for threats. Logan spotted Virgil first, a small shiver and quiet whimper drawing his attention to a mass of fabric on the ground.

“Oh Virgil,” Logan breathed as he strode over to kneel in front of Virgil. Virgil didn’t respond, so Logan hesitantly reached out and pulled the hood down. He heard Patton and Roman gasp behind him; Virgil’s face was streaked with tears and makeup, and his face was red. Patton knelt down next to Logan and started brushing his fingers through Virgil’s hair.

“Kiddo? Can you hear me? Come on, it’s time to wake up sweetie. It’s okay honey,” Patton cooed gently, trying to wake his shadowy songbird. After a few minutes and much to the relief of the Light Sides, Virgil began to stir. He blearily opened his eyes and flinched when he saw the other Sides so close to him.

“Shhhh, it’s okay kiddo. You’re safe.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Thomas!!”

“He’s okay kiddo.”

Virgil’s breathing began picking up and his tears started flowing again as he remembered how this was likely the last time he’d ever get to see the Light Sides and they’d hate him and-

“Virgil, may I touch you?” Logan asked.

Virgil jumped but nodded. Logan took Virgil’s hand and pressed it to his own chest.

“We’re going to do some breathing exercises now Virgil. First, please exhale so you have room for new air.”

Virgil thought it was a little strange, but cooperated.

“Excellent. Now breathe in for one, two, three, four…” Logan led Virgil through ten minutes of breathing exercises until the only thing cluing them into his distress were his tears.

“My dark prince, what troubles you?”

Virgil bit his lip. “Nothing,” he mumbled.

“Kiddo, you know that lying is wrong,” Patton gently reminded. They noticed the full-body flinch, which immediately made Patton feel terrible. He decided to switch tactics.

“It’s okay sweetie, you know you can tell us anything. You’re famILY!!!”

This only brought more tears from Virgil. Patton frowned, confused and a little hurt. Does he not consider us famILY? Did I do something wrong?

“Virgil, Patton is correct. You are a part of our family, and I sincerely doubt that anything you say can change that.”

“Indeed! We shall never forsake you!”

“Never say never,” Virgil muttered under his breath. Logan tilted his head.

“You believe that whatever is troubling you will cause us to no longer consider you a part of this family?” Logan asked.

Virgil responded by curling in. Patton gasped in horror.

“Nothing you say can make us stop loving you!” he cried.

“I USED TO BE A DARK SIDE!!!” Virgil shouted in his tempest tongue.

A silence fell over the room for several moments. Virgil curled in and started crying in earnest.

This is it, they don’t love me anymore, they hate me, they-

“We know Virgil. What about that did you want to tell us?” Logan asked.

Virgil froze. They knew? They knew? How did they know? How long? Virgil let out a particularly anguished sob at his next thought. Has this all been fake?

“Oh sweetie… can I hold you?” Patton asked. Virgil couldn’t help but nod. Patton tenderly pulled Virgil into his lap, kissed the top of his head, and rubbed his back.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay baby, you can tell us in your own time.”

Virgil sniffled. “Th-that was w-what I wanted t-to tell you.”

Patton made a confused noise in his throat while Roman joined the other three Sides on the ground and gently placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Virgil, we know you used to be a Dark Side.”

Virgil froze, then barked out a humorless laugh. “So why haven’t you chased me back to the Dark Side?”

Roman gaped. “Why would you think I would do that?!”

“You hate the Dark Sides!!”

Roman sucked in a breath. “Virgil, I… I’m so sorry.” Virgil braced himself. Here it comes. Can a Side die if it gets stabbed by a sword? “I should not have treated you so cruelly when I was first getting to know you. You are so valuable to me now, as a co-worker, and as a friend. I… I am so terribly sorry that my biases caused you so much harm, but I do consider you one of us.”

“Roman’s right!! You’re my kiddo now!!”

Logan flipped through a few flashcards. “As the hip say, “We been knew”.”

Despite his fears, Virgil snorted at Logan’s attempt to be cool. “You… you guys really don’t mind?”

“Not at all!!” Roman assured.

Virgil hid his face. “So I got worked up over nothing, huh? Is it Monday already?”

“It is in fact Monday.”

Virgil had to bite his lip at Logan’s factual response.

“Honey, you got scared you were going to lose your famILY. Of course you’re going to be upset! And you should always feel comfortable coming to one of us if you start feeling scared or unloved!! We’ll convince you in whatever way we have to! I’ll probably cuddle you!”

Virgil chuckled. “Thanks Pat.”

Roman squeezed Virgil’s shoulder in a silent sign of support. They stayed there for a few minutes until Patton spoke up.

“I think we need a movie night!! Who’s with me?”

“Sounds great Pat.”

“Indeed!”

“That would be adequate.”

Patton giggled in excitement as everyone stood. Virgil still felt a little shaky, but it was nothing new with his panic attacks. The Light Sides ushered Virgil out of his room as he smiled.

Virgil looked forward to watching movies with his famILY.

#sanders sides #fanfic #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #tw deceit #roman sanders #thomas sanders #Patton Sanders #logan sanders #ts sides #fic #fanfiction #lamp #calm #panic attacks

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polygamyff · 5 years ago

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23.

I am so blessed, finally. Robyn has moved in with me, this is the first night she is staying and I am so excited. Robyn went back to get her last suitcase, my home is finally together, the garage is still being done but the inside is done, Robyn helped me with laying out my clothes in the walk in closet, she helped with the kitchen. My heart is so filled, I got my brother with me, I got Shawn here still. He took Robyn to get her suitcase and then pick some food up for us, I didn’t want to cook and then Robyn offered but no, this her day. Big move in day, Leon will move in after, he is going to see how he feels because he may stay there and that was good to hear. He said he can afford to do it, I am happy for him but he always has a bed here. I got new security system here, I can check the cameras from my phone. I am just watching the camera to see when Robyn is coming, Shawn offered to take her so I thought why not. Khaleesi whimpered at the side of me and then opened her eyes “what’s wrong?” looking away from my phone, she got up and walked along the couch to me “you missing mommy? She is coming back” Khaleesi rested her head on my lap, she is really loving “I only love you when mommy is not here, it is not a bad thing. It’s just she gives you all the love that is meant for me but I do like you. Sometimes” touching the top of her head, looking back over at my mobile stroking her head still “oh look mommy is here” I am so excited, that is it now my baby has finally moved in.

Grabbing the roses “come” waving Khaleesi over as I jogged over to the front door, I stopped at the door to open it. Crouching down and picked Khaleesi up, leaning down and opening the door. Kicking the door open “welcome home mommy!” walking outside, Robyn giggled at me “awww look at you” jogging down the steps towards her “is the food here!?” Malik said behind me “it’s final now, you’re finally with me. We’re together” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ lips and wrapping my arm around her “thank you, I am so happy. We can finally be together and live happily ever after” moving back from the hug “welcome home mommy? Who is this nigga? Wow” Shawn shook his head at me “for you Robyn” holding the roses out “thank you, you make me so happy. Leave him Shawn! He is so cute” Robyn stroked the side of my face “yes leave me, we can finally be a family. I am so happy” looking down at Khaleesi “I am just shocked, Robyn you changed him. Skipping down the steps” Shawn said laughing, he is shocked but this is the new me.

I feel like an excited child right now, first time sitting in the dining room and eating here and being with my family “come Robyn sit down” Robyn is fussing, making sure the dog is eating “I am here” she touched the top of my head before she sat down “wait, before we eat. I just want to say grace” Robyn side eyed me “really?” nodding my head “this is my family home, the future is mine which is not owned and ruled by my dad. I feel at peace, I want to do things my way which my mom always liked to say grace but my dad didn’t so why not” Robyn cooed out “you can set your own rules, I get it” Shawn said, he knows “it will be quick” I know nobody is used to this or me doing this, watching Malik, Shawn and the Robyn bow their heads “father, we thank you today for bringing us together as a family, to fulfil this house with love. I thank you for giving me something to live for, for bringing love and peace. Thank you for allowing me to feel love and be loved, for blessing us with a daughter. For allowing me to feel freedom and to be able to look after my family, I know Malik is picking at the food, please forgive him for his misbehaviour, in Jesus name. Amen!” looking up at Malik “I did not do shit” he a damn lie “I saw you” he pointed at me “then you cheated” shaking my head “that was beautiful” Robyn kissed my cheek.

Shawn just stared at me “I can tell with the look on your face, you want to go upstairs. Just go! Malik and I can play pool” I fist pumped “look, it’s the first night and I really want to just you know” Shawn waved me off “have fun, just go” I chuckled, let me just go. Robyn went upstairs to lay down, she only went up like twenty minutes ago but I just want to be there and hug up on her, probably dry hump her because I need some pussy. Maybe she can just wrap her thick thighs around my neck, jogging up the steps. This is for real my home and I am so happy, I keep on forgetting I can actually get on the elevator but still, I just run the up steps like a dog. I hope Khaleesi is downstairs, knowing Robyn the dog will be in the bed with her. My smile grew walking by my daughter’ room, that will soon have her in the room and I cannot wait. Pushing open the double doors “Let's get it on” I stepped into the room “aahh baby, let's get it on!” shutting the door, Robyn giggled at me. She is laid on top of that bed, her thick legs out “There's nothing wrong with me loving you, baby no no!” I sang out “hows my chubster, my baby momma” jumping onto the bed “I thought I would get some peace but clearly you sniffed your way here” crawling over to Robyn and then dropped to the side of her “I came to hump you, but baby! This is our first night together. How about you gargle my balls in celebration? Yes, no, maybe?” Robyn closed the baby magazine “how about you gargle my pussy?” she retorted back to me “rude but aight” I don’t mind that shit “you taking my tops already, I mean you look sexy in them” I swear I want to bone her so bad, she looks so sexy.

“Can dad speak to baby Bonita?” propping my head up on my hands at the side of Robyn’ stomach “it’s been a while, she is going to not know me. She needs to know me” Robyn sighed out smiling “yes baby” Robyn lifted her top up “it’s her time to be kicking actually, she should be kicking soon. She does it a lot at night, I have a feeling she is going to drive me crazy at night” Robyn lifted the tee over her stomach “awwww Mi Amor, it’s so beautiful” Robyn blushed a little “you make me feel so pretty Maurice, thank you” shuffling closer “but you are, you wearing a thing?” peaking over, her coochie is covered “yes I am” resting my head on Robyn’ thigh “Como esta mi bebe? mi amor, mi bebe hermoso” it’s so intriguing, there is a baby in this stomach “what did you say baby?” Robyn asked, Robyn stroked the side of my face “I said how is my baby, my love, my beautiful baby” lifted my head up “we got gordita bonita and we got pequeña bonita” Robyn side eyed me “you said something mean, I know it” I chuckled “I just said chubby pretty, I love you this thick though” she thinks I am joking but I’m not.

Pressing a kiss to Robyn’ stomach “are you awake in there? Come on baby, speak to daddy. Kick me in the face, shiit. Do what you like. I think I am going to be so scared to hold you, you’re going to be so tiny Bonita. You need protecting at all cost, got daddy thinking about getting a bodyguard. Just to protect you and your mom, I love you so much though baby. You make daddy nervous, I see all these things I have to do with you. Changing diapers? Oh my, how do I do such a thing baby, I will need help so you need to not cry with me, that will make me so nervous” pressing another kiss onto the stomach “love you with all my heart” laying my head lightly onto the stomach “you make me whole” closing my eyes “you make me so emotional Maurice, I think you have woken her up though. I can feel the flutter in my stomach” opening my eyes “you have made me so weak Robyn, not in a bad way. Just with everything going on baby. My love, the love makes me so weak and then Shawn is shocked, it’s only because I am in love” feeling the kick to my face, lifting my head up “woah, what!?” Robyn laughed aloud “she knows you’re here, that’s her saying hi to you baby” my mouth hung open “she kicked my face” I am shook.

I struggle to sleep, the baby just decides to have a party every night and then the baby is applying pressure to my pelvis, it’s horrible so I am awake once again. Maurice fell asleep hugging me, I felt like I had an extra baby on me just holding me but it feel so surreal that this is me, this is my home, this is my family. My first night and I can’t sleep, it’s three in the morning. This bed is so comfortable but she will not let me rest, I think I am going to go into her bedroom and check we have everything, probably pack a bag for her, we have so many diapers. There is a section where it’s towered with diapers, when Maurice buys he buys in bulk and doesn’t stop. I can’t fault him, sliding out of bed. Turning around, placing the covers back over his shoulder. To see him peacefully asleep, to know he is not working and is spending time with me makes me so happy. Placing my feet in the slides, my bedroom is everything. I feel like I am in a dream, someone is going to shake me awake and tell me wake the fuck up, it’s not real. Grabbing Maurice’ jacket from the couch, placing it around me. It’s crazy, I am here in this home.

Closing the bedroom door behind me “shit!” I spat, placing my hand over my heart “Malik, seriously. Scared me” I huffed out “I am so sorry. I was just going to bed and then you walked out, I am sorry” waving him off “it’s fine, are you ok?” it’s late and he is awake “is Maurice awake?” shaking my head “why?” I asked ��erm, his assistant needs him. Then my dad, he turned his phone off?” I shrugged “I don’t know Malik but I am not waking him because of that, that is for sure. He is asleep and it can wait, unless someone is dying? He doesn’t need to be woken up just to tell him that he need to go somewhere, what did your dad want?” Malik rubbed his neck “he just wants to know if he going to the meeting in two days and what is he doing, and something else. Then his assistant is working on something and he wanted to know where he was” I shrugged “oh well Malik, I am not waking him for something tedious unless someone is dying. He has done enough for your dad, I am not being mean or rude but no. He turned his phone off for a reason and I have seen his schedule, it does say he has a meeting in two days so tell him that” Malik smiled nervously “I will, why are you awake now?” he asked “yeah, can’t sleep. Why are you not asleep?” He asked me, it is late “I was just going to sleep until they rang my phone” letting out an oh, poor boy is getting it in the neck because of Maurice.

I was going to go to my baby’ room and just get things ready, I don’t know why but I feel like it but I decided against it, Malik is awake and I don’t think he is sleeping anytime soon. Staring at Malik talking on the phone to his dad, why is his dad away. It must be early morning there, is that how obsessed he is with Maurice. Holding my glass under the water dispenser on the fridge “well he is asleep, I can’t do anything. People sleep dad, I know I am awake but that’s me” moving my glass to get some ice cubes I can chew on “well I know that but we humans, I don’t know. Speak to him, and no we not there anymore. We just in an apartment, it’s small” walking over to the bar stool, I was going to sit on that but it’s too high for me right now, I will just stand here and lean on the side of the counter “well it’s a waste of time, because you can be there. We ain’t going to be there, why where are you?” placing my glass down “oohhh, well when he wakes up I will tell him. Cool, bye” Malik looked over at me “you not going to sit?” he said that with such a smirk “you know damn well I can’t, be quiet. What does he want?” their dad raising his blood pressure and shit “he’s at Santa Monica hotel, crazy right? I am like fuck, he is on Maurice’ ass. Like really on his ass. He good for using his own money for this” I rolled my eyes sipping my water “that was me, I kind of said it to him. I made him sell the home he had with Naomi, give her things to charity and then use that money for this. It works out right?” Malik nodded his head “that’s clever, shit ain’t over though Robyn, everyone is going to be out for blood. They going to want to get at each other once this shit comes out, I got his back though. You secured though, like nobody will touch you, you’re safe here” I know I am safe here but what about Maurice.

Scrunching my face up, I don’t even remember falling asleep. I got in bed but I don’t remember falling asleep but Maurice’ big mouth woke me “no, why do you want to see me when I can see you, I told you I will see you. I will come to you” looking over at the balcony, why did he do this shit in the room and I am trying to sleep. I am so annoyed “shit happens, I just didn’t feel like doing work dad” I feel so weighty down my pelvic area it’s just weird, turning onto my side slowly. Since last night, I’ve been feeling it a lot and laying on my side usually helps, I have about five weeks left till my due date and we are having a baby shower so this child can suck itself back up my vagina “did I wake you?” Maurice said, looking over at him forgetting on the fact he is the reason I woke up “what time is it?” I asked “about ten” I groaned out, I have not slept at all “where are you going?” I hope he isn’t going anywhere “I have to deal with something” which will be his dad “I need you to rub my back please so I can fall back to sleep, you can go then. Thank you” Maurice walked around the bed “are you ok?” he asked “I am just tired and in a little pain, so please” I feel like shit, I don’t like this feeling at all.

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tk-writer · 6 years ago

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Sad Machine. - a Kiibouma fic

cranked out a Kiibouma fic for shits and giggles

word count: 3393

ao3

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It was after midnight. The lab was illuminated by the light of the full moon, a melancholy shade that reminded Keebo of his solitude.

It had been months since the “incident” with Professor Idabashi, and he’d been instructed not to leave the lab for any reason. Although he’d reset his own AI and ultimately been reborn again, Idabashi didn’t want to take any chances. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the kind-hearted robot; at least, that was his excuse every time Keebo asked. Apparently, he wanted to ensure that Keebo’s AI was 100% ready for the outside world. He also wanted to make sure the Turing Test conditions were favorable when the time came.

After all, his purpose was to become the most humanlike robot known in existence.

However, the professor never considered his creation’s feeling of loneliness. After almost half a year of being kept in isolation with only Idabashi as a companion, he was starting to wonder if he had only been created as an ego booster for the robotics engineer.

Keebo wandered through the empty hallways, contemplating his purpose and feeling himself overcome with existential dread.

“What’s the point of all this,” he said aloud to no one. “Why create a conscious being if you’re just going to keep it locked away forever?”

As he ruminated in his bitter thoughts, he detected a disturbance coming from the experiment room down the hall. His audio picked up the sound of a large mass bumping around in the vents. Thankfully, his five senses were much stronger than the average human’s.

He tiptoed his way to the end of the hall, careful not to cause too much noise. The door was slightly ajar, and he heard the iron bars kicked open. He waited to see what would emerge from the darkness.

“…Jeez, what a pain! And here I thought this gig was gonna be a breeze.”

Keebo’s froze when he heard the unfamiliar voice and saw a young man crawl out of the vent. He had messy, violet colored hair that seemed to stick out in all directions. His big, round eyes and his plump cheeks made him look like an innocent child, although he sensed a dreadful amount of mischief in his expression that couldn’t be put into words. He was tiny, about five feet tall, and couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. His white clothes were stained gray with dust and dirt.

The robot couldn’t help but stare. He was the first human he’d ever laid eyes on besides the professor, and he was beautiful.

He quickly shook himself out of his trance. This guy had broken into the lab, he was probably a dangerous criminal! He had to do something about it!

“STOP!! Who goes there?”

Mustering up his most intimidating voice, Keebo barged into the room and barked his inquiry. However, this didn’t seem to faze the purple-haired burglar. Instead, his eyes lit up like stars when he saw the robot.

“Wooooow, so the rumors were true! Idabashi really did make an android!”

“Wh-who are you? And what are you doing here? You’re trespassing on private property!”

Out of nowhere, the burglar began to sniffle. Keebo saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes. In a matter of seconds his expression had changed from curious to frightened.

“P-please don’t hurt meeeee! I just wanted to see a real life robot up close! I don’t wanna get in trouble!! WAAAAAAAH!”

He burst into tears and wailed loudly, causing Keebo to panic.

“Wait… don’t cry… it’s okay! I don’t blame you for being curious, I suppose…”

Suddenly, the tears stopped, and the burglar let out a maniacal cackle much to Keebo’s dismay.

“Ha! You actually believed that cruddy lie? For a machine that’s supposed to be super smart, you sure are stuuuuupid!”

“Hey! How dare you!! I have an extremely intricate AI system that’s almost identical to human brain waves!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. There’s a more important question we have on our hands, though.”

He approached the timid robot, staring down at his pelvis with a look that made Keebo very uncomfortable.

“Do robots have dicks?”

Keebo’s felt his face grow hot.

“-What?! D-don’t ask such questions!”

“Come oooooon, I wanna know! Can I see it? Can I see the robodick?”

He got closer and closer, much to Keebo’s discomfort. Before he could utter a protest, Keebo found himself being fondled by the curious intruder.

“Ooooh, and what is it that you made of? Aluminum? Steel? Titanium? Is the robodick made of metal too, or is it softer?”

“Wait, s-stop! That feels weird… aaaaaaAAAAAH! Don’t touch me there!!”

Keebo squirmed as the tiny hands caressed his body and poked into the delicate spaces between his metal plates. No one had ever touched him in such a way, not even the professor, so these new sensations were quite foreign to him. He wasn’t sure how to react. He tried to push him off, but the little gremlin was much too fast. He started to panic again, he knew he had to do something soon, or else something bad was going to happen!

“Agh! Okay, I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice!”

Keebo lifted his right hand. The middle of his palm glowed with a strange green light and shot out a ray beam at the unwanted visitor. It struck him in the chest, and he fell backwards onto the floor. For many seconds he didn’t move. Keebo rushed to his side, checking to see if his heart was beating and if he was still breathing.

“Hello? Hello?! Are you okay?”

“Ugggh… I can’t… move…”

“Oh, thank goodness!! I was afraid the immobilizer hit you with too much force…”

“What… did you do… to me…?”

“Hold on, I’ll bring you somewhere more comfortable.”

He picked up his lightweight body and carried him out of the room.

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“Nnnnhhh… where am I…”

The burglar’s eyes blinked groggily. Keebo stared intensely down at him.

“You’re in my bedroom. Well, I guess technically it’s just my recharging station, but I made a bed so you’d be more comfortable.”

The robot had laid three layers of blankets on the floor with a tiny square pillow for the burglar’s head. There he laid, unmoving and still drowsy from the aftereffects of the immobilizer.

“What the hell did you shoot me with…?”

“Oh, that was my immobilizing ray. It temporarily paralyzes your muscles. You won’t be able to move any of your extremities from the neck down for at least another hour or two. But don’t worry! It doesn’t affect your respiratory or nervous functions.”

“Ooooh, how sci-fi. Whatcha gonna do now that you’ve captured me? Are you gonna torture me? Rip me apart from limb to limb? Vaporize me with your lazer beam eyes?”

Keebo was taken aback. “No!! I’d never harm a human being in that way! It goes against my programming! And I don’t have any dangerous functions like that anymore.”

The burglar scoffed. A few strands of purple hair fell across his forehead.

“Awwww, how boring… well, if you’re not gonna do anything to me then why’d you bring me here?”

“Oh, I guess... I just wanted to talk. That’s all.”

“Huh?”

Keebo blushed a little, suddenly feeling shy.

“Actually… I haven’t been able to interact with other humans since… since my creation.” He paused, almost letting his shameful past slip out. “The only other person I’ve had conversations with is the professor.”

“Jeez, how pathetic. You’re just a sad machine with no friends. And here I thought you’d be some kind of secret weapon used by the government to seize power. How disappointing.”

The comment sent daggers through Keebo’s heart, or at least its equivalent. He opened his mouth to protest, but he had no rebuttal. The burglar’s observations were 100% accurate.

“Maybe so… but I was still able to capture you.”

“Tch! Whatever.”

The burglar turned his face away, his cheeks tinted red. Was it from embarrassment, or shame? Keebo couldn’t quite figure it out.

“So, can I ask for your name?”

“You can ask all you want, it doesn’t mean I’ll tell.”

Keebo let out a robotic sigh. “You don’t have to be so difficult, you know. I’ve decided not to report you for the time being.”

“As if that’s what I’m worried about.”

“What if I tell you mine first? My model name is K1-b0, but I like to go by Keebo.”

The burglar waited a few moments before finally giving in, realizing the robot was not going to let it go.

“Kokichi. Kokichi Ouma. And don’t you forget it.”

Keebo muttered his name. “Kokichi Ouma… That’s a lovely name.”

“Tch.”

Keebo poked at his captive’s puffed out cheek. “Kokichi Ouma. Would you rather sit here in silence for the next two hours, or can I ask you more questions about yourself?”

The boy said nothing. Keebo was disappointed, but he didn’t let it stop him from developing his AI further.

“Fine, don’t talk. But I do want to learn more about humans. Mind if I do some experimenting?”

The robot’s eyes scanned his body. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and barely seemed to cover his bones. Blueish veins were visible on his inner wrists and the sides of his neck. It was almost as if he was malnourished. His arms and legs resembled twigs, looking like they would crack if handled too roughly.

“You’re very skinny. Do you receive proper nutrition?”

Again, no answer. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Keebo began tracing his exposed skin from neck to his wrists. He was surprised to hear a guttural sound emerge from Kokichi’s throat.

“Gggh! Stop!”

Keebo blinked, feeling confused. “What’s wrong? Does this cause you pain?”

“No, it’s just annoying! I don’t like it!”

Puzzled, Keebo ignored his complaints and continued his exploration. His shirt had ridden up from before, and he could see what he knew to be a bellybutton peeking through.

“I’ve always wondered what the function of a belly button was. Do you know, Kokichi Ouma?”

He poked into it as if pressing a button, and heard a stifled squeal escape his lips.

“EEEEGH! I said STOP!”

“Why are you making such strange noises? If it doesn’t hurt, then you shouldn’t have any reaction.”

“For fuck’s sake… are you really THAT inept? I’d feel sorry for you if you weren’t so annoying.”

Kokichi’s words failed to discourage the robot. His metallic fingers continued their travels on his exposed midsection and prompted more bizarre sounds. When he hit one of the bony ribs on his lower side, he heard him giggle for the first time.

“Eeheeehee! Okay, seriously, stahahap!”

“Now what is it? Why are you laughing? I haven’t told a joke, nor have I done anything particularly funny.”

“Becahahahse! It… it tickles!”

Tickles? This was new. Keebo’s AI scrambled to create a new schema.

“What are ‘tickles’?”

“Ugh, they’re annoying fucking sensations people feel when they get touched in certain areas and instead of crying out in pain, they laugh. It’s called being ticklish. Okay? Now can you knock it off? I really hate it!”

The haughty tone had left Kokichi’s voice, replaced by a somewhat desperate tremor. Not catching onto the social cues, Keebo continued his line of questioning.

“Please, tell me more about these ‘tickles’. What does it feel like to receive these tickles? And why do people laugh?”

“Oh my goooood, I don’t know! I’m not a scientist, I’m a Phantom Thief. Why don’t you do a google search and figure it out for yourself?”

“Which areas of the body are the most ticklish on humans?”

“As if I’d tell you!!”

Keebo couldn’t help but smile. “Then I guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”

He pulled up Kokichi’s shirt even more so that his torso was more accessible.

“You seemed to have the biggest reaction in this area.”

He put all ten fingers on either side of his belly and began caressing the skin gently. If Kokichi was able to move, he would’ve curled into a fetal position immediately.

“Ahahahaha! Nooooooo stooooHAHAHAP!”

Keebo smirked. “This must be a sensitive area for you, Kokichi Ouma.”

“Shut uhahahap! And stop tihihickling meeee!”

His hands floated upwards, climbing his ribs one by one. With his ability to squirm taken away, all Kokichi could do was laugh frantically.

“HAHAHAHAA! PLEEHEEHEEZE DOHOHON’T!”

Keebo pulled away, sensing alarm in his unwilling victim.

“Okay, I won’t tickle you anymore. But only if you agree to talk to me. I want to know more about you.”

When he calmed down and regained his steady breathing, Kokichi was able to answer him. Keebo noticed a subtle change in his face. Was it sadness? Anger? Maybe he shouldn’t have tickled him without knowing the social implications of it ahead of time. He wished he had more experience reading body language, perhaps then he’d understand how Kokichi was feeling.

“Listen to me when I say this, Keeboy… you don’t want to know someone like me.”

“Why not? I find you fascinating. And you’ve taught me so much already, even though we just met.”

“Because I’m the Phantom Thief. I’m a criminal, ya numbskull! I break into people’s houses and steal things and I don’t feel bad about it at all. Are you sure you want your first human friend to be a no-good felon like me?”

Keebo paused, deep in thought.

“Hmmmm. Why did you become the Phantom Thief? Why not pursue a more respectable profession, such as a leadership role in a business? Something tells me you’d be good at that.”

Kokichi let out an annoyed sighed.

“Fiiiiiine, what the hell. I suppose it doesn’t matter if I tell a recluse robot about my Dark and Troubled Past. You don’t have any friends to tell anyway.”

Keebo listened as Kokichi told him about his childhood. How he grew up without parents, being shuffled from foster home to foster home until he was released from the system at 18. By that time, he had already started a syndicate gang of sorts that made a living by robbing the upper-class apartments on the east side of the city. They were steadily moving onto bigger heists, such as stealing artifacts from museums and bank vaults to sell on the black market, and so far none of them had been caught. Thus how he’d earned the title “Phantom Thief.” Keebo found himself feeling a little sorry for him.

”I see… so humans suffer later on in life when they don’t receive proper nurture at a young age.”

“I don’t need your pity. I’ve taken care of myself just fine ever since I was a kid. None of my foster parents ever gave a shit about me. The only real family I’ve ever had are my fellow D.I.C.E. members.”

“D.I.C.E.? Is that that name of your gang?”

“Yuppero! We’re the largest secret evil organization in the city! And someday, we’re gonna go worldwide. But that’s all I’m gonna tell you.”

Keebo paused for a moment, analyzing all the data he had collected so far. His head whizzed and buzzed like an old school computer from the 90s downloading a large file.

“Kokichi Ouma. Do you ever feel… lonely?”

“Lonely? Me? HA! How could I ever be lonely when I have 10,000 members of D.I.C.E. supporting me?”

Keebo wasn’t fooled by his exaggerated lies or by his tough guy act. He recognized the same sadness in Kokichi’s eyes that he himself had been feeling since that awful day of the incident many months ago. But unlike him, Kokichi seemed unwilling to admit it.

“But don’t you wish you had a friend? Someone you could talk to about your feelings?”

“ And whyyyy in the world would I ever do that? Feelings are just weapons people can use to hurt you.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Kokichi flinched. His fingers started to twitch ever so slightly. A cheeky smile spread across his youthful face.

“Heh… it looks like your immobilizer’s wearing off.”

“Hmm, yes, I suppose it’s been over an hour since you were hit.”

Silence fell between the two. Keebo was running out of time. He knew Kokichi would run off the moment he regained mobility, and he sat there puzzled for several seconds trying to figure out a solution.

“Kokichi Ouma. Why don’t we make a deal?”

“Hmmm? What kind of deal are we talkin?”

“When the immobilizer wears off, I’ll let you go and I vow to keep your crime, and your past, a secret.”

“Oooookay. And what do you want in return from little ole me?”

Keebo took a deep breath.

“In return, I’d like you to come visit me every night.”

“Whawhawhaaaaat? Are you insane? I’m a busy guy, Keeboy! I can’t afford to waste my precious time talking to some android hikikomori every night!”

“Would you rather I alert the authorities to the identity of the Phantom Thief? What would the members of D.I.C.E. do with their leader imprisoned for life? Surely you wouldn’t want to abandon them, since they’re your only family.”

Kokichi’s eyebrows furrowed as he spit out a scathing insult.

“Grrrr! You conniving piece of shit! Using my Dark and Troubled Past against me! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with that information!”

Keebo lowered his eyes, regretting stooping that low but feeling desperate as his time with the human was running out.

“I’m not asking for much. Please? I’m not allowed or leave, or else I’d go see you instead.”

Kokichi went silent again. His plea seemed to move him, much to his surprise.

“You’re really that lonely, huh? So much that you’d make friends with a wanted criminal?”

“I don’t mind, as long as you don’t mind being friends with a recluse robot.”

The purple haired burglar almost laughed.

“You know what, Keeboy? You might be pathetic, but you sure are something. Fine, it’s a deal.”

“R-really?! You mean it??”

“Nope! That was a lie! AHAHAAHAHA!”

“Wh-what?! Fine, then I’ll just just shoot you with the immobilizer again!”

“Aaaaaaah, hold on…!!”

“I’ll find your other ticklish spots too, and then I’ll keep you here and tickle you until Idabashi comes in the morning!”

“OKAYOKAYOKAAAAAAY! It’s a deal! Jeeeez, you drive a hard bargain!”

Keebo took Kokichi’s hand in his. Kokichi shook the robot’s hand feebly, still weakened but slowly getting the feeling back in his limbs. Keebo wasn’t sure if he could trust him to keep his promise, but he figured he had enough information on him to force him to uphold his side of the deal. Time passed, and before long Kokichi was standing and walking around on his own again.

“Fiiiiinally! Now I can get the hell out of here! So much for stealing Idabashi’s classified information. Oh well, at least I got to touch a freaky robot!”

Keebo’s cheeks turned pink. “I’m happy I met you tonight, too. I don’t feel so lonely anymore. Thank you, Kokichi Ouma.”

Kokichi fidgeted as Keebo gazed at him longingly.

“Jeez, why are you looking at me like that… it’s making me feel weird.”

“I’m sorry! It’s just that… I think… I think you’re really beautiful!!”

Keebo blurted out his thoughts, which resulted in Kokichi’s eyes widening. He seemed legitimately shocked, as if he’d never received a compliment before in his life. A deep, rosy color invaded his cheeks.

“D-don’t just say shit like that out of the blue! Weirdo… and anyway, you’re only supposed to call girls beautiful. Didn’t you know that, ya dummy?”

“Oh… sorry.”

Kokichi made his way to the vent, disappearing without another word or even a glance back. Keebo felt a knot twisting in his stomach. Would he see Kokichi Ouma again? Or would this be the last time? He felt himself falling into despair at the thought of being left alone again. The loneliness threatened to overtake him, swallowing his inner thoughts and threatening to leak through in the form of tears…

… But just then, a round face poked out of the vent.

“Same time tomorrow?”

Keebo snapped back to reality, smiling widely and nodding his head excitedly.

“Yes!! I’ll be here waiting!”

“Alright. See ya around.”

And with that, the Phantom Thief vanished into the darkness.

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #kiibouma #kokichi ouma #k1-b0 #keebo #kiibo #some tickling but it's not plot focused so didn't wanna tag as tk fic #in my feelings #been awhile since i wrote this ship and got sudden inspiration #longest word count yet

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trickshxt · 6 years ago

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Carries, bridal style.

SMACK! CRASH!

“You’re nearly as bad as I was!”

He barely hears Rich over the laughing the other’s doing. Pine needles prick his face, pressed up under his helmet somehow and he sneezes. Then sneezes again as he attempts to free his leg from a particularly wicked split branch. “Thanks for that, firefly, thanks…”

Moments later a hand frees his foot and he’s facing the world right side up. Rich just GRINS at him, brushing a pine branch from his shoulder. “I mean, I know I give you morning wood -”

Barney groans, flicking a pine needle at Rich’s nose. It hits with satisfying accuracy. “Absolutely not.”

“Awwww, c’mon, you love my sexy jokes!”

“Lemme know when you get one that’s good OR sexy.”

Rich staggers back with a hand over his heart. “Wounded. WOUNDED. The love of my life, stabbin’ me in the back like that? How could you?”

With all the drama of every free Shakespearean park production Barney’s seen in his life (and there’s been a good many of them) Rich turns with a flourish, wheezing something that Barney suspects is supposed to be a sob. It’s all drama, badly put on.

Barney barks a laugh anyway. “All right, all right! Best dick joke I’ve heard all morning.” When Rich sniffs, loudly, he amends, “Day? Week? Fine, month.”

That gets Rich turning, laughing, and Barney finds himself pulled in for a kiss. Or, well, a near kiss. Their helmets clang and Barney steps back with a groan. His consolation is seeing Rich do the same.

“Right, forgot about that,” Rich mutters. Barney snorts. (He couldn’t be more fond of a headache than he was then.) Rich just glances up at him, eyes bright. “Go again?” When Barney raises an eyebrow, Rich points to the air.

“Again,” he agrees

The sun lowers in the sky and then has lowered further still by the time they stop. He’s breathless from the effort. Endorphins high at the fact he can start and stop now - tree free since 3pm - and can accelerate enough to join Rich on a rocky ledge halfway up a mountain to watch the sunset. Their feet swing as the sky blushes to red. The helmet in his lap is starting to feel comfortable. (Something he never thought he’d say, considering what it represents.) The boots no longer as foreign and he kicks a foot to watch the yellow flash in the sun.

Rich watches from the side of his eyes and Barney catches the tell tale crinkles in them even if he misses seeing the look himself. “Gonna be a great flyer yet.”

“Eh,” he says with a click of his tongue. His shoulder bumps Rich’s though, pleased. “Gotta good teacher.” He pauses. “When he ain’t laughing at me.”

Rich’s laugh bounces. “C’mon, babe, you can’t hold that against me!”

Barney knows he never could. “Too late, holdin’ it against ya.” His arm slips around Rich’s waist and feels that heavy warmth in his chest that he’s missed. “Gonna have to make it up to me.”

A scoff meets that. “What’d’ya think all this is?”

“Investin’ in future laughing rights?” He teases. Rich snorts, though says nothing, and Barney leans in to give his neck a long, slow kiss. Tries again. “Indulgence?”

Rich is quiet for a long enough moment that Barney wonders if he’s said something wrong. Before he can ask, though, Rich turns his head and catches his mouth in a kiss. “Indulging isn’t that bad, right?”

Barney snorts. “Naw.” And kisses him again. “Not when we both like it.”

He almost wants to ask about the pause. But Rich takes his hand in his and squeezes hard. So he lets the topic drop, squeezing back. By the time the Little Dipper is high in the sky they’re both red lipped and sheepish at the over enthusiasm apparent on their skin.

***

It’s still chilly for camping, but when your better half spends most of their time away in the stars you make do with a few extra blankets. The air may sting their lungs, but Barney’s known how to build fires for decades now.

“Shoulda known my Heathfire knows how to build one,” Rich teased.

He’d laughed. “Your Heathfire knows a thing or two about survivin’.” He’d meant it as a joke, but the ping in Rich’s face reminds him of just how non-linear grief can be. He’d thrown the lighter fluid can at the Nova then, unsurprised when he’d caught it, and had grinned. “Wanna make a fireball?”

The soreness from the pine tree landing is finally fading a little as they luxuriate in the heat, stomachs full of charred hot dogs and s’mores still sticky in their mouths. He watches, eyes lidded, as Rich cackles at a mallow mound bursts into flames on a stick.

“And thus, the mallow kingdom fell,” intones Rich quite seriously.

It makes Barney smile, seeing the boyish glee in those gray eyes and the content flicker of a gold glow around a carefree form. He wishes, so badly wishes, he could capture the moment forever. Something all stardust and magic and smoky fire. He savors it here and now in a languid look from across the way, meeting Rich’s eyes with a fondness he won’t put to words.

Rich’s smile softens at him, before the marshmallow falls to a true firey end. Rich blinks and Barney laughs. “Think it got scared. Felt the gravity of it all.”

The groan that comes from Rich’s chest is absolutely worth getting jabbed with a marshmallow covered stick. “That was BAD, babe.”

“An’ yet you’re still here,” he retorts, attempting to wipe sticky sweets from his sleeve.

There’s that funny little silence again, Rich’s hands stilling with a curl of his fingers, and Barney wonders if the man even knows he’s doing it. Pausing in such dramatic fashion. He’s hesitant to point it out, considering the circumstances (his shirts are just now finally fitting Rich again). So he waits for a moment, giving him space to think.

“You-”

“I got you somethin’.”

That surprises him. He blinks, sitting up a bit as Rich scrambles to his feet and dives for their bags as if whatever he’d managed to sneak along will grow wings and take off. (For all Barney knows, it could.) He’d done most of the packing, yet somehow he hadn’t seen the jaw dropping STACK of papers that Rich is pulling from the bag now. He sits up a bit, brow furrowed, jaw dropped, as Rich brandishes the stack with a smile so pleased it’s nearly feral.

“Here!” Rich holds it out, excitement curling around his features, a clear and present thing that’s so infectious Barney finds himself smiling just beholding it.

He takes the paper with a small OOF and looks down at the first page. His brow knits. “What is it?”

Rich plops down unceremoniously behind him, arms wrapping around his chest. He can practically feel the man vibrating. “It’s Xandarian.” Rich’s chin finds his shoulder, resting there. “Xandarian’s got some of the BEST poetry in the galaxy. Like, some of the greatest lines you’ll ever read. Only problem is they don’t translate well into English and it’d take even Worldmind awhile to figure out a good translation so…I figured you could just read ‘em yourself.”

The thought put into it curls around his heart, finding the cracks left from so long ago and filling them in with gold dust and stars. His shoulders hitch in a huff and he thumbs the black ink with a softness he forgets he has sometimes. “Is this what you disappeared in the library for?”

Rich gives a satisfied giggle.

“Is this what caused the copier to explode?”

Rich winces at that. “I, uh, have no comment on that incident.” He adds quickly, “Neither does Worldmind so shut up.”

“Uh-huh.” Barney may not be able to go back to the library for a bit, but the packet in his hand is a testament of thought and care that he cherishes more than can be said for most points of his life.

With a practiced finger, he turns the page and blinks a bit. The words may be foreign but he knows poetry well. And this isn’t it. It looks more like…

Rich’s arms squeeze him, delighted. “Gonna have to learn the language first before ya read in it.”

He stares at the language spread before him. Something powerful and promising in their foreign nature. It’s less the challenge that excites him and more the fact that what he can do with it, what he will be able to understand someday that has him shivering despite the radiating warmth from the fire.

His breath comes out shaky. “I…how did ya know?”

Rich kisses his cheek, vibrating again. “Just had a feelin’.”

Barney turns then to catch him in a proper kiss, feeling Rich laugh in his mouth. The papers press between them as a hand caresses Rich’s cheek. He won’t admit to his eyes being wet, and if Rich notices he says nothing. (He’s not sure what he can ever give the man that is equal to the thought spared for him in these moments. He can only hope his actions say ‘I love you’ as much as Rich’s gifts do.)

Excitement flares in him, spreading through him like wildfire. It doesn’t dissipate, rather, it collects until he is pressing himself against Rich’s chest, hunched down with his knees up enough to cradle the thick stack of pages.

Rich’s arms settle around him, Nova Force pressing down like a weighted blanket, glowing with what Barney now knows is contentment.

“What’s this?” He asks, pointing.

“The alphabet.”

“Teach me?”

Rich’s lips smile against the back of his head. He does. They get through a few pages, hitting general phrases until ‘get up’ inspires something else entirely to do just that. And with a laugh, Rich lifts him in a bridal carry, Barney too caught up in a laugh and a gasp to do anything more then let him parade them to the tent.

They spend their last few waking hours with their hands and mouths full of other things.

***

The drive home is filled with bad country music and more pit stops then they can count. They’re dragging their feet to get back to the city and doing so by belting Jolene at the top of their lungs as they take every scenic overview drive off they find. The cab of the truck is filled with laughter. He would say it feels like old times, but it feels so distinct from that old nostalgia. Like it’s something all its own. Treasured for what it is in this moment and always will be in his memory; without compare.

They’ve hit a long stretch of open road when the radio dies and though Worldmind tries not suitable alternative is found. Rich hits the knob with a huff. “What’s the point of havin’ ya if you can’t even find some tunes?”

Barney snickers at the look that passes over Rich’s face and he feels a silent, thought high five for whatever Worldmind said is warranted.

“Only got a bit before we hit civilization again anyway,” Barney consoles. Rich just huffs. “Could stop at another truck station if ya want a refill on pop.” Rich just gives him a sideways glance and pops his lips. Barney scowls at the joke and swats at him with a hand. “Shuddup.”

They go quiet after that, pleasantly so. He whistles a bit of Jolene, the song an earworm for the next few days he’s sure. A glance in the mirror catches sight of Rich, however, looking out and looking so very far away.

It’s so similar to the moments of silence he saw this trip. With no distractions comes no excuses, and he clears his throat. “Everythin’ all right, firefly?”

Rich startles a bit, a hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly after a moment. “Oh, uh, yeah. Just thinkin’ I guess.”

Barney raises an eyebrow, hums, “Yeah?”

They’ve never pushed each other when it wasn’t necessary. Some thoughts can’t be shared, can’t be uttered into the air just then. It’s an unsaid boundary they’ve respected from the beginning, and Barney is ready to respect it now should the topic be dropped.

He admits, he’s a little surprised when Richard speaks, “I gotta go back, eventually.”

His heart drops, though the fact remains they’ve both known since Rich fell to the streets of New York. No matter what space does - will do - to the man, Nova Prime always, always responds. “I know.”

(He misses him already, just thinking about it. Another two years is worth the wait, but oh the weight it does add.)

Rich gives him a sad smile, a hand reaching over to squeeze his thigh. “Gonna try not to make it another two years before I’m back.”

Barney appreciates the reassurance, even if there’s no promise there. (He wouldn’t ask for one, wouldn’t make the man give a promise he can’t keep.) “I know.” He wets his lips and glances over. “It’s all right, Richie, I get it. You know that?” He can’t quite keep the question from that.

Fortunately, Rich catches it and gives him a knowing smile. “To paraphrase a guy I know: I know.”

That breaks the tension, a laugh escaping from Barney’s throat. (He can’t remember when he’s laughed this much in years. Since before Rich came into his life with a sly, smug smile that he’s come to associate with tightness in his chest.) “Jackass.”

“Learned from the best!”

“Like you weren’t one before ya met me!”

When they pull over at the last scenic outlook before the road home, Barney beats Rich out and to his door, waiting to pull him into a dip and a kiss. The surprise on Rich’s face is worth it, particularly when he pulls back and smirks, ( passable Xandarian - hi there cutie ).

Rich’s smile is brilliant, dazzling. Charmed enough to make Barney’s toes curl. “You’re gonna be fluent before I even know what to do with ya!”

Barney presses kisses to his cheek. “That a challenge?”

“Sure,” Rich says, eyes hooded and mischievous. “You get through enough of that book before I get back next time and I’ll bring ya something special.”

Barney rolls his eyes. “Don’t need the promise of somethin’ to do that.”

Rich pauses, just enough for Barney to straighten them both. “But what if I want to?”

He remembers indulgences versus investments then and raises an eyebrow. “You been thinkin’ about somethin’, haven’t ya? You keep gettin’ these little, pauses, an’ goin’ distant.”

Caught, Rich shrugs a bit and turns away. Barney almost wonders if he shouldn’t have said anything at all. “Just…doin’ some thinking.” Barney’s breath must catch or Worldmind must say something because Rich turns back around, wide eyed and hands up. “Not that kind of thinking! Blessed One, not THAT.”

Rich catches one of Barney’s hands and traces the knuckles, careful and slow. Eyes down. Barney can practically hear the gears whirring. The Nova Force thrums. “Just…I love you. A lot. I like being with you. And…”

Rich trails, but Barney is patient, used to working without words. He watches Rich shift, consider, and finally break with a squeeze of Barney’s hand to his arm. “I want you to see where I go, meet my friends, see all the places I keep telling you about.”

He’s offered this before, asked subtly and not so discreetly. It was a while ago, when things were still new and shaky between them, and he remembers laughing it off. Barney Barton in space. Again. It hadn’t had a plausibility to it that seems far less implausible now.

Barney thinks. “What were you gonna bring back, luggage?”

At that Rich laughs. “Think about it?”

Barney nods. “I will.” And he’s careful to keep eye contact when he says that. Though he can’t help but add, “Really though, luggage?”

Rich shrugs, cheeks pink, tilting his head a bit in the way he sometimes does when Worldmind is speaking to him. Barney doesn’t ask. (If Rich wants to share he will.) But he does move in to give the Nova another kiss, teasing his lower lip with his teeth.

“Fucking luggage.”

“Hey, whatever you’re into-”

Barney shuts him up with another kiss. He won’t tell him his mind is decided for a few days yet; not until an end is closer in sight. But from the way his hand slides to Rich’s lower back, the other smoothing over borrowed shirt to curl around his neck possessively, he likes to think that Rich perhaps has an idea what the answer will be.

It can wait though.

For now, they kiss. Look at the view. Sing along to country songs they don’t know and drink bizarre pop they find stuffed in the back of a display at the gas station. And if there are any more pauses it’s the kind filled with soft looks and blissful enjoyment of company well kept.

#golddome #v: burning out his fuse up there alone #[ CUTE THING 2 ]#[ only a day or so late ]#[ but it got away from me big time ]

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