#howdy as bartender

[happilygreatjenny]

Howdy as a bartender 🍺🍺 on CowboyAU

[relmint-draws]

Silly doodles

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

in tonight's endeavor to be distracted from Everything, i have painstakingly jotted down the base, beginning ideas for a modern human au. it includes a gap-year group road trip in Wally's RV, Home

[enamoredfaun]

perspective isn't my friend but i am trying <3

[pink-nanowire]

I saw a waiter that looked SO funky. He was a vampire to be. So now he's a random Welcome Home OC.

(don't know if I'm gonna put colors)

[josecariohca]

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[clownsuu]

Just a lil doodles smhhhh

cw: mentions of violence and distress. Also weapons-

This is probably a good time to mention everyone’s jobs since I keep forgetting to mention it JDHDGDH

Wally: Da Boss (yeah no shid) he isn’t that merciful of a boss- can be very brutal with how relentless he can be and is a bit of a (non sus) sadistic a s s sometimes. Usually is playfully humorous initially, but can quickly go sour if he feels ever so slightly ticked. Preferred weapon: his eyes and his arms.

Barnaby: Body guard, boss’s left hand man, usually the one who talks for the boss. Sometimes he’s even seen as the “unofficial” boss of the whole group (which he likes to humor sometimes) but in the end he is possibly the most loyal out of everyone to Wally (man’s best friend after all). Preferred weapon is “da biggest gun we got!!!”

Howdy: Butler, bartender, boss’s right hand man. Will do basically everything anyone says (who’s part of the family) without question, however he will always take the Boss’s requests as main priority over the others. This will often keep him awake and exhausted, and a few new stitches to add to his collection. He has the lowest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: Ice pick

Julie: Hitman A, interrogator, mad scientist really. Killing isn’t really too much of her thing, she prefers methodical planning and slow suffering with the use of chemicals and even random substances she can get her lil paws on. She’s not afraid to use anyone as a test subject, even if it’s her own members. preferred weapon: tranquilizers

Sally: Hitman B, intimidator, c h a o s. Almost the complete opposite to Julie. Absolutely chaotic and adores violent bloodshed to a point it’s theatrical. Usually is called if they don’t really need a clean kill. Can often be seen dancing and listening to music while on the job, often says it helps her focus (nobody really argues with it). Preferred weapon: anything blunt and/or violently loud (tasers, rocket launchers, fireworks) (sally is banned from using rocket launchers)

Poppy: Medic, crime scene cleanup, voice of reason, sometimes chef. She does ok when it comes to clean ups and stuff, however she has panic attacks and gets terrified when ever she hears screams of pain/torture, and freezes. Typically Howdy is there to help her snap out of it and help her complete her work, if not do her work for her. Everyone, even including the boss, is there to support her when she’s distressed (everyone would hug her except Wally. He does not like being touched unless it’s Howdy or Barnaby). Preferred weapon: n/a

Eddie: Messenger, delivery pick up/drop off, handler of the goods. He usually goes by himself, however after an incident where he lost his arm from a deal gone wrong, he is now required to leave with at least one of the hitmen (typically Sally). Very often does he get hurt in these trips and is usually always saved by Sally. Absolutely adores Frank for always trying to find the safest routes for him and wishes they had time together alone. Preferred weapon: a simple revolver

Frank: In charge of ordering goods, making contacts, being a voice of reason, basically just a manager. The most stressed member of the group. Rarely is he seen outside of the headquarters unless it’s to talk to well known individuals. He doesn’t usually talk to anyone besides Howdy (ranting at the bar about people), Eddie (telling him what he needs to get next), and Julie (normal convos and her asking him to order new chemicals for her next project). Every time Frank thinks he has an intimate moment together alone with Eddie, out of the blue Eddie would just randomly talk about how much he loves the family and how Wally is so amazing. The next day Frank asks him about it, it seems Eddie doesn’t remember what happened yesterday. Frank has the highest ability to think freely. Preferred weapon: a simple glock.

Home: Voice of reason. Preferred weapon: Wally

[jelloapocalypse]

Hello! Super excited to announce that we're going to be hosting a TWO-DAY EVENT for Epithet Erased's five year anniversary.

(Yes, it's been five years. Isn't that insane?)

The even will be streamed LIVE on our usual livestream YouTube channel, JelloPlaysGames, at 3pm EST on November 16th and 17th.

The first stream (click here) is a Voice Actor Panel, similar to the Two-Loween event held on the original anniversary. We'll be reading original scripts out loud, looking at fan art, doing signings, and more, alongside several special announcements including a preview of the Giovanni Lullaby. Ooh~

The following guests will be on this stream:

Dani Chambers (Molly)

Kyle Igneczi (Giovanni)

Zack Maher (Sylvie)

Lindsay Sheppard (Mera)

Anthony Sardinha (Indus)

Sandra Espinoza (Percy)

William T. Sopp (Ramsey)

Dawn M. Bennett (Zora)

Justice Washington (Howie)

Jordan Dash Cruz (Howdy Morning the Bartender)

Tiana Camacho (Lorelai)

Oz Ryan (Trixie)

Bryn Apprill (Phoenica)

Ray Chase (Rick)

Meg McClain (Spike)

Rhea Burtram (Character Designer + Lead Artist)

Bo Hello (Book Illustrator)

If there's a hypothetical scene you've ever wanted to see between two or more characters, let us know! We'll be reading lots of little skits with every single voice actor participating at least once, and we need lots of ideas!

The second stream (click here) will start the following day, Sunday the 17th also at 3pm EST. This one focuses on the Epithet Erased TTRPG book. It's a long way from done, but we have hundreds of pages to preview!

I'll be going over the general rules, artwork, and spending a lot of time diving into the setting's lore and the intricacies of the example character sheets.

If you'd like to submit fan art for the cast and crew to look at during the stream, please send it to contact@epitheterasedonline.com

RULES FOR ART SUBMISSIONS:

PLEASE send the name you'd like to be credited as

Art does not have to be new, you can submit old stuff

You can send multiple pieces, but we only have so much time on stream, so send your favorites!

No NSFW

I won't share anything that could be seen as the creator endorsing a headcanon. That means no shipping art, no non-canonical pride flags, no Anime Campaign stuff. This is my rule when reblogging and retweeting, too. Even if I like it, I won't share it.

Please submit BEFORE the stream starts

We got 1000+ pieces last time we did an anniversary stream, so we cannot guarantee that your art will be showcased, but we'd love to see it in the email anyways!

[frillsand]

What jobs did Wally and friends do before becoming actors?

Before they became actors ✨🎥✨

I’m going to use this question to give more information from when they were younger. Before their lives as actors, they all lived in a secluded neighborhood where they all met over the years, with Wally and Barnaby meeting first as neighbors. Wally was often in charge with looking after younger kids because it was a small community and Wally just happened to be great with kids. He played a big role with them, serving as a kind of mentor. He usually spent his time entertaining the entire neighborhood when he wasn’t with his friends. As far as he could remember, Wally always knew he wanted to work with kids. He loved teaching them, singing to them, their energy, the brightness he felt when he knew that he was helping their path to the future, everything. It’s hard to dislike small beings that have never done wrong.

So when Wally got older, he decided to move to the city where he would pursue his dream of having his own children’s show. His friends, believing in his dream and not wanting to stay in that small community forever, went with him to help any way they can.

So here are the jobs that they had before their big break.

Howdy Pillar was a construction worker

Eddie dear was a Milkman,(it’s not as cool as a mailman but whatever)

Julie swept hair up at a hair salon.

Frank worked at the public library

Sally was part time at a small shop in the local mall.

Barnaby worked long nights as a bartender

Wally was a secretary to a very busy newspaper company. Often working 7 days a week nonstop

Poppy had a difficult time keeping a job and was fired multiple times so they all decided that she was to stay and take care of the house while they were away. She would pack lunches for them everyday and kept the apartment clean. The parental instincts are strong in her with her being the oldest. 💖🌸

Unfortunately moving to the city with no money , set them into debt quickly and with puppets being paid less, made it more difficult to keep up with expenses.

But they’ve stayed fairly happy nonetheless

Friends to Family trope if I may. I don’t think this counts as found family( my mind is slipping away more and more each day)

[dandyscasino]

Welcome to the casino!

Hello! Howdy! Good day! How are you! I’m just fine, thank you!

Ask the staff anything! We’ll help with anything! Although, let’s lay down a few rules, shall we!

-Keep it SFW, there’s children here!

-This is all non-canon! We do not associate with the actual game!

-We do not support Rox, the co-creater!

-Many headcanons may shine through… But we’ll try and stay true to the actual character for everybodies entertainment!

Phew! With that out of the way, let’s introduce our staff!

Dandy - Owner

Astro - Manager / Dandy’s main man

Vee - Dealer

Shelly - Dealer

Sprout - Head chef

Pebble - Mascot / Local moral support

Boxten - Cashier / Substitute dealer / Part-time performer

Brightney - Errand girl / Substitute dealer / Part-time waitress

Cosmo - Chef

Finn - Aquarium handler / Part-time performer

Flutter - Waitress / Superviser

Glisten - Performer

Goob - Security / Bouncer

Poppy - Bartender

Razzle & Dazzle - Dealers

Rodger - Substitute dealer / Part-time waiter

Scraps - Security / Bouncer

Shrimpo - Aquarium handler

Teagan - Performer

Tisha - Clean up crew

Toodles - Superviser (not official)

Hopefully we can bring lots of joy and memories! Please enjoy your stay!

[sandara-and-coco]

₊˚⊹⋆ Howdy there! It’s finally time for Sandrock's final release yay ₊˚⊹⋆

To celebrate this special occasion Sandara pulled off her jewelry making skills to prepare some unique rings for every sandrocker who wishes to propose to their soulmate ! So without further, here's a little story behind each design,

Qi - Sended an intriguing blueprint to Sandara with complex symbols and diagrams…He assured her that it meant something important to his soulmate so she craved the coded message in precious silver with care. Even if she didn’t get Qi special love language as usual she was sure his loved one would get it ;)

Owen - Our favorite bartender showed an intricate design to Sandara, a delicate pattern almost the same as his own parents' engagement ring. Like the gilding flowers on the cover of a fine book he wished to give his lover the beginning of the story they were about to write together in this life.

Fang - The swan holding a special meaning to him Fang requested Sandara to make his ring the shape of that gracious animal to seal his promise to love and cherish his dearest one forever.

Ernest - Came by with this big and expensive pearl that got a special meaning to him asking Sandara if she could add it to his ring. The pearl symbol of his loyalty and love was carefully placed on the gold ring, the initials of his name and his lover one engraved on the inside.

Pablo - He made a special request to Sandara in search of the most colorful metal they could find for his ring in which bismuth mineral was perfect! Showing how bright and full of all the colors of this world his love was for his chosen one.

Arvio - Insisting on getting the most fine materials Arvio asked for a special ring. He showed Sandara a rare sand flower from Baranarok symbolizing hope and renewal inspiring the shape of that jewel meant to bond him and his other half forever.

Miguel - Requested a rather simple but very elegant ring, made with pale gold with a single diamond to show the purity of his love for his chosen one.

Burgess - Asked for something extra special to convey all his will to live in happiness and kindness with his soulmate. The yellow diamond he chose shining in the center of his ring radiating like the sun all his love.

Pen - In secret Pen demanded the most powerful ring Sandara could make to give his special one great strength and power he’s all for. However he never delivered it himself…

Unsuur - While admiring his collection Unsuur couldn't choose which gem was more fitting so he brought them all to Sandara to make a special ring! (even adding a few shards Wilson lost to make the base of his special ring ;)

Justice - Wanted a pretty ring that still felt like him so Sandara took great care at bringing out Justice strong will and honesty toward his most precious one with this silver and copper ring.

Logan - The only one Sandara didn’t made because well Logan made it himself for his special one! On late hunt nights he sat by the fire and carefully carved this ring in bones with the will to give his loved one something he made with all his heart.

This isn’t much but I hope everyone will have much fun playing and living wonderful adventures with Sandrockers friendly as romantic ones ! As I used to study jewelry making it was very much fun to do and fitting hc that Sandara would make them for the town folks !

It’s been already one year that I have being in this fandom and so so grateful for everything it brought me and the wonderful people it allowed me to meet ♡

I’m currently working on the girl next and some custom ones for my fellow builders who helped me with the designs ◇

₊˚⊹⋆ Happy Sandrock day ! Wish you all the best and see you soon to continue this journey together ₊˚⊹⋆

[supertrxshwrites]

Cowboy sheriff AU

Jason Todd & The Outlaws

* Jason is sheriff and everyone loves him but the reader.

* Reader thinks he’s a sloppy, careless, drunk who only flashes the badge to get what he wants

*he frequents the saloon the reader bartends at and the second they see that red bandana stumble through the swinging doors they know their night is going to get worse

* he always winds up the crowd which always ends in a bar fight which he conveniently leaves before it gets really bad

* his little posse also irks the reader A LOT

*roy is Sheriff Todd’s right hand man and deputy which meant he also had a badge of sorts

* and the woman her name was Kori she didn’t talk much but every once in a while the reader would catch her tussling with some drunk that made a remark. Breaking a table, putting a hole through the wall or causing any other damage in the process

* Anytime a real crime or disturbance was happening the sheriff would take care of it, but in his own special way

* it rubs the reader the wrong way

*every once in a while they run into each other in town. Whether they are leaving the bank or locking up the saloon and he makes a point to say something just to get under their skin

“howdy, nice day we’re havin’”. He says with a mischievous grin as he follows the reader walking side by side at they carry some groceries

“ oh god not today..” they breathe out picking up their pace

“Woah woah woah now hold yer horses I’m not here to give you any trouble sweetheart” he says standing in front of the reader with a shit eating grin plastered on his face

“ what do you want.” They say flatly

Jason taps the small metal badge

They sigh with an eye roll.

“What do you want, Sheriff”

“You roll em any harder, doll they’ll fall right out” he says with a smirk

“Cmere lemme help you with that” he says taking the bag helping you carry it home. Yeah the sheriff could be an immature asshole but he could also be a gentleman

* when the reader isn’t working at the saloon they make food for the men that work in the mines all day.

*sheriff and his cronies take advantage of that and try to get free food

( I’m prolly gonna add more but if anyone has any other HC’s for Cowboy!Jason feel free to comment or inbox mee)

[sm-baby]

I love Penelope so much!! Such a cute character, her hair looks so soft I wanna touch it AHHH-! ANYWAYS, for my question, are Eddie and Frank an item in your vision or no?? If so, what's Penelope's opinion on it! (You earned yourself a new follower, hehe. Look forward to more art of her!)

I WANTED TO DRAW SOME FRANKLY DEAR FOR THIS BUT I RAN OUT OF INSPIRATION!! TOT!! basically, YES!! ABSOLUTELY! They are just straight up canon! I could never exclude their relationship!

In fact, I'd say the first time Penelope has actually met everyone was years ago during Frank's wedding! They don't remember her much, but they had a nice time with her uwu

I'd said other than Julie and Frank, Howdy remembers her the most cuz it was a catering job and he had nice bartender vibes UwU

[smok3r7]

Three, Two, One - Draw! One-shot

Cowboy Joel Miller x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Main Masterlist & My Ao3

Summary: In Tombstone, you’re the bartender at Wyatt Earp’s saloon, a favorite actually. You’re one of the fastest shooters in the west, having learned from the best - your brother, Doc Holiday. One night after your shift at the saloon, your husband Joel Miller, tells you he wants to practice your draw speed. However, he’s not talking about guns.

Word count: 3.8k

⚠️Warnings: Age gap (not specified), no outbreak, brief sexual harassment, slight angst, clothed grinding, vibrator use, unprotected PiV, cream pie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pregnancy talk

Okay look, I know vibrators didn’t exist back then! BUT JUST FOR THE SAKE OF THIS PLOT, JUST IMAGINE THEY DO!!

@strang3lov3 here it is bug, finally got it all figured out bahaha💓

@chloeangelic 💓

—

The Dexter Saloon - Wyatt Earp's bar here in Tombstone, was busy with cowboys that have their whores and then the red bandits also with their whores. But on two separate ends of the saloon, everyone knew better than to go onto the others - otherwise all hell would break loose. Not saying it never happened, but people knew the consequences.

Everyone was either sitting at the gambling tables or they were watching others play. Then there were the older guys who just sat in their designated bar stools and drank until they couldn’t see straight. This was an everyday occurrence, this saloon was rarely ever empty, you could count on one hand the amount of times that’s happened.

“Hey honey,” Eric, an older cowboy, raises his empty glass towards you on the other side of the bar top.

“Comin’ right up,” you chirp back as you slide over to grab his glass and take a whiskey bottle from behind you as you fill it and hand it back with a wink. The cowboy raises his glass, “Thanks hon.”

You have been the bartender here at The Dexter for, shit, like fifteen years. Which is a pretty big deal because men are usually the only ones who can bartend, however you and Doc Holiday are siblings. So people knew not to fuck with you, and if they did, they were in for hell of an awakening - either from Doc or from you.

Ever since you could walk, Holiday would teach you how to handle your guns and how to fight with your hands. At the age of eleven you could beat your older brother in a gun match, you were a straight shooter, no hesitation - center mass all day long, fast ones at that. But since you’re a woman, you knew that you wouldn’t get the same chance as your brother would, as fucked up as it is, you understood it but you use it to your advantage.

No one fucks with you, they damn well know better. Well for one, everyone here in Tombstone knows who your brother is, and secondly, some have personally been shown why they shouldn’t mess with you.

—

One of the first nights you started at the saloon, a group of red bandits came in and tried to harass and intimidate you. Howdy sweet thing, what’s a pretty girl like you working here? I bet you let all the cowboys run on you huh? Why don’t you let us have you, huh sweet thing?

All you could do was smile and ask what they wanted to drink or if they wanted in on some tables. However, all they did was stare at your body like you were a piece of candy just waiting to be unwrapped.

Okay yes, you used your tits and ass to your advantage, but you work in a saloon full of rowdy men who are easily manipulated into giving tips. So why not? You’ve always gotten harassed, so it usually doesn’t bother you, but when it comes to your job - you tend to become a loose cannon. Because It’s not like you were whoring yourself out to all these men, you have been loyal to one man for years and years - Joel Miller.

However this group of bandits ignored your questions and tried to violate your sense of safety. But you were quick enough to grab the two steel revolvers that you keep in your hip holsters and you pointed them at two of them, they all froze.

“Now, you have about five seconds to get out of this saloon before I blow holes in all four of you bastards.”

You weren’t scared, you just wanted them to leave so you could continue your job. The two men that you’re aiming at start to laugh, but the click of you clocking the two steel guns makes them stop.

“You think we’re scared of some pretty gal with some guns she don’t know nothing about?” The older one chimes, you only have the two younger ones on lock, but the other two haven’t even drawn their weapons.

“Who said I don’t know my way around a gun?” Give me a reason I dare you. A beat goes by and you watch the two that are only a mere two feet away from the silver barrel, and they are terrified. Your eyes then go to the older two and you watch at how they observe your actions, go ahead do it.

You’re not sure what makes the group of men back down and apologize for the incident and leave the Saloon. Maybe it was the way your face had zero emotion or the way your hands weren’t shaking in the slightest. Whatever it was, they left and you haven’t seen them since.

—

“Howdy darlin’,”

Your hands stop wiping down the inside of glasses and you turn your head, Joel. As you turn your body towards the swinging doors, you smile. He causes your head to feel dizzy and your heart to flutter, you’re not quite sure how you got so lucky.

He’s now walking towards the bar and when he reaches it, he leans his elbows on it as he looks you up and down. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat just like yours, a red flannel that’s tight around his arms and chest, his dark jeans causing his thighs and ass to stick out.

“Just ‘bout done, just waiting for Mary to come and take over,”

Joel does a quiet, alright, as he watches you go back to drying off glasses and putting them back onto the shelves behind you. You can feel his eyes on your figure when you’re turned away, your light washed jeans hug your curves in a way that makes everyone stare.

“Want a drink before we go?” You ask him as you grab the bottle of whiskey that’s just about a quarter gone and spin around to show him. Your hair that laid on your shoulders now behind them from your spin, exposing your cleavage to him. His eyes go straight to the opening of your light blue button down and he smirks as he goes, “Only if you are.”

Why not? My shift is basically over, Mary is just finishing washing off the main tables, she’ll be over here any second. You think as you set the whiskey bottle next to Joel and spin back to grab two of the glasses you just dried, Mary can wash them.

You fill the glasses just over half full, been needing this after the day today.

“Damn darlin’, sure you can do that in one go?” Joel chuckles as you put the bottle back onto the shelf with the dozens of other liquors.

“Really Joel?” You laugh, now you’re directly across from him on the other side of the bar counter. You grab the full glass and rest your elbows on the bar top, causing your tits to squeeze together more. “Bet I could take it easier than you.”

His eyes leave your cleavage and dart to your eyes, his eyebrows furrow and his face reads, are you sure about that? You nod your head as you bite your bottom lip in a smile, you then remove your weathered brown cowboy hat and set it on the counter, Joel does the same.

You raise your glass to meet his with a clink and a hit of the bar top then you knock back the thick dark liquor. The burn in your throat is instant, but with determination to keep it down without a problem, it doesn’t bother you. All you do is shake your head once and grab your hat to put it back on, whereas Joel does a shake and a god damn.

When he slides the glass over to you to put in the sink he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you with a hint of mischief in his brown eyes. Before you can say anything smart to him Mary comes around from the back and chirps, “You’re all set sweetheart!”

“Perfect timing dear, I’m just ‘bout to go bring her to test her draw speed and I wanna do it before it gets too dark here.”

As you hand Mary the keys to lock up after her shift, you quickly turn your head in disbelief of what he just said.

“What did you just say? You wanna test MY speed?”

“That’s what I said hon.”

You’re at a loss for words, does he not understand what he just did? When anyone tries to challenge you, in anything, you become extremely competitive - almost annoyingly competitive.

“Good luck with that Joel,” Mary laughs as she swiftly walks past you behind the bar.

As you walk towards Joel you watch how his eyes travel up and down your body, he reaches his hand out to take your hand. But you're quick to pull away and walk past him, as you push open the doors you turn your head and tell him, “Let’s go see who’s faster then, cowboy.”

—

You and Joel own a good size farm house just outside the small town of Tombstone, far enough that you have to take your horses. So tonight you make sure to stay a couple feet ahead of Joel, he’s so irritating, you think as your ears fill with the click clack of your horses hoofs.

Joel knows that this topic gets you worked up because you have had so many instances where men don’t believe your skills, but Joel was never one of those men. However, it now seems like he is, and it hurts.

Honey, can you wait up a second, you hear from behind you but you ignore him, you just want to get home and go to bed. Your feet hurt from standing behind the bar all day, you’re starting to get a migraine, the whiskey shot you took is turning your stomach. I just want to sleep.

After another minute of ignoring Joel, you reach the dark red home you two share. Go girl, you say to your horse as she takes off towards the back so you can tie her off for the night.

“What's wrong with you?”

You’re about to snap, you stomp up the porch stairs as you reach the back screen door and swing it open, along with the wood door and storm off towards the shared bedroom. Fuck you Joel.

He’s not far behind you. He’s asking a million questions to try to get you to answer but you just don’t, because if you do - it will not end well.

Now in the brown themed bedroom, you hear Joel shut the bedroom door and repeat, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You decide to finally turn around. But as you turn, you reach down to your hip holsters and quickly pull your two stainless steel revolvers out and point them in the direction of Joel.

“Woah, woah darlin’,” he sputters out with both hands up.

“Who wants to test who’s draw speed?” You grit between your teeth. Your vision is pure red, you haven’t cocked the hammers, but your thumbs are close to doing so. Rage is flowing through your veins.

“I- I was just- ”

“Just what Joel? Trying to get yourself killed?”

“No, no! Just look,” he says as he points his right hand down to his hip holster.

Still pointing your revolvers at him, you move your eyes down to where he’s pointing and your eyes widen. Wait, what, a vibrator? You then drop the guns and bring your eyes back to his whiskey orbs, his face now is smug.

“I was just tryin’ to be clever, that’s all darlin’,” he slowly steps towards you and when he reaches you, he gently grabs hold of your weapons and sets them down onto your nightstand.

“Well that was a stupid way of being clever, and you know that.” You tell him, your anger gets pushed away, now only a foot away from each other.

Joel chuckles, “Yeah well, I like seeing you worked up. Haven’t seen you like that in awhile.”

“You like almost being killed, cause that was the next step.” You chuckle as you look up into his cocky face, god he knows exactly how to get under my skin.

He knows that, he just won’t admit it, but he also knows that you wouldn’t hurt him. You couldn’t even if you wanted to, Joel was your best friend and lover, you would never put him in real danger. When it comes to Joel, you’re all bark and no bite.

A minute of silence passes, you’ve totally forgotten about the black vibrator that’s in his gun holster. Until he swiftly pulls it out and holds it to your chest, “Caught you slackin hon.”

You softly laugh at the realization of what he wants to do. You kick off your black cowboy boots next to the bed, and you hang your hat on the hook on the wall - Joel throwing the black wand onto the bed as he mimics your movements.

You undo your belt buckle along with your holsters, and slip your bootcut jeans off next to your boots on the hardwood floor. Crawling towards the top of the bed and you partially sit and lay down so your head rests just below the headboard behind you, slowly unbuttoning your baby blue shirt as you watch Joel tear his clothing off so he’s only in his black boxers.

“My pretty girl,” he murmurs as you let your shirt fall off of your shoulders and lay on the pillows beneath your warm body.

You’re now only in your red bra and panties set. This swirling feeling in your stomach causes you to feel excited, you two have a normal sex life but toys have never been implemented before. This was a new kind of feeling.

“Come show me what you got, cowboy.” You purr as you spread your legs to reveal the damp spot between your thighs.

Joel is quick to pounce on top of you, the toy is forgotten on the bed for the time being, he just wants to taste you for himself first. His lips are instinctively on yours, kissing you harshly like you two haven’t seen each other in decades. Your hands go to the back of his head as your fingers intertwine with his dark brown curls that have a hint of silver throughout, and your legs bent so Joel can grind his warm body on yours.

The groans that leave both his and your mouths are filthy, his hands are gliding up and down your rib cage then on your tits, then they’re gripping your hips. His bulge grows as he continues to grind onto your aching cunt beneath him. It’s like a crazy obsession you have with Joel, all you ever want and need is him. His hands, his cock, and his tongue, only Joel.

You’re so lost in the taste of him that you don’t even feel his right hand let go of your sweaty skin until you get this sudden vibration directly on your clothed clit.

“Joel!” You yelp as your hips jump from the strong new sensation, but he doesn’t let up. All he does is sit back on his heels and leave the toy on you, and he watches how you instantly start to squirm and whine.

“Calm down darlin’,” he chuckles as he watches your face contort from the pleasure of the new black wand.

“Fuck-“ your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape as your eyes roll back, a tight feeling starts to grow in your lower abdomen, already? Not even a couple seconds later, your thighs start to jiggle and your back arches, a string of right there, yes baby, yes, escape in breaths.

“So pretty, I knew you’d love it. There you go baby,” Joel growls as he watches you unravel beneath him.

That’s the last thing you hear until your ears start to ring and you feel this warm release in between your legs. Your eyes tightly shut and loud moans leave your lips, Joel finally eases up and takes the vibration away from you.

Your chest rises and falls erratically as you try to collect your breath. Your eyes still tightly shut, the smell of sex and sweat fill your nose as you breathe in and out, in and out.

However, your time to recover is quickly halted when Joel slides your panties to the side, and thrusts his thick cock into you.

“Baby-“ you scream as your eyes burst open. Joel’s fingers dig into your hips, enough for some bruises to appear tomorrow morning. His thrusts are strong, the feeling of his cock going in and out of your dripping cunt has you seeing stars and has turned your brain into mush.

“Look at you, sweet thing,” Joel grunts as his rhythm increases, “Takin’ my cock like the good girl you are. I jus’ had to fuck the attitude outta you, is that it?”

Yes baby, yes, you slur as you reach your right hand to rub your clit to relieve that pressure in your lower belly that is growing closer to snapping. But before you reach your mound, Joel is quick to swat your hand away, nu-uh I got a better idea. Before you can cry out to him, you watch through your hooded eyes as he grabs the black wand on the bed and turns it on. You glance up at his face and you see the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk, he then pulls the band of your red panties up and directly puts the toy on your swollen clit.

Your hips once again jump, your body is not used to this stimulation, it’s all new to you. The mixture of Joel’s thick cock slamming into you, his large free hand still gripping your skin, his moans and whispers that leave his mouth, and the vibrator on your clit has you in complete shambles.

“Let it go darlin’. Cum on my cock, claim it baby, like how I’m gonna claim you. Ma-make you mine,” Joel groans as his eyes watch how your tits bounce to the rhythm he’s set. “Gonna put a baby in you, let ev-everyone know you belong to me.”

“Yes, Joel, mark me as y-yours,” you coo as you reach both of your hands up to Joel’s face to let him know you wanna touch him, you need to touch him. The coil that’s been brewing in your belly is so close to snapping, you just need a little more of him. Still with the wand on your clit and his cock still fucking into you, but now with a little slower speed, he leans down and lets your fingers caress his straggly beard and forces his lips onto yours.

The kiss is hot and sloppy, the mix of his and your saliva seeps into each other. Your hands are now on the back of his head like before, your fingers grab a bit of his curls and pull him back. As you do that, he pulls the vibrating wand off of you and halts his thrusts, his cock still deep inside of your tight walls.

You take a second to breathe and look into his eyes, all you see is pure bliss glistening in his whiskey colored eyes. The very ones that you love oh so much, and you do realize one thing - you want him to mark you, make you his completely.

“Put a baby in me,” you purr, lips only inches away from his, both of you smirking. Yes ma’am.

Without any hesitation, Joel puts the vibrator back on you and his hard thrusts begin once again. You both stare into each other's lust filled eyes as the two of you moan into one another’s mouths. That coil that’s been in your belly finally snaps as you feel Joel’s hips speed up and his moans become more broken.

Your back arches, your arms pull Joel into your body and your face burrows into his sweaty shoulder, your broken moans muffled by his warm skin. Joel orgasm isn't far behind yours. Suddenly his thrust stalls and he lets the black wand fall from his hands and it lands on the bed beneath your bodies. His beard scratches your neck as he moans into your skin, and his fingers dig deeper into your hip as his warm seed shoots inside of you. A shiver runs down your spine when his hips move a tiny bit, making sure his cum stays in you, like you begged him to.

Your two sweaty bodies stay like that for a minute before your high comes down and now you’re just sweaty and want his heavy body off of yours.

“Cowboy,” you squeak as you put your palms on his shoulders and try to push him, but he won’t budge. Hmmm, rumbles your skin where his mouth lays on your neck, you chuckle causing his body to jump with your laugh. “Can’t breathe.”

The vibration from him laughing tickles, causing you to push him harder but he still doesn’t move. Joel, you drag out with a whine, okay okay, he finally gives in. As he pushes himself off of your sore body, his cock slips out of your pussy and he watches as the mix of your arousal and his cum slowly seeps out of your pulsating cunt.

Your body jumps when you feel Joel’s thick middle and ring finger swipe the liquids and pushes them back into your overstimulated pussy. Followed by him pulling your soaked panties back over and giving a soft pat, your hips jump once again.

“Gotta make sure you get it all.”

You sit up on your elbows and you just stare at his sweaty body; his chest heaving trying to catch his breath, his cock covered in your creamy arousal, his curly hair a complete mess, but you wouldn’t change him for the world. The image of him in complete disarray in front of you, is an image that will forever be ingrained into your mind and soul.

Your lover. Your husband. The father of your soon-to-be child. Your Joel.

[myosotisa]

Talk It Good - e.m. - part 1

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader

‖  summary: Eddie Munson, rockstar and worldwide fuckboy, winds up in your quiet bar the night after a show. You get to talking with him and end up learning more than you bargained for.

‖  notes: implied fem!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption. no y/n, no pronouns. 2nd part will contain discussions of sexual content and discussions of dubcon.

‖  word count: 3.1k

‖  part 2 ‖  cross posted on ao3 ‖

There was something about being on the closing shift that was immensely gratifying. Especially on weeknights.

While it meant you were thrown into the deep end the moment you stepped into the door, you preferred that to having it slow and easy until you were just getting ready to leave and then getting rushed. It also worked out well for your boss after he promoted you to a shift lead – he worked the afternoon shift and then went home to his wife and kids. Leaving you to close the place out 6 days a week. The bartenders he’d hired to help you on busier days and around events respected you and overall, it felt like a pretty good gig. Enough to pay the rent you split with your roommate in the city and put food on the table.

Tonight, you were working alone. It was a Wednesday night and the place was real slow which was nice, because yesterday had been a shitshow. There had been a sold out metal show a couple blocks over and the place was packed before, during, and after the show. A busier night than you had ever experienced since you started working there a year and a half ago. Your boss had ended up staying to work a double and one of the part time bartenders had come in, and the 3 of you together were still swamped. After a night like that, having almost no one around was a blessing.

There were a couple of people milling around, mostly pairs of business partners getting a drink after work or a date or a couple of friends getting together. There was 1 lonely guy sitting at your bar but he had made it very clear he wasn’t interested in talking. Fine with you. You were in charge of the playlist coming through the bass-heavy speakers and that was better than listening to some drunk dude talk about his problems.

You were crouched down by the laptop, queuing up your next few songs of choice, when you heard the telltale sound of one of your barstools being dragged out. Bracing your hands on your knees, you pushed yourself upright with a huff to greet them when your voice caught in your throat.

Wide, brown eyes peered back at you from across the counter as soon as you appeared. He looked familiar, alarmingly so, but that wasn’t the main thing that caught your attention. He looked nervous as he made eye contact, to a level it could almost be considered fear in his eyes.

“Howdy,” you offered with a kind smile, which seemed to immediately put him more at ease. “What can I getcha?”

“An Old Fashioned, please.” His voice was a bit rough around the edges and matched the rest of his aesthetic a bit more than his eyes. He was wearing all black, a plain t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. His hair looked long and wiry but was pulled back behind his head, leaving only his wispy bangs across his forehead and a single curl hanging in front of his ear. Both ears were pierced but currently without jewelry. In fact, the only thing he had on that was discernible beyond the black ink tattoos trailing down his lithe arms was a silver chain around his neck.

Still racking your brain for why he looked so familiar, you busied yourself with pulling out a glass instead. “Choice of whiskey?”

He leaned a bit closer, his painted forearms resting on the counter with his hands clasped. “Whatever you got top shelf is fine.”

“You got it, handsome.” You threw him a wink as you turned for the bottle and were delighted to come back to him with a bashful smile gracing his pouty lips. While you had thrown out that line way more than a few times to people, especially men who ordered liquor from the top shelf without asking what it cost, you generally didn’t tend to mean it. But this guy – even though he looked like he was trying to hide in a crowd, was still downright pretty.

You could feel his eyes on your hands as you muddled a sugar cube with the bitters and a bit of water at the bottom of the glass, leaving the pestle off to the side to wash, added a small pile of ice cubes, and then poured a generous amount of Sazerac 18 Year Old Rye on top. Finishing it off with a slice of an orange and a cocktail cherry, you were about to slide it across to him when he asked, “Actually, could I get 2 cherries? Please?”

A soft warmth bloomed in your chest at his earnest tone, the softly added please. You were a sucker for a guy with manners. “Well, just because you asked so nicely,” you replied with a teasing smile, knowing you would have given him them anyway even if he hadn’t said please. You plopped another cherry on top with your little tongs and slid it across to him with a practiced ease. “Top Shelf Old Fashioned, extra cherry for the man in black. Wanna start a tab?”

“Sure, thanks. ID or card? It seems different everywhere.”

“Either’s fine,” you assured him, side stepping a few paces to place your used tools into the sink you used to wash dishes when you were working on your own. “Travel a lot, I take it?” You watched carefully to see how he reacted to the question, wanting to get a feel of if he was here to talk or just here to drink. But you also couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that was curious about him and the careful way he held himself.

“You could say that,” he replied with a smile that implied he didn’t exactly like it that way, a credit card held towards you from between his knuckles. You pinched it between your own fingers and pulled it away from him, couldn’t pretend you didn’t notice it was one of those fancy, heavy metal ones. It didn’t fit with the patterns you had picked up over the months. Normally cards like these belonged to people like those business men drinking their scotch, neats over at one of the booths, or the trust fund kids that waved it around to buy shots for the bar on daddy’s money after one too many. This guy was late 20s, early 30s, too scruffy to be in business, too polite and earnest to be a trust fund kid. Maybe some crypto-millionaire kid who got lucky young? But even then, those kinds didn’t travel a lot, at least, not to cities like this.

“So how long are you in town?” You continued on, not yet getting a feeling for him and what he wanted.

“Week or so,” he tapped the tips of heavily calloused fingers against his condensated glass. “What about you? Live here long?”

“Three years, give or take. Enough to get a lay of the land but still find out new things every once in a while.” He nodded, eyes falling to his drink as he gave it a stir using the corner of the orange peel before taking a sip. Not sure why, but a small part of you seeked his approval, so you asked, “To your taste?”

“Perfect, actually. Thank you…?” He paused and motioned with his hand like he wanted your name to complete his sentence. Blinking a few times in surprise, you told him what it was, which brought a soft smile to quirk up the corners of his mouth. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’d say the same but I think I would need to know your name first,” you tried to tease him again, wanting to see if he’d get all flustered like before, but then that fear trickled back into his expression. Too fast to be casual, your eyebrows drew together in concern and you rushed to say, “You don’t have to tell me anythin’ you don’t want to. Just thought it would be the polite thing to ask.”

Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed, he tried to chuckle off the sudden awkwardness that had appeared. “That’s alright, really. Name’s Eddie.”

The name rang a bell, the same inkling that had been on your mind when you’d first seen his face. You let it bounce around in your head for a bit, trying to see if you could come to any conclusions, but stopped short when you saw the way he was looking at you. Nervous, like before, but also a bit shy. Like he was expecting a bad reaction from you after learning his name. You couldn’t possibly think of why until it hit you.

Eddie Munson. The rockstar. Him and his band, Corroded Coffin, had been the ones playing last night, that all the people were talking about. You recognized his face from magazines – he’d been on the covers of half the rags on the stand at one time or another. America’s bad boy with an asshole reputation. A ladies man who partied hard and was photographed with a different girl leaving his hotel every other day. He was missing the leather, the chains, the earrings, his trademark rings, but it was him alright.

Which really made you confused. This guy wasn’t anything like that. The Eddie in the tabloids was an attention seeker with a penchant for violent outbursts: loud, crude, mean. Wrecking hotel rooms, breaking people’s hearts, and doing it all with a grin that made girls throw their panties on stage. He was still just as attractive as the internet made him out to be, maybe even more so, but this guy was nice, normal. At least had been so far.

Ignoring your realization completely to deal with later, you found yourself asking, “So where do you call home when you aren’t traveling?”

And so the two of you talked for the better part of 3 hours. You’d taken breaks to serve other patrons and refill his Old Fashioned, but always made your way back to his side of the bar. He was funny, even a little bit goofy as he got more comfortable joking around with you. He asked thoughtful questions about you that weren’t too deep or prying and you tried to do the same, ignoring when he would skirt around some answers more than others. He seemed to think you still didn’t know who he was and was working hard to hide it. While you didn’t know why, you were fine to let him keep thinking that as long as he kept laughing with you.

“So,” you were pouring out a batch of mixer that would be expired by tomorrow, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “what would you say is your patron sin?”

Intrigued by the topic change but also confused, he asked, “Patron sin?”

“Yeah, like if you had to pick one of the 7 Deadly Sins and say which one you struggle with the most, what do you choose?” The corner of his mouth turned up immediately and his pink lips parted but you interrupted, “And if you say Lust, you’re no fun.” His face immediately dropped, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. “Everybody always wants to say Lust, it’s against the spirit of the question.”

A fingertip circled the lip of his watered down Old Fashioned as he studied you. “You ask people this question a lot?”

Your shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “Mostly with friends at parties. I think it tells you a lot about a person. Or maybe there’s just some part of me that likes making people take a look at the worst parts of themselves for fun.”

“Jesus H. Christ, you really are trouble, aren’t you?” His shoulders shook with a laugh as he averted eye contact to look over the bar again. “Hmm. Well, if you’d asked me this question in school, I would’ve said Sloth for sure. Nowadays…” He trailed off, his eyebrows drawing together like he was really trying to think about it. Which you appreciated. There was some part of you that always liked it when people took it seriously. “I think it’d be Pride.”

Letting out a hum of thought, you could imagine it was pretty easy for a rockstar to succumb to the sin of Pride. “Y’know, some circles say Pride is the worst sin of all,” he looked up at you then, his expression strangely aloof. “They say it’s the root of all other sins.”

“Oh, yeah?” His tone was dry, humorless. “Guess that means I win, right?”

You let out a stiff laugh too, reaching for a rag to wipe down the counter out of habit. “Somethin’ like that.”

“What about you?” You met his eye contact again, feeling a bit confused. “It’s only fair, after all. What’s your patron sin?”

“Oh.” You paused, not used to being asked the same question in return. You knew what it was, it just wasn’t often that someone actually asked for the answer. “Uh, Envy.”

Eyebrows raised in intrigue again, he leaned forward with his long fingers steepled in front of him. “You the jealous type?”

Flushing against your will, mad at yourself for being so easily affected by his charm, you leveled a glare at him. “Yeah, so what? Not like I get a choice in the matter.”

“Just wouldn’t have thought you were the type, is all,” he leaned back again, looking incredibly pleased with himself for some reason. You were just about to open your mouth and rip into him for his prideful nature when you caught sight of a nervous blonde approaching him from behind. He noticed your eyes directed over his shoulder and he seemed to tense up immediately.

“Excuse me, Eddie?”

It was like watching a switch get flipped. His spine straightened, his shoulders setting – like he was trying to make himself look bigger, take up more space. “Yeeess?” His tone changed too as he spun on his stool towards her, his mouth tilting in a sly grin. As soon as he was facing her, her cheeks flushed tomato red and she shifted her weight between her high heels.

“Sorry to bother you, I’m a really big fan,” her voice wavered, her smile wide. “Do you think I could take a picture with you?”

“For a sweet thing like you? Absolutely.”

The purr in his tone made you borderline uncomfortable, but it seemed to be enough to send her into nervous giggles. You pushed yourself further down the bar, not wanting to get caught in the background as she raised her phone with a shaky hand to take a selfie with him. She gushed about his concert last night and how she was already saving up to buy tickets for the next one while you busied yourself washing dishes. He didn’t say much of anything, mostly just thanked her for her rush of compliments and hummed and ahh’d until she excused herself back to her table, barely able to contain her excitement.

You watched carefully as he waited until she was sitting again, her back to him, until he exhaled. It took half of his presence with him as he shrunk forward and tipped back the rest of his watered down whiskey and bitters. He set the glass back on the counter and swiped both hands on the condensation, rubbing his damp palms across his face roughly. Inching back over, you put your rag back under the counter and asked, “Another?”

His hands dropped instantly, wide, brown eyes on you again. “Oh, uh, no. I’m good. Thank you.” You offered an awkward smile as you took the glass and slid it over towards the other dirties. “Listen, about that… I just-”

“I know who you are,” you interrupted, assuming he was about to try to explain the interaction.

He blinked a few times like he was shocked. “You… you do?”

Annoyance prickled at the base of your neck. “Yeah, do you think I live under a rock or something?”

“No, no,” he rushed to try to assuage the sudden tension in you. “It’s just that, you didn’t…”

The annoyance bloomed, your jaw setting in tension. “I didn’t, what? React? Fall all over you as soon as I saw you?” His mouth opened and closed a few times, looking at a total loss for words. “Well, sorry to disappoint, Mr. Rockstar.”

“That’s not what I meant,” his voice was quick, unsure, but that did little to settle your growing ire.

“What did you mean then? Did I ruin your little game?” Hot air bubbled up as you tossed a half cut lime in the trash can behind you. “I bet you were all excited to rope me in with your charm and your money. Make me your next one night fling to get photographed leaving your hotel in the morning.” You scoffed, refusing to make eye contact with him as you continued. “Y’know, I bet you like service workers, pick 'em out on purpose. Tell them pretty lies about what you can buy them while they’re living on tips to get by. They’re used to serving men like you, right? Probably would do anything you wanted if you just asked ‘em the right way, huh?”

When you finally looked up at him, his face was stone. Unreadable. His teeth clenched tight. Like he was waiting for you to finish. So you did.

“Well, if that was your plan, you’d be better off going with blondie with the selfie. Because it’s sure as hell's not gonna be me.”

A moment of quiet tension rang out, almost like there was no other sound in the bar. “Right,” he replied softly, eyes downcast as he pulled at his wallet. “Well, uh, sorry for taking up so much of your time.”

If he’d lost half of his presence when his fan walked away, the Eddie after your little speech was a shell of a man. All of the color, all of the life drained out of him like water. It poked a hole in your attitude, causing a bit of you to deflate, your heart to twitch a bit in your chest. He’s been nothing but nice to me, why did I do that? He did absolutely nothing to deserve that.

Your own shoulders fell, biting your lip as you stepped toward him again. “Eddie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“No, no, you’re right.” Pulled a $100 bill out of his wallet, set it on the counter between you. “Keep the change. Have a good night.”

And then he was gone, never looking back once.

Gingerly taking the crisp blue bill between your fingertips, more than double what the drinks had cost him, and glancing over at the credit card he’d left in his hurry to leave, you squeezed your eyes closed and heaved a sigh.

Great job, idiot.

this was originally going to be a one-shot, but now it's 1 part angst, 1 part hurt/comfort. blame @jo-harrington. let me know what you think and your predictions for part 2!

[ur-mom-did-69]

Hey y’all! This is my first time writing so please bear with me. Let me know what y’all think though!

Bull rider x Nika Mühl

(Yes ik a bull rider is weird I was just think about it today💀)

Nothing kills you slower than letting someone go

In the heart of a small Texas town, the lights of the local bar flickered like fireflies, inviting weary travelers and spirited locals. It was a raucous celebration, the air thick with laughter, camaraderie, and the scent of barbeque. The night was alive with the sound of clinking glasses and country music wailing from the jukebox. Among the crowd, Alex, a vibrant bull rider, stood out—not just for her victorious grin, but for her unmistakable Texan charm.

With a cowboy hat perched atop her sun-kissed curls and a worn pearl-snap button-up shirt clinging to her muscular frame, Alex was a walking Southern stereotype. Her jeans were perfectly fitted, revealing her strong legs honed from years in the saddle, and her boots were scuffed from countless rodeos. As she settled onto a barstool, she couldn't help but beam at the crowd, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of a successful ride.

Today, however, was special; it wasn’t just her victory that fueled her energy; it was the celebration itself. Spying a group of tall women nestled in the corner, Alex recognized them immediately—the UConn women's basketball team, in town for a break. Without hesitating, she flagged down the bartender and ordered them a round of drinks. Her deep Southern drawl broke through the chatter as she introduced herself, her smile infectious.

With a confident stride, Alex approached the lively table. “Howdy, y’all! Is this a winning celebration I’m intruding on?” she grinned, her Southern drawl wrapping around every word like a comforting embrace.

“Not at all! I’m Nika,” one of the players replied, her dark eyes sparkling as she extended a hand. “Thanks for the drinks, by the way.”

“Alex!” she said, shaking Nika’s hand firmly. “Glad to meet some champions! I’ve been tellin’ everyone in this town that the only sport that matters is bull riding, but maybe y’all could convince me otherwise,” she chuckled, her accent lending an extra layer of warmth to her charm.

Nika felt a quickening in her heart as she studied Alex: strong but gentle, a prominent presence yet grounded. “I’ve always wanted to ride a bull. What’s it like?”

“Like dancing with a tornado. You either get twirled around or sent flyin’. Makes you feel alive!” Alex said with a twinkle in her eye. They continued to talk, the energy around them buzzing as the night wore on, laughter mingling with stories of triumph and trials.

The two women lost themselves in conversation, sharing stories of their lives—Alex’s wild west adventures and Nika’s basketball powerhouse experiences. Each laugh and exchange sent little sparks between them. With every word, they discovered more that connected them despite their different worlds. That evening, under the dim lights, Alex worked up the courage to ask for Nika's number, and when Nika easily obliged, a thrill shot through her.

“Let’s make this a date then,” Alex suggested, her Southern charm radiating. Nika nodded, excitement bubbling up within her.

Their first outing was unexpected. Alex took Nika to a nearby rodeo, and as they settled into the bleachers, Alex turned to her, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. “So, how’d you feel about seeing me get thrown off a bull tonight?”

“You’re competing?” Nika asked, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of nervousness.

“Sure am! Just a little amateur rodeo,” Alex shrugged, trying to play it cool, but Nika could see the pride in her eyes. As the night wore on, Nika cheered louder than any of the rowdy spectators, her heart pounding in rhythm with the pulse of the event.

When she watched Alex flawlessly ride a bull, she couldn’t help but admire the tenacity and skill of this spirited Texan. Afterward, the connection deepened, and for the next two weeks, they spent every moment they could together, especially at night, tangled between the sheets, whispering sweet nothings and sharing dreams.

But a looming reality soon hit. The time came for Nika to return to Connecticut, and the distance stretched before them like an insurmountable wall. Their message exchanges grew sparse as they struggled to maintain their connection. The longing turned to frustration, culminating in an argument that lingered over their heads like a thundercloud before it finally burst. Days passed without a word, leaving Alex feeling empty and alone, and Nika wrestling with a sense of loss.

Then came the day when fate intervened, and Alex found herself on the wrong side of a bull's fury. The ride ended in calamity, and the pain was sharp and immediate. When Nika received the call about Alex’s accident, panic and worry surged through her. Without a second thought, she hopped on the next flight to Texas, her heart racing with fear and determination.

Arriving at the hospital, Nika rushed to Alex’s side, the sight of her bruised and bandaged partner shattering her heart. Tears spilled over as they locked eyes; finally, the dam broke, and both began to cry. They had fought so hard to stay connected, but it took this moment of vulnerability for them to truly understand the depth of their love.

“You scared the shit out of me, Alex I thought I almost lost you,” Nika whispered, holding Alex's hand tightly as the tears streamed down.

Upon her arrival, she found Alex bandaged and bruised but still strong. “Hey, don’t look so worried. I’m tougher than I look,” Alex joked, but Nika saw through the mask of bravado. Alex’s face turned from a small smile, into a pained expression. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. I don’t want to lose you either though,” Alex replied, her voice shaky. They poured their hearts out, sharing their fears and desires, vowing to fight for what they had built together.

As Alex healed, she began to reevaluate her future. The idea of riding bulls, once a thrill, felt more like shackles. She realized that the life she longed for was not rooted in the arena but in moments shared with Nika. The decision came swiftly. With each passing day, recovery transformed into purpose, and soon after, Alex packed her bags and moved to Connecticut, embracing a new chapter with Nika.

But life in Connecticut felt overwhelming. Alex struggled against the quietness of country life compared to the excitement she had left behind. As days turned into weeks, an unshakeable tension hung in the air. Nika’s once-warm smile grew cold and distant, and Alex’s pleas felt like whispers lost in the wind.

Alex recognized that things weren’t changing with Nika and finally had a sit-down conversation with her. “I feel like we’re in the same exact place that we were in a couple of months ago. I mean I’ve tried talking to you about it, which is rare these days because I feel like I don’t even see you anymore when we live in the same damn place for Christ’s sake!” Alex said, trying her hardest not to raise her voice.

Nika scoffed, “I never asked you to drop everything and come up here, Alex! You say that we don’t see each other, but one of us is actually doing something important with their lives. I mean, how far did you seriously think bullriding was going to get you? I’m working my ass off during practice and studying for my classes. What have you been doing the entire time you’ve been here?”

Alex’s face fell as she heard Nika talk about her career. “Wow. So that’s how you feel about everything? You didn’t have to ask me to drop everything for you because I would’ve done it regardless, Nika. Say what you want, but I was doing just fine with my career because I had enough to buy me a farm up here in Connecticut that I was going to surprise you with on our anniversary. That’s what I’ve been busy with the entire time that I’ve been here, but even then I still made time to try to spend with you, but you just kept brushing me off,” Alex said with a lump in her throat.

Nika’s expression suddenly changed from frustrated to regretful. “Alex, I’m so sorry. Please, I didn’t mean it.”, she said teary-eyed.

A moment of silence passed between them. “I don’t think we thought things out enough for us,” Alex spoke softly.

Alex stood up, putting on her boots and hat. “I think I should go. It’s clear that we want different things. I want you, and you want your career and studies, which I understand. Maybe I’ll see you around, Nika. I love you.”

Nika shot up from her seat. “No, Alex, please don’t go. Please, I’m sorry. I love you, I don’t want you to go.”, she said sobbing.

It was too late though, Alex had already gotten into her truck and drove off as Nika watched her from the window. Maybe they were too different to be compatible, or maybe this only made them realize just how deeply they impacted each other’s lives.

So… what do we think…? Part 2? Thank yall for reading hope you enjoyed it!