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tilebytiles · 7 months ago

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settle for a draw - a.t.

summary: you didn't expect to meet a cowboy. you didn't expect to fall in love with him, either. word count: 5.5k warnings: age gap (reader is 20, alex is 25) a/n: im not the only one who sees tbhc alex as a cowboy ..... right </3

you shouldn't have been so surprised to see the figure approaching your parents' farm, riding his trusty steed and kicking up dust as he approached. you lived on a farm, for crying out loud. you knew the rural life was one a lot of people chose; the countryside was beautiful, for one, but it also offered the perfect chance to get away from it all. none of that stopped you from practically gaping as who you could only assume to be a cowboy approached the front gates.

okay, maybe you were stereotyping by calling him a cowboy, but he certainly looked the part. one hand was firmly clamped down on his hat, preventing it from being swept away by the wind, and the other clutched the reins, guiding his horse forward with practiced ease. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing tanned and muscled forearms, and the undone buttons of his shirt offered you a sliver of his chest, the gold chain around his neck jostling with each movement.

you were content to stare (ogle), but your father came up beside you on the front porch and clicked his tongue. "should go see what he wants," he said.

you looked over at him. "me?" he nodded. "but you said —"

"y/n, if he tries anything with you while i’m standin' right here, i’m gonna rip him a new one and make sure he sees god."

you father had a funny way of showing how much he loved you.

you descended the steps and hitched your skirts up, rushing over to the front gate right as the dashing stranger slowed his horse to a stop, gently petting its mane. he looked down at you and tipped his hat politely. "how do you do?" his voice was smooth like velvet and deep, reaching the sort of vocal depths that made your stomach tingle.

"i’m fine, thank you," you said softly, lifting a hand to shield your eyes from the sun. "can i ask what you're doing here?"

"ah ..." he released the reins to dip his hand into the bag attached to the saddle, pulling out a rolled-up sheet of paper and handing it to you over the gate. you unfurled it and observed the printed colors, taking note of the hastily scribbled markings, presumably by his hand. it was a map. as you looked over it, he said, "been travelin' for a few days and decided it was best to take a rest. i’m low on supplies, and i wanted t' see if you could help me out any."

you looked back up at him. your family had never housed anyone outside of your relatives before, but you didn't see why you couldn't accommodate this gentleman. granted, you'd only spoken to him for ... a minute, max, but he seemed nice enough. plus, there was a spare bedroom in your house, and your mother was always guilty of making too much food ... you undid the latches and pulled the gate open, producing a thunderous creak. you really needed to oil the hinges soon. the stranger smiled at you, taking the map when you offered it back to him, and stuffed it back into his satchel before swinging one of his legs over and sliding off his horse. he was taller than you, but not by too much. you led him to the front porch, where your father still stood, and asked, "papa, can he stay for a few days?"

your father eyed the supposed cowboy for a few long, long moments before finally sighing and nodding. "you better stay away from my daughter," he said, pointing his finger rather threateningly at the man.

the man was at least smart enough to nod quickly. "of course, sir. i wouldn't ever think o' trying anythin' with her."

your father slowly nodded in approval before turning to head back into the house, presumably to update your mother on the situation. you watched the door shut, then gestured for the man to follow as you led him around to the back of the house, where the stables were situated. if he was content to remain in silence as you opened one of the stall doors so he could lead his horse inside, you had other plans. "what’s your name?"

he glanced at you for a second as he led his horse into the stall, releasing its reins once it was inside. "alex."

"alex ... ?"

"turner."

"that's a funny last name."

he cocked an eyebrow, following you as you picked up a nearby bucket to fill the trough in the stall with water from the pump behind your house. "well, what's yours?"

"l/n." you dropped the bucket into the grass and began working the pump, your brows scrunching together with exertion.

he crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement. "i could argue that's no better than mine."

"i never said it was."

"you got a first name, miss l/n?"

"y/n." once the bucket was adequately filled, you lifted it up (trying to ignore the way your arms already wanted to give out) and hauled it back to the stall alex’s horse was in. "how come you're going to the mountains?"

he watched as you poured the water into the trough — it only filled it up about halfway. silently, he gestured for the bucket, and you hesitated before handing it to him. he headed for the water pump, but you remained by the stall, leaning against the wooden beam that reached up to the stable ceiling. "i got some friends up there," he said, speaking louder so you could hear him. "plan to stay a week or two with 'em, then head back home."

"it’ll take you a couple more days to get there."

"i know. that’s why i’m restin' for a few days."

you immediately noticed how much faster he was than you at filling the bucket up. you wanted to be surprised, but you knew you couldn't — he was a skilled rider, and if he was a cowboy, he likely had multiple horses. he knew what he was doing, and his muscular arms hinted at years of practiced motions such as these. he lifted the full bucket with ease, too, as if it was little more than a bundle of feathers. you wondered if he was showing off, only holding it with one hand while you'd needed two. "what’s your horse's name?"

he stepped past you to pour the water into the trough. "lizzie."

you eyed the horse for a few moments. yeah, she looked like a lizzie. "she’s pretty."

he smiled at that — a small smile, but one nonetheless. "d'ya wanna pet her?"

you blinked. "can i?"

he set the bucket down outside the stall and pushed the stall door shut, nodding at you as he did so. "she won' bite, if that's what you're worried about."

you stepped up to the stall door and slowly reached your hand out, letting your fingers brush against the top of her nose. in response to your fleeting caress, lizzie leaned her head forward, her eyes fluttering shut — a silent encouragement. you gave her a more confident pat on her head, then ran your hand along her mane, marveling at how smooth the hairs were. she truly was a stunning horse.

beside you, alex was still smiling; you could see it in your periphery. you turned your head to look at him while still offering lizzie affection. "what?"

he shrugged. "i dunno, 's just always nice t' see people interactin' with her. she’s a real attention seeker, y'know. don’t be too nice t' her, or she'll never leave you alone."

that made you laugh. "is that how you ended up with her?"

he nodded, reaching his own hand out to scratch under Lizzie's chin. "found her near my farm a few years back. poor girl was shiverin' to death — looked like she hadn't eaten in a while, either. i gave her some food an' before i knew it, she wouldn't stop nuzzlin' me, demandin' attention. i didn't see the harm in bringin' in one more horse."

"how many do you have?"

"countin' her, five."

five? your family only had two. maybe your cowboy theory wasn't so far off. speaking of ... "are you a cowboy?"

amusement immediately engraved itself into his features. he opened his mouth to answer, but right as he did, your mother's voice sounded from the back door of your home. "y/n!" she called. "time for dinner! bring your friend, too!"

beside you, alex snorted. "i’m your friend, am i?"

you just rolled your eyes and motioned for him to follow as you left the stables.

as soon as you stepped past the threshold of the back door, the smell of herbs filled your nostrils, urging you into the kitchen to find the source. your mother had just finished plating and was setting a pot down on the stove when you appeared in the doorway, alex in tow. she looked over at the both of you and smiled. “c’mon, sit down,” she urged, gesturing towards the dining table. you were both quick to acquiesce — you were hungry, and alex was starving.

your father appeared and sat across from alex, your mother sitting across from you. you picked up your cutlery and began to cut into the chicken breast on your plate; the sounds of forks and knives clinking against plates, along with glasses being set down on the table, filled the room. your mother’s cooking was divine, as always, and you were content to sit in silence and devour everything on your plate. your father, however, had other plans, and after wiping the crumbs from his mouth, said, “i saw john’s boy in town today.”

your ears perked up. “julian?”

he nodded. “spoke to him some, too. john’s lookin’ to sell one of his horses. i was thinkin’ to pay him a visit tomorrow.”

your mother, not wanting alex to feel left out, asked him, “how many horses do you have?”

“five, ma’am,” alex said.

“what’s your name, anyway, boy?” your father asked. you wanted to kick him under the table for the way he said it.

“alex turner, sir. my farm’s ‘bout a three-day trip from here.”

“three days? what the hell are you doin’ out here?”

“goin’ to the mountains, sir, to stay with some friends o’ mine.”

your father simply nodded and stuffed a forkful of roasted potatoes into his mouth. you looked over at alex and asked, "do you think you could help me with some chores after dinner?"

"now, y/n," your mother said, "alex is probably tired from all the ridin' he's done."

"no, ma'am, it's no problem." alex smiled softly at you, the kind of smile that made your stomach feel light. "i’ll help you."

you returned his smile. "thank you."

after dinner, you helped your mother clear the table, get the leftovers into containers that went into the fridge, and wash the dishes. once you were finished in the kitchen, you headed out into the back with alex in tow. "we have to make sure everything's locked up," you explained as you walked, "and set the traps for the night."

"gotcha." you were surprised when he didn't question what the traps were for, but you quickly reminded yourself he had a farm of his own; he probably set traps, too.

while you set about making sure the stables, barn, henhouse, and pens were all locked, alex worked on the traps. somehow, he knew exactly what to do without you telling him, and as you passed him on your way to the henhouse, your brows furrowed. "how do you know how to set them?"

he looked up at you from where he was sat in the grass. "i have these traps on my farm. they’re the cheapest an' the most convenient."

"oh." now you felt a bit silly for asking.

once you were both finished, you made your way back inside, making sure to lock the back door behind you. while you'd helped your mother in the kitchen, she'd told you she'd already made up one of the guest bedrooms for alex to stay in, so you led him upstairs and down the hall, stopping in front of the last room on the right. "my room's right across the hall," you said, looking up at him, "so if you need anything, just let me know."

"okay." he smiled at you. "thanks, y/n. have a good night."

"you too, alex." you watched as he stepped into the bedroom and flashed you one last smile before shutting the door.

•••••

by the time morning came in the form of rays of light filtering through the window and incessant bird calls from nearby trees, you had forgotten alex was staying for a few days, not just last night. in fact, you’d nearly forgotten about alex entirely, resulting in you letting out a yelp when the door to guest bedroom across the hall creaked open to reveal a human figure. a ghost? no one had stayed in that bedroom since your relatives came for the holidays. your house was haunted, you needed to tell your parents —

“y/n?” the sound of alex’s voice was like a lighthouse in the storm, clearing the dark clouds that obscured your vision. no ghost — just the man you thought was a cowboy. you made a note to ask him about that again later.

“oh …” you cleared your throat, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the doorway of your own room. “hey.”

he cocked an eyebrow at you and leaned against his doorway, stuffing his hands into his pockets. he still wasn’t dressed, you noticed. he was like you and ate before getting ready for the day. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

you stared at him, opening your mouth to respond and closing it again when you had nothing to say. finally, you looked away and mumbled, “i forgot you were here.”

he barked out a laugh at that. “did you now? guess i scared ya, huh? sorry ‘bout that.”

you didn't say a word and quickly headed for the stairs.

you saw your mother setting plates on the dining table, but your father was nowhere to be found. confused, you asked, “where’s papa?”

“he went to go talk to john ‘bout his horse, remember?”

oh. no, you didn’t remember.

breakfast went by quickly, with neither you nor alex saying much. once you were done eating, you went back upstairs to get dressed, then headed outside to tend to your morning chores. your first stop — the henhouse.

you set down the wicker basket you’d brought with you on the ground and hauled the sack of chicken feed up into your arms, grunting with the effort. you did an awkward little waddle around the yard, scattering feed as you went. once you were satisfied with the coverage, you set the sack back down by the henhouse, then picked your wicker basket back up. you undid the locking mechanism and opened the henhouse doors, immediately greeted with a cacophony of clucks. “good morning to you, too,” you hummed, watching as the hens headed down the wooden ramp in a single file line.

as you poked your head inside, examining their nests, you heard a voice behind you. “any luck today?” alex.

you straightened up and deposited the few eggs you’d found into the basket. “just a few,” you said, looking up at him. “what are you doing out here?”

he shrugged, watching as one of the hens pecked at his boot. “i was gonna see if ya wanted t’ take lizzie for a ride once you were done.”

you smiled at him. “i’d love to.”

his gaze snapped up to meet yours, and he returned your smile. “d’you need any help?”

“actually, yeah …”

with alex’s help, you were able to get the rest of your chores done with ease. having someone help you made it all go by much faster, and you were already dreading the day he’d have to leave. maybe you would need to remind your father of the idea he’d had of hiring a farm hand.

you stood and watched as he opened the stall door, stepping inside to get the saddle and reins back onto lizzie. “is she the feisty type?”

he snorted. “hell no. she’s a real sweetheart.”

you stepped aside so he could lead lizzie out of the stall and followed behind him as he took her out of the stables. the two of you (three, technically) headed for the forest behind your house; it was your idea to take the unofficial path you’d trekked with your horse a number of times before. you came to a stop outside the tree line, and alex held his hand out to you. you knew you didn’t need help getting onto lizzie’s back, and you knew alex probably knew that too, but you took his hand anyway, hauling yourself up onto the horse and clutching the front of her saddle to steady yourself. alex hopped on behind you, his chest almost touching your back as he reached around you to grab the reins. you knew the close contact couldn’t be helped, but that didn’t stop you from blushing at the proximity.

he tapped the side of his boot against lizzie’s side, urging her into an idle trot as he directed her into the forest. the scene was like something out of a fantasy novel: a couple of downed trees lined the path, covered in overgrown moss; you could make out the occasional cluster of mushrooms; and sunlight filtered down through the trees branches overhead, casting the path you were navigating in an otherworldly glow. you were half expecting fairies to start whizzing by. behind you, alex let out a low whistle. “this sure is pretty.”

you nodded. “i like coming out here when i can with my horse.”

“and what’s ‘er name?”

“it’s embarrassing,” you mumbled.

that only piqued his curiosity. “embarrassin’? how could it be embarrassin’?”

you sucked in a breath before quickly muttering, “twilightsparkle.”

“sorry?” his knee bumped against the back of your thigh; whether intentionally or not, you didn’t know. “you’re gonna have t’ repeat that one for me.”

“twilight sparkle.”

silence followed.

and then, in possibly the most mortifying outcome, he guffawed. “twilight sparkle?”

“i got her when i was a child,” you said defensively. “i wasn’t exactly a name aficionado.”

“yeah, yeah, okay,” he chuckled. “ain’t that one of the … oh, what’s that show —“

“my little pony,” you mumbled.

you could feel him nodding behind you. “yeah, my little pony. you liked it when you were young, then?”

you nodded. suddenly, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad if a giant hole opened up in the ground and swallowed you. “twilight sparkle was my favorite character, so when my parents got me my own horse, it felt fitting. i call her twilight for short.”

“just twilight is less embarrassin’ than throwin’ the sparkle on.”

“you don’t have to keep rubbing it in, you know.”

“sorry, sorry.” he chuckled again. “definitely not the worst thing you coulda named ‘er, though.”

you rose an eyebrow and looked at him over your shoulder. “there are worse things?”

“lot worse.”

“like what?”

he grew silent, his expression turning to one of contemplation as he mulled it over. “one o’ my friends in the mountains is like you — got a horse when he was a kid. he named ‘im, uh … what’s the full thing …” another few seconds of silent thought, and then he smiled. “armageddon the destroyer. the third. dunno where the first two came from.”

it took every last bit of restraint you had to not burst into giggles. “armageddon the destroyer the third?”

he nodded. “he’s still got that damn horse, too. likes to just call him destroyer now.”

“which friend of yours is this?”

“matt helders. if ya ever get to meet ‘im, don’t tell him i told you all this. he’ll throw me off the nearest mountain.”

you didn’t think you ever would meet him, but you made a mental note to keep this story to yourself if you did.

the three of you (it was only fair to count lizzie, you thought) continued down the path, falling into a tranquil silence. you pet lizzie’s mane and occasionally scratched behind her ears, eliciting a sound that you assumed was her way of showing appreciation.

abruptly, you asked, “are you a cowboy?”

there was a pause. “you asked that yesterday.”

“yeah, and you didn’t get to answer.”

“hm …” he sighed. “i certainly look the part, don’t i?”

“yeah.”

“i guess technically, yeah, although, er, i don’t really go around callin’ myself one.”

that was fair, you supposed. “so is it, like, a generational thing?”

“yeah. my dad was one, his dad was one, so on and so forth … the farm life’s the only thing i’ve ever known.”

“do you like it?”

“like it?” he snorted. “i wouldn’t trade it for a damn thing.”

you were going to be sad to see alex go.

•••••

“i’m taking a bath,” you called down the stairs.

there was a beat of silence, then your mother called back, “okay!”

it was the night before alex would be leaving. he’d been an incredibly helpful guest; he’d always helped with chores without having to be asked, and your father thought him especially helpful because he kept you out of his hair whenever you got bored. you’d been taken out on lizzie a number of times, told dozens of stories from alex’s childhood and adulthood, and he’d even played songs for you on the acoustic guitar your father owned but never used. for the first time in years, probably, it’d gone a day without collecting dust.

you shut the door to the bathroom and stepped over to the tub, making sure to plug the drain before turning the faucet on and watching as the water began to rain down. as you waited, your thoughts drifted back to alex — not just the stories he’d shared or the skill with which he’d played your father’s guitar, but the way he made you feel. you didn’t really like it; for one, you weren’t used to feeling that way about people, but you also knew nothing could ever come out of it. he was going off to the mountains to see his friends, and after that, you’d probably never see him again. he was always destined to just be a blip in your world. plus, you felt incredibly silly for feeling anything at all, considering it’d only been a few days. maybe you just needed to talk to people more often …

once the tub was filled, you turned the faucet off and stripped out of your clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. you stepped into the tub and sank down into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief; it was an instant balm to your aching bones. you closed your eyes, content to think of literally anything, but your brain kept wandering back to alex. his perfect eyes, his perfect smile, his perfect beard and perfect chest and perfect arms and perfect legs and perfect ass that you had unashamedly stared at once. okay, maybe you were ashamed now, but at the time, you'd had to pinch your arm just to get yourself to stop staring like an idiot. you were hopeless.

you had seen him shirtless once. on one of the days where there was too much work and it was too hot to do it all. you were convinced you were going to explode when you saw him, chest and abs bared and sweating in the summer heat. he was probably used to being shirtless in weather like that, but that didn't mean you were prepared to see it. when he'd seen you gawking like a fool, he'd apologized and offered to put his shirt back on, but you'd told him it was okay and that he didn't have to under the guise of not wanting him to overheat. deep down, though, you wanted to be able to ogle him, just for a little longer.

were you only physically attracted to him? that thought haunted you like an unseen phantom as you worked shampoo into your wet hair. of course he was attractive — he had the perfect body, in your eyes — but was that the only reason he appealed to you? you didn't think it was; you knew it would be a lot easier to get over his absence if that was just the case.

he would be gone tomorrow morning.

that became your mantra for the rest of your bath, and you kept repeating it to yourself as you dried off, emptied the tub, and got dressed for bed. he would be gone tomorrow morning. you left the bathroom and headed down the hall, stepping into your room. he would be gone tomorrow morning. you shut your door and let yourself succumb to the warmth and comfort of your bed, making sure to turn your bedside lamp off before drifting off to sleep. he would be gone tomorrow morning.

“hey. y/n. wake up.”

“huh?” you forced your eyes open and stared up at the partially illuminated figure that hovered above you. "alex?" you mumbled. "what are you doing here?"

"i wanna show you somethin'," he whispered.

"it’s late. can’t you show me in the morning?"

"nope." he shook his head for emphasis. "gotta show ya now."

you felt like a parent arguing with their child.

you forced yourself out of bed and slipped your shoes on at his request before following him out of your room and downstairs. you were expecting to go out the front door, but he led you through the back, making sure to be extra quiet to avoid waking your parents until you were both outside. you were both still in your pajamas, and you were still trying to blink the sleepiness out of your eyes. you followed him into the forest behind your house, confusion settling across your features when he suddenly deviated from your usual path and led you to a different part of the forest. what the hell was he doing?

eventually, he stopped, and you nearly crashed into him. "we’re here."

"you dragged me outside in the middle of the night for —" the words died out in your throat as you realized what you were seeing.

you’d never gone this deep into the forest before, so you had no idea a scene like this even existed. the trees opened up in a wide circle, revealing a little pond surrounded by different stones. the grass was soft as it brushed against your ankles, and flowers were scattered all across the ground, practically beaming up at you. you felt like you'd stepped into some pocket dimension.

"come on." alex nudged you and stepped further into the clearing, and it was at that moment that you became aware of the blanket tucked under his left arm.

your brows furrowed. "what’s the blanket for?"

you watched as he laid it out in the grass, making sure it was neat and straight and there weren't any rocks hiding under it for your body to find before straightening up and smiling softly at you. "stargazin'."

oh. you weren't annoyed at him for waking you up anymore.

you walked over and sat down on the blanket, removing your shoes and setting them off to the side before stretching yourself out. you stared up at the sky, mystified by the sheer number of stars you could see. "it’s so pretty," you breathed.

"i was hopin' you'd like it."

you turned your head to look at him as he laid beside you. "did you find this just for me?"

he nodded, his smile turning a bit sheepish. "i’d sorta stumbled on it the other day when i was out here. i’ve been meanin' to show it to you."

"thank you, alex."

"ah, don't mention it." he turned his head to look up at the stars, and you stared at him for a beat too long before doing the same.

silence consumed the both of you, broken by the occasional chirp or drone of some nearby insect. you didn't know what possessed you to shatter the silence and say anything, but after a few minutes, you quietly confessed, "i don't want you to go."

it took a couple of seconds for alex to respond. "why not?"

"i don't know." you crumpled up the fabric of your shirt between your fingers. "the last few days have been really nice, and i don't really want all this to end."

"i can't say i’m particularly fond o' goin', either," he mumbled, letting out a sigh afterwards. "i’d like to see my friends, of course, but ... y'know."

"yeah."

another minute passed, and then he rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as his elbow dug into the blanket. "y/n, can i ask you somethin'?"

"you just did, technically," you said, looking up at him.

he rolled his eyes. "okay, smartass. you know what i mean."

"go ahead."

"have you ever ..." he trailed off, his expression growing pensive as he searched for the right words. "you ever left home before?"

you blinked in surprise. you weren't sure what you'd been expecting him to ask, but it wasn't that. "uh ... no. why?"

he shrugged, as if to brush it off and act nonchalant, but you could tell he was hiding something. "just thought i’d ask."

"you’re a bad liar, alex."

"why would i be lyin'?"

"i don't know. why are you lying?"

he sighed. "i guess ... i dunno. it’d be nice if i could bring ya with me. i think you'd like my friends."

oh. there was that fluttering sensation in your stomach. "you want me to go with you?"

"it’d be nice if you could," he corrected. "way too late for that to get worked out. plus, your parents might kill me. or your dad would. your mom's a real sweetheart."

"she does hate killing bugs," you mused. you thought on what he'd just said. "why would you want me to go with you?"

he looked off at the pond, growing silent as he tried to figure out how to say whatever was on his mind. you waited patiently, and eventually, your patience paid off. "i think i’m growin' attached to you."

you stared at him. "what?"

he looked down at you. "i said it in english."

you wanted to slap him. "what do you mean, you're —"

"i like ya, y/n. as in, i think you're cute, and maybe i wanna kiss ya."

if you were going to explode when you saw him shirtless, you were sure you were about to turn into a nuclear bomb.

"oh," you managed.

he rose an eyebrow. "oh? is that it?"

"well, i mean —" you sat up and turned your head to look at him. "i don't think ... i’d mind it if you kissed me," you mumbled.

he stared at you, his eyes widening minutely before going back to their original size. now it was his turn to say, "oh." he cleared his throat and sat up fully, looking down at the blanket you were sat on. he eventually looked back up at you. "so ... can i —"

you cut him off by crashing your lips against his.

it took him no time at all to react. his hand went to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer as your mouths slotted together perfectly. you didn't want this moment to end, but too soon was he pulling away to stare down at you. "christ," he breathed. he dipped his head down to kiss you again, and again, and again. the onslaught of pecks made you giggle. your blood was practically singing in your veins.

when he finally stopped kissing you, you smiled up at him. "i didn't realize cowboys were such softies."

he scowled, although you could tell there was no real malice behind it. "what, am i supposed to act all mean an' tough around a cute girl?"

now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "yeah, yeah. call me cute again, and i’ll get a big head.”

"you'd still look cute if your head was the size of the moon," he hummed, leaning in to kiss you one last time.

you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed yourself closer to him, listening to his heart as it thrummed against his ribcage. "the next time you go to visit your friends, you should take me with you," you mumbled.

he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head and murmured, "it’s a deal, sweetheart."

"and i promise i won't bring up armageddon the destroyer the third in front of matt."

he let out a breathless chuckle and pinched your side, making you yelp. "if you do, i’m leavin' you up there to deal with him."

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megangovier · 6 months ago

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Ice-cream date

older!Joel x waitress! fem reader

Summary: Joel messages you if you want to go for a ice cream date, you accept.

Warnings: Fluff, compliments, age gap 25,35, mdni

Joel and you have texted and called eachother over the last couple of months, you knew he had a daughter called Sarah and was raising Ellie as one of his own, they were excited for their dad to get back out there in the dating game. "I bet she's pretty dad" or "She's going to like you". Nerves were kicking in, he hasn't been on a date since his late wife but an accident happened and she is no longer with them. He missed her every day, the way she smiled at him when she entered the room or the smell of her hair. It's going to be hard, this won't be a replacement but someone to talk to, maybe if something does grow between them, he'll go for it.

You were going to meet Joel today, nerves are kicking in. You've never met anyone from a dating app before so it's kind of nerve wracking. Could be dangerous, but it's a risk you've got to take. You were excited though, from his pictures he sent you he's attractive, got those gorgeous brown eyes and a beard you've always found attractive on men. Joel's meeting you at 14:00 so you've got an hour to kill, so you decided to take a shower, put on some leggings, hoodie and white trainers. Locked up your front door and went to the ice cream shop.

Joel was wearing tight fitted jeans, flannel shirt and cowboy boots. It's winter so you both wore suitable clothes for that season, Joel came up and bear hugged you. A warm smile washed over your face "nice to finally meet you Joel" a red glow appeared on his face "likewise ma'am, let's go inside and see what delicious ice creams they have". Opening the door for you, you courtesy "thank you Joel" closing the door behind him, his eyes scanned the ice cream flavors. There was bubblegum, cherry, pistachio, double chocolate fudge brownie, coffee, cone ice cream too. You decided to pick Pistachio and coffee. "Hi, could I get a waffle cone please, with 2 scoops of pistachio and 1 coffee please" a smile fell onto his face, "of course you can my dear, what can I get you sir". Looking Joel said, "could I get waffle cone with 2 scoops of double chocolate fudge brownie please".

"No problem, sir here you go ma'am, enjoy" indulging in your ice cream, Joel paid for both your ice creams and told the man to keep the change "bless you sir, come back soon" a giggle left your lips "will do sir" arm im arm, Joel looked at you admiring how beautifully breathtaking you looked, the dimples in the cheeks, the scar above the eyebrow just beautiful "so, how long have you been waitressing for?" Looking at him in awe "since I was 18, so 8 years". Joel was so interested in your life and what you got up to, he was a great listener and comforted you when you were at your lowest.

Joel also knew about your father troubles, how he wasn't in your life or tried to slip in like an slippery eel. The way Joel acted towards you was like a protective father figure, who took you out to get ice cream. But he was a man you met on tinder, he's spoken to you about the lost of his wife and the accident which made you comfort him and gave him a reinsuring hug. As time went by Joel offered you back to his place, you accepted.

Once Joel opened up the door, two young girls attacked him with hugs. "Hi girls, good to see you too, we've got a visitor." Smiles erupted on their faces hands out to shake yours "I heard a lot about you, you must be Sarah and you must be Ellie, what pretty names" a giggle slipped from their mouths "and you must be daddy's new girlfriend" a grin fell on Joel's face. It didn't feel right to be there, Joel only lost his wife a few months ago. It was still to early, but I guess people deal with it in different ways.

"So girls, what have you done today?" Smiling at Joel with doe eyes Sarah said "Me and Ellie been playing at the park with uncle Tommy, drawing and sleeping, hows your day gone dad?" Looking at you, it's been awesome! We went to an ice cream shop, walked through the park, talked and looked in libraries, came back home again"

Sorry if it isn't that good✨

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08melancholie · 3 months ago

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Honeysuckle and Whiskey. — Micah Bell/OC

tags: Mid-Canon, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Chapter 1: Colter (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 3: Clemens Point (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 4: Saint Denis (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 5: Guarma (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 6: Beaver Hollow (Red Dead Redemption 2), How Do I Tag, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, just a dash of smut, mainly fluff and angst, Abuse, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, past abusive relationships, Grooming, Implied/Referenced Grooming, Pedophilia, Implied/Referenced Pedophilia, Colm O'Driscoll Being an Asshole, Torture, Burning, Stockholm Syndrome, descriptive torture, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, or a secret fourth thing, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Romantic Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Attempted Sexual Assault

summary: Closed-off and rough; mean and unforgiving, uncaring and simply horrible. The apathetic cowboy draws himself no attention, usually. He's always sat around camp, slumped over a table or bent down, elbows on his knees as he cleans his guns or sharpens his knife, carving the one same piece of wood for days. He didn't talk much; he felt himself way too high above the others to even converse—exception being Dutch.

That's who Micah Bell was, simply. She couldn't change it.

Micah Bell is a threat to anyone that crosses his path, and Melody knows it. So why has she gotten herself so involved with the outlaw? She tried to keep to herself countless of times; he hated her, she wasn't a pure American and that alone should have been enough to draw her away—and yet it simply never did.

Maybe it was just a rebound, wanting to feel something after feeling nothing from her horrible, previous partner—similar in many ways to the blonde cowboy—for years. Maybe it was his careless and cocky demeanor she never failed to give a chuckle to. And maybe, it was something more. She was going to figure it out, one way or another. They would; together.

a/n: ive had this cooking for months and this is the first of it im posting so im VERY nervous... :( it was going to be a long oneshot at first BUT im forcing myself to do it in chapters so that i have to continue writing it because ive neglected it for months now. also tags are going to change a lot probably

words: 2,658 | AO3 LINK I. — MASTERLIST

The wind picked up quicker than before as Melody rode along Colm through the storm. She could feel her body shivering no matter how many layers of coats and undershirts she put on before riding out. She gently brushed her horse's nose, trying to comfort her through the storm. "You reckon we're gonna find it soon? Joey said it's nearby.." She spoke up, looking to the man to her left.

"Surely. Hold on a bit longer." He replied coldly, riding his horse through the piles of snow effortlessly. She picked up her pace too, riding alongside his steed. "We gotta push a bit more." He added, his gloved hand rested on his lap.

She continued riding until the blizzard started clearing off, and they had a better view of the landscape before themselves. That's when he and Melody both noticed it; an abandoned outpost, exactly what Joey found before parting with the gang to seek it out. "Is that it?" She asked, hand hovering over her forehead to get a better view and block out the snow falling from above. "It sure looks like it."

He halted his horse next to her. "Must be it, c'mon." He ordered, and she followed him down the mountain.

They hitched their horses outside, and she followed close behind Colm. With her hand on her holstered revolver, Melody snuck around behind Colm, checking rooms with caution. "Clear!" He yelled to the rest of the gang, who moved their carriages in and hitched their horses next to their own. "Good job spottin' this gem. I'm sure Joey will be here soon." He says to Melody, taking a cigarette out of his box and offering her one. She nods, taking the offered cigarette and popping it into her mouth.

He manages to light a match on the denim of his jeans, holding it up to the tip of his cigarette "I sure hope so. We ain't seen him a few days." Melody comments, letting him light her cigarette soon after his own. "We already been losin' too much folk." She adds.

"Don't you worry. I've got it under control; those were necessary sacrifices, child." He says, his words not as reassuring as she'd hoped. Still, she nods with a small smile at him and watches him return it.

She moved her few things into the cabin closest to Colm's—by his command. Melody huffed as she finished setting everything, walking out to check everyone else's progress. She observed them with another cigarette hanging from her mouth. "You done unpackin', kid?" Colm came up behind her, hands rested on his hips as he watched everyone work alongside Melody. "How quick you are." He adds.

Melody just chuckled, blowing smoke into the cold air above. "Yes, I'm done. Do you need any help? Anything I could do for you?" She asks him, awkwardly fiddling with the cigarette between her fingers.

"Maybe." He replies, placing his hand on her shoulder as he continues watching. "Got a train 'round here that needs robbin'. Buncha snobby, rich nobodies." He explains. "We need dynamite. I got a plan on how to rob 'em."

"I'm sure I can find myself a general store nearby, I'll buy some." Melody replies, puffing a cloud of tobacco into the air.

He firmed his grip on her shoulder, his grip tight. "Attagirl." He whispered into her ear, and she just exhaled with a weak smile. "That's why you're my favourite." His breath brushed against her ear, and it made a chill travel along Melody's spine.

First night in her own cabin was weird, everything about it—from the cold temperature swearing to kill her of frostbite, to insomnia from fear they were occupying someone's outpost and would be shot in their sleep—just felt off, and Melody found herself tossing in her restless state on the mildly uncomfortable bedroll.

So much has happened in the last few weeks; from having to move camp a dozen times, losing a few weaker members in the process—to Colm's weird obsession with a rival gang rising again after he swore they were done with it.

Melody got up and stretched her legs out, anxiously lighting her fourth cigarette today for any sense of warmth it'll offer. "Fuck this damned storm." She looked out of the window as the specks of snow danced around the air, covering more ground and raising the snow level, little by little.

She finished the cigarette in a few minuscule minutes, and climbed back under the thin covers, trying to get some shuteye before tomorrow.

"You sure you ain't wanna come, Melody? It'll do you good to go out'a bit." Colm straddled his horse, looking down at her before him as Melody stroked his horse's nose.

"I'm far too tired, Colm. Plus, I need to get started on some chores and.. fixing this place up a bit." She replied, looking around at the buried outpost grounds, covered with thick layers of snow.

He chuckled, a sense of lust in his eyes as he looked down. "That's my girl; always so hard workin' for old Colm." He praised. "Someone's gonna have to reward you nicely for your contributions." He chuckled slyly, making Melody scrunch up her nose briefly. "Well then, I'll leave you to it." He urged his horse forward with a swift kick in the ribs, leaving the camp grounds.

Melody sighed, turning to make a mental note of all that needs to be done around camp before starting her round of chores, running on one cup of warm coffee and two hours of rest. Just great.

Colm returned in a few hours, a crate of province and some dynamite on his horse's back. She walked over to him, grabbing the province to put it away. "Hey. You got the dynamite?" She questioned him.

He hitched his horse, taking the dynamite and walking close by Melody, towards his cabin. "Yeah.. Figured I'd get it off your hands since I knew you'd be workin' hard by the time I was back," He responded, chuckling. "and I see that I was right, my good girl's being very productive, ain't ya?" He opened his cabin door with his elbow, placing the dynamite in the corner.

Melody chuckled nervously; his words leaving a distaste in her mouth, per usual. "Well, thank you Colm." She replied simply.

"Anything for you, child." He walked up to her, placing a firm grasp on her shoulders again. "I saw someone all too familiar while ridin' to the store." He announces, releasing his hands and placing them behind his back.

"Do tell." She answered, sitting down on his desk, swaying her feet off the edge slowly as she hunched over and placed her forearms on her knees. He turned, a mischievous grin on his lips.

He paces around the room. "Little ole Hosea Matthews, saw him on my way there." He answers, and Melody is taken aback by his words; which Colm just chuckles at. "Yeah, I'm surprised he ain't seen me."

She cocks her head at him. "You reckon he ain't recognised you?" She asked. "All them years of conflict, you sure he ain't just ignored you in hopes of gettin' out in one piece?" She chuckled briefly.

He stops abruptly, laughing. "Oh, sweet child. You're quite funny." He walks over in her direction. "You could be right." He says, placing each hand on one side of her body, which stiffens at the contact; now trapped on the table. "You know, you're such a smart girl, I could lis-"

A not-so-distant gunshot goes off, scaring both people in the process. "The hell..?" Melody mutters, awkwardly slipping away from his entrapment to a window. "I reckon my theory was right.. except he also snitched." Colm walked up behind Melody, looking out of the window.

Outside stood a fraction of Dutch Van der Linde's gang; Arthur Morgan, Micah Bell, Hosea Matthews and—of course—Dutch himself.

"Ah, fuck." he cursed under his breath. "Okay, girl. You go cover me while I.. I need to move away from the area." He explains frantically.

"Yeah.. Yeah I can do that." Melody says—already used to this by now—and, taking her revolver out of its holster swiftly, walks up to the door. She opens it slowly, leaving it ajar for Colm to slip out as she starts shooting back, catching the leader's glimpse.

His accuracy is almost perfect as he glazed both a strand of her hair just above her ear and immediately catches on to start shooting at the door she finds shelter behind. She takes a shot of her own, missing the first but taking his hat off just above his forehead as he ducks.

The shootout was brutal; only a few of Colm's members survived it, with some successfully hiding away from the area as they searched the outpost. Melody watched them take the train plans, along with their dynamite, and hurry off while boasting about it all, feeling victorious.

"How is it my fault, Colm? I did my best to protect you, I managed to shoot one in the arm, too!" Melody defended herself against Colm's usual outburst when things go wrong; where he blames every soul but himself, no matter if it's nobody's or everybody's fault.

He grunted angrily. "I don't care! They took the plans, and we have to move again!" He complains. Melody opens her mouth to protest, but is met with his hand high in the air before her—threatening to strike; something she's all too used to. "Don't. I don't wanna see you talkin' back to me." He ordered firmly.

And yet she still attempts to speak—like the fool she is. "Colm, I'm just trying to-"

And there it is. She's met with a hard, rough slap of the back of his hand, knocking her to the floor as Melody clenches her rosy red cheek, already teary-eyed. She opens her mouth to apologise, but decides against it as she notices that look in his eyes. He shakes his head in disapproval at her on the floor, choking up a silent sob. And so, she just gets up and walks out to pack her things.

Packing didn't take nearly as long as expected; calming herself did. She had everything in one crate, and was sitting on the bedroll in the cabin with a burning sensation on her left cheek, and a few slow tears trailing her cheekbones and falling into her lap. This was like routine, really; he'd get mad and take it out on her, leave her alone to sulk and then-

The door opens slowly, and Colm's body slowly steps inside—like clockwork. "Hey.. don't be cryin' on me, my sweet Melody. You know.." He sits down on the bedroll next to her. "You know I do it out of love. You know I sometimes lose my temper, don'tcha?" He asked, interwinding his hand into Melody's, rubbing the back of her hand.

"Yes, Colm." She replies simply, looking down at the floor.

Another teardrop meets her lap and she quickly brushes her face with her sleeves.

"Look at me." He commands, placing a uncharacteristically gentle yet firm hand on Melody's chin. "I love you. You know I do." His voice is as firm as his touch, and she just silently nods. She can't help wondering if it's even close to true sometimes. You don't treat someone you love like this, she's well aware of that much. "Good. Good... And you love me too." It's less of a question, and more of a fact to him.

Melody chokes up a response to break the silence. "I do, Colm." She holds his hand just as firmly as he stands up. "Let me get your things, child." He takes the crate off of the nearby table. She just smiles downwards, walking beside him. And that's how the routine ends, every time.

"We'll drive the wagon, girl." He calls out as Melody start straddling her horse. She looks at him with protest, opening her mouth to talk. "Ah Ah.. C'mon, you're with me. Cassidy'll take good care of your horse." He taps the seat on the coach next to him-and she can't not-oblige, leaving the reins in Cassidy's hands reluctantly. "Attagirl." He watches Melody sit down next to him.

The ride to a new spot is painfully long, and Melody is shivering throughout the whole thing-despite having multiple layers of shirts and jackets and putting gloves on her hands this time. "Where're we goin'?" She asks him, breaking the tense silence among us.

"Off the mountain; there's a spot I scouted out." He replies, hands gripping the coaches reins firmly. "It'll be better for all of us to get out of the cold." He looks at her shivering quickly, snaking his hand around Melody's shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

She obliges and scoots closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank the Lord, then." She snickers, and he exhales with a smirk. "I'll be more than glad to be off that damned mountain.

"Oh, I know; you're shaking like a leaf, girl." He chuckles. "It's a nicer spot too, you'll love it," He snuggles her body closer, pressing her up to his side. "all the best for my best girl." His gloved hand rubs her shoulder, gentle—not like Colm at all.

She soon feels herself—restless from the night before along with the shootout and what followed—start to drift off on his shoulder, and he lets Melody sleep for a little while. She hated how easily she could forgive him for doing what he does, but he might really just have a temper. He's trying. He's trying. That's all she knows, and it's just how he is. Right.

The stage stops at a nice, slightly open area with a few smaller huts and barriers around it. Colm nudges Melody awake slowly, rubbing rough circles on her shoulder. "We're here, girl." He whispers into her ear as she lifts her head off his shoulder and rubs her eyes awake. The warmth of the new location can be immediately recognized, nice and actually comfortable. "C'mon. You'll be in my cabin. With me." He reveals, jumping off the coach as she follows.

"I'll be in the same cabin as you?" Melody repeats his words, puzzled, as she takes her crate with a grunt before following him. He nods his head, stopping before—obviously the biggest cabin—their spot.

"Of course, child." He simply replies, taking the crate she held off of her hands and walking inside. "Ain't it great?" Melody silently nods to answer, almost reluctantly. "Go get the rest of the things from the coach and meet me here." Melody quickly turns on her heels and walks out back to the coach.

They both finish unpacking around the same time, and Melody patiently waits for him to finish whatever on the edge of a cot. "Okay, girl." He firmly taps his thighs and stands up, beckoning her to follow him outside. She obliges quickly, walking right behind him. He calls everyone in a circle, explaining a new score he's gotten information for. Melody can feel herself distracted and spacing out, knowing she won't be invited to the job—per usual, Colm just doesn't trust her enough to let her go with him. As infuriating as it is, her hands are tied.

Maybe she'll get that luxury one day.

Kudos on AO3 always appreciated! I'm honestly so glad to have even just the first chapter of this fic out, as it's been collecting dust in my drafts until the one month deadline—literally the last possible day.

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1mlostnow · 6 months ago

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!!

Hi!! I’m Evan! This is Intro Post IV.

- Red text is primary information, things that I’d like to bring attention to, or just things I’d like to elevate above the others

I’m genderfluid, I only use he/him, I don’t have a label but I mostly like guys, and I’m a minor!!! If you’re 18+ feel free to interact but please don’t DM me or send asks.

[spotify] [insta] [wall of text] [tone tags] [ppth staff]

This intro post is incredibly long so I put primary info before the cut ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I love using those faces

Apologies if the red or the Blinkies are hard on the eyes :<

Other Blogs ⇩

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Poetry and Writing : @1mfoundnow

House MD [B. Corcoran] : @head-of-forensics

House MD [G. Kramer] : @plastic-surgeon-gabi

Blinkies below the cut and throughout intro :>

Table Of Contents ⇩

1. The Basics

2. Fun Facts

3. My Resume

4. Primary Music

5. Guide To Tags

6. Hobbies

7. Other Media

8. Kinnie List

9. Primary Fandoms

10. Cast List

11. Outro

[ The Basics ]

- I absolutely adore nicknames, feel free to call me anything you want; chances are I’ll be fine with it

- pretty basic DNI -> homophobes, transphobes, racists, xenophobes, proshippers (wincest ಠ_ಠ)

- feel free to interact or spam (the good kind), my notifs are off so you won’t be bothering me at all!! Feel free to do asks or anons as long as yr a minor, I love love love answering asks. I promise I’m not scary, I don’t bite (anymore lol)

- I would prefer it as a personal boundary that you don’t DM me unless you truly deem it fit, those 1 on 1 situations tend to be incredibly uncomfortable for me. If there’s truly something you’d like to speak to me about in private, go for it.

- I love my mutuals to death. Whether we talk every day or haven’t spoken once, ily :)

- I greatly appreciate tone tags!!! There is a list at the top of this intro with a tone tag guide!

- CDT timezone, typically active from 7 AM - 12 AM (this will change to 6-8AM and 5-11PM soon)

[ Fun Facts ] + notes

- my car’s name is TOMATER (all caps)

- im the ninth wonder of the world

- I love doing little drawings

- if you want one just ask (examples at end)

- once again I love love love my mutuals

- Richard Cameron defender for life

- theme changes often

- ADHD & severe social anxiety

- if you ever draw anything for me I’ll love u forever

- The Man Who Would Be King (6x20) is the best SPN episode and nobody can convince me otherwise

- if I don’t respond I swear I’m not ignoring you!! Chances are I said ‘I’ll answer later’ and then forgot—just @ me!!

- if you ever have any corrections for one of my posts (typo, incorrect facts, hurtful language) please please let me know whether it be public or private, as the last thing I’d want to do is upset anybody.

[ My Resume ]

- Professional Ghostbuster, Midwestern Cowboy, Supervillain (for the fits)

- Bug you put in a jar with sticks and leaves and a few holes in the lid so it can breathe kinda guy yk?

- Weird kid and loser for life (I’m happy this way)

- I believe I’m incredibly funny (tell me if I’m not)

- Most sentences have bonus sentences (for the thoughts that didn’t fit into the sentence right)

- hot feral scientist

[ Primary Music ] + fav song by each (‘m basic wtv)

- AJJ -> Getting Naked, Playing With Guns

- Cage The Elephant -> Spiderhead/Halo

- Car Seat Headrest -> Life Worth Missing

- David Bowie -> Rebel Rebel

- Radiohead -> Karma Police

- Seb Lowe -> The Man, The Myth

- The Front Bottoms -> Be Nice To Me / More Than It Hurts You

- The Smiths -> Pretty Girls Make Graves

- Vundabar -> Worn/Wander, Sad Clown

- Will Wood -> Memento Mori

[ Guide to Tags ]

- #evan speaks -> yapping time, applies to majority of my posts

- #evan rants -> I’ve got a lot to talk about!!

- #evan draws -> I draw :3 some art at the end

- #evan can’t vote -> US politics (doesn’t come up that often, but still)

- #evan loves his mutuals -> y’all are my best friends and ily sososo much

[ Hobbies ]

- Occasionally crocheting

- Reading and writing

- I play alto sax in marching band (never rains on the *redacted* 🫡🌧️)

- loveeee art so much, specifically pencil drawing and painting

- idk if music counts as a hobby (listening+playing)

[ Other Media ]

Shows -> Supernatural, Sherlock, House MD, My Babysitters A Vampire (Rory my beloved), Scooby-Doo, Over The Garden Wall

Movies -> Dead Poets Society, Ghostbusters, Velvet Goldmine, The Truman Show, Goonies, Stand By Me, Saw Franchise, IT 2017

Others -> Homestuck, The Secret History, getting into newer classics (highschool english class books tbh), I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

[ Kinnie List ]

Steven Meeks (DPS), Castiel (SPN), Richie Tozier (IT), Truman Burbank (TTS), Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters), Adam Stanheight (Saw), Henry Winter (TSH), Will Graham (Hannibal)

[ Primary Fandoms ]

Supernatural, Sherlock, Dead Poets Society, Homestuck, Ghostbusters, House MD

[ Cast List ] <- y’all are like my family ily

@pingunaa @ghostboyhood @wordssricochet @poetsinnyc @meekspeaks @midwest-quill @yourfavvgal @alightelixe @lv3buzzz @craicapparition @asclexe @lefthandedspaghetti @notcatseatheadrest @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @de4d-poet-kisser @cherrishnoodles @blakenation1 @desire-mona @prettypinkbubbless @sesamie @hemlocksloadofbull @mighthavebeenmurder @tired-and-bored-nerd @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @sillyhyperfixator

^^ if we ain’t close like that lmk and I’ll take you off dw ♥︎ and if I somehow missed you please please tell me and I’ll fix it right away, there’s some people I was gonna add but I wasn’t sure if we were friends like that yet lol

Outro!!

If you made it to the end of this thank you thank you thank you so much it means the world to me.

I can’t add more photos, so I’ll make and link a separate post with my art, so you can decide if that’s something you’d be interested in!!!

[ art here!! ]

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whumpdoyoumean · 3 months ago

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Whumptober #5

A/N: These are my OCs. Ira is a bounty hunter. Leo is a cowboy, and also a mage.

xxx healing salve

"Get down!" Leo puts his arm over Ira, shoving him to the ground and then diving to the dirt himself, just as the first shot rings out.

"Damn!" Ira hisses, reaching for his gun.

Leo would be doing the same, except that his body feels cold and strange, arms leaden, fingers shaking and unsure. His stomach sinks.

"See that big boulder just up the ridge?" Ira says, voice low. "That'll give us better cover. Be ready to move."

Leo doesn't respond. Something is wrong. He's starting to feel it.

"You listening to me, kid?" There's an edge to Ira's voice now, frustration lacing his words. "Dammit, I said--" He turns, and his eyes widen, face going pale as another shot cracks through the air. "Shit."

"I..." It's hard to speak, or think even. "I think...Think 've been..."

"Yeah," Ira says. "You hush now, save your energy. Just stay put, I'm gonna find this bastard and take 'im down. Won't take more'n a second. Hang in there. And stay down."

Leo doesn't want him to leave. Doesn't want to be left here all alone, bleeding all over the long, dried pine needles that cover the forest floor. But the pain is building in intensity, and it steals the breath from his lungs, and with it his voice. There's nothing he can do but watch as the bounty hunter disappears and leaves him.

The initial shock begins to wear off, and Leo knows he can't just lie here. He has to work up the courage to try and sit up. For someone who regularly draws his own blood for ritual spells, he's rather pain averse, and this pain is like nothing he's ever felt—deep and gnawing and relentless. It's everything he has not to cry out when he finally levers himself into a sitting position. He moves slowly, but the hole in his sides protests anyway, loudly. The bullet entered the meat above his left hip. He can't tell if it's still in there or not. He hopes not, but bullets—the kind that aren't enchanted, anyway—are unpredictable.

He'd just as soon not be hit by another one.

Which means it's not in his best interest to try and stand. His satchel is still with the horses, and he knows he's not going to be able to crawl all the way back to them. He'll have to make due with what he has. The small bag he keeps with him has clean strips of linen, and he's sure he saw yarrow growing somewhere nearby. He looks around, scanning the foliage for the familiar yellow-orange flowers.

There. A few yards away, near the treeline. He just has to get there...It's not far. He can do this. He claps a hand to his side, tight as he can stand to, and starts to crawl. A volley of shots breaks out, and he stops moving. After a moment, he realizes he can hear two distinct weapons – the rifle that had shot him, and Ira's pistols. Which means the shooter's attention is elsewhere. His vision goes dark at the edges when he starts moving again, the world tilting beneath him, but he forces himself to keep going. His breath comes in short bursts as inches his way forward.

Nearly there.

Just a little further...

His heart is hammering by the time he gets there, pounding as if he's run a mile, not crawled fifteen feet. He grabs a handful of leaves from the yarrow plants, shoving them in his mouth and chewing before he's even caught his breath. He's going to have to turn onto his back in order to get at the wound. It's gonna hurt, and he knows it.

"To hell with it," he finally murmurs around the mouthful of leaves, and he pushes himself up and to the right, landing on his back with a groan. He just lays there a second, waiting for the agony to pass and his vision to return.

There hasn't been any gunfire in a long time. The fight seems to be over which means someone has won. And someone has lost.

He hopes Ira is okay.

His fingers tremble as he tugs his shirt out of his pants and lifts it away from the bleeding, ragged hole. He's in a lot of pain already, but this next part...But it will help. He has to do it. He reaches up and takes the glob of crushed plant matter out of his mouth. And, before he can talk himself out of it, he presses it into the wound.

He barely has time to scream before he loses consciousness.

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𝓓𝓸𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝓓𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓘𝓷 - Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

(and GN!dog)

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(description in small font for formatting and convenience, actual story is in regular)

warnings: mostly fluff, some angst, mentions of upcoming death of dog, dog in palative care, not fully proof read but i tried to keep both dog and reader as gender neutral, and without descriptions, i am basing a this in real life so it might have slipped.

summary: After receiving bad news about your dog, you and Eddie decide to take them to their favourite movie at the drive ins.

authors note: Hi. It’s been a little while. This is based on something i did with my dog a few weeks ago, we took her to the eras tour movie and it’s one of the best nights i’ve had with her. i’ve i wanted to get it out within the week of that but then life happened, i had to take care of her a bit more and we sadly had to put her down the sunday before last. we’re receiving her ashes soon and i got a plush that looks like her so i felt inspired to write this again as a way to deal with my grief. i have included a lot of anecdotes about her in this, so im sorry if you’re trying to picture your dog or a past one and some events done line up. i tried my best to keep the descriptions of the dog pretty general, the only big thing i think is that they would have a tail. anyway it’s 4am and i’m crying now so i’m gonna be on my way. i hope you enjoy <3

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"They're not gonna let us in."

"Will you sto- they're gonna let us in." He chuckled, glancing at you quickly with a smile."Stop worrying. Remember what I told you? Your only job this week is relaxation and snuggles."

You sigh, opting to look out of the window instead of responding.

Eddie notices, but he also knows you're still listening. "Which conveniently go hand in hand don't they sweetheart." He says, upping the baby talk as he stretches his arm behind the drivers seat to scratch your dogs chin, marvelling at how quickly they leaned into his touch, groaning in joy.

"See!" He said, laughing. "I'm their favorite."

It's the same thing he said when he installed the makeshift doggy car-seat Wayne had made you months ago. When Eddie first suggested taking your dog with the two of you on drives, he started drawing up the plans immediately.

"That dog is the darn cutest thing I've seen since you were in diapers." Wayne said, pointing to his nephew. "And I don't trust your cowboy driving."

Two weeks later when he picked you and your dog up for your first big drive, you were immediately taken by surprise that he put the seat on his side.

"You traitor!" You said, pointing towards the seat Eddie was now fastening your beloved dog to, away from you.

Eddie gasped in faux shock, looking at your dog with wide eyes. "Can you believe they called me that?" He said to your dog, who responded to him only with a wagging tail and a lick on the chin.

"See!" He said, clapping his hands once your dog was settled in. "I'm their favorite. So I get to be closer to them. You get a nice view, so don't complain." He said, winking at you as he swung into the drivers seat.

You had done a lot of trips since then, but this was the first one later at night. It wasn't too bad, springtime means the sun is slowly setting a bit later. You can't help but be enamoured when you turn to look at your dog, the way the sunset sits behind them makes look like a painting.

Eddie seems to have noticed, because he's reaching on the dashboard and passing you his prized film camera. "If you don't get a photo of them right now I'm never talking to you again."

You laugh, snapping a photo that you would later discover is your favorite one you've ever taken of your dog... and a few more for good measure.

"We're here!" Eddie says, pulling into the Hawkins Drive In. He parks just outside of the concession stand. "Do you want anything."

"Popcorn and a coke please." You say, pulling out your wallet to give him money, but you know it's no use when swats it out of your hand.

Instead of mentioning it though, he turns around to the back of the seat to face your dog. "And some nuggets for you bud?"

As if they can somehow hear him, your dog yaps in response. Eddie nods, "Thought so."

"Eddie..." You start, nuggets were salty and salt is not good for your dog.

Eddie cuts you off though, "I'll ask for no salt, they'll probably like it better that way anyway. And hey, you said it didn't matter what they ate anymore."

It's not Eddie's fault, but you feel as though you've been struck. He was right, that was what you had said, but for a shining moment, you had forgotten the constant countdown ticking over your dogs head. Displaying a number you had no way of reading exactly what it said.

It doesn't take more than a second for eddie to realise what he's said. "Hey- no. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring that up. Here, let's take them in and they can pick out something." He said, running around to your side of the door and opening it for you- ever the gentleman.

He helps you out of the car and the two of you take your dog out of the back of the van, heading into the concession bay.

Immediately you- or your dog- is greeted by a young girl running up to pay them. Her mother quickly scolding her for going up to a strangers dog. Less than a minute later, the girl carefully walks up to you, almost stubbornly.

"Can I pet your doggy?" She asks, her hand twitching as she clearly fights the urge to give your dog a big hug.

You nod your head, "You definitely can, thank you for asking." You say, looking up to the girls mother and winking at her, getting a mouthed 'thank you' in response.

And you have to say, if there is a heaven, it's going to have a tough time beating the joy your dog gets when a new person gives them cuddles. You and Eddie both swear that your dog is convinced that everywhere you go, everyone is there to see your dog specifically.

"It's the pet tax." Eddie said a few months ago when your dog barked out your front window at unsuspecting people walking by for the third time that afternoon. "The people walking past have to pay a pet tax to the top dog."

You both agree that it's better for it not to be an official tax, as your dog would not appreciate having to stop at every house with a dog so that you could pet a random dog. Absolutely not.

Eventually, the little girl's mother got her food, and told her they had to go. The girl frowned, but said bye to your dog, whispering a 'i'll save some popcorn for you.' before running off to join her mother.

In the meantime, Eddie had ordered your food, two large popcorns- of course, a coke and a pepsi- something the two of you could never agree on, and two servings of nuggets, no salt.

"You're funny." You say, opening the door for him as he tries to balance the abundance of food and drinks.

"I am- hey could you-?" He started, but you've already grabbed your drink, noticing it just about to slip from his grip and onto the dirty cement. "Yeah, thanks."

You smile at him. "We're a well oiled machine you and me." He nods in agreement, muttering something about 'you and i' incorrectly when you get back to the van. It’s hard not to chuckle.

It's barely a thirty second drive to the parking spaces for the movie, but both you and Eddie insist on strapping your dog in their seat while you park.

Unfortunately, you have to do it while your dog is giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen. They don't want to be in the doggy-seat, they want to be in the front with you... and the food.

The order of those aren't important.

"I know hun, but it'll just be a minute and then we'll get to cuddle okay?" You say, doing absolutely nothing to stop your dog viewing the car seat they're now in as an obstacle from the food they want.

Eddie parks the van with the back facing the screen, jumping out of the car before pulling the back doors open. You giggle when he shouts at you to wait so that he can once again open your door for you.

"Here you go m'lady!" He says in a bad british accent, pairing it with a theatrical bow.

You take his hand like how you've seen rich people do it in movies. "Why thank you sir!" You gasp, matching his dramatics instantly.

Before you can get too lost in the bit, your dog barks, reminding you that the more you chat, the longer they have to wait for food- cuddles. Cuddles, not food. Not food at all.

You climb into the back of the van, Eddie following close behind you, food in tow. "Here you go buddy, I've got the goods."

"Don't say it like that! You sound like you're giving them weed." You giggle, unclasping the safety belts from around your dog.

Eddie furrows his brows, clearly still appealing to his inner theatre kid with faux confusion, "Wait..." He says, before dramatically laying out the first blanket. "Was I not supposed to?"

You both giggle as you set up the blankets and pillows, and if you hadn't been keeping such a close eye on your dog, you might not have noticed them slowly sneaking towards where the food sits.

"Hey!" Eddie laughs, grabbing the food and moving it to where you're all going to sit among the blankets and pillows.

Once again, your dog gives an oscar winning performance, giving Eddie a look at only a starving puppy could have.

Eddie, ever the softie, gives in.

"Oh alright." He says pulling out a nugget from the box and ripping a chunk from it. "Okay, now sit." Your dog follows, tail wagging so hard it's making a clanging noise against the metal floor.

"Good, now high five." Eddie says, lifting up his right hand, your dog deciding not to leave him hanging by smacking his hand with his paw. "Good job buddy." He says, "Now other paw, can you do other paw?"

Other paw was one of the newer stills your dog learned. To be entirely honest, you have no idea how they learned it. You were just asking for high fives one day, said other paw and it worked. You gave them praise and then the next time they did it again, and then again.

You're half convinced your dog taught you other paw, not the other way around.

It's still about 50/50, if your dog thinks they've done enough, they won't respond to other paw the same they would with other commands. You guess that comes with the whole 'they trained you' theory you had.

That odd also jumps wayy down whenever you try to show off 'other paw' to someone who hasn't seen it before. Your dog loves you and enjoys your games, but they're also a pet and they love embarrassing you and proving you wrong.

Today, the odds were on your side, with your dog doing a perfect example of the 'other paw' to Eddie, who for weeks of failed attempts of showing him, thought you were lying about.

"See! I told you!" You cheered, grabbing a bigger chunk off of the nugget in Eddie's hand and giving it to your dog. "Good doggy! What a good doggy!"

Eddie laughs, "I'll be damned." He says, throwing his piece of the nugget into the air for your dog to catch, they do so, ready for more.

You both give them the rest of the nugget before settling in for the movie, you figured you'd try to spread the nuggets out, so your dog could enjoy them the whole time.

Your dog seemed to get the message, crawling inbetween you and Eddie. Or- actually, pushing the two of you apart so they could be sandwiched in the middle. Their favorite spot.

As the previews come to an end, you turn to Eddie "Thank you for doing this with me." You say, scratching your dog behind their ear.

"No thank yous necessary sweetheart, I'm glad you're both having a good time." He replies, a soft smile adorning his face.

You all relax into each other just as the beginning of your dogs favorite film; 101 Dalmatians, starts to play on the big screen.

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