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lillaydee · 2 months ago

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One More Try Part 5

Landlord Joel Miller / Reader

They say a woman is tested when her man has nothing. But a man is tested when he has everything. What happens if you both passed the test, but your partners did not?

WARNINGS:

Unplanned Pregnancy, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), SO MUCH FLUFF, Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Reader was pregnant before meeting Joel, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Miscarriage (Not OC), Landlord Joel, No Outbreak AU

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 4

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***WARNING***

Non-graphic (and possibly inaccurate) descriptions of childbirth.

I am not at all knowledgeable on the law in the US and how it works.

I also am not an expert in childbirth, or any of the possible complications that might occur during the birthing process.

So please accept any law or medical related parts in this chapter with a grain of salt and the spirit of story-telling.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy this penultimate chapter.

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“What are you doing here?”

Laura walked over to where the three of you were standing. You took a good, long look at her. She was immaculately pretty. Face perfectly done, not a hair out of place, her skin scrubbed and well taken care of, her body was definitely a ten, looking like someone who had all the time in the world to work out, and get all primped and polished. Everything sat just so, not a crease on her expensive looking dress, not a blemish on her perfect nails and not a scratch on her shiny designer bag. She looked… expensive.

She was not the disheveled beached whale that you were, that’s for sure.

Behind you, you can hear Tommy and Maria cursing. They stood there like bodyguards, waiting to see what Joel’s ex wanted.

“Can we talk?” she asked, looking at you and the rest of his family, who were all eyeing her with stern faces, “alone?”

You got up, wanting to give them privacy. Joel took your hand in his, not letting you go.

“No, anything you want to say can be said with her here.”

“Joel, please. This is important,” she begged.

“And I’m telling you that it’s important to me that she stays,” he said, his hand now wrapping tighter around yours.

Tommy pulled Anita into the apartment, Maria following behind. Frank and Bill came down with boxes in their hands, seeing this new scene with interest, slowing down before Tommy pulled them both inside too.

Laura’s face snapped shut.

“Is she moving in with you?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Joel, I made a mistake. Please don’t go through with this.”

“What’s your mistake got to do with me?”

“Sam… was not the guy I thought he would be,” she said, tentatively, her eyes still looking you up and down. “He’s been cheating on me.” Her head was bowed, unable to meet his eyes.

“I ask you again, what’s that got to do with me?”

“Joel, he’s kicking me out. He’s marrying his mistress. Laney’s nanny. All this time I thought he loved me, he said we could be a family, I thought I was doing what was best for Laney, Joel. She deserves to be with her father. But he never asked me to marry him. Laughed in my face when I ask him about marriage. Turns out he was fucking the nanny the whole time. What a cliché.”

“One more time, I ask you again, what’s that got to do with me?”

“I’d like to come back, Joel. I miss you.”

Joel was silent. You couldn’t read him at all. What was going on through his head right now? He was quiet for what felt like hours. His hand never leaving yours, rigid, firm. You brushed your thumb over his knuckles and took your other hand to rub his arm. Almost immediately, his body language softened.

“You miss me,” he said, his head shaking, almost laughing. “I take it you want me to raise Laney too?”

You stilled. Where was he going with this?

“No Joel. Sam’s keeping her. She… she has never really taken to me. He’s suing me for full custody.”

“Let me guess,” Joel laughed softly. “You let the nanny raise her?”

“Well, that’s what we pay her for, and I’m busy…”

“Oh, so you finally got a job?”

“Well… no… but I have a very busy life, Joel. It’s a full-time job to make the effort to look like this,” she said, laughing slightly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Ahh…” Joel nodded, “I see. So… let me get this straight. The man you left me for grew up, and is marrying the nanny, who I assume loves and takes good care of his daughter, unlike you, and now you want to come back to me? Me? The man you left because I couldn’t provide for you? Abused you? Controlled you? Never loved you?”

“Joel, I was young, stupid. I didn’t see you for who you really were. I realize now, you loved me…”

“No, Laura, I didn’t love you. I thought I did. But that was before I knew what love really is. You’re too late, Laura. My answer is no. Please leave.”

Joel turned around to go in, and you followed. Laura surged forward towards you.

“This is all your doing, isn’t it, you shameless bitch! You think I haven’t heard about you? You think I don’t know that’s not his baby?”

Joel let go of your hand and put himself between you and Laura, taking such aggressive steps forward she shrunk back.

“Don’t you talk to her like that. Don’t you talk to her at all.”

“Joel, come on baby, you cannot tell me you would rather be with her than with me? I mean, look at her…” she spat, gesturing at your pregnant body, your less than flattering clothes, your unmanicured nails and obviously make up and maintenance free hair and face (I mean… it’s the weekend, and you’re at home watching people move your stuff, why would you need to do your hair and wear make up? Duh!)

“Laura,” Joel was speaking through calculated breaths. “Listen carefully. Even if I am not with her, I wouldn’t touch you again with a ten-foot pole. I am never, EVER going to take you back. She and I are moving in together, and I have never been happier in my life, and I am never going to let anyone take that away from me, least of all you.”

“Oh come on, Joel. She’s using you.”

“Like you were? No. Unlike you, she’s working hard to provide for that baby. Unlike you, she rejected my attempts to help, wanting to work on her problems herself. And most importantly, Laura, I WANT to raise her baby, I will love and protect that baby like she was my own, because unlike with you, I am desperately in love with her mother.”

Laura got desperate. She was crying now, clutching at his arm, trying to get him to see reason.

“Joel, please, I don’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t want to go back to the farm, Joel. Please. We were so good together, remember? Please give me another chance.”

Joel pulled his hand away.

“I may not be rich, or even highly educated, Laura, but even I can see that you were toxic for me. Go back home to your parents, Laura, see if they will take you back. Maybe living on that farm will help you face reality. Learn from this. Leave me and my family alone. If I see you around my family again, I will get the law involved.”

With that, Joel pulled the main door shut, locking it, leaving Laura sobbing outside in the summer heat. He escorted you inside, pushing the slightly ajar door to your new apartment, only to be greeted by five nosy faces who were pressed close to it to listen to the drama.

Joel made you sit on the couch, going into the kitchen to get you more lemonade. The newly installed AC was doing wonders for you. Tommy, Maria and Anita were just staring at Joel.

“Well, so you CAN stand up for yourself…” Tommy started, “That was impressive, brother. Should’ve done that a long time ago”. Maria nodded, remembering how miserable Joel was all those years ago, when Laura walked all over him.

Joel sat next to you, handing you your lemonade, and you couldn’t help but be proud of him. It was very clear how long he had wanted to say all those things, and how difficult it was for him to say all that in front of you. But he did it. He stood up for himself, and for you and Babygirl Bean.

“Sorry you had to hear that, Mama. I know you didn’t raise me to talk to a lady like that,” he looked sheepish.

Anita waved her hand, “Oh honey, that was no lady. I forgive you baby,” she said, looking immensely proud of her son. She clapped her hands together, “Now, lunch break?”

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By evening, all your boxes, suitcases and furniture were in your new apartment. Everyone left after dinner, leaving you and Joel alone on the couch, reveling in the AC. You were cuddled up to him, your legs over his lap, his arms tight around your body, his lips on yours, never wanting to stop kissing you.

“So,” you began, “You are in love with me, huh?”

“Is that so surprising? Baby, I’ve been in love with you since you moved in upstairs.”

“I love you too,” you said, pulling his head down for another kiss. “I also heard you want to raise Babygirl like she was your own…”

“Of course I do. I’m in love with her Mommy,” he murmured against your lips.

“You sure you won’t regret this?”

“Never been surer of anything in my life.”

“Joel…”

“Hmm?”

“Why me?”

He paused, thought for a moment, and asked you right back.

“Why me?”

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When your pregnancy was in its 8th month, you got antsy. You basically became a writing machine, wanting to get in as much work as you can before Babygirl Bean got there. Joel still went to work, but made sure his Mama was home with you, just in case. Laura showing up scared him, worried that she might come back to hurt you. But Tommy assured him that he had it on good authority that Laura had gone back to her parent’s farm, having nowhere else to go and no one else to take her in, Sam made sure of that. A small part of Joel felt bad for her, but he knew that if he gave in and helped her, she would never leave, and he would do anything to ensure his life with you was not disrupted.

You kept your nose to your writing and Frank’s research. You had planned on a two-month leave, but Joel managed to talk you into taking six. You agreed, providing you can still do your writing during that time. He agreed. You two shook on it and everything, sealed with so many kisses. Your life with Joel went swimmingly. He hand-built all Babygirl Bean’s furniture, even stripping and repainting them three times when you changed your mind on the colors. That didn’t include repainting the nursery, the pink from all the stuff you’d been given clashing with the colors you had wanted, and he repainted twice, before you decided you just wanted white walls after all.

He was a favourite at your birthing class. The other moms kept eyeing him, even if their husbands were right there. Some single moms kept trying to get his help with things, asking him to practice their breathing with them, getting him to help carry things for them, touching his arms, complimenting his good looks. The poor man was all flustered, keeping his eye line on his feet, his hands always on you. It got so bad he just took to sticking to your side like a leech. It’s not that you were not jealous, of course you were. But there was a certain primal side to you that was extremely proud. All these hot moms and he picked you, who at this point felt as if you were much wider than you were tall. Not that he would ever tell you that. He worshiped you; he was insatiable for you. He would take you every morning, noon and night if he could. And my God did you let him. Even when you got too big, you experimented on different positions, and both of you were very willing participants.

Joel had certainly been your rock throughout your pregnancy. Whenever you needed to go to the library, he made sure he could go with you, sitting next to you, or at least in your line of sight as you worked, making sure you were alright. When you couldn’t sleep at night because you couldn’t get comfortable and became irritated as a result of it, he made sure you got whatever you needed to get some rest. You want food? He’ll cook. Tea? He’ll make it for you. A massage? Just tell him which parts needed massaging. Space? He’ll sleep on the floor – not wanting to be away from you. You always ended up begging him to come back to bed anyways, so that was that. When Babygirl Bean was particularly restless and active, he was the only one who could calm her down. Talking to her, telling her not to give you such a hard time, reading to her, singing to her, his voice always did the trick. Did the trick for you, too. You always end up falling asleep when he lulled Babygirl to sleep.

He took you to the farmer’s market every week now, taking you to brunch, letting you eat all the fruits from his plate every single time. You were so happy you were terrified something was going to happen to take it all away from you. You told Joel this one night, and he shushed you, holding you close, telling you all will be fine, he will make sure nothing bad ever happens to you. He didn’t tell you how terrified he was that that might happen, too. He laid awake at night thinking about it, just staring at your sleeping face, caressing your belly, certain that he would do anything to protect the two of you. His love for you and this unborn child was overwhelming, what if something went wrong? What if there were complications during the labour? And when Laura reappeared, he was terrified that he would cave in to her, his soft-heartedness sometimes being a barrier to his own happiness, but thankfully, he didn’t. What if Max came back? Would you be the same? Would you go back to him? The actual father of your daughter? People change. People change their minds. What if Max changed? What if you changed your mind?

At the next doctor’s appointment, he got his answer. As the two of you were waiting for Tess, Max showed up, his face the definition of gloom. Joel stood up, worried that he might do something unthinkable to you. Instead, Max offered his hand out for Joel to shake. He took it.

“Can I talk to you both?”

Joel looked at you, letting you decide. You held his arms close, not wanting to let go. You nodded. Joel sat back down, and Max sat a chair away from him, body turned to the two of you.

“I lost everything, Jules.”

“What do you mean?”

“My company. My business. Esther, the baby.”

“Something happened to Esther and the baby?” as much as you hated the woman, the thought of something bad happening to her and the baby was too much to bear.

“Well, I lost the company, my money, so I lost Esther and the baby. She ran out on me. Told me that she wasn’t even sure the baby was mine. That she wasn’t made to live in destitution. She found a better option.”

He held his head so low, you actually felt bad for the man. He took another deep breath.

“Look, I followed you here, I swear I don’t want to cause drama. But I didn’t know how else to contact you. Frank and Maria refused to give me your number. I could’ve just contacted you through Bill, but I need to tell you this myself.”

He took a deep breath.

“I know you have moved on, and I know you are happy. I am happy for you. Both of you. You two seem good together. I know I don’t deserve forgiveness, Jules, shit, the way I threw you out, after everything you had done for me. Maybe this is my karma.”

You and Joel just listened; your hands clasped together. You can feel Joel holding your hand tighter, afraid to hear what might come next.

“But I would like to beg your forgiveness. I am leaving the country. There are better job opportunities for me in Asia… and my life will be unpredictable for a while. So, I wanted to give you this. Bill already looked at it, he okayed it, had it notarized, kept a copy for himself,” he fished out an envelope from his pocket, handing it to Joel. “It’s a document that relinquishes all my parental rights to the baby to you, Jules. Believe me, I am not doing this to run away from my responsibility. You might think that I am, not that I can blame you, considering what I did when I found out… but I just… I don’t know if I will come back, or if I will ever be able to be a good parent to the baby. So…” he trailed off, looking genuinely upset at what he just did.

He stood up, holding his hand out to Joel again. When Joel took it, he pulled Joel into a hug, asking him for forgiveness, begging him to please take good care of you and the baby. Telling him he’s a good man, and he’ll be a great father. He turned to you, asking softly if he could have a hug goodbye. He hugged you tight, whispering he’s sorry again and again, telling you that you will be the greatest mother, because you had a great one yourself, and that he hoped all will go well for your doctorate, that he’s proud of you and all that you had done, that you were the strongest person he knew, and hoped that someday you can think of him fondly again.

And with that, Max wiped the tears off his face, turned around and walked away, out of your life.

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It was so hot that Friday night. You kept waking up, unable to get comfortable. Your back was killing you, your belly uncomfortably tight. You were three days past your due date. You had been having contractions on and off for a couple of days, but they hadn’t been too bad. You had woken up a very tired Joel three times in the past two weeks, convinced you were in labour, only to be told it was Braxton-Hicks contractions. The poor man was exhausted, since you had changed your mind again about the colour of the nursery wall and the furniture, not to mention he was out all day fixing this and that in the units for rent, and there was a long list of orders at his workshop. You went into the living room, switched the tv on, muted it so you wouldn’t wake Joel, and made yourself a cup of tea to help you sleep.

As you were watching some royalty discuss some arranged marriages on Netflix, a sudden, sharp pain caught your lower back, making you jump slightly. It went away after a few seconds, though. So, you got comfy and continued watching tv. About thirty minutes later, it came back, stronger this time, radiating from your back all the way around to your belly button, it lasted a while, but disappeared again. The third time it happened, you were bent double, you had to remember how to breathe. All you learnt in the birthing class flew out the window. But you really didn’t want to wake him. And by your calculations, even if this was labour, this was way too early to even go to the hospital. So, you waited it out.

You had decided to let Joel sleep in. If you were indeed in labour, you wanted him to get as much rest as he could get. Anita came over bright and early, having told you she would do so starting the week before your due date, wanting to be there in case you and Joel needed a hand. When she unlocked the door, you were on your fours, leaning against the couch, breathing deep, fending off another contraction. You told her not to wake Joel. Your contractions, if that was what they were, were still too far apart. Let him sleep. Anita helped massage your back, and things remained uneventful and calm for a couple more hours, aside from a few more contractions.

That calm lasted until Joel woke up.

When he realized you were having contractions that were bad enough that you couldn’t take them standing, he completely panicked. He ran around the apartment, grabbing useless things, stuffing them into a bag, completely forgetting that the bag had been packed and ready to go weeks prior, sitting ready by the door. Anita just watched in amusement, even recording him on her phone, gleeful that her oldest son was finally experiencing fatherhood, the way he had always wanted. You managed to stand after a particularly bad contraction, during which Joel was the one who clearly needed the breathing exercises more than you, and told him, as gently as you could, that he needed to calm down.

And then your water broke.

That definitely did not help him calm down. He had to be instructed to help you clean up and change, before needing a reminder for himself that he needed to change too. The journey to the hospital was chaotic, Joel cursing at cats and dogs crossing the streets. Damn cats. My girlfriend’s in labour! He didn’t calm down much when you actually got to the hospital, calling for attendants and nurses for a wheelchair, getting the bag from the truck and completely forgetting about you in the passenger seat, coming back for you only when the nurse at the registration counter asked where you were. You and Anita were howling with laughter, even a contraction didn’t fully stop you from laughing. Luckily, seeing you both laughing so much did calm him down, and he lifted you up from the truck, placed you gently on the wheelchair, and went back to become the reliable boyfriend you had known and loved.

Your labour was long. Tommy, Maria, Frank and Bill came by, went home, and came back again the next day, and still Babygirl Bean was nowhere near ready to come out. Anita finally told everyone to go home, and she would call when she arrived. After 48 hours, Tess gave you the dreaded news. The baby was starting to be in danger, but you were simply not dilated enough, despite the medications you were given. So, they were going to prep you for a C-Section.

You held on to Joel, scared out of your mind. Tess told him he could be in the room with you, if he’d like, and he quickly agreed. He was not going to leave your side for a second. He was shitting himself with fear, but he was determined to be strong for you and Babygirl Bean. They took him away from you to change into scrubs, and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. You needed his presence, his warmth to keep you calm. The nurses and Anita tried to soothe you as you were wheeled into the operating theatre, Anita holding your hand the whole way, telling you all will be well, that she will wait for you out here. You will see Joel soon, don’t worry.

When Joel returned to your side, you calmed down. His hand never left you, his eyes fixed on yours, his other hand stroking your head gently. His voice calming you down, telling you that you were the strongest person he knew, that you will get through this. That he loved you. He was right there. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Tess guided you and Joel to what was happening behind the barrier as they were happening. Her voice calm and steady, warning you of what you would be feeling, what she was doing, what had happened, and finally, she said the magic words.

“Babygirl is out.”

There was silence for a couple of seconds, and the room was rewarded with the screaming cries from a pair of very healthy lungs.

When she was brought to you, you felt as if you had known her all your life, and yet, this was your first meeting. You knew right there and then, you would do anything for her, die for her. She was everything your life had led to. It was then that you realized, as much as you loved Joel, you did not regret what you went through with Max, because it had led you to this perfect little girl in your arms. You felt this overwhelming feeling of love for this little girl that you had never felt before. A love that will keep on filling your heart, never spilling.

It seemed that she knew you too; her cries began to recede when she was placed on your chest, but when Joel spoke in his low baritone, saying hi to her for the first time, she stopped crying. Her tiny eyes opened, searching for that familiar voice that had always calmed her. Both of you couldn’t keep your eyes off her. She was perfect. Your sight got blurry from tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Joel couldn’t stop kissing the top of your head, whispering to you that she’s here, she’s perfect, she looks exactly like you, I’m so proud of you baby, you did it. His voice cracking from his own tears, his thumb stroking your baby’s face, telling her she’s perfect over and over.

“Would you like to cut the cord, Dad?” Tess asked. Joel looked at you, looking for permission, excitement on his face.

You nodded.

Once the cord was cut, you handed her to Joel. He held the tiny newborn in his arms, his size making her look tinier than she really was and kissed her over and over on her gooey forehead.

You swore your heart just about exploded at the sight.

So this was what happiness felt like.

You closed your eyes, contentment and happiness filling your soul.

And then the room was filled with the still sound of the flatline alarm from your heart monitor.

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The calm, emotional mood in the room turned to chaos. You had flatlined. A nurse came and took Babygirl Bean away from Joel. He was at your side within seconds, panic in his eyes. You were feeling lightheaded, your worst fear had come true; you were not going to see your daughter grow up. You held on to Joel’s hand, he was asking over and over, what is happening? You kept telling him you loved him, please love her like she was his own, please love her enough for the both of you. Please don’t let anything happen to her. He kissed your hand over and over, no baby, don’t talk like that. You are going to be fine. You are not going anywhere. Please baby don’t leave me.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!” Tess’s voice boomed.

The room fell silent, save for the shrill monotone from the monitor, telling everyone your heart had stopped beating.

Eh? But you were still leaving your last will and testament to a crying Joel.

“I am not seeing any problems in here and she still has a steady BP. Why is the monitor flatlining?”

A nurse came to your side, searching for something, bent down and picked up a lose wire from the floor.

You had knocked your heart monitor line off.

Oh.

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God, your daughter was so cute.

She had to be the cutest baby in the whole wide world, right?

Anita bogarted the baby, tears in her eyes, you are Nana’s favourite girl, she said. I love you, I love you, I love you so, so much.

Maria was practically swooning, trying to steal her from Anita’s firm grasp, it’s Auntie Maria’s turn now Babygirl… Nana needs to let go of her… Auntie Maria needs her dose of Babygirl!!!

Tommy was speechless throughout his visit. When Joel handed your baby to him, he sat stock still, so afraid he might break her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, whispering to her, you’re so cute. You’re too cute for your own good. You are going to be so spoiled Babygirl, no one would ever be good enough for you. Uncle Tommy’s got you Babygirl. You just tell me who hurt you and I will take care of it.

Frank was surprisingly calm, holding her like he had held babies in his arms all his life. You make sure your mommy and daddy read to you, okay? Good books. I’ll teach you to draw Babygirl, you have beautiful hands. You will be so artsy; I will make sure of it. You make sure you come see me when your Mommy comes to see me okay? Or else, I will come kidnap you at home!!! Uncle Bill would just have to deal with it, right Uncle Bill?

Bill’s reaction was the most surprising of all. The usually quiet, grumpy, stoic man burst into tears as soon as Frank gently placed your baby in his arms. He was so overwhelmed he couldn’t even speak. Just stared at her for so long through his sobs until Joel decided he missed having his Babygirl Bean in his arms again and took her from him.

He got in bed with you and placed her gently in your arms.

The room fell silent. Tommy and Maria took pictures of what they all saw – a family.

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That night, after the everyone had left and your baby had been taken to the nursery, the two of you laid in your bed, much to the chagrin of Nurse Grumpy Pants. But she told you that you needed rest, and rest for you required your personal human heater, Joel Miller, wrapped around you.

“Honey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Would you be okay if I put you on the birth certificate?”

“As the father?”

“As HER father.”

He kissed you.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

“Yes? It’s a hell yeah!”

“So, you’ll help me register the birth certificate tomorrow?”

“Of course. Is it still your mother’s name? With your last name, right?”

“I’m thinking I’d like the last name hyphenated now, if you don’t mind.”

He kissed you again. Long and sweet, his thumb brushing your cheek for a while, before he took his hand away, and placed it in your hand, along with something hard, covered in soft velvet.

There was a ring box in your hand.

He kept his face next to yours, his calming voice not even above a whisper in the quiet room.

“Will you marry me? Do me the honour of making me your husband? I cannot see my life without you and Babygirl Bean anymore. I want to be your husband, be her dad. I want to marry you, I want to adopt her, make you both mine, officially. Because baby, I am yours and Babygirl Bean’s. My heart belongs to the both of you. Make me the happiest man on earth? Please? Marry me?”

You took his face in your hands, kissed him deep, your tears mingling with each other’s. The world was silent. There was just the two of you in this moment. It may not have been the most romantic proposal that he had originally planned, but the moment felt right. When you both broke the kiss, he searched your wet teary face with anticipation.

“Yes.”

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Ellie Williams-Miller was brought home two days later, and it was clear from the start that she was daddy’s little girl. She would spend hours in Joel’s arms, needing to hear his voice to fall asleep, having gotten used to it in utero. He, in turn, was completely in love with his new daughter. You have a picture of him laid out on his tummy next to her on your bed, his face turned towards her, and hers, his, just watching her sleep, love in his eyes. He had taken to fatherhood like fish to water. It was as if this was the reason for his existence.

The two of you got married a little less than two months later, a small ceremony in his mama’s backyard, just family and close friends. Ellie was, of course, the ring bearer, with the help of a very willing Uncle Bill. You had gone to the courthouse the day after to register your marriage, and for Joel to sign papers to adopt Ellie, now officially his Babygirl, not that there was ever a doubt that she was.

You had planned a short honeymoon for the three of you. You had your final post-partum appointment with Tess the morning you were due to leave and came home to Anita and Maria waiting for you in the living room. They were taking Ellie with them for the duration. What? No! Joel would never agree to this. But Joel came out of the room, a bag in his hand, and handed it over to Maria. He had planned this. You were conflicted. You had left Ellie with Anita and Maria before, but never overnight. Joel pulled you aside, telling you it’s alright, it’s only a few days, and they will take good care of her. It’s our honeymoon, baby. Let’s enjoy ourselves, alone. Let me spoil my wife, hmm?

When you thought of what he said, and the conversation you just had with Tess, you reluctantly agreed. So, you said a teary goodbye to a clueless Ellie, who was so happy to see her Nana and Auntie Maria she didn’t even notice she was being taken away. You spent the next hour getting ready to leave, sobbing the whole time. You were crying so hard even Joel had second thoughts, almost going over to his Mama’s to get Ellie back. Joel picked up your suitcases to put in his truck, ready to start your journey, but you stopped him. You forgot to pack something. Go wait in the truck. You will be right out.

The truth was you were heartbroken to separate from Ellie. But he was right. It’s your honeymoon. It should be about just the two of you.

What you didn’t tell him was, you were terrified. You and Joel had never been alone together since you gave birth. You had been pregnant throughout your relationship, but now that you were no longer with child, you were worried about what he might think of your body, sans baby. You had the privilege and security of being pregnant for any… jiggly bits your body might have before. And the two of you hadn’t had sex since before Ellie was born. In fact, Joel had never seen you fully naked since you gave birth. You were so insecure with how your body looked you opted to change with the doors closed.

Also, your relationship being more on the unconventional side, you had never really flirted, or even seduced him. You hadn’t done that in a long time, not since you were much younger, much more confident and had the perfect figure with Max. You and Joel had sort of fell in love without much flirting, just going along with the rhythm, and you being pregnant had not helped with your self-confidence, often feeling too silly, awkward and huge to flirt with him. And the way your body betrayed you during pregnancy was not exactly romance and seduction adjacent – you had been gassy and swollen throughout, poor Joel having to endure all your farting and burping and constant peeing and constipation throughout your pregnancy, all of which happened in the early stages of your budding relationship. So, no. Romance was not exactly an area you were an expert in.

But now, you two were headed for your honeymoon, alone. And Tess had given you the all clear this morning. As nervous as you were, you wanted your husband. So badly. So, while Joel was putting his suitcase in the truck, you went to your closet, fished out a small paper bag you had hidden at the back of it, and quickly shoved it in your suitcase. You decided you will just have to endure it all, do your best at seducing your ridiculously good-looking and sexy husband, and hope for the best.

The journey only took a couple of hours. Joel had rented out a small cabin by a beautiful lake in a small-town resort just outside the city. Throughout the drive, he held you hand, making small talks with you. He asked you how the appointment with Tess went that morning. Fine, you said. Everything going as it should. You can tell he wanted to ask you more, but you changed the subject, wanting to surprise him.

The cabin was beautiful. You had a gorgeous view of the lake and surrounding mountains from the balcony, a fireplace, and a huge bathtub. After a quick phone call to check in on Ellie (you didn’t want a video call, in case you change your mind), Joel asked you to get ready for dinner. He had made reservations at the restaurant, eager to take his wife on a first proper romantic night out. You two had never been on one, you always busy with your schoolwork. So, your dates so far had consisted of going to the farmer’s market and perhaps a dinner or two at your favourite restaurant.

You got ready in the bathroom, as usual, wearing your surprise for him under the dark red dress that you had brought. Even the dress was making your nervous. You had only been wearing the most comfortable maternity wear every time you two had gone out, not figure-hugging dresses. So, when you opened the door to the bathroom, you hoped to God Joel would like what he saw.

You stood in the doorway, one arm leaning on the door, the other on your waist, legs slightly crossed to show off your dress.

The two of you stared each other up and down. He was dressed in a black dress pants, a dark red dress shirt tucked into it, the sleeves rolled up his arms. He looked… delectable. He in turn, was staring at you with his mouth slightly open, unable to say anything, swallowing visibly, before clearing his throat, asking if you’re ready to go. A small part of you deflated. Did he not like what he saw? But as you were stepping off the deck, he took your hand in his, kissed it, and said, “you look beautiful, baby,” a small smile on his face.

Seduction attempt one – not quite so successful, but not too bad.

You’ll take it.

Dinner was delicious, and so romantic. The restaurant was set up for romantic dinners. Dim lighting, candles everywhere, soft music playing. You two were sat opposite one another, your legs entwined underneath the table, his hand holding yours. You made small talks, but you wanted to warm him up for later, so you took your shoes off, and brush your foot up his legs. He flinched slightly, before removing his leg out of the way. But before you could feel rejected, he traced his finger on your arm, looking at you with his soft eyes, and told you he loved you. “Happy Honeymoon, Baby,” he whispered, before kissing your hand again.

Seduction attempt two – kinda worse than attempt one, but still not too bad.

You’ll take it.

He led you to the dance floor and led you in a slow dance, softly swaying you side to side, kissing your hairline, telling you that he felt like the luckiest man in the world. But when you pressed your body up to his, wanting to kiss him properly, he jumped away from you, and said he needed the restroom real quick. When he returned, he gave you a quick peck on the lips, another on your cheek and kissed you on the hand, saying you should probably head back.

Seduction attempt three – that felt like a fail, but you did get a kiss out of it. So, maybe, not too bad?

You were beginning to feel defeated, but you’ll take it.

You took the long path back to the cabin, walking hand in hand in the dimly lit path along the lake, just savouring the night. It was quiet, but it sure was not in your head. You were on your honeymoon, and your husband was acting all jittery whenever you attempted to get close to him. Did he not want you anymore? Oh God, it’s the dress isn’t it? You’re fat. He didn’t like seeing your fat ass in the tight dress. That’s it, isn’t it? How dare he? How dare he not want you? You can barely breathe in this stupid outfit, and he didn’t want you? Hmph. You’ll show him. You’ll show him what he’s missing.

When you got back in the cabin, you waited until he had shut the door, before jumping him.

You pressed him up against the door, got on your tippy toes and kissed the living daylight out of him. You can feel his breathing change, his crotch hardening, but he was still… not really reciprocating. You can feel him holding back, his hand was back to their original limit - at your waist only. You could feel him getting hard, but his body was rigid, he wasn’t returning your kiss the way a man who had not had sex with his wife in two months should be.

Seduction attempt four – most definitely a fail.

You can’t take it anymore.

You stopped kissing him, took your shoes off and walked off into the bedroom defeatedly. You sat on the bed, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He came in, stopped just inside the doorway, a worried look on his face. What’s wrong baby?

“You don’t find me sexy anymore, do you? I'm fat, right? You don't like my body anymore?"

He was kneeling in front of you in seconds. His hands on your face.

“What are you talking about? All I want is you. Baby, you're beautiful. All of you.”

“Then why do you not want to touch me?”

“Baby, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. You just gave birth two months ago, you had major surgery, I thought we had to wait?”

“Yeah, but Tess gave me the all-clear this morning.”

His eyes turned dark. “She did?”

“Yeah, and I wanted to surp…umph…”

His lips were on you, climbing up the bed with you, his hips between your legs, his arms on your ass, lifting you higher up the bed. He hovered over you.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, she said I’m healed, I even asked her to put me on birth control.”

“So, I don’t need a condom?” he sounded hopeful.

“Nope.”

He lowered himself on you, his erection evident between your legs. You couldn’t help it, you canted your hips up to his, chasing the delicious friction it was giving you. He groaned, moving his hips with yours, wanting to make you feel good.

“Driving me crazy,” he said as he peppered kisses all over your face, jaw, neckline. “Want you so badly, you look delicious baby. So fucking hot and sexy in your little dress. Teasing me, rubbing yourself all over me. Got so hard I had to get myself off in the restroom.”

You pushed him off you.

“What? Was that what you were doing after the dance?”

He smiled sheepishly, “I was so desperate for you it only took a few strokes. Couldn’t walk around paying the bill with a raging hard on could I?”

Damn Miller, way to make your wife feel sexy. You got off the bed. He followed, but you pushed him back to sit at the edge.

“Well, I have a surprise for you, Mr Miller.”

You leaned down on him, and kissed him breathless, before turning around and asking him to unzip you. You smiled when you noticed his hand was shaking, his heavy breaths filling the quiet room with anticipation. You took a few steps forward, and shimmied out of your tight dress, bending down as you did so, your thong clad ass fully in view for him to see.

It’s gone quiet. You can’t hear him breathe anymore.

You turned around slowly, and there was your husband, holding his breath, his jaw slack, his eyes roving all over your body, now only covered in a pair of see-through lingerie made of delicate white lace, unable to decide where to look first or next, his hands white knuckled on the sheets next to him, his pants dangerously tented.

“Baby? Do you like it?”

He gasped, finally broken out of his daze, but still unable to speak or move.

When you got in between his legs, his hands seemed to work again, grabbing your ass, running them all over your body, pulling you down on him, kissing you breathless. He shuffled up the bed, and you followed, getting on top of him, lips still together. You grinded your hips over his clothed erection, earning a long, deep moan from him, but you were not planning on stopping. Shit he felt good, even clothed. His breath was ragged, so were yours. His hands stayed on your hips, helping you grind yourself on him, as you climbed higher and higher, coming with a wail of his name. He didn’t even give you the time to come down, flipping you over, before very quicky standing up, taking his clothes off, almost toppling over trying to get his socks off.

He climbed up to you, got between your legs, taking in your smell over the skimpy white lace covering your mound, rubbing his nose all over your sensitive nub. So pretty, he whispered. You shivered in anticipation. He traced the thong with his fingers, before ripping it right off you. He looked at you from between your legs, something he hadn’t been able to do the last few months you had sex and ravaged you. His eyes were closed, savouring the experience, thoroughly destroying you layer by layer, making you see stars, galaxies, and beyond. Your legs were shaking by the time he was done, your entire body so lax and pliant, you were convinced you were made from jelly. Your aftershocks lasted forever, and he slowly made his way to your lace covered peaks, while his hands tried to soothe you from your high.

He teased your nipples through the lace until they were stiff, telling you these were pretty, maybe he’ll spare them, so you’ll wear them again. But he sucked on one of your nipples, and tasted your sweet, sweet milk… and that was it… bye-bye expensive lace bras. He tore them off you, complaining that they were in the way. He traced his tongue on your leaking nipples. One more look at you, may I? You nodded.

And he wrapped his lips around one peak, gently sucking on it. When a burst of milk erupted into his mouth, he moaned, his face full of pleasure, his breath heavy, and he brought his hand to the other breast, pinching its peak between his fingers. You were writhing. The way he was drinking from you had you weak, joy and need clearly evident all over his face. He switched when the flow slowed, and groaned so loudly when the other source gave him more of that sweet nectar, his hips rutting onto yours, so you reached down, and guided him into your entrance.

You both fell silent when he pushed in, mouths hanging open, eyes closed. Joel stayed still in you when he had pushed all the way through. Fuck baby, I missed this. I missed being inside you. You feel so good baby, fuck… I love you. I love you so much. You were babbling, feeling so full, so good, you couldn’t form a coherent string of sentences. You wrapped your legs around his waist, not wanting him to leave, both of you just breathing together, kissing each other whispering sweet nothings to each other.

When he finally moved, it was with so much tenderness. You felt his absolute love and devotion whenever he made love to you. Whispers of love, of ecstasy, the need for each other filled your ears as you two moved together, faster and faster, until there was nothing left but bliss.

Needless to say, the two of you didn’t partake in any of the romantic activities Joel had planned for the trip, thinking that sex was not part of the option. You spent your days making love, ordering room service (but it’s expensive Joel!), taking advantage of that huge bathtub and being naked the entire time.

It was almost as if you were on your honeymoon, and your husband loved your post-partum body after all, and you were worried for nothing.

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Maria was busy running after the kids, the twins had escaped from their father and was busy chasing after a duck. Your youngest joined them, gleefully waddling after her cousins to join in on the duck chasing fun. Ellie was busy drawing flowers and bugs with her Uncles Bill and Frank, and their newly adopted girl. You were giving Anita a much-needed foot massage, having been on her feet all day keeping up with her overly active grandchildren. Joel and Tommy were manning the grill, having ridiculous brotherly arguments about how best to flip a burger.

When the burgers were ready, the kids wrangled up, the adults taken a breath, the small family sat at their picnic tables, sharing food, drinks, stories and laughter as family would. All of you had made these getaways a yearly event, taking time out of your busy work life to just enjoy each other’s company.

The family had grown since it started. Maria and Tommy got married, and their twin boys Jack and Daniel, now three years old, arrived a year later. Sarah Williams-Miller joined your small family not a few months after that. Ellie, now six, was besotted with her baby sister. Frank and Bill, now a permanent part of your family, adopted their little girl, five-year-old Dina a few months ago, she and Ellie already causing havoc wherever they go. Anita lived with you and Joel now, the two of you bought a new house with a mother-in-law suite not far from campus where you are now proudly teaching.

Ellie and Sarah were both Daddy’s little girls. Joel had always said he was born to be a girl dad, and he had fulfilled that role proudly. Ellie was always more interested in paints and music than make up, but since Sarah arrived, he was often going to work with his nails painted and his hair clad in flowery clips just in case his girls video called. He had cleaned his nails and taken the clips off for work one time, when Anita video called him for the girls. When Sarah realized her Daddy had taken her special paintings and clips off, she cried with such heartbreak that Ellie didn’t speak to him for hours when he got home for making Sarah cry. It broke his heart. So, the man endured the teasing he received at work and resorted to walking around the house with his hair tied in various neon coloured rubber bands and his face painted with fake make-up, just to appease his youngest girl, and her more tomboy-ish big sister by extension.

When the kids had gone to bed, the adults went about savouring the quiet and peace, Frank and Bill chose to read, Anita was knitting, Tommy and Maria went for a walk by the lake.

You stood at the edge of the water, looking at the moonlit view, thinking about how much your life had changed in seven short years. When you came home that fateful day, finding your two suitcases packed, you had thought that your life had ended. Little did you know that your life had just begun. That heartbreaking day had led you to this day. How happy you were now, how content. A pair of warm hands made their way around your waist, followed by the solid warmth that was your husband’s body pressed against your back, and a kiss behind your ear, which then trailed down to your neck, the hands beginning to travel to naughtier bits.

“What do you think you’re doing, Mr Miller?”

“Just showing my wife how much I love her, Dr Miller.”

You turned around and hugged him tight.

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For loving me.”

“Not a hardship baby. Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“I love you, so much.”

As he kissed you silly, you closed your eyes, quietly grateful that you decided to be brave, and give love one more try.

The End

#joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you

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ageravena · 4 months ago

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You know what, the Fairly OddParents fandom has been quite tame. Let's spice things up a little bit.

Doesn't anybody else get that silly feeling when you see fanart of Peri being like a father to Dev, like... where's the rest of you 😍? Don't be shy, show us where Dale is. Or are you too scared? (I wouldn't blame you, I was too at first)

Small warning: this post includes slight swearing and many brain-numbing headcanons. I'm not responsible for any mental anguish you may experience

I would like to quickly apologize to the 6 people shipping Peri with Dale. I thought I was the only one but it seems like I've finally found my people. Anyways, back to the topic.

Now that you're here, I may as well show some more art of these two goobers +some silly headcanons. These are my AUed* versions of the two in my odd semi-realistic style that I completely ditch whenever I don't have the patience to draw faces (I often suck at drawing them. No wonder all my OCs are furries)

Note: him being slightly chubby and him having mobility issues are both headcanons I have shamelessly borrowed from others in the fandom. Also am I the only one who thinks Peri WOULDN'T be 6 ft tall? In the series he's like 5 apples tall, so wouldn't it make sense for him to be a bit short?

Note: there's like a bunch of lore explaining the reason why Dale looks so fucked up in my version. I scarred him for life, oopsie! But at least he has Peri now who "forces" him to go to therapy 😍. I may need to make a seperate post where I only talk about him and his past if I have the motivation.

I know a lot of you don't even know the pain of trying to convert a stylized character into a realistic style and still making them look good and kinda recognizable. I envy you who have less realistic art styles.

*And yes, I did say AU. More specifically I'm talking about the "Missionaries of Eden AU" (by me). I'm not gonna go into detail now, but basically it's a semi-biblical and more serious take on FOP, where the fairies are angels, anti-fairies are demons and pixies... I think they can stay as pixies, or maybe they're ghosts, bees? (There's a lot of things I still need to figure out) Their tasks are to work as missionaries on the planets of Eden (planets where life exists). There's a bunch of other lore (some of which I've explained on my casual/personal account on Instagram), but it's best I leave it for another time.

Btw: if you've seen me talk about a "Below the Stars AU", "Bible AU", "Ager DLC" or something else, it's all just the same thing. I just had a hard time coming up with a good name for it lol.

Also speaking of which, I have another post coming up (hopefully) where I explain my reasons for shipping Peri and Dale. It can honestly, out of context, seem like a toxic yaoi crack ship, but believe it or not but I managed to make it the opposite; plausible AND healthy. I want to enlighten you all plus I really want to yap about them.

It feels super funny to ship such a underrated ship. I'm used to shipping semi-popular ships, so to now be all alone feels kinda fun! They have so much potential and so few are seeing the vision?? Though to be fair I'm also glad it's not that famous lmao.

Ps. Ignore the fact I haven't posted anything here for at least half-a-year. All my mutuals are on Instagram, so I don't have a need to post here, though now I've decided to dedicate this account to hyperfixation slop so maybe you'll be hearing from me much sooner.

Ps. Ps. I currently have a 22-page-long google doc filled with lore and info about almost everything I've thought of for the AU, but it's 80% in Finnish so sharing it is useless.

Man, I love writing unnecessary long posts knowing I'm the only one reading them❤️😍 though if you HAVE gotten this far, here's a little treat:

My body refuses to draw Dale in his original outfit. I like to pretend Peri helped him change a bit (most notably taking off his goddamn shoes, though they do have some lore that I've created. GGHHRRAAA EVERYTHING HAS LORE ATTACHED TO IT GRRRR). Also Dev isn't actually grumpy, he just likes to act tough.

My art style looks probably so inconsistent❤️

#peri x dale #fop peri #fop dale #the fairly oddparents: missionaries of eden au #the fairy oddparents a new wish #the fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents

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radiocurrency · 4 months ago

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FANFICTION MASTERPOST

Hi, my name is Jay and I like to write gay vampire smut.

My AO3 account is brandedforeverlame

I am currently publishing a Devil's Minion fanfic series entitled 'If You Had Life Eternal'.

Almost all my fics are Rated E. All with Armand x Daniel as the main pairing unless otherwise stated.

1. Loving You's A Bloodsport

(4016 words)

Post 2x08 turning fic.

After Louis leaves the apartment in Dubai to head to NOLA, Armand decides to reveal all to Daniel.

2. Lestat and Daniel's Grand Adventure (Lessons In How To Provoke Your Maker)

(29,562 words) multichapter. COMPLETE. Lestat and Daniel friendship buddy fic.

It's been one year since Daniel was turned and he still hasn't heard from his maker.

Daniel decides (against his better judgement) to reach out to the only other immortal he knows besides Louis for help to track down Armand.

Also please check out the absolutely awesome fanart my lovely friend Anna @once-delight made for this fic right here. Anna is also the official beta reader for this fic.

3. My kingdom for a kiss upon his shoulder

(3,788 words)

San Francisco, 1978:

Daniel makes a spur of the moment decision and Armand reacts accordingly.

4. Arms Tonite

(4,760 words)

Yes. The fisting fic -

It lay on their kitchen bench, framed in golden light which streamed in through the window of their Tuscan apartment.

“Uh… whose arm is that?”

Daniel has never been fisted and when Armand offers to change that, Daniel can't help but make a comment that brings out the Gremlin™️

5. To All Besotted Souls

(2,564 words)

The first time Armand and Daniel have sex during the chase years.

Pompeii Ruins, Naples, 1976

And now he was here - waiting on this strange demon with whom he was pretty sure he was in love with.

Could you fall in love with the monster under your bed?

Could you fall in love with a guillotine blade as it hung over your neck?

6. My Casual God

(1854 words)

Rashid!Armand x Daniel smut. Before the reveal.

Daniel saw an image of Rashid wearing that fucking low cut v neck black shirt. His dick twitched in interest and he squeezed it gently

Fuck. Wow, Ok. He was going there apparently.

7. Pass the Nirvana

(1590 words)

Daniel has a pussy + impact play

If Daniel was sleeping and Armand wanted his body it was a no brainer.

Wake him the fuck up!

In which Daniel gets a little more than he imagined.

8. So Glad To Meet You (Angeles)

WIP. Multichapter (2 up to far)

Based around my OC Tyler Molloy - Daniel's Grandson. DM as background pairing but focused on Tyler's story and Molloy family bonding/issues/dynamics

Daniel Molloys grandson, Tyler, had an escape plan. He was getting the fuck out of New York and to a fresh start in Los Angeles where he could finally live authentically as himself. He just had to steal his Step Dad's credit card, book a flight, and tell NO ONE where he was going until he got there

Especially not Aunty Kate...

Or Daniel and Armand.

What could go wrong?

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And there's plenty more on it's way. I'm almost always writing and love to talk to any fellow DM writers. Please feel free to follow/ask/dm me :)

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girlnextvore · 5 days ago

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OC Deep Dive - Rosa Núñez

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

In life Rosa feared commitment very very deeply but was in a cycle of doing NOTHING about it. She dated the girl her parents picked out for her (as a man at that point) and was even ready to propose cause her dad said it was time

In her vampire life Rosa fears killing on accident very deeply, she sees it as the final showing she is no longer her own person. She also has a fear of deep water. And being seen as "replaceable"

Do they have any pet peeves?

SHE HATES BEING TALKED DOWN TO. And she hates getting attitude when trying to help.

She dislikes people who can not see the deeper meaning in things like art. She gets super angry when someone picks a flower with no purpose for it. She also hates those who attack the insecurities of others.

Also dirty nails. As a gardener and botanist she is always making sure her nails are clean.

What are three items you can find in their bedroom?

You would find ALOT of plants but mostly Holy Ghost ORchids as its what she needs for her bane to sleep. She has them usually put around her bed and some physically on her bed. ALso other plants hanging above her bed

You would see ALOT of really cute vintage platforms, its one of the few luxuries she loves. She loves a cute platform knee high boot more then anything

The portrait of her and her wife that is in a frame made of human bone.

What do they notice first in a person?

Face shape, like literally how their flesh hangs on their skull. She loves interesting facial shapes, after that is smell. She is very into the scent of a person so she tries and places it quickly.

If its a more business or serious setting its how someone speaks. She will ignore physical looks and smell to HEAR you, she believes so much of how someone is is the way they speak to someone and use their voice.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

This is complicated.

Physically: I will say her tolerance for Physical pain is FAIRLY HIGH. She is a Koldun and alot of her sorcery requires her to do BIG AMOUNTS of damage to herself and even sometimes with fire. She takes it in stride pretty well. Also her and her wife get into "Freaky shit" So I am going to give her like a 8 out of 10. I will say however even if she can HANDLE IT her body will give out alot sooner then her mind will

Mentally: If its anyone thats NOT her wife like a 8. If its Alezya like a fucking 3 if THAT. Her Resolve is her highest stat but it just doesn't matter when its Alezya she knows how to really get in there deep

Emotionally: Basically the same thing as mentally. Like a 7 but when its Alezya it knocks it down to like a 5.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (Or freeze or fawn?)

Oh its actually flight. Very rarely does the "pressure" get to her but when it does she fucking leaves. ITS HER WORST TRAIT, She is really tough and will stand by you but if it ever gets TRULY HARD on her she might run

What animal represents them best?

So I usually use a weeping Willow to represent her like even in my mind her Beast is a old and scary tree. But if I had to use an animal.

I think the pfeffer Cuttlefish. Its cute and its rare to run into it but it can kill and it kills so easily. Even without wanting to do it. Also the other worldly nature of it works perfectly for her.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"Extremely beautiful and kind (She has the 4 dot looks merit)" Very much feels and looks as if she is wise beyond her years. Even has a motherly vibe for a woman so "young"

I think once she speaks to them it shifts to "Beautiful but also strange. She almost looks sad under that smile"

Do they have any hobbies?

Oh Rosa's main hobbie is botany and cross pollinating plants. She also enjoys sewing every so often and other artist things. She presses flowers and also designed 90% of her own tattoos.

Besides that she has been trying to catch up on music so she listens to atleast 100 new songs a week. There is also Koldunism but she doesn't consider that a hobby anymore since she is a fairly accomplished Koldun at this point in her unlife

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Thank you @aztarion for tagging me! I alrady did it once but this was a good excuse to do it again for Rosa!!!!

I already tagged a fair bit of people last time but ill tag @eric-the-bmo @rhiannon42 NO PRESSURE if you dont wanna do it!

#Rosa tag

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hockeyforbabes · 1 month ago

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Birds of a Feather Ch. 2

MASTER LIST

A friends to lovers romance with pining, tension, humor, and eventual smut <3 Luke Hughes x Female OC

This chapter is longer than the other and has some slight sexual implications but no smut... yet. Hope y'all like it!

A/N: Thank you for the love I received on the first chapter, this is my first time writing so feel free to message me with requests or advice. Just be nice please <3

5 years ago- Luke's POV

"Addie I've got you," I say holding her hands.

"This was a terrible idea, I'm going to fall and break something," She says clinging on to me for dear life.

Addie has lived in Michigan for 5 years and this is the first time I have managed to convince her to go ice skating. She has come to plenty of my hockey games but I have never been able to get her on the ice. She always argued that her feet were meant to stay on "solid non-slippery ground". Watching her flail around like Bambi I am beginning to think maybe she was right.

"I'm not gonna let you fall you just need to trust me," I say slowly skating backward and pulling her along. "You just need to relax, it's easier if you don't overthink."

"Easy for you to say, you were practically born with skates on your feet," she argues but she begins to ease into me as she gains her footing.

"Just like that, one foot at a time," I gently encourage.

As she slowly glides one foot at a time with my help I take a moment to observe her. Her brown hair is falling in curls down her back with a beanie on her head. Her cheeks and nose are a light red from the cold of the rink. She looks so pretty.

She is wearing one of my hockey sweatshirts because she complained that it was colder than she thought it would be when she arrived at my house. Honestly, I don't mind though, the sight of her in my hoodie sends an odd feeling to my stomach that I try to ignore.

"Ok I think I am getting the hang of it," she says standing a bit straighter, "You can let go but stay close."

Releasing her hands I move to skate next to her. The past year or so I began to hit my growth spurt and now I stand a few inches taller than her but I admit I like it.

"See it's not too hard when you just let yourself glide, gotta be confident," I say.

"No I still think it's hard," she protests, "I have no idea how you do this all day every day."

"Hey, I could never dance like you," I say and skate ahead to show off some stupid dance moves.

Tossing her head back laughing at my antics she begins to lose her balance and I rush over to catch her. Wrapping my arms around her waist I catch her right before she hits the ice.

Pulling her up and into my chest I let out a sigh of relief, "Maybe I shouldn't let go quite yet."

Nodding with a flustered look on her face she agrees. I know I should release her from my arms but I get caught up in the feeling of her in my arms. Realizing it has been a moment too long I let go and take hold of her hands as we begin to slowly skate again.

Fuck, I think I'm in love with Addie.

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Present- Luke's POV

I've been in love with Addie since that day at the rink. It started as a crush when we both hit our teens and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she had become. I tried to convince myself it was nothing serious and ignored the jealousy I would feel when she talked about other guys.

As time went on and we grew I knew I was head over heels for her. Not just because she is beautiful but because she is kind and funny, and I can't imagine a life without her. She gets me in a way nobody else does, she understands I enjoy quiet, she knows how to cheer me up after a bad game, and she is just as happy sitting on the couch with me as she is going out.

When we were both 18 I almost told her how I felt, but we were both heading to different colleges across the country and I knew that would make things harder. Despite the physical distance between us the past few years our friendship has never been stronger.

Part of me was relieved by the distance because I was hoping it would lessen the feelings I have for her. I quickly realized when I got to school nothing would help, I was too far gone. I found myself comparing every girl to Addie and nobody could measure up.

Knowing now we will be living close to each other fills me with an alarming sense of hope. I know it is a lot to risk but I can't sit around and torture myself forever. If there is a chance she could be mine I need to try.

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Present- Addie's POV

Feeling the rays of sun peak through the blinds I roll over with a groan not quite ready to be awake yet but unable to fall back asleep.

Today is the first full day at the lake house and I was already excited to go out on the boat. More of the boy's friends would be arriving later this week but this week is reserved for family and girlfriends so it is quieter. Having been Luke's best friend for so long I fell under the family category but part of me worries if I still will when he gets a girlfriend one day.

Getting out of bed I throw on an old sweatshirt and head to Luke's room. When we were kids we used to share until Ellen decided we needed to sleep in our own beds for "safety" when we got older. Nothing like that ever happened like that between Luke and me but I understand why she did it.

Now that we are older his parents don't always come down and they don't care what happens with sleeping arrangements so we go to and from each other's rooms.

This time I make sure to knock on Luke's door really loud before opening it with a hand over my eyes, "Are you decent?"

Hearing Luke groan a yes I uncover my eyes to see him still in bed. He is shirtless but sure enough pants are on.

"Why are you up so early?" He asks sleepily still cuddled into the covers.

"I couldn't sleep, I'm too excited and you know I sleep better with you," I say crawling into bed next to him.

"Ok well lay down I'm not ready to wake up," he says and motions for me to lie down

Getting comfortable on my side of the bed I wrap myself in the covers being wrapped up in Luke's scent. Feeling immediately relaxed I drift off.

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I'm not sure how long I have been sleeping but some time later I begin to stir. I'm tightly tangled in the covers and my pillow has flattened to be much harder.

I try to turn over and realize I'm stuck, slowly opening my eyes I realize I'm not stuck. I'm wrapped up in Luke's arms and legs, and the rock-hard pillows are his chest. Sure Luke and I have cuddled before but not quite like this. Not with him shirtless. Not with our position so intimate.

Not sure what to do I slowly start trying to untangle myself before I am startled by the sound of his voice, "Stop moving Addie, not ready to get up yet," he groans.

When I don't stop trying to get out he rolls us over putting my back on the mattress with him lying on me. His face is in the crock of my neck and his legs are intertwined with mine, his hips right below mine. This causes me to stop moving completely.

"Luke, what the hell are you doing?" I ask

"I'm holding you, just let me hold you," he whispers into my ear still half asleep, "Just a few more minutes, and then we can get up."

I stop my efforts to get up and lie there with Luke. I admit this feels nice having him so close and the view of his muscular back is enough to make any girl happy. I decide to ease into him and wrap my arms around him drawing shapes with my nails down his back.

"Mmm that feels good," Luke groans slightly rolling his hips into mine unintentionally.

My movements still momentarily. The sound of his sleepy voice and groan send a shiver straight down my spine to between my legs and I have to fight the urge to snap them shut. What the fuck is happening? And why am I not stopping it?

About 5 minutes later Luke's alarm begins to off and he groans as he rolls off me standing up to turn it off.

"Guess it's time to get up," he yawns stretching acting like nothing weird was happening

I catch myself staring at his abs flexing while he stretches and I stand up, "Yeah I should go get ready for breakfast," I say quickly exiting the room not waiting for a response.

When I get back to my room I slam the door shut and take a staggered breath. What is happening?

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Luke's POV

I know what I was doing this morning. I used the ruse of being groggy but I knew what I was doing. Having her sleep in my bed wrapped up in my old hockey sweatshirt I couldn't resist pulling her into my chest and when she didn't protest I just went with it.

When she woke up and tried to escape I wasn't ready to let go of her so I took the bold move of changing our position. She was the one though who decided to scratch my back and she knows that is a weak spot of mine.

I barely stopped myself from getting an embarrassing boner and I couldn't stop myself from instinctively rolling my hips into hers. At that point, I was sure I fucked up but then I felt the small shudder she made and the way her legs tensed around mine.

She liked it. That was all I needed to hope that maybe I could make a move. Maybe the friendzone isn't quite as impossible to get out of as I thought.

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Walking into the kitchen with a bit of pep in my step at this morning's realization I sit down at the table with everyone else, taking the seat next to Addie's.

"Good morning everyone," I smile.

"Woah Lukie what's got you all chipper?" Jack ask.

"Oh nothing, just slept really good," I say sending Addie a sly smile when the boys aren't looking making her cheeks turn pink as she looks at her cereal.

"So boys when are your ladies arriving?" I ask.

Jack chuckles and shakes his head obviously confused by my behavior still, "They should be here around 2:00".

"Oh good, I need some girls to talk to," Addie says.

"Tired of me already?" I pretend to be hurt.

"Never Lukie," She says patting my head.

Finishing up our breakfast we all begin to clean up and make plans to get out on the Lake.

"Luke you can use the bathroom first I already showered," Addie tells me.

"Okay I'll make sure to lock the door this time so you don't try to catch a peak," I tease.

"Woah what did you just say?" Quinn says.

"He is lying, it was an accident!" Addie yells trying to defend herself turning red, "And it was Jack's fault he told me to just go in!"

Jack laughs, "Yeah sorry about that, thought he'd have it put away by then."

Turning to Addie I say, "Ok I'm done teasing you about it, just had to get it out one last time," as I walk downstairs.

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After getting ready I head to Addie's room knocking on the door, "Hey you almost ready?"

"Yeah come in I need help tying my swimsuit," She shouts through the door.

Opening the door I take a small gulp. I've seen Addie in a swimsuit countless times but I still can't help but feel like the same 15-year-old boy who drooled over her the first time he saw her in a bikini each time. She is standing in front of a mirror in a simple red bikini but she looks beautiful and hot, but mostly beautiful.

Stepping behind her with shaky hands I tie the back of her top, taking notice of how she shivers when my hands brush her back.

"Thank you," she says with a smile, "You ready to go?"

Giving her a nod we make our way out to the boat. Today is gonna be fun.

#luke hughes #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes fic #nj devils #lh43

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bellamby · 3 months ago

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I saw Transformers One. I am so normal about it (SPOILERS AHEAD)

(Some OC doodles to hide the spoilers! If you have a cool name for her, lemme know ^^)

Honest Review: 9/10

I went in with high expectations and I was not disappointed. The best summary I can think of is that this movie is truly a love letter to the fans.

I could rant for days, but I'm gonna break it down into sections so I don't talk myself in circles ^^

Story:

The story focusing on how the war began was such a good move on the writers' part! It showed a version of Cybertron that I haven't really seen in other Transformers films, and the setting was incredibly explored.

When it comes to the origins of Cybertron and the whole "Primus/Unicron" battle, I think it was well explained considering the limited time they have in the movie.

Overall, a well-paced and actually interesting NON-HUMAN-FOCUSED story, but I will agree with others that I just wish the movie had more time to explain some things. That's basically my only complaint: the movie wasn't long enough 😭

Art:

The animation style is gorgeous, and really takes inspiration from that Retro/VHS style and colours and merges them with a shiny modern look. It took a good chunk of inspiration from the 80s vibes and I think that really showed how much care was put into it.

When it comes to the designs, I freaking LOVE the way we see them level up throughout the movie!

Characters:

Orion Pax/OP = I loved him. I will love him in every continuity, but this one especially, showing him with all his flaws and then how he rises above them for what he believes. His relationship with D-16 was so well built up, and to see it torn down so harshly as the movie went on was the level of brutal I was expecting.

The scene where he finally gets the Matrix of Leadership was SO well done. My hype for Solus Prime will never die.

D-16 = He needs a hug so badly. He's the classic tale of "Never meet your heroes". To see him shift from "I made peace with my misery, why did you have to ruin it?" To "I'm going to destroy the people who made me this way" was such a painful thing to watch. But I can't even be mad because this is literally what Megatron's whole story is about.

His origin will almost always come from a point of seeing injustice and wanting to rise against it, and they showed the lengths he'd go to really well here.

Elita One = MY QUEEN. I will follow this woman into battle any day of the week (and so would Shockwave). I feel like there was a point where she was mainly just regarded as "Orion/Optimus' GF", but they really separated her from that stereotype in this. She's not just "pink Orion Pax", she's a character in her own right.

Seeing Orion have to earn her respect helped show just why the two hold each other in high regard. I hope we get to see more of her as a Commander in the sequel!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE = MY PRECIOUS BOY. Okay, there was a point in the trailer where I was really worried he was going to just be the comic relief character who makes a joke every time something serious is happening, but instead he's an awkward bot who means well. He doesn't always get it right, but he also doesn't actively mess things up for the group.

Bumblebee's wholesomeness was so well captured especially the part where he's like "Orion Orion! Watch me cut these guys in half!" While the guys in question are literally running away in fear. He's so cute, I can't. I am going to fight D-16 if he's actually the one who tears out his voicebox, I swear to Primus.

Can you tell who my favourite is? ^^

Favourite details:

- Starscream's high-pitched voice origin. The second he started sounding like that I was like "OHHHHH, MEGS DID THAT?!?!"

- "I'm...speechless" BEEEEE STAAAAWWP

- Alpha Trion's "ROAR" era.

- Sentinel's Death. I love that we can get away with gore in PG films when it comes to robots. Man literally got snapped in half like a KitKat, and the age rating people were like "...yeah, 5-year-olds can watch this"

- Origins of the Decepticon symbol being from Megatronus. Before, I just headcanonned Megs sitting over a desk with several balled up bits of paper trying to come up with a super cool symbol to show his Ex that he'd moved on (he hasn't)

- Chromia's little moment of rage when she won the Iacon 5000. Not enough people talk about Chromia, but I love how Ironhide matches her wild, slightly-unhinged energy.

Conclusion: Hasbro, more movie, please

I NEED to know where this goes. This movie is such a fresh change of pace from all the hesitation and back and forth in recent years. There have been so many different series and continuities starting up that it seems Hasbro is unsure of which one will stick, but this is my plea to them:

YOU HAVE STRUCK ENERGON, HERE, DO NOT WASTE IT

We're getting a sequel either way, but it's up to Hasbro whether that's written by them or by a hero on AO3 or Fanfiction.net

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. I have several nights of crying to do now.

#transformers prime #transformers one #optimus prime #megatron #bumblebee #elita one #transformers oc #transformers

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k-looking-glass-house · 1 year ago

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Sam Fairy Gala~ Flower and moonlight

Gah I'm a bit shy to share my "crazy" lore" about twisted wonderland, but you already know that I love making outfits.... Kinda the reason my mascot/"oc" can sew and create outfit.... I also have an obsession with the NRC staff.....hnnnnnnnn *help them*

Anyway in my lore Sam was an NRC student for only his 3rd years (around 17/18 y.o), getting his mage certificate and taking shortly after the shop! He already has his familiar K and tried all sort of way to get very rare items during his scholarship!

Mister Crewel was the almost futur NRC alchemy teacher, he tried an only girls school before thinking it would be only cutie, soft stuff and talk.... While it was only cat fight to panthers/lioness fight and love letters, with some crybabies moments (that's what he said!). He returned to his former school making Trein already tired about the situation! He tried each time to put every puppies in good stylish outfit!

Mister Crewel took a soft spot about Sam (knowing since his teenage days about Sam's grandfather and the shop) and vice versa. They help each other to get items they want (actually they kept from spilling:blackmailing the fact that they both smoke behind Mystery S shop, catching the other by surprise from time to time)~ And so Mister Crewel helped Sam getting some fairy powder, while K would help with sewing the fairies's dresses and they would both promote his fashion collection during the next Fairy Gala~

In the end the fairy gala is a success, K is revealed to eat blot (canon to her disney counterpart), Mister Crewel has fairy blood and can't stand alcohol and Sam believe in fairy tale and has one of the pure heart a fairy could sense (the Fairy Queen said so).

You can see more of it ....somewhere on my tumblr ah ah

Sam (NRC student)~ SR Moonlight De Vil suit

Summon Line: "Even shadows appear under the moon light, gnee hihihi" Groooovy!!: ....Finally....FINALLY HA HA HA!! I got the fairy powder! Home: I am ready, so are my friends on the other side gnee hihi~ Home Idle 1: I must say that when Mister Crewel told me that he could help....I didn't believe it at first! Looks like everyone has their secret! Home Idle 2: Fairies are truly something, my sisters* were right about them, back in our childhood stories! Home Idle 3: This night is truly something, between Mister Crewel "STAY!" and K making him berseck....*sigh* I must stay strong and not get eaten by shadows~ Home Idle - Login: Glitters! Jewel! Silk!! IN STOCK NOW! That's what I would say if I was a seller! Home Idle - Groovy: Thank you Ko-yousei-chan! Yes I'll give you Mister Crewel personal jewel designer contact~ Gnee hihi! Home Tap 1: Mister Crewel is part of the De Vil fashion's house, that's truly something, no wonder he has such style! Home Tap 2: If you want to attract fairies, be kind, be nice, be polite and pour a lot of glittery things! ....Also being handsome help! Home Tap 3: I don't need a bell to talk to fairies, we learned it with grandma it's important to talk to any kind of friends gnee hihi!! How? It's a secret, I'm not going to tell you! Home Tap 4: Arwwghhrr K please stop eating the flower, we'll get scold again by "KURUELLA"! Also stop eating the remain blot TOO!! Home Tap 5: I'll be sure to make good use of that fairy powder! Home Tap - Groovy: Ha ha ha! Somehow it was a good night! We had a lot of fun! Right everyone?!

.....we don't even see the lotus pattern huh....

-Credit-

Sam fairy gala (young version) concept done by me

The lanther bell was ref from "Handbook of ornament; a grammar of art, industrial and architectural designing in all its branches, for practical as well as theoretical use" (1900)

#twisted wonderland #twst #sam twisted wonderland #twst sam #k imeart

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borom1r · 8 months ago

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WAILING @theshakespearetrash sent me 2 ask memes for Boromir asks (who is very much Not my OC skfhshfjjs but I will Always do character analysis I love character analysis so much. rotating him so fast in my brain. microwaving him on high)

+ not to be a kinnie on main (voice of a man who is always a kinnie on main) but I will be answering these all w/ a sort of Boromir-lives scenario in mind -w-

anyways ask meme 1 + ask meme 2

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget?

ok I feel like it’s the cop-out answer to say “his fall to the ring” but I feel like Boromir is the sort of person to.. not like stew on things but very much takes the stance of “good or bad, all my choices got me to the current moment and made me who I am.” + I feel like there’s so much tangled up in his fall completely beyond his control where that’s the only memory that he’d like. actively want to erase from his mind

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

HM. good with kids. I think unless you’d seen him with Faramir/his cousins when they were younger you wouldn’t guess (he’s a soldier and a very plain man when he’s not putting on a show for his father), but he’s just genuinely great with kids

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

loves too much + quick to lose hope. painfully aware of this

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

fight response. 100% the kind of man who gets kicked out of a haunted house for punching a scareactor even though he knew a scare was coming. Faramir and Aragorn have both almost gotten throttled bc they unintentionally snuck up on him

5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

OOO. When He Is Of Sound Mind, not actually very far. he was raised with the knowledge he would be giving his life to Gondor, whether he died in battle or sat on the throne as steward. add to that the act he puts on for Denethor, everything he does to protect Faramir— he’s a man born to serve. his own wants come last

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

it would take. a DESPERATELY long time and an almost complete degradation of his mental state. Boromir arrives in Rivendell in October 3018, and the very next day is the Council, at which point he sees the ring and is IMMEDIATELY influenced by it. yet he doesn’t fully fall to it until the end of February 3019. he’d been fighting its pull for almost four whole months by the time he does anything malicious. resisting the One Ring for FOUR MONTHS. <- reasons why if I see someone call Boromir weak for falling to it I will see red.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

teehee obviously again Boromir is not my OC so I will take this as an excuse to Be A Kinnie + say, I do remember Boromir being returned to us sometime after my coronation. so that’s one way my memories differ from canon, which is sort of an answer to this prompt snfjsjfj

8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

OH YEAH. I mean yeah if we’re talking like actual criminal murder and not just Slaying People On A Battlefield like. yeah 100% he would IF he was within Minas Tirith. you know Denethor would do everything in his power to cover that up lmfao

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

YEAH YAYYYY I GET TO MAKE MORE PPL LISTEN TO CROM AND BARONESS!!!!

anyways “have you ever seen a man so strong have you ever seen a man so great when he fights time stands still and everything seems so unreal but deep inside of him this man is torn” what if I bit things about this song

+ also listening to Magnolia and Shock Me by Baroness with Aragorn/Boromir in mind makes me ill. im Unwell.

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

HMMMMM The Frankenstein Chronicles gave me brain worms so I might write a Frankenstein-inspired thing at some point. sth sth consequences of divine resurrection

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

RAAAAGH. AUTISM TIMEEEEE.

Boromir uses a hand-and-a-half arming sword (meaning it’s balanced for single or double-handed use, with a crossguard). it’s a really elegant sword, very simple and utilitarian. speaks to an adaptable combat style as well. but, interestingly? Boromir carries a Rohirric shield, and if you notice Rohirric swords don’t actually HAVE crossguards the way Gondorian blades do. this tracks, and was common with Roman and early Germanic swords— BECAUSE these cultures were Also relying on shields for blocking.

and an additional note, Faramir’s sword is single-handed. so we’ve got a ranger who prefers the use of a bow and hasn’t experimented much with his sword combat, and his brother who prefers a sword and carries a very versatile blade with 1) a Rohirric shield and 2) a ranger’s vambraces designed to protect his arms from a (nonexistent) bowstring. I just find Boromir’s mix of protective gear so interesting, esp if you consider he and Théodred as at LEAST friends. like Boromir carries so much of the people he cares for with him into strange lands even when he (arguably) has little need for such gear

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

yes and no. I think, not consciously? but he absolutely values himself lower than the people he cares for. he goes to Rivendell to keep Faramir out of danger, he takes multiple arrows to the chest and keeps fighting to defend Merry and Pippin. I think if there’s a risk of someone he loves getting hurt, all self-preservation goes out the window

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

oh I would be staring at him like a predatory animal and trying to psychically convince him to lay on me in full armor

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

HGH. ok I don’t think he necessarily. does?? and this is generally a Silly Little Headcanon bc of a comment a Most Beloved Friend made abt how everyone gets their autism from their dad (real+true) + now in my head “haha Faramir got his autism from Boromir instead” BUT. like genuinely I don’t think Boromir has an actual image of himself in his head or like processes that ppl perceive him, necessarily. and particularly when his father is holding him up as this aspirational figurehead for Gondor, like… I think he’s just himself, in his head. idk how to describe it well for the neurotypical ppl in the room snfskfjs sorry. like I don’t process myself as having Traits so ppl tell me they think I’m cool or funny or they enjoy being around me and it’s always like “!!! oh!” + I think Boromir is the same way. I think Faramir could describe Boromir to him + Boromir would just be like. “huh.”

15. Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

it’s Sean Bean + it will always be Sean Bean. sorry other Boromirs you simply pale in comparison

16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

VERY high by necessity. he’s a soldier he’s absolutely patched up his own injuries before, at least to hold over until he could see an actual healer

17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

ahh. I wrote a very personal fic exploring self harm urges w/ Boromir, so I suppose that

18. Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

very personable, when he’s of sound mind sndnsj

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

oh he’s a silent anger type for sure. just seethes quietly. hello, consequences of spending time in an environment where you have no actual outlet for your anger + must simply sit there and Stew.

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

again, When He’s Of Sound Mind, no. the man’s got a big heart and life’s too short to be petty

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

hitting him with the autism beam bc I can. I do also think he’s lost at least partial use of his arm in a Boromir Lives scenario, considering where the first arrow struck him

22. What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

HMMM neutral good. he’s not chaotic enough to be.. chaotic (lol), and I think he’s too willing to go against Gondorian Popular Opinion to be lawful.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

HMMMMM pain, actually. or “weakness.” I think if he can quantify it in his head as “showing weakness” then it’s getting stuffed in a mental box and Not Addressed

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

ok well. None. I think with his circumstances he had zero choice in his path. HOWEVER. I am deeply DEEPLY fond of Boromir learning how to play an instrument after the war ends. I STILL struggle to blow my wassail horn that shit takes SKILL that I do not currently have and Boromir was the BEST at blowing his horn?????? I think he deserves to learn how to play an instrument, esp bc Aragorn, Merry and Pippin would ALL be delighted to have Boromir play while they sing. Boromir learning hobbit folk songs????? Rohirric songs, to honor Théodred?? yeagh.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

HES SO. FUNDAMENTALLY LOVING. love is such a core aspect of his character he is so wholly loving that the ring has NO CHOICE but to try to twist that love. bc it’s all Boromir has. love. im going to throw up abt him.

AAAAAAAAAND:

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

has he ever BEEN completely alone? mm, no. has he ever felt that isolated? I think absolutely, by the time the fellowship leaves Caras Galadhon. obviously he doesn’t deal with it well el oh el.

as for how he acts when no one’s around to see him… I don’t think much changes, tbh. he’s not the kind of man to Perform for anyone except his father, and then with the express purpose of placating the man and keeping his ire towards Faramir to a minimum

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

been betrayed? hm. truthfully, no, though I’m certain he felt betrayed by Aragorn’s reluctance to be anything resembling a king.

has He betrayed someone? Technically Yes, though again, if we apply the qualifier of “When He’s Of Sound Mind” the answer is no. his betrayal comes under the influence of a Malicious Magical Artifact Which Has Been Fucking With His Mind For Months, so.

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

ooo, hm. I think not, actually, though it is a fun little idea for angst

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

gestures wildly at canon. I mean that’s his lowest. we’ve all seen it.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

again, canon— to see his people safe. he’s very open with that desire, lol

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

AH. canon again. though what he does to move past it… mm. quite a lot of atonement, I think. perhaps of the self-destructive, working-himself-too-hard variety. I do think speaking with Faramir about *his* experience with the ring would help, because Boromir is the first to hold Faramir up as this sort of paragon of Goodness. so I think to know *Faramir* was tempted would help him better ground his experiences as, like…. Not A Deep Moral Failure Exclusive To Himself

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

ehehe. this is one thing I’ve touched on in a Faramir-centric fic, but the idea that the ring showed Boromir visions of Faramir dying at Denethor’s hand should he fail to return with the ring.

had Boromir lived to discover Denethor had nearly burned Faramir alive…… Mmmm. mmmmmmmm.

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

worst possible? if he’d actually managed to claim the ring. I shan’t elaborate -_-

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

MM. his own actions. dead friends, dead loved ones. though if you mean literally, haunts him, I do like to think that Théodred’s Oðr pays Boromir a visit every now and again

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

see above. handles it?? mm. atonement, again. direct action. he accepts it and does what he can to make it right

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

HATE? Orcs, probably. Sauron. that tentacle motherfucker outside Moria. he’s not a hateful man, so. shrugs.

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

that ended badly in the interpersonal sense? mm, unlikely. more ended badly in the “somebody fucking died” sense.

I do think he had One (1) fledgling romance in Dol Amroth that ended with the other squire dying and that was sort of the catalyst for “ah. If I love people they’ll Probably Die, so maybe I won’t do that” baggage that he didn’t really unpack until, I think, Théodred. add the additional layers of Denethor Being Denethor and Boromir having such great standards to live up to…. with all the love in my heart, that relationship only happened bc Théodred saw Boromir, went “I need to fuck that Gondorian so bad it makes me look stupid” and proceeded to work his way through 1700 layers of gondorian mental bullshit just so he could suck some dick (me too bestie)

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hm. my first instinct is to say “not much” but ultimately I think he’d hide anything he can quantify as “weakness.” his own distress, any physical pain if he needs to be up and moving, etc. he’s only able to share that earnest moment with Aragorn in Caras Galadhon bc of Galadriel’s influence. he’s not used to being seen. so, if there is sth that would hold him back from fulfilling his duty as a soldier it is absolutely getting hidden/ignored.

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

hm. not necessarily Hunted, but I do think he is followed by Denethor’s expectations. it’s sth I’ve talked abt in another ask + that I go into in the costuming doc but such a key element of Denethor’s design is his son’s motifs but Richer, Grander. so… I do think Boromir is constantly alert of, like, how his father will perceive him, bc there is this very insidious sort of competition, this need for Denethor to show his sons up (whether a conscious need or not). and I do think that would weigh on Boromir quite heavily

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

mm again I think he only really wears a mask/performs for Denethor. anyone else would be too much effort for too little reward. at least if he plays Golden Son for his father, it keeps Faramir from being harassed as much

however, as for who gets to see him when he’s.. not just unmasked but actually RELAXED… Faramir, his uncle and cousins, Théodred, Aragorn, the others in the fellowship but particularly Merry and Pippin

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

does he have nightmares? oh definitely. what he does in the small hours of the night? depends. if he’s on campaign/traveling/otherwise away from Minas Tirith he will either lay there in his bedroll and Think (bad) or get up and write letters. depends entirely on where he’s stationed/who he’s with. if he Is at home in Minas Tirith, I expect he just goes for a walk + looks at the sky

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

I think I’ve pretty much answered all of this above, so skfjsjdh

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nah, he’s not ❤️‍🩹

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

answered w midnight for the most part— I’ll just add that no, he wouldn’t really talk about his nightmares. that requires showing vulnerability lol. I think Théodred and Aragorn are the only two who could coax him into speaking about his nightmares/fears (he wouldn’t want to burden Faramir with such nonsense)

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

answered sorta (yes he has a high pain tolerance) but worst pain? gonna go with three orc arrows to the chest

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

HMMMM again I don’t think there are many secrets. I do think if Denethor found out he liked men it would be disastrous

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

hm. I think he’s generally at ease with himself, or at least content with Not Thinking About These Things. I think, had he directly survived the arrows, he would have to grapple with like. the idea that he did prove Aragorn’s fears about men correct (whether Aragorn would agree with him or not)

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

Four Months Of Slow Mental Degradation Due To An Accursed Magical Artifact!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

(no he wouldn’t torture anyone else)

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

hm. He would say mostly physical wounds. I’d argue a mix of both. he’ll accept as much care as he needs to stay on his feet and fighting. worst wound is definitely still arrows lol

#THANK UUUUUUUU THIS WAS SO FUN #I love character analysis sooooooooooo much snfjsjfjhd

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part thirty-two

❝ EFFORT ❞

MONDAY — JULY 30 — 5:02AM

AFTER AN EVENTFUL DAY OF NEVER COMING OUT OF BELLAMY’S ROOM, BENTLEY WOKE UP ON MONDAY MORNING LAYING BACK TO BACK WITH HIM.

And the first thing he thought about was Bruce.

He wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell him everything so bad — about the parties and the nightmares and the teachers and Tyler and Chloe and the (maybe?) Secret Keeper and his father. He wanted to just lay it all out at his feet so he didn’t have to deal with it alone anymore… but he couldn’t.

Because if he did, Bruce would come get them and take them home, and someone else would move into the dorm. He’d never see any of them again.

He had to show Bruce that he could do this no matter what kind of problems he had — he was thirteen, and he could deal with his issues by himself. He didn’t always need his dad or his brothers to swoop in and do it for him; he was capable. More than capable.

So for now, he decided, not a Wayne in the world would know a thing. Would it be easier on him if they did? Sure. But getting whisked home to live a life of solitude while every other teenager in the world did whatever they wanted didn’t sound like an ideal situation. Plus, he was pretty sure he’d have lost his mind if he didn’t stop homeschooling when he did.

It was okay. He was okay. Everyone was okay. Everything was okay.

He’d just focus on school — it was a good enough distraction. He did have seven classes to survive, and nine friendships to maintain.

(Or eight, if… Asten didn’t want to talk to him.)

So he decided that’s what he was gonna do. Just be a teenager, and try his best to forget about all the existential dread stuff.

He woke up, blocked the number his father had called him from, and left Bellamy’s room to go get ready.

It was only a little after five, so he was able to get into his room and do everything he needed without waking Asten up, which was nice — because he wasn’t sure where they stood. They hadn't talked at all since the fight, but Bentley did end up in bed arrest in Bellamy's room, so he guessed it wasn't really either of their faults.

He grabbed his bag and all of his things out of his room and left, shutting the door softly behind him. Should he go back in Bellamy's room? Or just sit and the dining table and do something silent?

That moment was about when his phone vibrated in his hand.

The name on the text message was Chloe Singh. (He'd changed it almost immediately after she gave it to him.) It said: Hey, meet me at the fountain at 530?

He didn't even have time to think about replying before a second one came: Or at breakfast, if you're not a psycho that wakes up at 430 for school like me.

Bentley hummed to himself, typing a quick response.

Just text me when you're ready. I'm already dressed and all.

He hardly had time to look away before another message blipped onto the screen. Oh, okay! I'm ready then, haha.

With a faint little smile and a shrug, Bentley made sure he slid his keycard into his phone case and made for the door, leaving the dorm with his schoolbag in the dark.

When he made it down the stairs and the several sidewalks it took to get to the fountain with the willows, Chloe was already there in her uniform with her bag. Her blonde hair was tied up halfway with a black ribbon, and pin-straight so it looked extra long. She glanced back at him when she heard him approach and sent him a friendly wave, which he returned.

Were they technically friends now? How many times did you have to cry in front of someone before you became friends?

With that on his mind, Bentley made for the bench she was on, dropping his bag near his feet and taking a seat next to her.

"Good morning," She said quietly, eyes focused on campus staff that seemed to be moving something into the art building across the way, past the willow trees.

"Good morning," He replied.

"Listen, I just... wanted to apologize for Saturday night," She sighed, looking down at her lap and deflating slightly, a stark comparison to how confident she looked in class or the halls. "I had a massive breakdown and it was really weird. I word vomited so many unnecessary details."

Bentley shook his head, glancing over at her. "Don't apologize. We all have our moments. I, in particular, have had at least thirty since I moved into Redwood."

Chloe glanced at him, furrowing her brow. "I never imagined Bruce Wayne's heir would have moments."

"I wasn't always his," Bentley shrugged, forcing his father's voice out of his mind, focusing on Chloe's brown eyes that were watching him. "Anyways, it's no problem. Breakdowns suck, but they suck even worse if you're alone."

She blinked and looked away, then back. "That's why I wanted to say thank you," She continued, glancing down at her hands, fiddling with her fingers. "For being there for me. I... can honestly say I don't have anyone else, as pitiful and attention seeking as that sounds. Living a double life is really hard when everyone only knows the fake part."

Bentley watched her breathe in deep, then blow it out. "Anyways, not to get all pitiful. I think I have the rumors handled on my end... my roommates were the only ones who knew I was going to meet you, and they swore they wouldn't say anything. What about yours?"

"Only two know I was gone, and they won't say anything," Bentley shrugged. "I think we're safe."

A beat passed.

"Thank God," Chloe exhaled, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "I'd never forgive myself if a chimp like Tyler Abbott got ahold of information like that. He'd have the entire campus believing whatever he wanted about us in, like, ten seconds."

Bentley didn't reply.

"Hey, you okay?" She continued, lowering her volume just a little. "You seem preoccupied."

Bentley shook his head in an attempt to shake himself back into the present and out of whatever routine of self loathing his mind was trying to put him in. "Yeah, just pretty drained. I've been really stressed lately."

"I'm sorry..." Chloe mumbled, and Bentley shrugged.

"It's not your fault," He continued, waving her off. "What about you? Were you okay after the other night?"

Chloe shrugged. "Same... just kinda drained. Emotions and their stupid, stupid existence have a way of doing that. But I'm feeling okay now. Practice for cheer tryouts starts after school today, so I pretty much am required to be okay."

A beat passed.

"So... did you and Layla end up having fun at the dance?" She questioned, looking across the way at the willows, a little hint of something he couldn't quite place filtering through into her words.

Bentley shrugged. "It was okay, but I... didn't go with her. I went with my roommates. To see the band that was playing."

"Oh," Chloe nodded to herself.

Another few moments of quiet passed.

"I... wanted to ask you something," Chloe started, turning to face him slightly on the bench, getting this... he wasn't sure. Embarrassed sort of look on her face. "You can totally say no if you want to; I know I'm not the easiest person to stomach."

"What is it?" Bentley questioned, turning toward her a little, too.

Chloe breathed in and out. "I know I was really mean and weird and stuff when we met, and I don't have any clever excuses to talk myself out of that. But I still... wanna be friends with you, if you want."

Bentley watched her nervously tuck a piece of hair behind her left her, her brown eyes straying down to the bench they were on.

"Yeah... I'd like that," Bentley replied, watching her anxiously pick at her nails. "But you... I don't want it to be some kind of ploy for your mom. If we're gonna be friends, I just... want to be friends. Not for anybody else."

"A hundred percent," Chloe nodded. "She won't have a clue I'm even talking to you anymore. She seems to have moved on in her searching for my perfect future divorce since I blew it with you already. Which means we're in the clear."

Bentley hummed in acknowledgment, glancing at her for a moment more before looking out at the trees again. "Can I ask an awkward question?"

"Sure," Chloe shrugged. "Can't be more awkward than me word vomiting my entire life's story, and my mothers."

Bentley found it in himself to chuckle at that. "I was just... wondering. Since you were only kinda acting, did you... mean what you told me? In class?"

Chloe glanced over at him quickly, her brow furrowed, before she seemed to realize what he meant. Her face flushed pink and she looked the other way. "That you're hot? I-I mean, yeah, I guess..."

Bentley didn't say anything.

"God, why can't I talk to you?" She mumbled, resting her elbows on her knees and dropping her head into her hands with a nervous little laugh. "It's so weird. Being, like, real. I always know what to say when I'm pretending."

Bentley shrugged. "Maybe you should... not pretend."

"I can't do that!" She said suddenly, sitting up. "My mother would disown me if I even thought about acting contrary to how she wants."

Bentley hummed. "How does she know what you act like here at school?"

Chloe looked up at him, a cringe spreading across her face. "She's the assistant Dean. She lives on campus."

Bentley blinked. "Oh..."

"Yeah..." Chloe shook her head. "I literally can't get away from her and her prying eyes through the school-day. That's why I wanted to talk to you now, before the day starts."

Bentley couldn't even imagine his father watching him like a hawk like that. When he first went to the Wayne's to, quote-on-quote, destroy them, he could hardly fathom the anxiety caused by the fact that his father may have possibly been watching. But Chloe's mom, putting her up to something out of greed, punishing her when she failed, watching her to make sure she was perfect... maybe they weren't so different after all.

Bentley didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

“So, are you liking it so far, here? I’ve heard Gotham is way different from New York,” She questioned. (How many times was he going to be asked that question?)

He shrugged. “New York is really cool. I like it here. It feels more… alive.”

Chloe nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “There’s so much that goes on, it's hard to get away from it all. That's why I like it so much here.”

Another beat passed.

“So, if it's not off limits, what are your powers?” Bentley questioned, glancing over at her. “I haven’t seen or heard anything about them.”

“Oh, I…” Chloe started, looking off at the trees ahead of them. “I… uh…”

Bentley could recognize discomfort when he saw it. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I just…” She trailed off, breathing deep and holding it for a second, then exhaling. “I don’t have any.”

Bentley furrowed his brow. Wasn’t Redwood only for metahumans?

“My sisters do, and I have the genes for it, I just… they… haven’t appeared yet. My mom says that sometimes it takes a lot to make them show up,” Chloe shrugged.

Bentley vaguely remembered hearing something about that when he was dealing with the whole Dr. Keene disaster -- it was like how Nico’s super speed only started to show up after he learned he was adopted, and only really showed up after he got kidnapped and put in a big machine that messed with his DNA. He remembered that metahumans finding their powers was… usually due to trauma.

He wasn’t quite sure what that said about the rest of the Redwood students. But maybe it was a good thing that Chloe didn’t have hers.

“I guess we’ll just have to see, then,” Bentley shrugged.

“I guess so…”

They fell into a comfortable silence, looking out at the willow trees in front of them.

Okay.. maybe Bentley had ten friendships to maintain.

When breakfast came around, Bentley sat across the table from Asten.

They didn’t say anything to each other. Bentley looked over at him a few times, but he was always talking to Rockie, or looking down at the table, or across the room. Valor was watching the both of them -- Bentley noticed his gaze a few times, calculating, contemplating -- but when Bentley’s eyes met his, it always switched to a supportive smile, faint enough to go missed by everyone else but present enough to be a little comforting.

Bentley and Asten didn’t talk at lunch, either.

And when music theory came around, Asten only spoke to Rockie, and Bentley only spoke to Vera, and in free period, Asten sat with Rockie, and Bellamy and Valor sat with Bentley. It was…

Weird.

He went to practice soccer with Varian and Koa, and they talked about nothing and everything. He went to dinner, where Asten deliberately ignored him even though they were within whispering distance from one another. And then he did his homework at the dining table, and listened to his roommates talk, and hung out, and texted Chloe, and went to bed without saying anything to his best friend who was sleeping one bunk away.

As wrong as it felt, Bentley was the one who’d been right. Asten was a hypocrite and all the lovely things Bentley had said in his anger fueled haze. So, for this one time, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t going to allow himself to apologize.

If Asten wanted to talk to him, Asten was going to have to put in the effort.

And as far as Bentley could tell, right now, he didn’t care very much.

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