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dark-frosted-heart · 4 months ago
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Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 15
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As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.
Ale ran around the lawn of Crown Castle’s gardens, his fluffy fur similar to freshly-baked sponge cake flowing with his movement.
Kate: The weather is nice and it’s fun running around with Ale.
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Ellis: Hehe, it is fun. Kate’s happy face is cute.
Liam: Since Kate and Ale came, we’ve had more time for stuff like this.
Ellis: Yeah, you’re right.
(Ever since I’ve started helping out with looking after Ale, I’ve naturally been able to spend more time with everyone outside of missions)
When I squinted at the bright sunlight, I caught a figure through a window.
(Ah, Roger!)
When our eyes met, I waved at him in his room.
(...I hope I’m not making some kind of face. Am I smile naturally?)
(Ah, but he could hear my heartbeat from there if he wanted to…Calm down, calm down)
I acted as if everything was the same as usual, but my mind was full of memories from last night.
~~ Flashback ~~
Kate: If I were to fall in love, then I’d want us to fall together.
Because of that, I won’t ever confess that I like you until you believe that love exists.
~~ End flashback ~~
(I did pretty much just admit that I liked Roger)
By the time I noticed how the drug named Roger made its way into my body, it was already too late.
However…it didn’t matter how much I liked Roger if it was unrequited.
(Yeah. I want Roger to like me back)
Kate: …Looks like I’m more selfish than I thought.
Liam: Hehe, you’re talking out loud. Is it about Roger?
Kate: …How did you know?
Liam: If anyone didn’t, then they’re seriously ill. They should be sent to a hospital for being so clueless.
(I guess it’s that obvious…)
I looked away in embarrassment and Liam smiled beautifully like a rose.
Kate: I boasted that I’d be able to teach him about romantic love, but ended up falling for him…I’m so frustrated and embarrassed.
I don’t know why I can freely admit my feelings to anyone but Roger himself.
Liam: It can’t be helped. The human heart’s the most unpredictable thing in the world. It’d be so much easier if your heart followed your brain.
Liam’s eyes were downcast as he smiled. It felt like he wanted to abandon everything, like he was touching death’s fingers.
~~ Flashback ~~
Roger: Would it be good or evil to make curses disappear from this world?
You don’t have to answer me now. When it comes to you, let me know.
~~ End flashback ~~
(...The more I learned about the Cursed, the less I was able to answer the question)
Alec and Roger’s past, Lance’s death, Ellis who was next handed the Briar Bushes curse, and Liam before me.
(Values change so rapidly that it’s puzzling)
(But I shouldn’t stop thinking about it)
Liam: I’d like to see it. Roger being so smitten with you, I mean.
I’d like to see it too.
I hope it happens.
I’ll do my best. +4 +4
Kate: Then I’ll do my best!
Liam: Yeah, that’s the spirit. Unlike me, Roger’s a rational one. That’s why it’d be interesting to see someone like him be madly in love.
Kate: Hehe, was that a wicked look just now?
Liam: I’m cursed with being led by my own curiosity. So you’ll have to excuse my wicked interest.
(I don’t know if you can make curses disappear)
(I wonder if that’s a good thing. However…)
Kate: I promise when Roger’s smitten with me, I’ll let you know.
Sometimes it’s the small promises that are important to live for.
Liam: I’m looking forward to it.
As I smiled back at Liam, Ale and Ellis came back from playing.
(Ah, that’s right)
Kate: Um, do you know a place where I can get some beautiful flowers? I thought you two would be familiar with what’s popular.
Liam: Of course, but are they a present for someone?
Kate: You heard about how a Cursed One named Lance died the other day, right? I heard he was buried at a public cemetery and wanted to go leave some flowers.
(Lance won’t ever come back…so I hope he can rest peacefully)
Ellis: Then how about sharing the flowers from Victor’s garden? He grows flowers as a hobby. I saw him walking around with flowers this morning and I’m sure he’ll share them if you ask.
Kate: Hehe, I wasn’t aware. I’ll go ask him then.
Liam: That’s fine, but I’m worried about you going to the cemetery all by yourself. Lately, young people have been getting attacked or going missing.
Ellis: Do you mean the incidents Victor and Will are investigating?
(I do remember the barkeep saying something like that)
Unfortunately these incidents weren’t uncommon in Britain given its large population.
There is as much darkness as there are people.
(It could be related to how the girl Lance liked was killed)
Liam: I wish I could go with you but I have rehearsal…
Ellis: Sorry. I have work at Jude’s company.
Liam: Ah, Harrison might be free this afternoon.
Kate: I can’t be a bother to everyone! I’ll be fine going alone. I’ll just take Crown’s carriage to the cemetery and come back before it gets dark.
Liam: Oh? Then I guess we don’t need to worry too much.
Ale: Arf arf.
Kate: Ah, seems like Ale will be coming with me.
Ellis: Then take care of Kate, Ale.
Ale: Woof.
--
Victor had gladly shared his flowers with me and now Ale and I were being rocked around in a carriage.
When I glanced out the window, the carriage stopped not too far from the cemetery.
(Huh? But the cemetery’s still a bit of a ways down)
The coachman got off his seat, opened the door, and signed to me.
(“The road ahead…is too narrow for a carriage to take to the cemetery…”)
I somehow managed to read the sign language that I had just recently learned and tore a page out of my notebook to write a reply.
“Thank you. Please wait here, I’ll be back soon.”
I passed the paper to the coachman and alighted the carriage.
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The sky started turning red as dusk approached.
(The cemetery’s really close. I’ll be in and out in no time)
We walked down the path leading to the cemetery.
For a while, the only sound was the grass being blown by the wind until— 
Ale: Arf arf arf.
Ale, who was walking ahead of me, suddenly turned and started barking.
Kate: Ale, what’s…
The bouquet fell from my arms.
I felt a cloth smelling like chemicals press against my nose and lost consciousness— 
--
Elbert: …
Elbert wandered around the castle looking for something, his face paler than ever.
Then—
Roger: Yo, El. Have you seen the ‘lil lady around? I wanted to get her to do some work for me, but haven’t seen her for a while.
Having found who he was looking for, Elbert rushed over to Roger.
Elbert: Roger. Listen to me calmly. It’s possible that Kate was kidnapped.
Roger: Kate? What do you mean?
Ellis: What you just said, is it true…?
They turned around and saw Jude and Ellis who had just come back from work.
Jude: The princess got kidnapped? By who?
Elbert: I’m not sure. Earlier in the garden, a coachman came up to me looking terribly disturbed. He said that he dropped Kate off not far from the cemetery, but no matter how long he waited, she never came back. He went to go look for her, but only found Ale. Here, he gave me this.
He handed Roger a piece of paper with “I’ll be back soon” written in Kate’s handwriting.
Roger: …
Ellis: Kate wanted to go leave flowers on the grave of the Cursed One who passed a few days ago. She said she’d take a carriage and be back before sundown, so she’d be fine.
Jude: That’s Saint Cemetery. Got a road so narrow that carriages pass through. Somethin’ must’ve the moment she got out.
Elbert: We don’t know what happened, but we can’t waste any time. What do we do, Roger?
Roger: …
There was nothing reflected in Roger’s eyes.
Elbert: …Roger?
Elbert waved his hand in front of Roger’s face and the latter blinked in surprise.
Roger: …
Ellis: Roger, are you okay?
Roger: Yeah…sorry. Just…a little shaken.
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Elbert and Ellis: …(°ロ°)
Roger took a deep breath as if to calm himself, eyes now focused.
Roger: This likely has something to do with the recent incidents. Let’s tell Victor first and then gather the rest of Crown.
--
When news of Kate’s disappearance broke, all of Crown assembled.
Victor: Her Majesty gathers information from the masses. If Kate was kidnapped, then it’s believed to be related to the incidents.
Ellis: …So it is related to the incidents targeting young people. But why?
Jude: Human traffickin’, kidnappin’, murder for fun, there’s all sorts of reasons.
Victor: As you’re aware, Will and I have been looking into the culprit. Unfortunately, we haven’t been able to identify them yet. However, based on where the victims have gone missing, we’ve been able to identify possible bases.
He spread a map of London out on the table.
Four areas were circled in red—
Victor: If Kate was kidnapped, she could be in any of these locations.
Roger: …
Victor: We don’t have time to waste. Crown will split into four teams and search each location.
Jude: I’ll be collectin’ a huge reward when I find the princess.
--
Jude: You’re up, ya dumb dog. Lead us to our dumb Fairytale Keeper.
Roger: Ale, I’m counting on you.
Ale: Woof.
A team of Roger, Jude, and Ale boarded a carriage and were now passing through a dense forest.
— Suddenly, the piercing sound of horses neighing was heard and the carriage screeched to a stop.
Roger: What the…?
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Nica: Wie geht es dir (How do you do), Crown? Pardon me.
There was a polite knock on the carriage door and one of “Vogel’s” twins boarded the carriage.
Roger: You…
Nica: I just saw the Queen’s aide looking pale*. I heard Robin has gone missing?
Roger: If you already know, then get out. We don’t have time for you.
Nica: Don’t want to. Did the good doctor forget that we’re here to deepen our friendship? I’m telling you I’ll help you. I might be of some use?
Jude: …Oi, quack. We gotta move.
Roger: If you don’t wanna get kicked out then behave, older twin.
Nica: Allerdings (Of course), I’ll behave.
The carriage started moving again— 
Only Nica was happily petting Ale in his lap, as if he were on his way to a holiday resort.
-
*Alternatively, red with anger. 血相を変えた was used, which in a literal sense, means ‘to change facial expression or color’. It’s contextual and in this case, Victor could be either.
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lionlena · 1 year ago
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Unforgivable mistake (JoelMillerxreader) Part 6
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Summary: Reader is much younger than Joel and is in love with  him. One night, after arguing with Tess and getting drunk, Joel spends  the night with a reader, but in the morning he breaks her heart…  She  runs away from Boston hoping that she will never meet this cold bastard  again in her life. But almost six years later, she unexpectedly sees  Joel in Jackson. She decides to hide herself and her little secret from  this asshole.
Warnings: age gap (reader is about 28 years, Joel 58),  strong language, swearing, past trauma, bullying, attempted rape, memories of sexual abuse, unprotect p in v,  dom!Joel, Joel is asshole, ANGST, hurt, sadness and heartbreaking, sexual harassment, women abuse, violence, injury, sickness.
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Part 6
"Mommy, you should kiss Joel."
You nearly dropped the laundry you were hanging outside when you heard what your toddler said. You looked at your son in shock.
"Where did that idea come from, honey?"
Teddy sighed and said, "Because Joel is sad and you always give me a kiss when I'm sad and that helps."
"Oh" was all you could say.
Joel had actually been sadder for the past few days. He was even more reticent and didn't even react to Ellie's taunts. You didn't know if it was because of your talk about forgiveness or the fact that Maria and Tommy were expecting a baby. Well, You thought that was good news, but did Joel was jealous? He had Teddy, after all. He got a second chance.
"Mommy."
You heard your son's impatient voice and realized that "Oh" wasn't considered a sufficient answer. You knelt down next to him and said, "I'm afraid it doesn't work on adults as it does on children. I think Joel might feel weird if I kissed him."
Teddy frowned. "Then hug him... You hugging Aunt Claudia when she's sad."
"You hugging him, and that's better than my hug."
Your son made a sad face, and you felt like you let him down. In his childhood mind, sometimes everything was so simple and you envied him that.
"You know what helps me when I'm sad?" The little boy looked at you curiously. "When you give me drawings and flowers. Maybe after I finish work at the stables, we can go to the meadow so you can pick flowers for Joel?"
"Okay, but if that doesn't help, promise me you'll hug him."
You sighed heavily and nodded your head.
At the stables, you were still thinking about what Teddy said. Maybe you should talk to Joel? He didn't really have anyone in Jackson except Tommy, Ellie, and Teddy... And you. He still had a strained relationship with his brother, and the children were hardly suitable for serious conversations. So everything was on you. And your two relationship has improved. When you saw him, you didn't just think about how badly he hurt you, but how he changed for the better.
You stopped brushing Jupiter for a moment and looked back to see your son, who was throwing straw into an empty stall. In fact, he lost most of the straw along the way, but he looked so cute. He wanted to help you, like his dad.
You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice that you were approaching to place where another horse had bitten Jupiter. The wound still hurt him, and though he was a nice horse, he reacted to pain like any other animal. He whinnied loudly and jumped up sharply. You managed to dodge the kick, but you staggered and stumbled. You hit your head on the post that was between the horse's boxes. It got dark before your eyes and the last thing you remember was your son's frightened scream.
*
Teddy knew he had to call for help. He ran out of the stable and began to run as fast as his little legs would allow him. However, he passed several people and did not stop. Even when someone tried to stop him. In his mind, only one person could save you.
"Joel!" he shouted as he saw a familiar figure.
Joel was just walking with Ellie to the dining room when he heard his son scream. He immediately turned around and knelt down to catch the kid who practically ran into him. He immediately noticed that the little boy was terrified.
"Teddy, what happened?"
He gently grabbed his shoulders and started looking for any injuries, but the baby boy seemed to be fine. Teddy struggled to catch his breath, tears streaming down his face.
"Mama," he finally choked out.
Joel was immediately overwhelmed by a wave of terror.
"What about mom?" He asked.
The boy barely spoke. "Ho… Horse... Kick" he said between sobs.
Joel didn't need any more. He looked at Ellie, who seemed as scared as Teddy.
"Stay with him. I'm running to her."
The girl nodded and grabbed the boy's hand as Joel ran to the stables.
*
When you woke up you felt a terrible headache. Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurred, but only one thing mattered to you. Your son.
"Teddy," you croaked.
You got up with difficulty. You felt like a newborn foal that couldn't catch its balance. You slowly took a step by step, sticking to the wall. As you were about to leave, Joel suddenly ran up to you. He grabbed your sides and held you tight.
"Y/N, what happened?"
You heard the worry in his voice.
"Jupiter got angry... I jumped back, but I think I hit my head on something hard... Where's Teddy?"
Joel stroked your cheek, then ran his hand over the back of your head and was relieved to see that there was no blood on his fingers.
"Teddy is with Ellie. He's fine. He's just scared."
As soon as you heard that, you felt your strength leave you. You stayed on your feet only because fear for your son was your motivation. Joel immediately lifted you up and said, "Okay. You need medical attention."
"No" you moaned and rested your head against his chest. "Just not Anderson."
Joel sighed. "Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Take me home and call Wanda. She used to be a nurse."
"Okay," he whispered and brushed his lips against your forehead, and you just closed your eyes.
*
An hour later you were in bed and listening to Wanda's instructions. Teddy was cuddling up to your side. He had stopped crying but was still very scared. Ellie was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at you with worried eyes. Joel stood next to Wanda and carefully listened to her.
"It's definitely a concussion. She should not move. Let her sleep a lot, rest, and drink plenty of water. Someone should stay with her overnight. If she starts vomiting, she may choke."
"I'm not going to vomit," you muttered. You were slightly annoyed that the woman was talking like you weren't in the room.
Joel just gave you an indulgent look and replied, "I'll keep an eye on her.”
When Wanda left, he came closer to you and stroked his son's head.
"Hey, 'bear cub', mum will be fine. Why don't you and Ellie go to the meadow and collect flowers for mommy?"
Teddy looked at you with those puppy eyes he inherited from his father.
"Will this help you, mommy?"
You nodded your head and he immediately jumped off the bed and grabbed Ellie's hand pulling her towards the exit. Joel was still staring at you.
"What?" you asked.
He bit his lip and muttered, "I was worried about you, I'm still worried about you... I don't know what I would do if something happened to you..."
You were surprised by his confession. You might even hug him if it weren't for the constant dizziness.
"I'll be fine and you don't have to do all this for me."
Joel stepped closer, knelt by the bed, and grabbed your hand.
"I'll take care of you and Teddy. I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better."
You smiled slightly and nodded your head.
In the evening you were really surprised how well Joel handled the baby. You thought your boy would be very cranky after a day like this... And he was, but Joel made it. After he put his son to bed, he came back to you and sat in the armchair to watch you all night.
It was weird and embarrassing for you at first. You thought you wouldn't be able to fall asleep next to him, but his presence began to soothe you and you fell asleep.
*
Joel stretched out in an armchair and tilted his head back. He yawned and closed his eyes. He thought that nothing would happen if he took a nap for a while. Your sleep seemed restful. Before he could fall asleep he heard the patter of small feet and after a while, he felt Teddy climb into his lap. He opened his eyes and smiled softly.
"Hi, 'bear cub'."
The baby boy glanced towards the bed: "Mummy still sleeping?"
Joel combed the boy's curls. "It's night. She should sleep. Just like you."
The little one shook his head and looked at him, and despite the dim light, Joel could see traces of tears on the baby's cheeks.
"You were crying, baby. What happened?"
He pulled the boy to his chest and hugged him tightly.
"Will mommy die?"
Joel replied immediately. "No, 'bear cub'. Of course not. She'll be fine. That's why I'm here to make sure everything is okay."
Teddy nodded and murmured, "Tell me a story."
Joel frowned. "We have to go get the book."
"No," the little one moaned. "Your story."
"Oh. All right." He thought for a moment. "I'll tell you about the Boston Angel."
"That angel was pretty?"
Joel smiled and nodded. "It was basically she, and she was the most beautiful angel I've ever seen. She was also sweet and kind. Even though Boston wasn't a pretty place, she was always able to find something beautiful and show it to the children. She bent down to tie a little girl's shoes and gave food to the homeless dog, and she always smiled."
"And did she bake cookies like Mommy?"
"Yes. She was the perfect Angel, but she met the bad man." Joel sighed heavily. He didn't know why he made up this story about you two. He felt the little boy tugging at his shirt.
"And what did the bad man do?"
"He broke the angel's wings and made the angel sad."
"But why did he do it?"
"Because he forgot how to love and only remembered that losing someone you love hurts a lot. So instead of loving an angel, he preferred to hurt her." He stroked Teddy's curls. "But the angel managed to escape Boston, and then her wings grew back and became even more beautiful and stronger. So strong that they could carry her wherever she wanted."
Teddy yawned and asked, "And the bad man? Has he changed?"
Joel didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected such a question. He swallowed and replied, "He's tried hard to change and... I hope one day he'll be good and the Angel will see it."
You felt tears running down your cheeks. You woke up as soon as you heard your son's voice, but you were still tired and did not react. You knew Joel would take care of the boy. So you heard the whole story about Angel and you couldn't believe it. Joel thought you were asleep, so he didn't say all that just to win your favor.
There was silence and you guessed that Teddy had fallen asleep. You went back to sleep too.
*
Joel slowly got to his feet, holding gently the sleeping boy, but something was bothering him. The baby's body was too warm. He kissed the boy's forehead and wondered if you had a thermometer somewhere in the house. He gently placed the baby on the bed and carefully covered him with a blanket. He didn't even get out of the room before he heard a plaintive whine, "Joo."
He quickly returned to the baby and began to calm him down. "Shhh, I'll be right back."
The little one stretched out his arms towards him with another pitiful moan and began to cry. Joel sighed and took the boy in his arms, wrapping him in a blanket.
"It's okay 'bear cub'. Do you know where mom keeps the thermometer and medicine?"
The little one sobbed and pressed his face against dads shoulder, muttering, "Not sick."
Joel rolled his eyes. He realized that he had to fend for himself. And so he held the baby with one hand and searched the kitchen cupboards with the other. He found a thermometer, bandages, a hot water bottle, and medicines that he knew were not for children. He took the boy back to the room and took his temperature. He had a fever.
"Teddy, does your tummy hurt?"
"No," the boy moaned.
"And here?" he asked and touched the boy's chest.
"Only the head."
Joel frowned. He stroked the boy's back and said, "Stay here a minute. I'll check on mommy."
"NO!"
Teddy started crying and Joel panicked. He didn't want you to wake up. He quickly lifted his son and began to gently rock him in his arms and place kisses on his wet, hot cheeks.
"Shhh, shhh, 'bear cub', it's okay. We'll go to mom together, but you have to promise me you'll be quiet. Okay?"
The little one whined and nodded his head. Joel breathed a sigh of relief, though he knew he had a rough night ahead of him.
He carefully looked at you and was relieved to see that you were still asleep. By this time, the boy had already fallen asleep and Joel was able to put him to bed.
And so for the next hour, Joel wandered between your room and Teddy's room. Unfortunately, the boy woke up again and started crying.
"I want water," he sobbed.
"I'll bring you."
"Do not go!"
Joel sighed heavily and took the boy in his arms. The boy immediately clung to his body tightly. "We will go together."
Unfortunately, the boy was very moody. When he saw the blue cup of water, he wailed loudly and Joel started to panic. He didn't know what had happened and tried to calm him down.
"It's okay... Shhh, tell me what happened? Teddy, baby, 'bear cub'..."
And as if he didn't have enough problems, You walked into the kitchen. You heard your son cry and your maternal instinct was stronger than your dizziness. You staggered into the doorway and grabbed the doorframe with difficulty.
"Y/N" Joel gasped and immediately started walking towards you.
He wrapped his free arm tightly around your waist while the other still held Teddy, who was crying in his ear. Joel led you to a chair and carefully sat you down. He started rocking your son and you looked at the blue mug on the table and said, "He doesn't like that color. You have to give him a red one."
Joel breathed a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed the red cup. Teddy finally calmed down, drank some water, and fell asleep in dad's arms, but his behavior made you uneasy. You knew that such trivial things as the color of the mug only made him cry when he was ill.
"Joel, does he have a fever?"
The man reluctantly nodded. He didn't want to worry you, but he couldn't lie to you.
"He has a fever and a headache, but otherwise he's fine. He doesn't cough, he doesn't have a runny nose. I've been looking for some medicine for him, but I haven't found anything."
You sighed heavily. "They're over. I was going to go to Anderson's, but... You know."
"I know. If he's not better by morning, I'll go with him to that asshole."
You looked at him scared. "No... I can't do it."
He came closer to you. "Hey, I said I'll go. You will stay. Everything will be fine. I'll take care of everything and now I'll put the little one to bed and come back for you."
"Put him in my bed. I want him close and try to put cold compresses on him to bring down the fever."
Joel nodded and did as you said. He put Teddy in your bed and then came back for you. He wrapped his arms around you to take all your weight. Once you were in bed, he returned to the kitchen and fetched a bowl of cold water and a small kitchen towel. You watched as he knelt by the bed and gently touched Teddy's forehead.
"You have to change the water in a while."
"I know," he said and smiled slightly at you. "Don't worry. I'll be here all the time."
You sighed and closed your eyes. You carefully cuddled up to your little one and hoped that the baby boy would recover by the morning.
Unfortunately, Teddy still had a fever in the morning, like you, he didn't like the idea of visiting Anderson. He cuddled up to you and looked at Joel like he were a traitor. The man reached out to him, but the toddler consistently ignored him.
"Come on, 'bear cub', everything will be fine."
Ellie, who had already come to you, also tried to help. "Teddy, the doctor will just examine you. I and Joel will be with you."
You knew you had to intervene. You gently pushed him away from you and kissed his nose. "Honey, you know Joel will always protect you. Go with them. Mommy needs to stay in bed."
The little boy finally nodded and let Joel take him in his arms.
"Bunny" he sadly whined.
Joel kissed him on the head. "We're going to get your bunny."
After they left, you looked at the teenage girl. "Ellie, make sure he doesn't do something stupid. And I'm not talking about Teddy.”
The girl shrugged. "Okay, but I'm not promising anything."
You fell back on the pillows and closed your eyes. Your head was still spinning and you knew you had to rely on Joel.
*
The atmosphere in Anderson's office was so thick that could have cut it with a knife. The two men stared at each other with pure hatred. Eventually, Ellie intervened. She grunted loudly and muttered, "I don't know about you, but I don't want to spend all day here."
The doctor snorted. "Put him on the table. I'll listen to his lungs."
Teddy immediately moaned plaintively as he was separated from his dad's body. Joel looked at him sympathetically. He kissed his forehead and whispered, "It will only take a moment."
Teddy hugged the stuffed bunny tightly to him. Anderson looked at the little boy irritably and hissed, "Should I examine him or the stuffed animal?"
Joel clenched his jaw. He felt his head start to ache. He'd had a really rough night and was losing his patience with this prick. He carefully took the toy out of his son's hands and tenderly said, "Ellie will take care of your bunny for a while."
Tears welled up in Teddy's eyes, but he nodded and watched as Ellie gently hugged his toy. Meanwhile, Anderson, without any warning, pulled the boy's T-shirt up and held the cold stethoscope to the child's body. Teddy squeaked and jumped. Only Joel's quick reaction saved him from falling off the table.
"What are you doing?" he growled.
Anderson shrugged. "It's not my fault he's as weak as his mother."
And that was enough. Joel handed the boy into Ellie's arms and gently pushed her towards the door. "Wait with him in the corridor."
Ellie nodded her head. She herself was furious with this asshole.
As she disappeared through the door, Anderson hissed, "What, are you going to break my nose again?"
Joel smiled in a way that made Anderson uneasy and he took a step back. Joel pulled a knife from his belt and lunged for the doctor. He pushed him into the chair and with one hand squeezed his throat so that the man couldn't scream.
"No, I'll do something much worse to you," he growled from the back of his throat. "Now listen to me carefully. You will treat my son as your most valuable patient."
Anderson's eyes widened in shock. "Teddy, this is your..."
Joel laughed. "Yeah, and you'd better think it over." He slid the knife into the doctor's crotch. "You have body parts that are not needed. Without them, you'll still be useful."
Anderson swallowed and nodded. "I will be gentle..." he squeaked.
Joel nodded. "All right."
He opened the door and took the boy in his arms. He smiled and kissed him on the head. "Come 'bear cub', Mr. Anderson will be very nice now and apologize to you for hurting you."
He looked at the doctor suggestively, and the man nodded. "I'm sorry Teddy." He started heating the stethoscope and said, "He can stay in your arms while I examine him."
The rest of the examination went smoothly and Anderson was kind and gentle. When he had finished, he said, "Everything seems fine. Did something stress him out?"
Joel frowned. He wasn't sure if Anderson didn't know about your accident or if he was pretending. "Yes. He had a lot of stress yesterday."
The doctor nodded. "This fever, it could be a stress reaction or a mild cold. I'll give you pills, for him. Give him half now, half tonight, and half tomorrow morning. The fever should go down."
*
When they got home, Joel told you how the doctor's visit went. Of course, he skipped the part about the knife threat but you guessed something had happened when your son said, "Mr. Anderson was a bit rude, but then Ellie and I left and when we came back, he was already nice."
You looked suggestively at Joel, and he tried to avoid your gaze at all costs. Then you shot a disappointed look at Ellie. "You were supposed to keep an eye on him."
Ellie shrugged. "This as..." Joel grunted significantly. "This fool, he deserved it."
You shook your head and hugged your son as he began to fall asleep. You didn't really care what Joel did. All that mattered was that he got Teddy's medicine.
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After three days, you finally felt fine. You weren't dizzy anymore and you didn't lose your balance. Your son's fever has also stopped. It was evening when you got up and decided to eat something. There was an unusual silence in the house. It was still early, but Teddy was already asleep, tired from the impressions of the last few days. But where was Joel? He took care of you all the time and you were impressed with how well he handled everything.
You walked into the living room and saw him sleeping on your couch. He looked so peaceful and you didn't have the heart to be mad at him for falling asleep in your house. You guessed he was dead tired after two nights of watching over you and Teddy. Plus, you knew your sweet little son turned into a little monster when he was sick. One minute he wanted juice, the next he was spitting it out and crying that he didn't want juice. And maybe he got it from you. Well, maybe, just maybe, you had Joel bring you a glass of cold water, and after five minutes you decided it was too cold and asked him for hot tea. And he, without whining, without a grimace on his face, obediently went to the kitchen. So yes, he had a right to be tired. You grabbed a blanket from the armchair and gently covered him. Then you crouched down at his face and felt that old sentiment. Joel's hair always looked as soft and fluffy, as your son's. Made to be combed with your fingers. And before you could stop yourself, your fingers had already sunk into his gray curls.
Joel blinked his eyes and you quickly pulled your hand away. He looked at you and started to move, but he was very clumsy.
"Sorry... I'll be up in a minute," he mumbled.
You shook your head, put your hand on his shoulder, and said, "You deserve to rest, sleep."
You saw how tired he was and that he was still half asleep, so when he spoke you weren't sure if he was aware of it.
"I wish I could have looked after you while you were pregnant."
You sighed heavily and understood. That's why he was sad. He wasn't jealous at all that Maria was pregnant. He was sorry because it reminded him of what he had lost and made him feel guilty.
"You're taking care of us now. That's enough," you whispered.
You ran your hand through his hair again and he closed his eyes and purred like a cat. A slight smile appeared on his face, and you thought maybe your son was right. Your touch really made Joel stop being sad.
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A/N: Okay, so yeah, I messed up the timelines about Maria's pregnancy. I just forgot to mention it before, and it suited me perfectly here. Doctor Google told me that children can have fevers because of stress.
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literaryvein-reblogs · 10 days ago
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bunny x cat dynamic?
Like, adhd bunny and grumpy cat dynamic? I'm going to try writing a bit where the dynamic of the main characters are fleshed out. Any input on what people often enjoy about these for me to take into account?
To me it's so cute because she considers herself more as an annoying dog but for him, he considers her to be a cute, hyperactive bunny (that's kind of useless to (literal) death but let's put that aside, or not)
The ideal response to this would come from your readers. If you've already established your reader base, try asking them their preferences and expectations. Of course—still, write the story you want (and need) as a writer. And there it is, in your second paragraph. The idea is that if you write what you want, the people who also prefer this dynamic will find your work and stay for the rest of the story, and will more likely enjoy your other work as well (this is essentially what most successful authors advise new writers—write what you want, what you enjoy etc etc). But striking a balance between your readers' and your own preferences would be great too.
If you don't have a reader base yet, I'd suggest going through your favourite literature/films and finding ones that depict this particular character dynamic. Then you yourself, as a reader/viewer now, could answer what you find enjoyable about these pieces of media, and incorporate that in your writing.
Also, here are some tropes that I think have similarities with the dynamic you described. Same suggestion with finding books or films/TV shows you like that feature these tropes. But also research their readers'/audience's feedback to find out what they enjoyed about these character tropes, and this is what you can take into consideration for your story.
Grump and sunshine. One character is so grumpy all the time; the other character is so bubbly all the time. And somehow, through that power-of-love thing, they end up balancing each other out. The grump sometimes has sworn off love.
Savvy Guy, Energetic Girl. This is a potential pairing (platonic or otherwise) between a pragmatic guy and a girl who is very full of energy. One partner in the pair will be lively and optimistic while the other is savvy and more slothful, quiet, or otherwise less expressive. EXAMPLES:
In Corpse Bride, Emily and Victor. The former is a dead bride who is rather lively and spiritual for a corpse, while the latter is a live man who is shy and awkward almost to a fault.
This defines Anna and Kristoff's relationship in Frozen nicely. She is a spunky princess willing to do whatever it takes to bring her sister home, he is a grumpy, rough-around-the-edges ice harvester helping her along the way.
In Pixar's Up, the quiet and timid Carl befriended and eventually married the energetic Ellie.
Uptight Loves Wild. He's stuffy. She's untamed. It's true love. Mr. Stuffy is in a rut: Life is boring because he plays by the rules. Along comes this wild and crazy woman to show him how to live life to its fullest, and she just might learn a few things along the way, too. EXAMPLES:
Enchanted: Stuffy, cynical divorce lawyer Robert meets fairytale princess Giselle.
The Sound of Music: Maria isn't "wild", but she is a Blithe Spirit in the face of the extremely uptight, Captain von Trapp.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind: Quite thoroughly deconstructs this. A relationship like this doesn't always work and after the falling-in-love part, it causes more pain than joy; so much so that both parties opt to have their memories removed of each other. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl is also far more complicated: "I'm not a concept, I'm just a fucked-up girl looking for a peace of mind".
Opposites Attract. EXAMPLES:
The Princess and the Frog has Tiana and Naveen. She's a Workaholic, no-nonsense waitress and he's a fun-loving, lazy prince.
Tangled gives us the jaded, worldly-wise thief Flynn Rider and the spirited, innocent princess Rapunzel.
Treasure Planet has Captain Amelia and Dr. Doppler. She's a tough-as-nails Action Girl, he's a bookish scientist, not to mention they're basically an anthropomorphic cat and dog, respectively. The two grow closer throughout the movie, and by the end they even have several kids.
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jojosbingsu · 2 months ago
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your boyfriend!jo post came just as i was about to go to bed and scrolling in the jo and &team imagines tags... omg if this isnt fate idk what is. hes soooo endearing and sweet and patient and cute and kind!! he's the type to stay consistently dedicated when he decides on something, to the best of his ability. he shows it in his love for practicing and improving his abilities as an idol, his relentless love for the simplicity of white rice... his reaction if his gf took him on an overnight date to the countryside would be so cute. he's always waiting for others to finish speaking and takes his time with his words, and he listens diligently and responds to *every little thing* when someone is talking to him. he's so cute. the way his ears almost always turn red every time he speaks?!!? and he said he can feel it, so sometimes he stops speaking until he calms down and they stop being red... i dont want to playfully tease him but the demons inside me want to playfully tease him. 😆and he's such a good sport about everything, he knows he's quiet and he doesn't mind it if it gets pointed out for a laugh. he also follows directions really well, and you can tell he always considers how other people may feel or assumes the context takes precedence over his own feelings before he reacts. like when they were pranked with the fake PD, he didn't react because he thought it was part of the fake personality test he was taking. and when he asked maki to please show him how to cut a bread roll in half ... 😭 he pays a lot of attention to people's details too. i think he would be a quiet, meticulous boyfriend who laughs wholeheartedly very often when he's around you. his openness when something makes him laugh is one of my favorite things about him because it's such a big contrast? to how quiet he easily can be when he laughs loudly. i think k and taki do a really good job of encouraging that out of him. it's also so cute how he easily (and all the members) call things/people cute. bf!jo would say that a lot i think 😖 can you please write bf!jo accepting a handmade chocolate bar on valentines day? 😆
Giving Jo Homemade Candy on Valentine’s Day
Admin: Ellie
Genre: Fluff, Wholesome
Pairing: gn!reader x bf!Jo
Word Count: 1.34K
Notes: Thank you for requesting anon~! I agree that Jo as a boyfriend would be the  most wholesome and humbling experience one could ever have in their lifetime. I think Jo would absolutely call his partner “cute” about 1400 times a day, especially if this person went out of their way to dress nicely for him. Wearing his favorite colors, styling their hair in a new way, wearing the jewelry he bought for them, dressing up in new pajamas – I feel like Jo would always find a reason to refer to them as “cute” just to see a happy reaction on their face. I agree that he would notice his partner’s small details and quirks, too! Small things would stand out to him because he’s just naturally an observant guy. I feel like out of all of the &Team members, Jo and Fuma would be the ones who picked up on subtle details belonging to their lover. Whether it’s the subtle reactions you have when you’re stressed out or the habit you have of reaching to touch your ears when you're nervous or frightened (I do this), they’d pick up on it right away and immediately know what to do to make you feel more comfortable. </3 I can’t explain it but I think Taki would probably fall into this category as well. He seems like he REALLY admires the people around him and tries his best to pay close attention to them when they’re talking to him. I think he would pick up on subtleties as well just because his infatuation with his lover lets him see when something changes in their behaviors.
Extra Note: I really hope you enjoy reading this and that it meets your expectations~! As always, you're more than welcome to submit a new request or let me know how you feel about my interpretation of your prompt. :) I look forward to seeing your opinion or next request, anon!
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft, golden glow over the park and river as you and Jo sat comfortably on a blue plaid blanket together. It was peaceful, the kind of afternoon where time seemed nonexistent and the only sounds that surrounded you two were the rustling leaves when the wind blew and the soft river water rushing over the rocks just below the overpass that houses the park. You had spent the entire day by Jo’s side, relaxing, sharing homemade sandwiches and sharing your favorite things about one another. This is your second Valentine’s with Jo and you two decided to do something that felt more personal than going out for a traditional and stereotypical romantic Valentine’s Day dinner. 
As your picnic started to draw closer to a close, Jo reached towards his backpack and pulled out a small blue gift box, a cute grin slowly finding the corners of his mouth as he brought it to sit in his lap. “I know we said we wouldn’t do anything stereotypical today but I wouldn’t feel right about not giving you anything,” Jo started his explanation while you let out a soft laugh and reached into your own bag to pull out an equally small gift box. 
“Ah, before I open that, I wanted to say that I have a gift for you, too.” You offer a smile while Jo offers a surprised eyebrow raise in response, his heart already starting to flutter in his chest at the gesture. 
“For me?” His voice was soft as he asked the question, his voice full of wonder as he carefully accepted the box from your hands. You’ve given Jo plenty of gifts over the course of your relationship but he always seems so surprised and curious each time a new one is given to him. - It’s something you’ve grown to adore from him! It’s almost like each gift you give is the first one he’s gotten from you, his joy and gratitude absolutely unmeasurable and unwavering.
“You go first,” You encourage with a loving smile as his eyes seemed to bounce back and forth between the two boxes, Jo moving to set your gift down just in front of you so you could open it as soon as you were ready to do so. 
His fingertips brushed lightly over the box as he admired the effort put into the small bow you tied using a red ribbon to ensure it would remain closed while it traveled within your purse. He pulled the ribbon strings carefully as if he was afraid of offending you for removing it, a happy grin coming to rest on his face when he pulled it open to see a small card resting on top of the chocolate just underneath. 
Because you’re as sweet as candy!
He picked the card up and set it down on his lap to admire the chocolate bar waiting patiently for his attention. It didn’t look perfect, with the edges being slightly uneven in some spots, but to Jo, this was the prettiest chocolate bar he’d ever laid his eyes on. You could see the blush as it ignited across his face and quickly traveled down his neck and up towards his ears, his eyes widening in awe.
“You made this?” His eyes flickered between you and the chocolate, a loving grin quickly replacing the initial shocked look that had crossed his face. You couldn’t help but blush at the way he looked at and spoke to you in this moment, your heart almost skipping a beat at his reaction. 
“Just for you, Jojo! Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Jo’s heart swelled with happiness at the thought of you spending so much time making something sweet just for him to enjoy. He couldn’t resist the urge to immediately reach forward to pull you in for a tight, loving embrace. You would think you had just roped the moon in and given it to him directly as a sign of your love for him at the way he buried his face in your shoulder and whispered a soft, almost trembling statement of gratitude in your ear. 
“Thank you so much, (Y/N), this really means the world to me.” Jo pulled back from the hug after a moment but continued to hold onto one of your hands with his thumb brushing tenderly against the skin of your knuckles, his eyes glistening with unspoken affection and pride.
“I know you said it’s just for me but could we maybe share it?” Jo asked shyly, glancing back down at the chocolate with his cute grin coming back to rest on his face. Moments like this where you two are alone and sharing your appreciation for one another have always been special to Jo but the fact that you handmade him something made it feel even more meaningful than before. 
You offer a small nod in response and watched how carefully he seemed to pull the chocolate bar from its small insulated box, a hesitant look crossing his face as he broke part of the bar off to offer up to your lips, his heart fluttering all over again when his finger brushed over your lip in the process of trying to feed the sweet treat to you. You watched his reaction carefully and hopefully as he took a small piece to pop into his own mouth, a relieved sigh suddenly leaving your mouth when you saw how his face immediately lit up at the taste that flooded over his taste buds. 
“Oh my gosh, it’s perfect.” His voice was as gentle as always, a hint of sincerity on the back end of his tone. “Just like you!” 
You offered a lighthearted laugh and noticed how Jo seemed to blush and become instantly embarrassed by his own choice of words. You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, Jo unable to stop the giddy sounding giggle from erupting out of his chest at the sensation of having your lips pressed against his cheek. The small gesture was something grand to Jo, an act that always made him feel more connected to you than ever. It was all he needed to be reminded that he was yours, you were his, and you were both just content to be there together at this moment. 
“Now it's your turn,” Jo reminded you of the gift box waiting just in front of you, another hint of shyness suddenly hugging the boy’s voice and expression as he took another small piece of the chocolate to bite into. “Admittedly, it’s not as cool as homemade chocolate.” 
“Nonsense,” You muttered as you brushed off his words and pulled the gift box open to reveal a diary style notebook hidden within. A curious look crossed your face as you pulled the notebook out, your mind racing with ideas for what could be woven between the pages. Initially, you thought he was giving you a special sketchbook he had been working on secretly behind your back and you felt excited to get a look at all of the new art your lover had produced, but you were pleasantly surprised to flip through the pages and see them packed full of small, detailed love letters he had been pouring his heart into since the year’s beginning. 
Though you chose not to go down the traditional route for celebrating Valentine's Day as a couple, you still found a way to make this day special enough neither of you would be forgetting it for many years to come! Good luck topping it next year and.. Just so you know, Jo will ask for your homemade chocolate again in a few short weeks because he’s feeling disappointed by the store bought garbage. He sulks and says “it’s just not as good as the kind you make,” making it almost impossible to tell him you won’t make a batch for him.
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atopearth · 4 months ago
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Ikemen Villains Part 1 - William Rex Route
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I've been curious about this game! I have to say though, I'm not really into the art style hahaha but that's fine, I felt similarly to Ikemen Prince when I first played it but I like it now lol. I'm not sure how to feel about the premise right now but it's nice to see that the heroine isn't as stressed as the other games and has more freedom?😆 I chose William so let's see how it goes~ For now, he's not very much like a villain especially with how considerate he is towards the heroine taking her to the theatre she wanted to go to and stuff like that, but as he says, villains don't go around killing people 24/7 lol. It was obvious that William was being purposely annoying to the heroine to give her an opportunity to talk to the writer she admires but lol, this guy really isn't much of a villain with how nice he is all the time haha. I think it's interesting how they hire maids who are deaf because this ensures they can't overhear things and tell others. Our villains definitely aren't really villains at all with how gentle and kind they actually are. But one thing I liked about William asking the heroine to talk about how scared she really was, was that he was always respectful and wanted her to slowly speak for herself. I guess it's sweet because you know that he has the power to command people to speak even if they don't want to but he wouldn't do that to her.
I guess one thing I agree with William is that just because you can't save everyone doesn't mean you should kill a part of yourself because of it. But it's difficult to not take in that pain and empathise sometimes and that inevitably hurts the kindest people. I understand the heroine's guilt though, because the easiest way is to ignore people's pain as if you don't see them so you can continue to focus on your own life and live happily. It's strong of the heroine to want to face the things she's ignored and to try and start with saving this one girl. I guess she is influencing William to an extent but I feel like he's never really been a villain so he's understandably prepared to save those victims of the butterfly group. I feel bad for William that his father was involved with the Golden Butterfly and even killed someone he wished to see live freely right in front of him. But I guess the worst was him having to accept such evil and use his powers to kill his own father to stop all this. I think it's kinda cute to see them develop their relationship so smoothly and gently, but at the same time, I can't really feel it haha. I do feel the heroine's curiosity towards William though. Well, I definitely didn't expect them to sleep together already! Surprisingly though, they're more cute than I thought especially with how gentle and teasing William was towards the heroine.
I think it's actually kind of sad how the heroine loves his sense of justice to commit evil because he can't stand seeing the innocent be trampled upon, but at the same time after witnessing his crimes right in front of her face, it's still difficult for her to stomach, especially when he crucified that guy. Considering the lack of presence of the other guys in this route, it was actually pretty sweet to see how concerned Ellis and Liam were towards the heroine after she fainted. Even though it's obvious that none of the guys would think to die a peaceful death, there was something solemn and saddening when thinking about William thinking he doesn't deserve any sort of happiness and shouldn't desire for things because of the way he's chosen to live his life. Cutting your hair to show your resolve always works haha, but yeah I can see why the reporter would be shocked to see the heroine do that when he believed that she was brainwashed by William. I feel bad for William that these guys are torturing the people he saved and trying to brainwash them into thinking William is evil so they can use them against him.
I think it's sad to watch William let himself be judged as a villain to free the people he saved, but seeing the heroine cover him when someone tried to stab him was even worse. Everything was resolved quite amicably especially with Bryan's article on the "truth". I have to say though, considering Bryan has no sprite, he had a pretty nice role in this story as someone who did what he thought was right and was not swayed by words but instead what he judged to be "right" and stuck to his beliefs. Honestly though, even though William is the LI here, I've actually got a soft spot for Liam instead because you can see how much he cares for the heroine. I wonder if it's something we should be prepared for, that if you choose to do "evil" in order to protect the people you care about from other evil people, that you need to acknowledge that things that are precious to you will be taken away because of those actions? Not only has the innocent little girl who was looking forward to becoming a florist hurt by stray bullets from Grimsley who was afraid of William coming for him, but now the heroine has also been held at gun point when she chose to go with him to make sure he doesn't be reckless. Lol, so I'm too poor and don't have enough coins but I do have enough gems🥲 Guess I can see whether the premium story is worth it😅 I guess it's twisted but a love where you love them so much that losing them is such a tragedy and drives you mad is a love that is worth striving for haha.
Overall, I'm not too sure how much I like this game for now. Personally, I think the premise isn't as interesting as I thought it would be and I also feel like the heroine's role is rather purposeless compared to other Ikemen games but maybe it's just me haha. Anyway, what I enjoyed about William is that his route explores the idea of sacrificing oneself to preserve the peace of others and giving them the freedom to choose the path they want to tread and to do what they choose to do, which is exactly the opposite of what his powers do, but I guess it's because of these powers that he understands how terrible it is to not have that control over yourself and your own life. However, I feel the romance was rather bland. I'm not sure if I could really feel how and why they liked each other even though I do acknowledge that William was interested in the heroine for the way she chose to live her life. But otherwise, I didn't think they really matched imo haha! I ended up really liking Liam though so I'll be looking forward to his route next!
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borhapparker · 1 year ago
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💋 - love letter for Joel with the prompt of meet cute gone wrong. Hopefully takes place in Jackson. Thank you and congratulations!
this is so cute! let's do it! i've never done a meet cute gone wrong so we'll see if y'all like this! thank u! (this is also my first joel fic ever so pls go easy on me!)
borhapparker's 1k follower celebration!
Jackson had been your refuge since the first time you encountered Maria and Tommy while searching for a safe place to spend the night. While they hadn't meant to pop in and disturb you, they were glad to find someone else they could invite into their newfound land.
While reluctant at first, there had been a lot of trust to gain, and Maria was a little harder to crack than Tommy. After weeks of working hard and observing their leadership in Jackson, you managed to prove to her your loyalty and trust, breaking that outer exterior she built around her, as you considered her family.
They knew you inside and out, sometimes making you feel like they knew you better than you knew yourself. But this wasn't always the case, and it somehow made you concerned when they forgot you never wanted to share a home with other people. Especially people that popped into your home with no warning.
While making repairs one day to your home, the one Tommy and Maria had let you choose for yourself, the front door had creaked open. Freezing, a chill crept up your spine, as you placed your tools down, before slowly heading to the door.
"Woah, Joel, this house is huge!" a girl's voice exclaimed as her voice bounced off the walls.
"It is a nice house, I guess."
There's two of them?
Placing your back to the wall, you hid from plain sight, wanting to hear them before they see you.
"Do I finally get a room to myself?" she asked as you heard the other person sigh.
"Yeah you can, Ellie." you heard them place their things down before the person sighed again. "S nice, gonna take some getting used to."
You slowly rounded the corner, a hammer in your hand from the box of tools you had at your feet. Just a precaution.
Quickly heading to the living room, where the voices were now located, you reached the unknown person, grabbing them in a slight chokehold with the hammer held next to their temple.
"Don't move." you threatened, as the person stiffened, before the girl, who you could now place a face to, pulled out her knife.
"Let him go," she threatened, as you smirked, "Or.."
"Or what? I have the upper hand here."
"Ellie, listen to her, drop the knife."
The girl relunctantly listened, dropping the knife on the ground and putting her hands up.
"Now, who are you guys and how did you get in my house?"
Ellie, the girl in front of you, tilted her head, both confused and angry.
"This is our house, what are you doing with a hammer?"
You sighed, "Fixing my house. If you guys didn't tell, it's inhabited already. So move on."
Pushing the man out of the chokehold, he stood next to Ellie, both of them now as confused as you were, none of the information they gave making sense.
"Who led you to this place?" you asked, lowering the hammer as they put their arms down.
"Tommy did, he said we could live here."
You shouted angrily, swinging the hammer as it stuck into the wall, before you stormed out, noticing Tommy across the way in his yard. "Tommy! Get the fuck over here, now!"
He turned, eyes wide, a slight smirk on his face before trudging over. "Y/n, everything okay?"
"No! Everything is not okay! Why the fuck would you give two random people my house to live in when we decided that was my place! I told you guys I don't like sharing!"
Tommy crossed his arms, "Maria and I decided you needed some company. Joel and Ellie came today and they need a place to stay. So they will be staying under the same roof. Besides, you have four rooms in that house, you can share."
Fucking Tommy and Maria messing with my shit.
"Fine." you sighed, crossing your arms.
Turning around, you paused, noticing Joel and Ellie watching the exchange from the patio, both arms crossed over their chest.
"Who are they anyway?"
Tommy smiled, exchanging a glance with the two strangers on your patio before turning to you, "That's my brother Joel, and her adoptive daughter Ellie."
Dropping your arms from in front of your chest, your eyes widened. "You're fucking with me."
He shook his head, smiling. "Nope. So play nice."
Walking to the patio, you pointed a finger at Joel, "We are not sharing a bed. Or a room."
"Fine by me." he shrugged, a slight smirk on his face.
At least he gave me a good-looking guest. Maybe he'll prove to be useful in fixing the house.
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an-aroaces-harem · 1 year ago
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fickle
Title: fickle
Pairing: Ellis x OC
Warnings: implied sex, failed drugging attempt, modern!au
Author's note: First of all, DO NOT take strangers to your home with you. Secondly, I kinda envisioned Ellis as werewolf!ellis but taking his latest epilogues and other story bits into consideration, his behaviour in my fic pretty much matches his canon behaviour.
This man could be the man she dreamed of, and she met him in a place of short-termed encounters, the reality of the present.
»You know,« Anne says, the loud music getting louder with every step, »I’m surprised we even got in with you wearing that cutesy outfit.«
»Yeah,« Heather chimes in, slightly pulling down her deep v-neck, »especially since cute and innocent is out. We aren’t teens anymore, Hana, guys want seductive women who know what they want.«
Hana just shrugs and follows them to the bar, avoiding all the sweaty bodies on the packed dance floor. The music currently playing isn’t to her liking as she sits down next to Anne. They order drinks, Anne glances to Hana, chin propped onto her palm, and decides that she needs alcohol in her system to cheer up. Anne beckons the bartender back to them, asking for a nice, fruity cocktail for Hana.
Hana rolls her eyes at that, not really fond of alcohol, and watches the other two downing their own drinks, followed by several shots. An orange one appears in Hana’s sight, decorated with a spiral straw and other glittery things she doesn’t need in a drink.
»Join us when you loosened up enough,« Heather shouts over the beats, patting Hana’s shoulder and she disappears with Anne in the crowd of dancing bodies.
Hana wonders why she agreed in the first place to go with them, she’s bored already. One night stands aren’t really her thing. Maybe she’s being a little old-fashioned, at least for someone her age. Anne and Heather, though, they act and live like the majority of their generation, hooking up with strangers at bars because true love is nothing more than a fickle dream, a lie of the past, and worrying about their future, good jobs with good income becoming more and more sparse.
Sometimes, she doesn’t want to grow up and relives her teens instead. Binge watching old cartoons or listening to 90’s or early 2000’s music for example, Hana still owns and wears her old clothing. It’s not like she actually wants to go back, going to high school once is more than enough for a lifetime, teenage boys ignorant—dishwasher kisses, unsure fumbling and sloppy breast groping—or absorbed, believing porn depicts reality.
Of course there are other boys out there but Hana never had the opportunity to date one. She fell for the nice faces and got crushed by her shattered expectations. And still she hopes to meet the man of her dreams—whoever that may be—with unconditional love and a fulfilled future. Hana wants nothing more than a family of her own.
Yet, she sits at a counter in a bar where people solely look for hookups and nothing serious. They want to live their youth to fullest before settling down, if ever.
Sighing in her mind, Hana reaches for her drink anyway. One won’t be a problem, she’ll order a glass of water afterwards and then just coke. Before she can take a sip through the straw, a foreign hand wraps itself around her glass and takes it away with little force.
Confused, she looks to the side where a man settled into Anne’s seat. She didn’t notice his presence at all. How long was she contemplating about her life? He puts her drink down again, eyeing her with a careful gaze.
He leans in to her, »You shouldn’t drink something you haven’t watched all the time.« Despite the loud music around them, his voice is smooth and the only thing she can hear in this very moment. After that, the noise filters back into her system.
Then she understands what he means. »You mean, someone put something in my drink?« she asks back. Rule number one while clubbing—never leave your drinks unattended. Since she appears as cute and innocent, as Heather put it, she is viewed as an easy victim. Now it looks like she actually is one, to her dismay. »Thanks, you literally saved me there.«
»No need to, don’t worry about it.« He smiles, eyes twinkling and piercings on his ears gleaming in the colorful club lights and Hana catches herself falling into her teen behavior—getting enamored by a pretty, good looking face.
The fact that he saved her from getting drugged isn’t helping either, rather enhancing because a man protecting her is totally her type. She orders a coke. Another cocktail would be more preferable but alcohol makes her clingy and whiny and no matter what will happen between them—or not—she doesn’t want him to see this side of her, so caffeine will suffice.
They end up at her apartment. At first, her companion for the night, he introduced himself as Ellis, wanted to go to a hotel but Hana trusted him that he had no ill intent and led him to her place instead. It’s only a small one-room-apartment in the dormitory but cheaper and more comfortable than a foreign hotel room.
Ellis’s an odd one, not in a bad way, but Hana has never met a man like him. There isn’t a single place of skin left on her he hasn’t kissed—or licked. She doesn’t mind, though, nobody has ever paid so much attention to her body and where she likes to be touched—or licked for that matter.
At least, he knows what to do with his tongue. Maybe Hana hasn’t had as many encounters with men as Anne or Heather but she knows for sure Ellis’s a great kisser. His kisses don’t feel like he wants to clean her mouth in a very sloppy way. On the other hand, he isn’t an inexperienced teen.
Another thing about him is his constant sniffing. Her hair, her throat, the juncture between her neck and shoulder and between her thighs seem to be his favorite places.
Everyone has different things they like; licking and sniffing—which Hana both actually enjoys, realizing that during the night—definitely are way better, and more harmless, than him wanting to choke her or telling her ›I want you to punish me‹ or whatever.
Ellis’s someone who likes to please and he’s utterly attentive—of course, that’s also a part of Hana’s type.
When she wakes up in the morning, Ellis’s still there, fast asleep. His face is snuggled into her stomach, forehead resting right beneath the gap of her breasts and his warm huffs of breath slightly tickling her. One arm lays under her waist, the other one is draped over her thighs, their legs are a tangled mess. Her own hands are on his head, fingers cradled in soft black locks.
The last bits of the summer sun illuminates them from her window. Ellis’ pale skin glows in the sun rays, painting him golden as if he’s radiating from the inside. Dust particles dance in the streaming light. The scene is so peaceful and undisturbed—
Hana fears Ellis waking up and the moment being broken. Last night will vanish like a dream, only to be replayed in her head. It’s something fickle, like true love. This man could be the man she dreamed of, and she met him in a place of short-termed encounters, the reality of the present.
Sighing, she burns everything into her memory and her fingers brush through his hair, slowly starting from the nape of his neck until they reach his ears. Ellis sighs as well—pleased unlike her—and nudges his nose into the soft skin of her stomach, the weight of his arm wandering up to her waist and he pulls her even closer with his hand on the small of her back.
Apparently she found his soft spot. Hana smiles to herself and she applies a little bit more pressure with her thumbs behind his ears, the other fingers kneading his neck again. When he presses open-mouthed kisses against her belly, she knows he’s awake and yet, the idle moment doesn’t shatter.
Her heart thumps loudly in her chest and she’s sure he can hear it, if him inching higher is any indication, leaving behind a wet trail on her torso. Ellis’s chuckling a bit, sending small vibrations through her body, before his nose is buried into her neck, taking deep breaths. His tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along her throat. Hana shudders, fingers digging into his scalp and then, his lips press against hers, kissing her senseless.
Her previous hookups—although scarce—never went like this and she wonders if the difference between them and him has a meaning. Not to forget that he’s the first one she invited into her small personal space.
»Morning,« Ellis mumbles low and raspy, one hand brushing over her side.
Hana’s still catching her breath and gets lost in his warm, dark orbs. She sees her own reflection in them and it dawns upon her that she hasn’t removed her makeup last night. Good, she never wears much—why should she plaster her whole face with numerous products if she has a good complexion?—but her eyeliner is certainly smudged and her mascara all over her eyes. Only her tinted lip balm was already gone, smeared away between countless kisses.
Even so, she smiles back. »Morning. Did you sleep well?« she asks, fingers still running through his hair.
A low sound, reminding her of a growl, escapes him, and his nose dives back into her neck. Ellis’ warm breath fans over her sensitive skin as he speaks, »Very.«
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nyoomfruits · 1 year ago
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Hi Ellie!! Good day to you. I just want to pop in to say I love what you have done with Lando and Oscar dynamic in What you do to me. The way Oscar was so nonchalant about giving a "friendly teammate brojob" at first and Lando was totally freaking out inside cuz til then his impression of Oscar had been so cool and collected?? like, thats them!! what Lando has learned from his former older teammates may not apply wholly this time!! and in the end Lando looked back!! hope is there!!
also irl Oscar describes himself as this chillaxing dude allll the time which has me thinking what about the time he is not >:) don't you just wnat to lose your shit sometimes babygirl >:)
Also Oscar is an Aries so as a quasi-interested astrology girl (when it fits my agenda) may I present this article which imo has an interesting description of Aries in bed https://www.sosyncd.com/zodiac-signs-ranked-by-best-in-bed/
My apology in advance for being horny in your ib </3 but I just you know your story was the serotonin I needed today <3
OH MY GOD HI THANK YOU <3
''don't you just wnat to lose your shit sometimes babygirl >:)" anon the numbers you would do in the ggb group chat you have no idea.
but YES oscar being this chill calm go with the flow dude actually being really vocal and intense in the bedroom has me <3
dl;akjsdflk i'm not much of a zodiac girly but the line 'They will do whatever it takes to make sure their partner is fully satisfied.' makes me so !!!! oh my god
DONT WORRY THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING HORNY IN MY IB actually you know what as an extra big thank you have a snippet of the norstri smut i'm currently writing in which oscar is a vampire for no other reason than. fun.
(tw for mentions of blood)
There’s a slight metallic taste to Oscar’s kiss, and Lando can’t help but think ‘that’s me, that’s my blood’, and it should be weird, all of this should be so weird, but all it does is make Lando want more.
“Off,” he mutters, pulling away from the kiss tugging at the bottom of Oscar’s t-shirt. “Off.”
“God, so demanding,” Oscar says, but complies anyway, taking off his shirt in one swift motion. “If I’d known you’d be like this I would have picked a different midnight snack.”
“Midnight snack,” Lando squawks, indignant, as his eyes roam over the expanse of Oscar’s chest. He’s seen him shirtless before, sure, but not like this. Not in the context of what is about to happen. It makes him feel kind of insane. He shakes it off, focuses back on Oscar’s face. “Why are you talking about me like I’m a can of Pringles.” Oscar pulls a face. Lando groans. “Do not tell me I taste like a can of Pringles.”
Oscar laughs. “Don’t worry. You don’t taste like a can of Pringles.” He tugs at Lando’s hoodie as he says it, and Lando guesses it’s only fair. He struggles a bit taking it off, but Oscar helps him, and when he’s free Oscar’s face is suddenly right there.
Never one to waste an opportunity, Lando leans in for another kiss. “Wait,” he suddenly says, pulling away so fast it nearly sends Oscar crashing on top of him. “What do I taste like?”
Oscar’s face is carefully blank as he says, “Nothing important.”
Lando frowns. “What does that mean?”
“Just. That you taste like nothing important.” His nose scrunches up as he says it. It’s endearingly cute.
“Oh my god,” Lando says, as it hits him all of a sudden. “Am I gross?”
Oscar laughs, but when he sees the panicked look on Lando’s face he stops, taking his face in his hands, rubbing his thumb over Lando’s cheek. “Hey, no, don’t worry. You’re not gross. Far from it. Trust me. You taste uh. Really nice.”
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raleighcarrera · 2 years ago
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ok i also forgot to tell you guys i randomly found the beginnings of a fic i started a long time ago where ellie tries to have sex with colt who is a ghost in the drafts of another blog LMAO
the candles were lit. the front door was locked. her phone was off.
ellie climbed in bed, determination set into every inch of her features. okay, she thought to herself, you know what to do.
deep breathing, that was step one. staying calm, that was important, too. then she just had to ask for what she wanted.
someone nice. ellie tried her best to envision the picture of what she was looking for, but she’d never really had a ‘type.’ someone hot.
hey, if she was going to lose her virginity to a ghost, it’d better be a good looking one.
the idea had sounded ridiculous to her at first. she’d been scrolling clickit and laughed when she stumbled on the article, already rolling her eyes before she even got past the headline: i had sex with a ghost. here’s what happened.
but then she’d finished the article, and dug into it a little more.
evidently, it was... possible. and she was so tired of being a virgin.
for a few long minutes, it felt like nothing was happening. ellie fidgeted on the bed, remembering the steps the medium had outlined.
breathe. believe.
still, she felt stupid. at least she hadn’t dressed up -- it was cold in her apartment and so she was still dressed in what she’d worn to her afternoon classes, jeans and a t-shirt and a cardigan.
ignoring the part of her brain that was adamant nothing was going to happen, she screwed her eyes shut tightly, believing with everything she had. please. send me a hot ghost to talk to.
all of the candles she’d lit extinguished abruptly. ellie sat up in bed with a gasp, her eyes wide.
“sorry,” said a voice through the darkness, “fire makes me kind of antsy.” her bedroom lights flickered on.
she stared open-mouthed at the boy who materialized before her. he couldn’t have been much older than she was, and he looked -- normal. part of her had been envisioning someone dressed in period clothing, a victorian-era style relic with an accent, but... he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and sounded like every other guy at college.
“what’s up?” he said, grinning at her. “something wrong?”
“huh?” her face flushed red as she realized he had no idea what he was supposed to be here for. “oh. um. well... it’s kind of a long story. sorry -- you look really normal, it’s throwing me off.”
“i’ve only been dead for, like, a year,” he shrugged, tilting his head to look around her room. “you live here? this is a cool spot. are we in LA?”
“yeah,” she answered slowly, confusion clear in her voice. “i -- does this sort of thing happen to you... often?”
“not really,” he said nonchalantly, as though it absolutely did, “but i grew up in the city. sometimes i still visit. anyway, what do you want?”
well. no one had told her she was going to have to ask. this was embarrassing. “i don’t want to say.”
he looked at her like she was insane. “so what’d you call me for?”
“i didn’t call you, i just asked for --” ellie felt her face flush red. “someone hot.”
his eyebrows climbed higher. “why? i mean -- nice, but why?”
okay. so the ghost was definitely going to laugh at her. “because i... am a virgin. and i don’t want to be.”
the boy blinked at her. “seriously? you want to have sex with a ghost?”
“okay -- i read about it online and it didn’t sound like the worst idea,” she rushed to defend, “i didn’t think it’d be like -- like the same as meeting someone in person. if i’d known it was going to be like this i wouldn’t have tried.”
“i don’t even think it counts as losing your virginity,” he mused, “i mean i think my dick would go in, but --”
“oh my god, stop,” ellie said. her face felt like it was on fire. “it was a dumb idea, forget it.”
“i mean, it’s not like you’re not cute,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her, “can’t you find someone to have sex with you who’s still, you know, alive? unless you’re like sixteen or something.”
as if this could get any more mortifying. “i’m twenty-one.”
he stared at her, open-mouthed. “you’re twenty-one and still a virgin?”
“don’t judge me,” she snapped, “it’s not like -- it’s not like i’m not trying. i’m in my senior year of college and i’m basically invisible. i’ve been so obsessed with school my whole life and now anyone i meet is going to think i’m a loser and i’ll never have a normal relationship and i just -- i just want to get it over with, so there’s not so much pressure all the time. i don’t want it to be, like, a thing.”
“wow, dramatic,” he said, making her glare at him, “it’s been a while since i’ve heard anything that angsty.”
“i also asked for someone nice,” she said pointedly, “obviously i did it wrong.”
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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years ago
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Better than me
This is my very first Joel Miller x Reader work. And I completely got carried away. I may do a series, if you guys like it? Joel deserves all the love in the world 🥺Please, let me know what you think!
Summary: You live across the street from Joel. Every night, you watch him play the guitar on his porch and one night, you find the courage to go out and talk to him.
Songs: Future days ; Better than me
Warnings: Smut, oral, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, a bit of roughness
Words count: 5k
Jackson, Wyoming
Just like every night, your neighbor Joel Miller was sitting on his porch, playing his guitar. Just like every night, you stood by your window, listening to whatever he’s playing, tonight he settled on ‘Future days’. You remembered this song from a long time ago. And just like every night, you hoped you’d find the courage to go out and talk to him.
But you never really talked to him. You crossed paths every now and then, barely exchanging two sentences. It’s way much easier to talk with Ellie, the teenager living with him. One day, you were actually talking with Ellie inside the house and when he got home, you found a stupid excuse and disappeared pretty quickly.
You haven’t been able to find the courage to talk to him. Until that night. It was 2am, and you could still hear him play. He was trying to be silent, even though that’s not really possible. You quickly checked yourself in the shitty small mirror of your bathroom and got out of your house. Joel noticed you only when you were standing right in front of him.
“Hey, Y/N. I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” he gently asked.
“Nah, don’t worry. Couldn’t sleep,” you waved off. “Thought I’d enjoy the music from closer,” you were thankfully it was dark outside, so he couldn’t see you profusely blushing.
“Take a seat,” he offered, showing off the chair next to him. “I’m not sure we’ve ever been properly introduced?” he said, after you settled next to him.
“Yeah, me neither,” you smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’m from Nevada, I’ve been in Jackson for a few months and well-- what else can we say?”
He chuckled. “Fair. Joel Miller,” he said, extending his hand to you over his guitar and you shook it. “I’m from Texas. And I play the guitar,”
“Noticed. You actually have been my personal radio for the past months,”
“As long as you enjoy it. Do you play?”
“Unfortunately not. I used to play violin though,” you confessed. “Long time ago,”
“I wish I could find one, just to hear you play,”
That night, most of the conversation turned around music and instruments. You were a teenager when the virus appeared, and you were a music junkie. You didn’t know why but you confessed to Joel that your dream was to be a rockstar and tour all around the world with a band. He told you about his favorite artists back then, and how he started to play the guitar. He confessed about writing songs when the inspiration hits. Which hasn’t for a while.
The next day, you happily joined him again. This time, you talked less about music and more about yourselves. Joel told you about Ellie, how he met her and how that teenager made her way to his heart. For a moment, he considered telling you about Sarah, but what would be the point? You don’t know each other enough, and he didn’t want to look like the man stuck twenty years prior. Even if you all are, somehow. You told him about your family, that you lost a while ago and how you ended up here in Jackson.
For weeks, meeting Joel on his porch became a thing. You were there almost every night, even when there were some sorts of events in town. You enjoyed his company way more than you should and so did he. But neither of you would say so. Some nights, he didn’t even pick up his guitar, it was just you and him, right there, talking. Falling.
One night, Joel’s heart rushed into his chest as he saw you walking with a limp, up to your house. He put his guitar down and jogged to you, right before you slammed your front door. “Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, clearly worried.
“Huh, yeah, yeah. My knee didn’t appreciate today’s patrol,” you told him, motioning him to join inside your house.
“Were you attacked or something?” he asked, watching you collapsing on your couch.
“No, no, nothing like that. I’m just a klutz,” you tiredly giggled. Joel wanted to laugh too but he was still very worried. He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your leg to put it under.
“I’ll be right back in ten minutes, okay?”
You didn’t have time to overthink. Joel left your house in a rush and true to his words, he came back ten minutes later with something in his hand. You hadn’t moved a bit, and you watched him approaching. What he had in his hands was ice. “Do you mind if I bounce back your pants?” he asked and you nodded.
Ever so gently, Joel freed your injured knee and put the ice on it. You hissed at the cold and thanked him anyway. “I’m gonna let you rest,”
You didn’t want him to leave. Not just yet. “You know, the pain will probably keep me awake for a while. I wouldn’t mind a private concert by my favorite guitarist,”
Joel chuckled at that, trying to avoid how it made his heart melt. “Fine. I’ll be right back,”
That night, Joel played ‘Future days’ over and over after you asked him to. He kept playing and singing until you fell asleep next to him.
It took a few weeks for your knee to heal, during which Joel had been nothing but an angel. He was over your house every day, checking on your knee to make sure it was properly healing. He made sure you have enough ice and he brought your meals to prevent you from going to the self. Even while being on a patrol, he found a way to have your meals being brought to you.
“Must be nice to be Joel Miller’s favorite,” Jesse joked as you opened the door. He was holding your dinner in one hand and some ice in the other. “God I wish someone would home delivered for me,”
You let your friend in, and settled back on your couch with your leg up. “I can injure your knee for you,” you offered with a grin.
“Wouldn’t work. I’m not cute enough to get Joel’s attention,”
“Shut up!”
Jesse sat next to you. “His guitar’s here. Is he living here? Oh my god, are you guys dating?”
“No! We’re just friends,” you explained. “We just share the same love of music. So, yes, he does come here and plays,”
“Wow, you really think I’m gonna buy this?” Jesse raised an eyebrow at you.
“Jesse, I swear. Nothing is happening between me and Joel,”
“But you wished,”
“Just leave already.” you retorted.
“Y/N, be careful, okay? The man is broken,”
“Yeah, so?”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt,”
“Right. Cause you surely stopped loving Dina when you found that she was a lesbian!”
“I’m just saying, Y/N.”
“Thanks for the home delivery,” you don’t want a cold to stand between you and Jesse, “If I had money, I’d tip you,” you smiled at him.
“You know, you could pay me in nature,”
While that sentence made you laugh, Joel didn’t have the same reaction. He was standing right behind Jesse, his arms crossed over his chest. Your friend didn’t see him at first, still waiting for you to say something, “Hi, Joel,” you said, embarrassed.
Jesse didn’t turn around immediately. He knew Joel would kill him if he could. “I’m just gonna go and avoid your eyes, Joel,” he said, leaving the house in a rush, his face buried deep in his shoulders.
“Good call,” Joel muttered.
“It was just a joke,” you said as soon as you heard the door closing.
“I wouldn’t be sure about that, Y/N. He was just waiting for you to say yes,” Joel was still standing with his arms crossed.
“So, what if I agreed?” you teased him, hoping it would make things move forward a little. But it didn’t.
“Do you want me to call him back? He isn’t far, yet,”
“Just come here and give me my hug, would you?”
Joel’s anger - and obvious jealousy - evaporated as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He isn’t much of a hugger, but you are and you managed to make him addicted to your hugs. He loves being intoxicated by your scent, he loves how you hold him tight, he loves how your fingers always find their way to the small hair in the back of his head. And you love how he buries his head in your back, how his strong arms wrap you so perfectly, how his hands sometimes grab your clothes in a fist.
A few weeks later
Your knee was completely healed and you were back on patrols. Things were moving in Jackson and you and Joel spent less late nights together. You were missing him and he was missing you.
One night, a ball was being held. Everyone here needed that every now and then to cheer up and have some good time. Jesse, Dina and Ellie convinced you to come. You did and as predicted, you spent the entire night waiting for Joel to appear, but he never did.
You were walking back to your house around 3 in the morning. As you approached your street, you could hear the music. Instead of going home, you stopped in front of Joel’s porch. “You said you’d come,” you told him.
“I know, I shouldn’t have. Those aren’t my thing,” he apologized. “Are you mad?”
“No,” you said, lying just a little and sitting next to him. “Just disappointed. It was really nice,”
“No doubt. I’m sorry,”
“I’ll accept your apology with you show me how to play,”
Joel chuckled and handed you his guitar. Then, he moved his chair closer to yours. His chest was literally against your back, his face a few inches from yours. You tried to focus on the instrument, but he made it really hard as his hand covered yours in order to show you where to put your fingers. He started with the easiest chord, E.
As you played violin, it wasn’t completely new to you. But you’d have played dumb if needed, as long as he stayed right where he was. When E sounded good, Joel turned his face to the side to look at you. You were already staring. His lips were so close to yours, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips, from your lips to your eyes.
It was now or never. You took your shot and crashed your lips on his. Thankfully, he eagerly responded to your kiss. One of his hands moved to your neck, his beard was gently tickling your skin and he parted his lips, letting his tongue out. You happily welcomed his tongue into your mouth and moaned. The kiss was passionate and intense, Joel couldn’t get you close enough to his liking.
But eventually, he broke it off. You whined, and when you opened your eyes again, you couldn’t see it caused him physical pain to break the kiss. “Don’t you want—“ you start to say.
“I do,” he cut you off. “God, how I do,” his nose was brushing against yours, his hand still in your neck.
“Then why aren’t lips on mine anymore?” You gently nipped his bottom lip and that made him chuckle.
“Are you sure, Y/N?” He had to ask.
“Fuck, Joel. I’ve been simping over you for ages,”
“Simping?”
“Right, sorry I forgot how old you are,” you rolled your eyes.
“I’m gonna show you how old I am, babygirl,” he groaned.
In a flash, Joel grabbed his guitar and your wrist. You’re actually not sure which one he was holding the softest. He put the guitar in the living room and took you to his bedroom. As soon as he kicked the door shut, he spinned you around, holding you against the door and his lips crashed on yours, roughly.
He didn’t kiss you long enough, though. He quickly drifted south, and assaulted your neck. You moaned in his hair, and you could feel the obvious bulge in his jeans against your thighs. His hands traveled under your top and you tried to palm his erection, but he immediately stopped you.
Joel grabbed your wrists into his hand and pinned them above your head. He just stared for a moment. Stared at your swollen lips, at the marks he already made in your neck and in your eyes. You were looking at him with both killing desire and love. It confused him for a brief second but he shut his brain and kissed you again.
You were desperate to touch him, undress him, feel him. But he was strongly holding your hands, all you could was grinding your center against his thigh. “So needy,” he whispered in your ear before nipping the lobe. You swallowed thickly and let out a loud moan.
“Yes, I need you Joel. Please,” you begged him. When was the last time someone beg for him?
“It’s been such a long time, I probably won’t last,” he breathed out, shamefully.
“We have a lifetime ahead of us, who cares,”
That sentence didn’t have the impact you were shooting for. In a second, you were completely free from Joel’s grip as he took a big step back. He was panting. “That’s not—“ he whispered, trying to put his thoughts into words.
“Aw baby, did you already come?” you teased him.
“That was a close call, but that’s not my point, Y/N,” you could see he was getting angry. But why? At who?
You took a step forward, your hands tenderly cupping his bearded cheeks. “Then what is your point?” you asked, genuinely concerned.
“This—is a bad idea,” Joel struggled. He leaned into your touch but frowned as he knew he couldn’t enjoy it too much. “You—you should leave,” he wrapped his hands around your wrists, forcing you to let go of his face.
“Not until you give me one good reason, Joel.” Now, you were getting angry. Hurt. Frustrated. All of that.
“You deserve better—“ he whispered. “Better than me,”
“That’s not a good—“
“That’s good enough for me. Please, Y/N.” He begged you, pain clearly written all over his face.
“You’re making a big mistake, you know that?” Joel heard your voice cracking and you had barely finished your sentence, that his thumb was softly brushing your lips.
“That’s my jam,” he sadly tried to joke.
You have no idea what happened in his mind in a brief period of time but for whatever reason, Joel wanted you to leave. He had changed his mind and you’re not the kind of person to force people. If he doesn’t want you like this, if he doesn’t want you around him, you’ll let him be.
You left his house. Leaving you both broken-hearted.
A year later
Avoiding someone in Jackson isn’t an easy task, but somehow, Joel managed to do it pretty well. He always disappeared when you showed up, no matter where it was. He managed to never stare at you from afar when you were definitely staring. The only moment you could’ve walked to him and asked for explanations was at night, as he kept playing the guitar and all of those songs you kept talking about. But he asked you to leave and never apologized. Why would you be the one to make the first move?
As Joel checked his next patrol, he noticed he’s set on a patrol with you the very next day. Completely pissed off, he bursted into Tommy’s office and slammed the door behind. He planted his fists on the desk and stared at his younger brother. “Why the hell am I teaming with Y/N for tomorrow’s patrol?” he barked.
“What’s wrong with her?” Tommy asked, genuinely curious as to why Joel was that mad.
“Nothing,” he said, raising his hands defensively. “I just don’t want to team up with her,”
“I’ll consider making some changes, if you give me a good reason,” Tommy stood up and got closer to Joel.
“I--I almost had sex with her,”
“Almost? Couldn’t get through with it, brother?” Tommy teased him.
Before answering, Joel threw himself on the worn out couch and Tommy sat on the armbar, waiting for explanations. “We were--at it. But I had to stop,” Joel admitted, growling at himself.
“Couldn’t get it up?”
“Tommy, fuck off,”
“I honestly don’t understand how in the world you couldn’t have sex with one of the most beautiful women in Jackson,”
“Cause-- she deserves better than this. Better than me,”
“Bullshit!” Tommy shouted.
“Listen, I’m an old grumpy and lonely guy--” Joel trailed off.
“Cut the crap, bro. I’ve always wondered what her deal was, since she’s turning down all the guys around, but now it makes sense. She clearly wants you,”
“She shouldn’t,”
“Don’t you think that’s on her to decide? So, please, get the hell out of my office, go on that patrol with her tomorrow and take things back where you left them,”
“You’re the worst brother ever,” Joel rolled his eyes.
“I know. I want my brother to get laid, how horrible of me,” Tommy sarcastically answered, before giving his brother a tap in his back.
The next day came way too fast for Joel.
He was late and people were pressing you to do the patrol. You took the two horses with you and walked up to his house. You knocked and let yourself in immediately, “Joel, you’re late,” you called out for him, “I know you don’t want to spend the day with me but we don’t have a choice,” you spoke loudly, not knowing where he was. As you walked to the kitchen, you saw Ellie packing her bag. “Oh, hey El!” you greeted her, hoping you weren’t blushing.
She smiled at you. “Joel’s in the bathroom. He should be down in a minute,” she told you before walking out. “He brought some coffee. Help yourself,”
“Oh, nice!”
Upstairs, Joel couldn’t decide what to wear. Why did it matter anyway? Why did he want to look...good for you? He didn’t have much clothes and all of them were used and dirty. But he settled for his green shirt, as he remembered you telling him it looked good on him. He checked his hair and beard one more time, he even checked his breath before cursing to himself. And he joined you downstairs.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee in Joel’s used mug and started to look around, waiting for him. You hadn’t been there in a year, you hadn’t even approached the porch. You missed this, you missed Joel.
A paper on the coffee table grabbed your attention. You took it in your hand and started to read what was on it, but you heard Joel’s footsteps coming down. You only had a glimpse of it
“The bed I'm lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would've said it's over
And I can't pretend
I won't think about you when I'm older
'Cause we never really had our closure
This can't be the end
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me”
You recognized Joel’s handwriting. This really sounded like a song, but no time to analyze it, as he took the paper from your hand and folded it in his back pocket. “Is that a song?” You asked.
“Really don’t want to talk about it. Let’s go,”
“Haven’t finished my coff—“ you didn’t have time to finish either your sentence or your coffee. Joel grabbed the mug from your hand and drank the rest of the brown liquor.
“There. Finished.”
“Wow, it’s gonna be a long day,” you mumbled in your teeth as you were walking out.
“What?” Joel asked from behind.
“It’s gonna be a wonderful day!” You sarcastically exclaimed.
It was indeed a long day. You and Joel barely talked, only exchanging about your ride of the day. You tried your best not to look much at him, but it was hard as he was looking this good with his green shirt. The worst was when he rolled up his sleeves, showing off his strong and veiny forearms.
On the other hand, Joel spent the entire day looking at you. Most of the time, you were riding the horse in front of him. He had a perfect view on your ass and he loved how it bounced. You were wearing an old tank top, letting him see your tattoo on your shoulder. He wanted to press his lips against your skin again. He missed you like hell.
“Are you mad at me, Y/N?” he asked, while the two of you had gone down from the horses. You turned around to face him.
“Mad?” you sounded angry but somehow, your body language and the sadness on your face said otherwise. “No, I’m just--lost. I still don’t understand, Joel.” you shrugged. There was something in your expression, on your face, that broke his heart all over again.
“I told you.” he just answered.
“Well okay, let’s say that it doesn’t make sense to me,” you corrected yourself, “We spent so much time together, and every second was amazing. Then we kissed and--you took me inside your house, you pinned me against your door, I thought it was going really well and all of the sudden, you backed off. And--and you spent the past year avoiding me, but somehow, you still play your fucking guitar on your porch, knowing that I can hear you. Hell, you spend a serious amount of time playing ‘Future days’— and what you wrote—”
You hadn’t realized you were rambling until his lips crashed into yours. Rough but tender at the same time, his beard tickled your nose. He was holding your face in his hands, making you as close as possible to him. It stayed a chaste kiss until he pulled back. “And now you’re kissing me again,” you said, a bit shaken in a beautiful way.
“I just wanted you to shut up,” he smirked.
“Please, make some sense, Joel,” you pleaded him. “Because I really don’t understand and it prevents me from moving on,” you paused, “Not that I actually want to move on,”
“You never shut up, do you?”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t stop kissing me,”
Back at your house
This past year was long forgotten when you and Joel reached your house. You locked your door behind and basically ran to your bedroom, taking him with you. You were so fast, Joel almost tripped in the stairs. Once in your bedroom, you threw him on your bed and straddled him. You were not going to let him escape this time.
You crashed your lips on his, and you kissed him feverishly. You never unbuttoned a shirt this fast in your life. Joel’s hands got under your tank top and quickly got rid of it, along with your bra. Joel cupped one of your breasts in his hand and brought his mouth to the other. He played with your nipples for a moment, while you freed him from his jeans and boxers. You stroked him a few times, feeling some precum on your fingers. Joel let out the biggest moan he ever had. It’s been so long. So fucking long, he couldn’t stand the foreplay, “I need to be inside you, sweetheart. Like, right now,” he growled.
You got off his lap just to take your pants and panties off. Joel’s eyes darken at the sight of your naked body. He could’ve come just from the sight.
You pushed his shoulders so he was completely laying on the bed. Joel felt your wetness when you started to grind your center against his hard cock. It was killing him.
“Just for my peace of mind,” he managed to say, “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked, his hands resting on your hips.
“Would it change something if I was?” you answered, pressing your body against his.
“Yes. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I would take my time with you,” he gently said, planting soft kisses around your mouth.
“I’m not a virgin. It’s been a while though, does hymen grow back?”
Joel laughed at that, but his laugh quickly turned into a deep growl as you made him penetrate you. You slided onto him so slowly, it took everything in his power not to shove his length as deep as he could. You felt his fingers digging so hard on your hips, you’ll probably wake up with bruises in the morning. It’s been such a long time, it almost felt like it was indeed your first time.
As he bottomed out, Joel kissed you roughly. He’s not going to last. This is too much. “Fuck, Y/N! You’re so tight,” he groaned in your ear, holding your hair in his fist.
You pulled out slowly and got him to bottom out again. You rode him with this killer pace, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He made you roll over and pinned you down onto the mattress. Again, his fingers dug into your skin, and his lips crashed on yours in a rough and sloppy kiss. Joel quickened the pace, fucking you relentlessly. He could hear you cry his name and it quickly became a blur to him. It was so much for him, he completely forgot about your pleasure and after a few quick and hard thrusts, Joel came deep inside your pussy, crying your name out loud.
This was too quick, you didn’t have time to cum too. But you didn’t mind, you knew he was going to get even. Plus, seeing him falling apart on top of you like that was the most sexy and erotic and amazing thing you ever witnessed. That image only could get you soaking wet. Pretty much like you were at this moment.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” he said, collapsing on you.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him, stroking his hair and kissing his temple. He was sweaty as hell, but you loved the taste of him on your lips.
“God,” he panicked, “I came inside you,” he looked at you with wide eyes, realizing the risk it was. He should have never come inside you. This is way too risky. There are no birth controls and no condoms. He can’t do that again. The panic washed him over, but you stayed pretty calmed under him. “Why are you not freaking out? Yelling at me?”
“Is there anything we can do about it?” you asked, steady.
“Well--” he trailed off. Obviously, there’s nothing you can do about it. He came, it’s too late.
“I’ll be careful next time, I promise.” he apologized and kissed you.
Once the panic disappeared, Joel remembered that you didn’t come. He got carried away by his own pleasure, he completely forgot about yours. “Don’t move,” he ordered you and made a trail of wet kisses down to your core. You moaned when his lips reached your clit and he smirked. He licked and sucked on your clit for a moment, one of his arms around your waist to keep you still. When he felt your hand running through his hair, and your nails digging on his scalp, he moaned himself. “Fuck, you’re tasting yourself,” you breathed out.
“I couldn’t care less.” he muttered.
As he kept eating like a starving man, Joel surprised you with a thick finger entering your core. “Jesus, Joel! Yes!” you cried and he didn’t waste time adding another finger. His fingers were curling inside you, hitting exactly where they were supposed and he remained sucking hard on your clit. “Just like that, yes! Fuck!” he felt your body shaking under him and his free hand immediately rushed to your breasts, pinching your nipples between his thumb and index. He didn’t stop, not even slowed down until you came hard on his face, crying his name so loud, all Jackson probably heard you.
As you were catching your breath, Joel got back on top of you and wrapped an arm around your neck. He held you so tight, you almost couldn't breathe but you loved every second of it. You were surprised by his length teasing your oversensitive entrance, “I’ve never recovered this fast in my life.” he growled in your ear. “Can I?” he asked for your consent, gently kissing your temple.
“Yes please! Give it to me, baby. Fuck me!”
That was all he needed. He didn’t need his hand to slide inside of you again. In one thrust, he bottomed out and cursed. “You were made for me,” he said, huskily, before kissing you, all teeth and tongue.
As he thrusted hard and deep inside your pussy, you grabbed his ass and squeezed. He chuckled against your mouth and quickened his pace. He fucked you relentlessly again but this time, he took his time. There was less urge, he was thinking about your pleasure too.
He finally let go of your neck, and got on his knees, lifting your hips a little. Your ass was resting on his thighs as he kept thrusting. That angle drove both of you crazy. While one of his hands was holding your hips hard, he furiously rubbed your clit with the other. He could feel you're losing it. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” you told him. “Fuck, you feel so good!” you cried his name again, coming and creaming on his cock.
“God, I’ll never get used to that sight,” Seeing you losing it under his touch sent him over the edge. He managed to withdraw just in time to come on your stomach, he didn’t even have to give himself a few final strokes.
He collapsed on top of you again, not caring about the sticky mess between your bodies. “You’ll be the death of me, Y/N,” he said and you chuckled.
“I love you, Joel. There’s no better than you,”
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losingherface · 3 years ago
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I have the moon
Warnings: Quick ish Smut, 18+
Info : It’s Ellie and readers first night at their new house, that used to be Joel’s.
A/n: srry if it’s terrible, i’ve been busy and just not in the mood to write if i’m being honest but yeahhh also I would love to have requests that obviously fit within the story line because I’m getting a bit dry :))
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The boxes were full and ready to go. It took about a month to pack up and completely move into Joel’s farmhouse.
It was strange seeing your apartment empty. You had lived here on your own for so many years before Ellie came along. The furniture had changed over the years, and pretty much everything did due to Ellie moving in, having dogs, they suddenly die, having cats, and they suddenly died as well. But this time, it was finally empty, it looked like it did when you had first bought it. It looked like you kept it the same all these years.
You handed the key to your landlord, Britt, she was always fun and kept you company before Ellie, when you were depressed about your job, or anything really. It was hard seeing you go and you felt the same of course. She held you in the tightest hug and it felt like a stab in your heart. But you wanted this, so you weren’t really worried about how you’d feel in a few days.
Ellie waited for you in the car. When you got inside, you immediately noticed the constant smile on her face, she would try hiding it but you could tell, and god that made you feel so good.
It was a long month. From the wedding, to Joel dying, and now this, moving five hours from the city into a rural town where you two would be basically separated from everything, it was a lot. Now you were ready to get to your new home and nap it all off.
Jesse, Dina, Tommy, and Maria had all helped move us in throughout the week, and make things comfortable for us. Dina couldn’t get over the countryside and Jesse was irritated by her constantly whining to move closer to us as their baby, JJ, spilled his juice everywhere and made a mess. You were ready for them to leave. Reaching over to pull JJ away, from potentially making another huge mess, Dina calls you to the kitchen.
You were close to losing your temper but instead just ignored it, maybe Ellie will do something.
“Yea?”
“I love these counters, I have a friend if you guys ever need a renovator.” Dina told you as she took out something from the oven, your attention immediately going there.
“Yea I know, What’s that in the oven?”
“My special banana bread, so you can think of me when we leave.”
It was literally all you wanted right now.
“Thanks Dina. I’m going to miss you. And that baby of yours.”
As for Ellie, she had been fine, for the most part. She hadn’t completely opened up about how she was feeling but you knew it was passing by. Passing by as in, she was accepting that she’ll never talk to Joel again, not that she’s getting over it and forgetting about him- she’ll never forget him, it was her dad. There was a glow that sat beautifully on her face and it was the same glow she had when you two got married, when you two would be in each other’s presence. It seemed that was her way of telling you but not telling you either that she was content and you loved it.
Your head peaked out of the kitchen once again to look at Ellie, JJ and Jesse in the living room. Ellie had been playing with JJ and you couldn’t help but lose your train of thought. It was so cute when she did that.
Dina, Jesse, and JJ were finally leaving. You were going to miss your best friend as she wasn’t just down the street anymore, she was five hours away. Her baby was getting older, and soon it was time she would have to start paying full attention to him so the chances of regular communication were getting lower.
You couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken.
After everyone left, you devoured the banana bread with a large cup of milk, leaning over the counter, nitpicking everything in your head about this house.
You remembered Ellie had been setting up her art room, it was a nice size and way better than the balcony at the apartment. You cleaned yourself up and walked to the room.
The door was slightly open and the room had been quiet, only Ellie’s humming being heard.
You knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Ellie said softly and you walked in. Shutting the door behind you, trying to not disturb the peacefulness.
“It’s late, do you want to come to bed?” You asked as you watched her draw yet another portrait of Joel.
She yawned and put down her pencil. She didn’t answer your question and instead walked over to you and hugged your waist while kissing down your soft neck. She pulled away, “Let’s go.” She stretched her long arm out for you as she opened the door, leading you to your new bedroom.
The bedroom was large, with a walk in closet, a bathroom and a beautiful large window that wasn’t covered with curtains for the purpose of the countryside view.
The room was obviously empty only with a bed that had pastel yellow sheets Maria had bought. You sat down on the bed as Ellie followed. She sat and watched you take off your pants leaving you only in your underwear and a slightly large shirt, Ellie had done the same only her top half was completely bare.
It was the middle of the night in the new house, the first night you two had slept there. It had a creepy feel to it. It was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the large window you had been facing. From the window where you had been lying down, you got a nice view of the farm and the night sky, and also an occasional few cars that would pass by.
It was so hot that you had been fighting with the blankets all night, whether they should be on or off. Looking over at Ellie, she had seemed to be sleeping like a baby. You continue to look at the window while laying down, eyes wandering all over the place. The time was 2:00 a.m. It was going to be a long night.
Sweat begins forming on your back, causing you to pull your shirt off, now only in your undergarments.
“I’m going to go look for a fan. I think he had one in the attic.” Ellie just randomly blurs out causing you to look at her, startled.
“Please, baby it’s so hot.” You say as you lean over to the small chair beside the bed and grab the water bottle, desperately chugging it again. As you did that, Ellie leaves to look for a fan.
What had felt like forever, Ellie finally arrives with a fan. It was a decent size and was perfect. As Ellie plugs it in, you unclip your bra and let all of the cool air hit you before lying back in the bed, covering yourself with the blanket.
You hear Ellie rumbling into bed, a lot closer than before, wrapping her arm around your body, pulling you closer. It felt so nice to have her this close, as she really hadn’t been willing to for a few months. Also with the heat, you’d just hate being that close.
Ellie takes her warm and soft lips, and presses it on your neck. Kissing you up and down, you closed your eyes hoping she wasn’t just giving you a goodnights kiss but wanted more.
You pull your blanket down from your face to show her your exposed breasts, ready to be caressed and sucked on (lmfao idk how else to say it).
She looks at you with a slight smile before kissing your temple. “Please..” You whisper, grabbing her head with both of your hands, she knew exactly what you wanted. You adjusted your position, lying on your back, waiting for Ellie to slip under the sheet.
Ellie and you hadn’t been together like this in a while, considering everything she’s been through and the missed honeymoon. You can see it on Ellie’s face, she felt so good at this moment. Her face was lit up and the light coming from the night sky reflected on her face.
Ellie kissing down your neck, you move your hand over to caress her soft, slightly greasy hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you whisper, “I love you.” She breaks the kiss, whispering the same back to you before continuing to kiss, getting lower with each one.
At this point, you both knew exactly where this was going, it was one of Ellie’s favorite ways to make you smile. You spread your legs a bit further, allowing Ellie to have some space. You desperately throw the blanket off of the both of you to be able to see her. Her strong hands hold down both of your legs, her eyes lock with yours as she begins licking you right where you wanted her to. Your eyes begin to look drowsy as Ellie begins to pick up the pace. As you moan loudly, you notice Ellie smiling at you making your sounds every once and a while. Seeing her do that made you want more, you loved seeing her that way. You throw your head back into the fluffy, white pillow, grabbing onto anything that was in your region as Ellie relentlessly pleased you with her wet, warm tongue.
you were a mess and by the time you were able to let it all out over Ellie’s sweaty face, you were covered in your own sweat, sitting up on elbows, looking at Ellie get up and move towards you.
Ellie grabbed the blanket nearby and covered you and herself up. You immediately wrap your body around hers, pressing light kisses to her face.
“I forgot how much I love doing that.” Ellie says as you slowly begin to open your eyes.
You propped your head up on your elbow, leaning into Ellie more, caressing your hard, short nails up and down her back. “It looked like you really needed that.”
“Yeah, I think us moving into this house, and getting to do that, makes me feel better.” Ellie struggled to say but it was genuine and you knew she’d be back on her feet again in about another week.
You didn’t know what to say, Ellie’s smile forming on her face effortlessly put you in awe and it left you there once again, staring at her because sometimes that’s all you could do. She appreciated it either way.
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A/N: I suck at comforting ppl irl and it rlly shows in these stories, and this took me long cuz I can’t bring myself to write smut correctly so i was a little insecure but whatevererrr
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ren1327 · 3 years ago
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Close to Me
A Huskerdust/Angelhusk tumblr exclusive fic based on Ellie Goulding's "Close to Me" feat. Diplo and Swae Lee.
Part of the Light up the Night storyline
CW: Lots of cussing, mentions of sex and bullying Moxxie
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SLAM!
Charlie jumped when she heard a door upstairs slam, then a hard pounding on wood before a frustrated yell had her on her feet.
She nearly ran into Husk as he stalked to the bar, grabbing a bottle off the shelf and uncorking it, taking several large gulps.
“Um…Everything good, Husk?” She asked.
Niffty suddenly hopped past, whining softly to herself as she leapt into the kitchen, hearing pots and pans banging.
Charlie looked at Husk, who had started on a second bottle and quickly followed the cyclops girl.
“Hey, Niffty?” Charlie asked.
Niffty was quickly measuring out flour and muttering to herself as she grabbed some eggs.
“Sad brownies?” Charlie asked as Niffty grabbed a block of fudge, then turned a grabbed a second.
“Sad brownies.” She said and turned to tie her hair in two short pigtails and wash her hands.
“What happened?” Charlie asked when Niffty gave her a bowl and whisk.
“Oh, Miss Charlie…” Niffty sighed and started chopping nuts. “It was awful!”
*
EARLIER...
“Dance with me, Husk.” Angel teased as they walked past a club, Niffty peeking inside and grinning.
“We gotta get this stuff back to the hotel, Ang.” Husk said. “Some other time, okay?”
“Fiiiiine!” Angel huffed and reached for Husk’s hand.
Husk pulled his fingers away and crossed his arms.
Angel blinked. “The fuck?”
“Not here, Angel.” Husk said and looked at an old poster of Angel in drag.
Angel’s eyes followed his and he scoffed.
“Are ya serious?” He asked and stalked ahead, Niffty looking from Husk to Angel before hopping to the former’s side.
“Husky, what’s going on?” She asked.
“Nothin’, Niff.” He grumbled.
The walk back was tense and silent as they all made it back into the hotel.
Angel dropped his things on the counter and went up to his room, Husk cursing and following after his boyfriend once the groceries had been put away.
Niffty cocked her head and leapt up the stairs, hearing muffled shouting.
“…fuckin’ scared to be seen with me?”
“…know damn well I don’t give a shit!”
“Be honest Husk!” Angel yelled as Niffty placed her ear near the door. “Ya think I’m disgusting or somethin’? Think I’m too much of a slu—”
“Shut up!” Husk yelled. “I just…I don’t think…Ang…we’re…not good enough to been seen together…”
Niffty squinted her eye, Husk voice very low.
“Good en---Good enough?!” Angel yelled and there was the sound of glass breaking.
Niffty ran behind a plant as Husk ran out, a perfume bottle smashing behind his feet as he turned.
“Angel…I didn’t mean it like that…Angel!” Husk yelled as the door slammed. He pounded on the door before yelling in frustration and going down the stairs.
*
NOW...
Niffty sighed. “I think I get what Husk meant. I hear him talking with Mimzy when she’s over."
“Oh?” Charlie asked as they waited for the brownies to bake.
“It’s not Angel isn’t good enough.” She looked up at Charlie. “It’s Husk. He thinks he’s not good enough to be seen with Angel.”
“And so Angel…oooooh.” Charlie said. “What should we do?”
“Brownies and milk.”
“Right! Any alcohol will make Angel spiral!” Charlie said. “He’ll lose all his progress!”
“…No, milk just taste better with brownies….” Niffty said with a frown.
“Right, right, right…” Charlie laughed awkwardly. “Sorry.”
Niffty huffed and heard the oven ding, taking the brownies out and letting them cool as she set up a tray.
“Ya know, Miss Charlie, sometimes we just gotta do what’s best for people in their own way.”
“But Angel staying clean is best for him—”
“Angel, not the hotel.”
“I…I think I have an idea. But I might need some help.”
She grimaced as she took out her phone and shot a text.
“Okay, Niffty, we might need a few more batches of brownies…” Charlie said. “And some of the good liquor I know you stowed away for this kind of situation. Let’s move all this to the home theater. And make sure the front room is clear.”
“Why both rooms?”
*
“That’s such bull!” Loona said as she downed another shot.
“How can he imply he’s better than you?” Octavia added.
“Yeah, Angie, you’re like, the fucking best!” Cherri said and stuffed another brownie in her mouth.
“Thanks gals.” Angel said, sniffing and taking another tissue from Millie. Then another shot.
Niffty sat on one of the sofas, a weird cartoon playing on the screen no one was paying attention to. She quietly excused herself and hopped to the other side of the hotel where Husk was drinking from another bottle as Blitzo chattered away.
“Listen, they all throw fits, but just have really rough angry se—”
“Sir!” Moxxie interrupted. “The best response is proper communication. As a happily married man, I can say with confidence—”
“No one cares about your boring married life!” Blitzo said and pushed Moxxie off his stool.
“Blitzy Dear…” Stolas cooed. “Aren’t we in a committed relationship?”
“Well I mean, yes.” Blitz said with a blush. “But! Marriage makes it less…sexy.”
“I see. But being my consort is much more…enticing?” Stolas purred, leaning against his partner.
“Uh…”
“Fellas!” Mimzy chided. “This isn’t helping.”
Husk was sobbing now. “I fucked up again…”
“Oh, Husker…” Mimzy said and rubbed his shoulders. “Alastor! Can’t you help us?”
The Radio Demon looked up from his drink, cocking his head. “Oh, I’m trying, my Love.”
“Tryin—Alastor! What are you up to?” The shorter demon asked her lover.
Niffty chirped and gasped, running back to the theater.
She burst in to see the same scene she had just escaped from.
Husk blubbered.
“He’s so fuckin’ beautiful, Mimz!” He said. “Like, look at ‘im! Hic! ‘Den look at me! He’s too good fa’ me and I hate…”
Angel’s eyes were transfixed on the screen.
“Hate how people look at us. ‘Dis tall fuckin’ babe and his shlubby boyfriend!”
“You’re not shlubby—” Mimzy said.
“Yes, I am!” Husk said and hiccupped. “I’m an ugly old man and he’s just! Just!”
“Just what?” Mimzy asked, side eying Blitzo and Stolas escaping into the hall to a bedroom.
“He’s fuckin’ perfect! He’s pretty an’, an’ has a nice voice…His cute widdle snore an’ man! Can he shoot, Mimz! He’s so fuckin’ vicious when he wanna be!” Husk said, waving his bottle around. “He looks so happy when he’s mowing down fuckers! Yeah, I snap at ‘im. But he can always tell when I’m bullshitting ‘im. We get in our little back and forths an’…he does dis little pout that melt me, ya know?”
Angel chuckled.
“His laugh…” Husk continued Mimzy carefully took the bottle. He mixed his drink with a smile. “Fuckin’ infectious. An’ he always smells so fuckin’ good. He looks at me like…like I’m da best damn ting in da world, ya know?”
He smiled into his glass.
“When Angel is…well, if anyone makes it outta here…I hope it’s Angel…I want ‘im happy.” Husk said. “I love him—”
Angel tackled him on screen, and everyone was shocked to see Angel had sprinted down the halls to kiss Husk's face.
“Love ya too, Husky!” Angel yelled happily, kissing the cat demon's cheeks and lips over and over.
Husk clutched him tight in a hug. “I’m sorry, Baby.”
“I know, I know, Husky.” Angel whispered. “Let’s get ya sobered up, Baby. Then we can cuddle with Nuggs.”
“Love Nuggs.” Husk mumbled as Angel picked him up, his wings dragging behind them.
“Aw~” Millie cooed as the girls joined the rest of the group in the front.
“Well, it’s late.” Charlie said.
Vaggie placed her hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Feel free to stay the night.”
They suddenly heard pounding from Blitzo and Stolas’s room.
“Ew.” Loona and Octavia said.
“I just fixed that damn wall!” Vaggie huffed and shook her head.
Niffty offered her the last brownie, the taller demon smiling at her as they dispersed.
*
Angel rubbed the base of Husk’s ears as he purred into his chest fluff.
“Ya wrong, Baby.” Angel said.
Husk moaned sleepily.
“We good.” Angel said, pulling the other into a kiss. “Together.”
“But…”
“Shut up.” Angel chuckled. “Just stay close to me. And love me like ya do, okay?”
“Love ya, Angel...” Husk agreed.
“Love ya too, Husky~”
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wearfinethingsalltoowell · 3 years ago
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Downton AU Snippet #1
Set in the opening scene of 3.05, Richard’s been Matthew’s valet since abt 3.03
Returning to his dressing room after his sister-in-law’s false labor pains, Matthew Crawley felt a twinge of guilt at seeing his valet still awake.
“It’s nearly two in the morning, Richard. Have we kept all the servants from their rest this evening?” Matthew asked, trying to keep his tone light but unable to hide his genuine concern for the staff’s welfare.
“It was no trouble at all, sir,” Richard responded, conveniently not answering Matthew’s question, “Is everything all right with Lady Sybil?”
“Clarkson says everything is as it should be, and given that I have no experience on the topic, I am going to trust his judgement.”
“In your defense, sir, most men our age have no experience in this particular field.”
“You can say that again. I’m nearing my twenty-eighth year on Earth and I’ve never been around a pregnant woman!”
“A natural consequence of being your mother’s only child, sir. And you should count yourself lucky. When I was younger, I overheard the rather unpleasant experience of a friend of my sister. Believe me when I tell you it’s all I needed to know about the subject.”
“Oh? What happened to her?”
“Her parents were so concerned about her that they shelled out thousands for a huge London doctor to come and treat her. I think he even had a practice on Harley Street. It was all the neighborhood could talk about for weeks. But, during the birth, I guess he missed the symptoms of some disease or other, and she died.” Richard explained, forcing away the growing feeling that he had said too much.
“That’s horrible,” Matthew said, attempting to console his friend, “did you know her well?”
“Not very, though she had been very close with my sister,” Richard said.
“Still, quite tragic, especially for a young woman. Do you remember who the doctor was?” Matthew asked, not knowing what had prompted this sudden curiosity about such a small detail of Richard’s story, but nearly being swallowed by the feeling that it was of paramount importance that he know.
“I could never forget it,” Richard said with a chuckle, “The village was so furious with him, I thought they’d form a mob and storm his practice with pitchforks. It was a Dr. Tapsell.”
Matthew’s blood ran cold, and suddenly he could hear his heart beat speed up.
“Good God,” he breathed, “you don’t mean Phillip Tapsell, do you?” he asked, praying he was wrong in his assumption.
“Yes, sir, it was him. What’s wrong?” Richard questioned when he saw the horrified look on Matthew’s face.
“That’s the doctor Robert has hired for Sybil. I have to tell him right away!”
“I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” Richard said quickly, trying to take back his words, “I wouldn’t want to cause His Lordship any undue stress before his first grandchild’s birth. I’m sure he’s a fine doctor who just made a mistake.”
“Trust me, Richard, if something happens to Sybil, and Cora, my wife, or, god forbid, the Dowager, finds out I knew this information and withheld it, then my war injury will no longer be the most painful thing that’s ever happened to me. I have to tell Robert as soon as I can.”
“If you think it would help, sir.”
“I do, immensely. And I owe you a debt of gratitude for the warning, God only knows what might have happened otherwise. Goodnight.” Matthew said, retreating to his bedroom.
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“You were in your dressing room so long, I was beginning to worry.” Mary said when her husband finally appeared in their bedchamber.
“So sorry, darling, but I promise it was for good reason. I was having the most enlightening chat with Richard.”
“I’m glad to see you and your new valet get on so well. Molesley was nice, but I sometimes wondered if he’d ever interacted with another human before.”
Nodding in agreement at his wife’s comment, Matthew began to recount Richard’s story for her.
When he’d finished, she looked nearly as panicked as he had when he’d heard it.
“And this is the doctor Papa has hired to treat Sibyl?” Mary nearly screamed.
When Matthew shook his head “yes”, she took it as permission to continue spiraling into fear for her sister.
“We have to tell him, and the earliest possible opprotunity!”
Putting his hand through his wife’s hair in a calming gesture, Matthew tried to soothe her worries while panicking himself.
“Darling, I couldn’t agree more. We’ll find Robert tomorrow morning, as soon as he wakes up. Don’t worry, I’m certain the second he hears what Richard told me, he won’t let Tapsell near Sybil. I’m certain Clarkson won’t mind stepping in at the last minute.”
Her worries not quite gone, but recognizing there was nothing she could do until morning, Mary fell into a restless sleep.
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Meanwhile, in the servants hall, Richard was replaying his conversation with Matthew in his head when His Lordship’s valet walked in.
“Mr. Barrow,” Richard greeted the man whom he’d taken to calling “Thomas” in his head. Her Ladyship’s maid had pulled him aside his first week on the job, and told him that, as one of the longest serving staff members, getting into Thomas’ good graces would help him advance at the Abbey. Richard hadn’t needed to be told twice, and he was glad that he’d taken her advice. Thomas was now his closest friend at Downton (and if he spent a good chunk of time gauging if more than that was possible, that was his own business).
“Mr. Ellis,” Thomas greeted in return, “how are you?”
“I might have just gotten myself in a bit of trouble with His Lordship.”
“You? What could you have said to get yourself into trouble?”
“I was chatting with Mr. Crawley earlier, and I ended up telling him about a friend of my sister’s, who passed in childbirth. It turned out the doctor who failed her is the same one His Lordship hired to treat Lady Sibyl.”
When Thomas burst out laughing, Richard’s concerned expression turned confused.
“What is amusing about that?”
“I’m sorry,” Thomas said, catching his breath, “It’s just that, His Lordship forgave me for literally stealing from him numerous times, is currently fighting to overturn his valet’s conviction for murder, and his wife has a maid who would be more at home as one of Notre Dame’s gargoyles. I truly doubt that his son-in-law’s valet warning him about a potential threat to the life of his beloved youngest daughter is gonna be the straw that breaks his back.”
Realizing from Thomas’ words that he was being a tad ridiculous, Richard sighed.
“I just didn’t want him to stress out unnecessarily”
“I promise, when Mr. Crawley tells him your story, he’ll be grateful to you.”
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The following morning, both Matthew and Thomas’ predictions from the previous night came true.
Mary and Matthew had corned Robert the second they saw him, and told him everything. Robert cursed, made them promise not to tell his mother, and cancelled Sir Phillip’s services immediately, and asked Cora to telephone Clarkson, which she happily did.
And, that afternoon, Richard jumped to his feet when the Earl of Grantham himself appeared in the servants hall.
“Your Lordship,” he greeted.
“Ellis, I wanted to come down and personally offer my thanks. Your conversation with Matthew yesterday evening may have saved my daughter a traumatic experience, and I am very grateful.”
“Thank you, Your Lordship. I’m glad I was able to help.”
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This is my first attempt at any type of fic since my ancient Wattpad account, and it is probably very bad, but I hope it was at least cute. Possibly more snippets from this au coming if anyone likes it
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lcnelyinthesky · 4 years ago
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admiration - tsukishima kei
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a/n: okay hi?? im ellie?? heres this??? i worked on it for like four? days?on and off? and its longer than any oneshot ive written but yk shes cute ig. pls be nice pls enjoy... but also my last piece got 2 notes and im really hopin in not shadowbanned here lmao
genre: fluff, angst, rivals to lovers!!
pairing: bisexual!female!reader x tsukishima kei (yes bi reader its a vibe)
warnings: a break up with a beautiful woman i made up myself, swearing
word count: 3.7k (ahhhh!!)
enjoy!! :D
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Elementary second year. Your newly-assigned seat was next to a much taller, blond kid. He was smart and bright, rivaling the sun in terms of unbridled joy. Now, none of that can be seen by eight year old eyes, but looking back and comparing, it's easy to spot that he changed. 
Tsukishima Kei was an excitable kid, just as everyone was, but he was still snarky; his arrogance seemed to be something that just festered within his soul, no matter the trauma that brought it out. 
Childlike wonder is still alive and well at eight. 
The teacher you had back then was quite rude. She was pushy and angry, and she assigned way too much homework. Everything she uttered made you huff in disappointment, crossing your arms and hoping for some sort of reaction from someone. The kid next to you was named Koji--or, at least, that's what you called him. He was your best friend, spending every moment with you like you were siblings. You'd be able to crack a joke with the smallest glance and you’d talk constantly. As soon as your handwriting was legible to people of your age group, you'd pass notes back and forth and cackle at their contents. Until, of course,
“Tsukishima, will you switch seats with Kojikata today?” Your teacher sounded exhausted, huffing her sentence out on a sigh before going back to the multiplication tables on the board. Suddenly, your little world was interrupted.
“Y/N, right?” He didn’t look at you, placing his folders down on the desk and pushing his glasses back up as he sat. His words were hushed and quiet, but the class had moved into individual work--he wasn’t interrupting anyone.
“Yeah. Can I call you Tsukki?” You were angry, gripping your pencil tighter in your little hand as you wrote numbers down on white paper. One times one is one. Two times two is four. This is easy.
“No,” he was long doing the same thing, but writing quicker than you. That’s how it is, huh?
Three times two is six. Four times five is twenty. Six times three is eighteen. Five times six is thirty. This is easy-
“Miss, I’m done.” His voice was always so dry. Uninterested. 
Four times three is twelve. “Me too!” Your hand shot up with the paper in it, sending a death glare at the boy next to you.
That's how it is, huh?
This pattern continued for weeks. Tsukishima didn’t move from his seat next to you, as your teacher had made the realization that you worked far harder without friends around. Tsukishima lit a competitive fire under you; everything was now a race.
It started with handing in assignments. Who would go up to the front desk first to have their work checked over? Who would finish this quiz faster? Then it transferred into everything. 
Who would get to class faster? Who finished their lunch quicker? Who could read faster? Who scored higher on spelling tests? Who could run faster in gym class?
And then it was middle school.
Middle school brought in Yamaguchi Tadashi. 
It'd be an understatement to say he warmed to Yamaguchi quickly, but the basis behind that was strange. Tsukishima was never one for friends, even though everyone wanted to be friends with him. He was cool in the eyes of a handful of eleven year olds; letting everything roll off your back seemed to be an admirable trait. Yamaguchi worshipped him, and Tsukishima took him under his wing to teach him the ropes of being a cool kid.
At heart, though, Yamaguchi was kind and attentive. He could tell when things were going wrong, and supposedly it was him that changed the rest of your life.
The rivalry continued just as it had in elementary, just with higher stakes. You'd fight for answering questions first, working ahead of everyone else to just beat him. He’d never bat an eye at it, and sometimes you thought it was all over, but then
“Y/N.” Tsukishima Kei stood three steps behind you, looming over you with the height he was seemingly born with. The hallway was emptying by now, kids walking into their classrooms once again. The white floors rung with the quiet sounds of soft-bottomed shoes and a light above your head flickered calmly.
“Yeah?” You spun around to meet his gaze.
“What’d you get on that lit essay?”
“A 96. Why?”
“No reason,” he smirked and tilted his head up, looking down at you, “I got a 100.”
A huff and a stomp away gave him the answer he needed as he followed you into the classroom, sitting down behind you and next to Yamaguchi just as he did every day. The little shit.
Tsukishima was never better than you, technically speaking. On average and on paper, you were always both roughly the same. You'd fight for being top of the class, the position switching between both of you every day. You excelled in creative things while he excelled at sports, but both of you dabbled in the other. When people in your year began dating, everyone came to assume you two were. It was embarrassing, really, because Tsukishima Kei was a little shit know-it-all who will never beat me at anything ever and people need to stop thinking he will because he won’t I’m better than hi-
“Hey?” Oh right. Friends.
“Koji!” He never left, at least not yet. His nimble fingers tapping on your shoulder brought you back to reality, making you jump and turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his body for a split second.
“You looked zoned” his face was riddled with concern that was easy to write off.
“Oh, whoops” a small blush heated your cheek as your hand migrated to rub your neck. “Did you want something?”
As you walked into the classroom a bit further, Koji sat on your right; he seemed to buckle down more when you had moved away from each other way back in the day, so there were less mid-class comedy shows. He grew up just as you had, and with the closeness of the two of you people began to think you were dating. At twelve, it was incredibly necessary to date someone--anyone. Theories bounced from everywhere and anywhere and with you it was either your best friend or your biggest rival. Your lack of attraction to either of them became the center of many late night crises. 
“Not particularly,” his gaze switched from you to the board again, beginning to write something down when he turned his head. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah! Of course I am,” you smiled at him, the kind of smile that made your eyes crinkle at the corners, and suddenly it was high school.
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“Tsukishima is really cute! And he's smart, I heard that Kageyama wasn’t too bright somewhere.”
“But Kageyama’s so much hotter! His being a little dumb sometimes is endearing.”
“Are we not going to talk about that third year setter, Sugawara?”
“No, he’d never go for a first year. Besides, that Hinata kid is more of an enigma.”
“Have you even seen them play?” A howl of angry “yes”s fell over the crowd, trying to prove something. None of them had ever seen them play.
That asshole Tsukishima getting popular felt like a stab in the soul. None of them knew him or how much he sucked, but the amount of girls fawning over him was horrific.
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There's something consistently poetic about young love, no matter where it comes from. Something extra sweet about holding pinkies in school corridors when no one is looking and seeing them every day, smiling loudly as the sun broke over the horizon all bright and early. The raging hormones and dumb, fake social hierarchies of fifteen make emotions run wild, and only the deeply immature end up helplessly infatuated. Others are more cautious, but there's only so many precautions one can take at fifteen. Sometimes some of us just want to be loved, no matter the sincerity of it.
Cared for, and whatnot. No harm in that, in the long run at least. 
“Y/N, right?” Her name was Mei. She was in your class; 1-4, just like Tsukishima. She was pretty. Long, black hair was preceded by two green streaks at the front. She’d always have those down, making her features look like a photo in a perfect frame. She had a collection of hair clips with small shapes on them that she’d have somewhere on her person at all times. Her more mid-sized body was paler than most, and she was covered in freckles and moles. Her eyes were an unusual shade of blue that looked deep enough to swim in. Her cheeks were always stained with a peachy blush that moved up her collarbones and into her ears, making her look like she was always smiling no matter what her face was doing. Karasuno’s school uniform did wonders for her curves, the skirt swaying up on occasion and making her look so damn perfect.
“Yeah! You’re…” a second of dumbfounded pause felt like years in your mind, coming to the conclusion that she was the most beautiful girl you had ever met. “Ojiro Mei?”
“Yep! I just wanted to tell you you looked really pretty today!” Her voice always had an upward inflection, and was higher than most. It was cute. Incredibly cute.
“Oh.” A moment of confidence fell over you like you weren’t in control of your actions, “you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you very much,” she bounced back on her toes and then rolled back to her heels, hands intertwined behind her back, “You’re too kind, Y/N.” Her sentences were always punctuated with an eye-crinkling smile.
Later that day, you found her on every social media account you could; she messaged you first.
When you don’t know you’re interested in women, it’s hard to notice that they’re flirting with you, but after a handful of supposed gay panic, you asked her on a date.
She was two inches shorter than you, and somehow that persisted no matter what shoes she was wearing. Every small outing with her felt like cloud nine--watching the sunset, small conversation over tea at a nearby cafe, cuddling in your bedroom with only a string of Christmas lights on. She always looked so wonderful in soft lighting, the potential cold of winter disappeared with pale beiges that made her freckles look like stars. Every action Mei ever did was soft and full of care. She could send every single emotion through her fingertips on your jaw, deepening a kiss you started moments before. She was like magic, until she wasn't anymore.
You supposed, when thinking back, that things fell out around month thirteen. The rose colored lenses everything was viewed through faded a bit, and it's easy to notice her pulling away. There were less late night phone calls and less recommended music and less hands running through your hair. Everything has a natural progression to the end, right?
“Do you still feel it?” It was raining. Large drops of water fell down to the floor, smacking the pavement at speeds you couldn’t even try to measure. She was wearing a bright yellow raincoat that looked almost dull in the four pm light. 
“Feel what?”
“Anything, baby.” All of her words ended with a huffed out sigh, like she was tired of something. Lying, maybe. 
You pondered the question, and it seemed like your hesitation gave her all the answer she needed. 
“Ya know, Y/N.” She looked down and grabbed your hands with hers, rubbing her thumbs on your palms as you grabbed around them. “This was fun. We had a good run.”
A solemn tear fell down your cheek at the ending, but there was no use in self pity or anger now. She was so sweet and kind, and it's truly unthinkable how she continued that kindness in the end.
“Yeah. A good run.” The pink in your cheeks grew as you choked out a laugh, pulling her in for one final hug under the dim fluorescent lights on the front door overhang of the school.
Fifteen came and went with love, and when sixteen rolled around you wondered if you’d ever be loved like that again.
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A spirit can't be broken overnight, and if you’ve spent the last eight years of your life having a strong, consistent rivalry with someone, it won’t leave any time soon. Tsukishima and you were on similar playing fields for most of your life, but you had one thing he didn’t: relationship experience. In that way, you always counted yourself one point higher, like a boy scout badge. 
For a spell, however, your intensity changed. There was nothing more driving you than spite, and there was nothing you wanted more than to beat him. You were well into your second year of high school at this point, and--volleyball notwithstanding--you had wins over Tsukishima. You had seen him play volleyball, every match in his second year, and you deemed he was simply okay. You refused to count his success onto the list of wins for both of you.
June fifteenth. Tournaments were coming up around the corner when it happened, which explained every reason why he was there. You weren’t exactly prepared for the rain, so the best bet seemed to be sitting at the front entrance of Karasuno High School and wallowing in a little bit more self pity before you went home. You were just dumped after all, the tears weren’t done falling. 
The feeling between sadness and shame overflowed you, shades of yellowish green painting the world around you and churning your gut into oblivion. And the tears fell. It felt like a scene in a movie; in a few seconds, a strong, capable man would show up to your rescue.
“Y/N?” what the fuck?
He was sweaty. His face was matte from a light film of saltwater. He had a grey umbrella over his head, keeping himself dry from the still-pelting rain. His six-foot-two frame was covered with a black tracksuit, and he still had his sports goggles on.
Those fucking sports goggles.
“Tsukishima.” you deadpanned, trying to get him away as fast as possible. His words were snarky, as always, but this time laced with concern. Like he actually cared.
“What are you still doing here? It’s almost six,” he stood under the overhang with you, crouching to take a few feet off of his incredible height. 
“Sulking?”
“Ah,” he huffed and sat down next to you, “it’s not great for your posture, ya know.”
“Oh shut up, Tsukishima.”
“Remember when we were eight,” he looked up, studying the moths as they flew around the lights on the ceiling, “and you asked if you could call me Tsukki?”
“Vaguely, but we were eight.”
“Yeah, true” his head dramatically fell to his lap, staring at his knees as he chuckled, “but you can. Call me Tsukki, that is.”
An uncomfortable laugh fell from your lips, and he spoke for you, “this one kid, Koganegawa, the setter on Date Tech, calls me that too. It's not a Tadashi-only nickname anymore.”
“You say Tadashi-only like I wasn’t there first.”
“He never asked.”
“Would you have said no?”
“Probably” he hasn’t actually looked at you yet. 
“Should I not have asked?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Okay, Tsukki” you drew out the last letter, giggling at the situation before you had time to think about your emotions.
He noticed that you weren’t crying anymore and helped you stand, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. Tsukishima and you lived closer than you thought, walking the same direction and only splitting up seconds away from your home.
You walked in silence the whole time, but it was comfortable. While he was your rival, he was always a friend. There was nothing scary or intimidating about him, as is with most people when you’ve known them forever; it was almost like his facade just didn’t work on you. You were huddled close to him to stay out of the rain. 
The second you parted ways, you ran home. The rain was more of a drizzle now, but the temperature began a free fall--getting out of the cold as fast as possible was your first priority. Upon entering the front door and taking off your shoes and jacket, leaving everything to sit in the entryway, you took a shower. The rain didn’t do enough to wash away the pain of the day, and warm steam would let the rest evaporate. The expected unrelenting sadness wasn’t really present as much as was expected, though. Everything felt fine. Content. Okay.
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And it continued that way. He sent you a snapchat asking if you had gotten home safely, which prompted a memory of you never giving each other your phone numbers. After a quick yes, tsukki. no need to worry ;), you sent him your number asking to play some game.
Whatever is meant to happen does, right? Any excuse for falling for him. You didn’t want to, of course, but things happen. Time changes. Thus, the excuses. Thus, the ignorance. Thus, the five stages of grief. 
It started with the denial, because no Y/N you can’t like Tsukishima Kei. He’s so competitive and mean and snarky and horrible and you hate him! Then, the anger, because Tsukishima sucks and he’s horrible and you’re going to punch him in his stupid cute face. Next, the bargaining, because please don’t let this be happening you’ll do anything to lose these feelings, even if it means letting him win at something. Going into the depression, because all you’ve ever wanted was to be free of this assclown and now you’re stuck thinking about him at three in the morning when you’re supposed to be dreaming about anything other than him. And finally, acceptance, when you scowl at him in the hallway because fuck, you like Tsukishima Kei.
The worst bit of acceptance is getting over it. Now you had to confront your feelings. Now you needed to tell him. 
It was roughly five months since he found you sulking on school grounds, and you regretted most days the way you let him text you every morning. It’d always be something stupid, like a joke about the novel you were reading in lit or sometimes he’d tell you, off hand, something dumb Hinata and Kageyama did at practice. Sometimes he’d text you, within the first twenty minutes of the school day, pointing out something little you did with your hair. They were never really compliments as much as comments; he’d say “your socks have a pink ring at the top” and give you nothing to work with from there. A simple yes would suffice, you always supposed, because “yes, tsukki. they do.”
He’d linger at his desk during the break between classes and would stay there if you didn’t leave, but would leave a few steps behind you if you did. He wouldn’t follow you, but he’d watch to know where you were going. Everything he did was concealed though--you'd only notice if you really wanted to know.
Yamaguchi was the only one to notice, even after a while of it. You’ll never know what he said to his friend, but the conversation you had with the aforementioned friend a day later gives some guesses.
“Y/N?” Tsukishima was never the shy type, and you knew him in the days where everyone was shy. He wasn’t loud, but he was bold. His words were always pointed and important. Everything he did always had purpose and intensity behind it.
“Tsukki?” You were sitting under a tree, enjoying the late spring weather of the beginning of your third year. Nothing became intense yet classwork wise, so there was ample time to chill on the school grounds. Overlooking the soccer field was a large oak tree. It was big enough to comfortably have multiple groups of people under its shade, but it was empty at the moment; save for you and the book you were reading.
“I was just wondering if you’d like to maybe go out sometime?” He somehow didn’t pause while talking, but his words came out more something akin to word vomit. You we’re more shocked than you should have been, if you had picked up on the signs. But you were feeling the same as he was, as far as you could tell.
“Sure, when?” You looked back down at your book for a second, placing the bookmark in it and folding the pages shut.
Tsukishima looked dumbfounded, standing there with his eyes bugged out and his mouth slightly agape. He started making unintelligible babbling noises, hoping to get something out that had any meaning at all. You took the reins instead, gaining confidence in his lack thereof.
“I was planning on getting coffee or something today after school. It gets really cold at night now, huh?”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
“Would you like to join me?”
“There's a break before practice today so” he hesitated, letting the pink in his cheeks finally catch up to the beating in his chest. “Sure.”
You wouldn’t have ever pegged Tsukishima Kei as the flustered type.
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There was never a drop in conversation, as there never really was between you two. A whole life together and you still had things to talk about, mentioning everything from your individual childhoods to recent developments. Turns out he never knew what genre of books were your favorite. Or what kind of music you listened to. Or what any of your hobbies were. 
Turns out you both had more in common than you thought, competitive spirits notwithstanding. Tsukishima Kei was a strange man in every sense of the word. He was arrogant and snarky and disinterested and bright and passionate and smart. He was your rival, smug look plastered on his smug face making your chest bubble in anger just as it had a million times before--or was that admiration this time? The world may never know. 
All that was real right now was the deck of cards on the table, being separated out into a card game both of you learned as kids. The small, round, cafe table shook with every slap of your hands, but the basis of your relationship would always be competition. It's just that now the anger behind that competition was gone. All that was left was admiration. 
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nextwarden · 4 years ago
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Webtoons are good for the soul [Long post] [but worth it] [hopefully]
Bit of a long one (for a change...), sorry.
I haven’t read that many that’s a lie but here are my favs!
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Lore Olympus by Rachel Smythe [ongoing - every Sunday]
or when Hades met Persephone. It’s a love story, fluffy yet deep and sad at times. Very well told and with incredible art (as you can see from the cover ci-dessus), in a pastel/watercolour fluid style, as is the storytelling. It has compelling characters, character growth, love, funny moments, and basically the best you could ask from a romantic story. And it had enough material to get you through good number of hours of reading before you have to break down every sunday in wait of the following week like the rest of us.
mah-hart-mah-sole/10
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Love Advice From the Great Duke of Hell by unfins [ongoing - every Friday]
Paul is in love with a cute girl who works in a café nearby. But Paul is shy and can’t work out how to go ask her out. So Paul does what anyone would do and summons one of the Great Dukes of Hell in order to get better at fumbling his sentences and blushing at beautiful maidens. It’s about discovery of one’s true self and how getting deep into shenanigans will lead you to find so much more. Also, sister. (You’ll understand when you get there.)
It’s funny but also compelling and serious but still incredibly funny. I don’t think I’ve laughed as much reading any other webtoon and yet the story is also really cool. It strikes a perfect balance, or near perfect. The expressions and the action scenes are just incredible too.
chenandeler bong/10
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Suitor Armor by Purpah [ongoing - every Friday]
In a land with magic and war between humans and fairies, Lucia is the princess’s lady in waiting and her only goal in life at the moment is to get her Lady to have the wedding she wishes for and deserves. But then she gets a flower from a magic armor and everything changes. Also, she’s a fairy.
It’s well drawn, characters all seem unique, varied and personnality-driven. The art style is beautiful. It’s also deeper than what I expected, with inklings of different types and levels of drama.
Alright, I’ll say it, it feels like a ‘promising new Lore Olympus’. By which I mean not to compare but simply to say I felt as taken by the story as I did with L.O.
Modeus/10
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Facing the Sun by ArtbyTesslyn [ongoing]
Aarya reaserches the intricacies of dobotics and artificial intelligence with her companion robot Liza who's expiration is long everdue. Things change with a hardware update. One can’t live without the other, and neither can the other.
It’s dark but beautiful, both in the art and in the story. The sci-fi elements aren’t overwhelming and pieces of lore bring begin to pain a picture over time. It’s a slow burn but oh lord! if it isn’t going to be blazing hot...
I Robot/10
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Spellbound by Ronce [ongoing]
Eglantine joins a new highschool midyear and finds herself paired with a refractarian roommate. She does her best to fit in to her new school despite not conforming to all the expectations that others might have of her. Or of her strange but likeable roommate.
It’s a cute and queer little romance, very underrated in my opinion. The art is wonderful, it’s black and white in the beginning and starts having touches of colour here and there before going full blown coloured, and I didn’t even realize it had until many chapters into it... The characters all all diverse and interesting. Also did I forget to say it’s set in France and it’s a wizarding school? Because it is!
conseiller principal d’éducation/10
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180 Angel by King Katbird [ongoing]
Chloe is an angel, she lives in Heaven and goes to school in the hopes of becoming a delivery angel one day! However her plan are compromised by her inability to do anything well except halo manipulation. Even flying is not easy for her. But a fateful meeting with a reaper sends her on a trip to Hell and back which changes her. Or is it that she had always been different?
It may not seem much from the banner but I tried it and I got hooke. The art is great and still improves over time, the plot takes a bit of time to set in - I’m still not sure it’s fully set in yet - but it’s worth it, and the characters are visually deep. It sometimes jumps weirdly between scenes or sequences but not so much it completely loses you.
LAMP/10
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Letters on the Wall by JaelynGs [ongoing]
Tara comes back fom spain after a five years abroad to find things have changed and others haven’t, to her equal pleasure and dismay. This is how she and her friends deal with these old relatioships that they are now reviving.
Everything doesn’t go smoothly despite each and every character deserving them to. The art is good to begin with and manages to improve over time, as well as the storytelling. Where it might have been a bit hectic before, it smoothes over time. It was for the longest time the only reason I would stalk Webtoons everyday to see if there was any updates. Also each chapter has a colour in the name and that’s just cool!
If Da Yomanville Gang [see below] got me to come to Webtoons, this sealed the deal for me to stay. [And then there was Lore Olympus.]/10
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Not So Shoujo Love Story by Curryuku [ongoing - every Tuesday]
Rei Chan-chan loves Hansum, the chin chin chinny goodest looking student, more than she loves her shoujo manga. But gorgeous Hannah is in her way and won’t seem to let her get her way with him. Why is that? Well, gaybe there’s a secret hidden behind her motives? Read it to find out...
It’s funny, it’s cute, and it’s so, so stupid. I love them all. It’s dumb but so much fun to read. There aren’t that many chapters yet but enough to get into it. Also, sisters. (You’ll understand when you get there. Bis) So this is what the spring of youth feels like, huh...
chips/10
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Always Human by walkingnorth [completed]
Sunati, a young engineer in training, fan of all those mods you can add to change your appearance, meets Austen, a beautiful yet modless girl who she’s been admiring from afar for a while now. She thinks the girl’s beautiful, but sdly she’s refused when she asks her out on a date, and for rather good reasons.
Now watch as they gravitate around each other and how it influences them both.
It’s a slow-burn quite realistic lesbian sci-fi story about finding love and accepting oneself and others in the midst of life and all it brings upon us. It’s cute, it’s fluffy, and it’s heartwarming despite broaching serious subjects - in a good way -, and it’s finished so you can read the whole thing! (It has enough chapters to give you a few hours of reading)
hay fever sucks/10
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Da Yomanville Gang by Jason King [ongoing - every Tuesday]
Layla moved recently, to get away from a dose of angst she didn’t want to have to deal with. She meets new people, fun and friendly people, but it seems the angst can’t quite seem to leave her alone. Alone is what she’s not to deal with it anymore, however.
This is the one, long before Lore Olympus, which brought bme over to Webtoons. It’s not the best drawn, not the most compelling, but the strong point and what made me love it - beyond Layla’s chara design - is the depth of most of the characters, how not all good is good and all bad is bad, and reality often lies in the middle - and how they evolve over the course of the story. Definitely worth a read.
wheelbarrow/10
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Love Bot by Chase Keels and Miranda Mundt [ongoing - every Sunday]
In the near future - the year is (Blade Runner) 2049 - technology has advanced enough to creat pseudo-artificial intelligence and thus lovebots. Xada mods and repairs those emotionnaly intelligent robots for a living. What brings this story about is him toying with a less-than-friendly client’s bot so much so that he finds himself in quite a pickle when the bot ‘wakes up’.
It seems to be BL. Let it be BL, please! The art is very nice, the story feels dark but the pitch give way to many interesting possibilities, and, well, the characters are quite nice to look at, I’ll admit... Also, angst. I don’t always enjoy it but when I do, I do.
Not many chapters but it’s getting there.
i’ll let you bot my love/10
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Mage & Demon Queen by Color_LES [ongoing - every Thusday]
Malori is the best and the most promising mage student at her school. Aided by Cerik, her best friend and swordsman party member, she attempts to conquer the last floor of the demon tower, reigned over by the ferocious Velverosa, the demon queen, whose defeat will bring glory and richess to those who defeat her. But all is not quite as it seems and, what is that, might it be a crush I see over there? Oh, wait, no, that’s just our protagonist getting squished by the weight of her love...
Once again, it’s fun and stupid (a pattern? noooo) but it’s worth a read.
LES/10
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Down to Earth by Pookie Senpai [ongoing - every Tuesday]
Kade live alone and depressed in spite of fleeting relatioships since his big breakup, content with simply going by life while he works in retail. One day, an alien crashes into his backyard. Zaida’s an alien but she’s cute, seems innocent, is unfamiliar with everything, so he agrees to help. Thus begins a slice of life story of them roommating in his appartment until, maybe, one of them crashes into the other’s heart?
It’s cute, heartwarming, and I sort f relate with the main character. Although I don’t know if’d prefer a cute alien, a dragon or a stalking neighbour... [that’s an inside joke, I’ll explain if I ever make a list of the good yamete onii-chan! I’ve been reading] It’s a slow burn with enough depth to hook you up. Some characters are still uncertain in my eyes but that makes me curious.
loner/10
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The Remarried Empress by Alphatart / Sumpul [ongoing - every Wednesday and Sunday]
Navier Ellie Trovi is an empress. Perfect and perfectly content in every way with her life until the day a mistress enters her husband’s life. Things sort of go downhill from there. Or do they? For she also learns about herself and what she might actually want out of life to be happy. Breaking the status quo might be the way.
It feels like one of those poor quality isekai comics or manga in which the MC is brought back to a time where she has the power to change her life and decides for emancipation and revenge, but it’s not. It’s more ‘yolo’ and had interesting characters, especially the MC - no pushover - and a slow-burn plot. Don’t expect to see the flash-forward in the first chapter quite yet, but come to experience the whole affaire in detail and in the most satisfying of ways! Also the art is cool!
divorce/10
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Muted by Miranda Mundt [ongoing - every Friday]
On her 21st birthday, Camille fails the ritual to become a full-fledged witch and is isolated from what remains of her old and successful family. This leads to her discovering truths about herself and her powers that will change her and those around her.
By the same author as Love Bot. I haven’t read the whole thing yet but the designs are good, the plot is interesting, the characters have depth and personnality, it has witches, magic, romance [I guess, still unsure of the details though], a bit of angst, and it’s set in Louisianna. All good points.
plant magic/10
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Cursed Princess Club by LambCat [ongoing - every Monday]
Gwendolyn and her sisters, each a princess in their own right, are set to be betrothed to three princes of a neighbouring country after living all their lives happy and sheltered with their father and brother. Unfortunately, Gwendolyn is not like her sisters - and brother, for that matter - in that her beauty is... less than conventionnal. Devastated by what outsiders think of her she escapes into the forest and meets kindred spirits in the form of the Cursed Princess Club - non-gendered, they also have that one prince there! - and it might just help her grow into the confident woman she is destined to become.
I clicked for the funny hahas ‘because she’s ugly’ and cursed princess trope, I stayed for the genuine laughs and smiles and the heartwarming good nature of most of te characters. Also, haha, funny characters are funny. So, yeah, I started this with a bias - still haven’t caught up yet - and have been seduced by this lesser known webtoon. Don’t let the visuals fool you, it’s really good!
respect wahmen/10
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Andy Bass by KenneDuck / Gia [ongoing - every Friday]
Andy Bass is our average highschool girl. Litterally. She’s half human, half fish, a real mermaid but vertically. That leads to less-than-friendly looks and reactions from others. However, the arrival of a new, and frankly very cute, transfer student might change all that.
Haven’t read it all yet, not that there are many chapters out, but it feel fun and promising. Also, physically imperfect characters are best characters. Down with the reign of beauty and up with 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔪!
Chin Hansum 2.0/10
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For the Sake of Sita by Haga [completed]
A medical student passionately falls in love with a fallen goddess during his volunteer abroad in Nepal, and he desperately tries to fight off destiny to save his love. [the actual summary]
Okay, I’ll be honest: I haven’t quite read that one yet. I’m guilty of only having looked at the beginning and the end to see if it seemed worth it and, oh my gorsh! it does. The art is beautiful, the story seems sad yet beautiful too (I had tears reading the last chapters without knowing much of the rest) and it’s short, so jump on it!
[I’ll probably come back to that later when I’ve actually read it completely]/10
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Us Right Now by yurineseventeen [ongoing]
Rina's long-term girlfriend, Noa, decides to run away from home. Rina has limited time to find her.
Not much more to say other than it’s sweet and it feels real. I like the beginning, haven’t read the rest yet, but will definitely soon.
keep going/10
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New Normal: Class 8 by Youngpaka [ongoing - every Sunday]
Dongwoon has a big head. It does not make life easy. But what if he wasn’t alone being so... different? He discovers it is the case when he joins his new school a special class full of people who are different. Things get weird fast but also better and fun.
I haven’t read this in a long time, it’s on my list though. But until the moment I stopped at least, it was fun, funny, and interesting. It’s slice-of-life comedy, often ligthearted and stupid, sometimes more serious, but globally a pleasure to read.
sensei/10
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The Witch and The Bull by Moonsia [ongoing - every Thursday]
Tan's job as the King's royal advisor has nothing to do with his hatred for witches, but it does make him a prime target for a curse that turns him into a BULL! The only way to undo this hex is to rely on the beautiful witch, Aro. Can her kindness turn his feelings around, and break this spell? [the actual summary]
There are two bulls and they have to ask it questions to know which is the real bull? I dunno, I haven’t read this one... But it’s been recommnded by @berigolote​ so it’s worth a try I guess? She did recommend Lore Olympus to me, so it’s on my list anyway.
to try/10
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The Right Knight and Our Days in Lumain by buttersphere [completed & ongoing]
A fun short comic about a play on the ‘knight comes to fight dragon to save princess in her tower’ trope and it’s sequel. The sequel is not finished yet (seems on hiatus) but they are worth the read for cute, funny, fluffy knight and dragon/witch romance and grumpy princesses.
need more/10
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NetOL by Forever9Nine [completed]
A slice of life comic about a veeery shy cat-girl (not literally) falling in love with a warm-tempered bookshop employee ( and NOT her colleague), and all the shenanigans that ensue. It’s short, it’s fun, and it’s cute. What more to ask?
oh wow sports/10
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Susuhara is a Demon by Soya S. Holm [ongoing]
The usual romance storyof perfectly perfect girl meets absolutely bazongers delinquent and reluctantly carries her unconscious ass to her appartment to help her after witnessing a gang fight between multiple idiots and her (future) idiot and saving her from a knife attack by bashing the last standing dude with a wooden shop sign. Legend says there’s a demon in K-city, I still am unsure of whom it might be.
fun/10
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It Stems From Love by Soya S. Holm [competed]
A short story about a girl who loves flowers and finds herself unexpectedly coughing them up dramatically whenever she’s jealous of those around her crush. It’s short, it’s cute, a bit dark at times, but definitely worth a read!
bouquet final/10
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Lesbiampires by fabarts [ongoing]
So, yeah, lesbian vampires. Nuffin’ ta add.
Well, anyway, it’s cute, it’s funny, it’s serious too, it makes me root for antihero type characters who actually murder people for fun (but in a fun and respectful way, I swear!) because, well, love./10
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Perfect Harmony by bluebloodtanuki [ongoing]
An Overwatch fan-comic about Symmetra and her disaster roommates.
I don’t play Overatch but I like the lore and got dragged into fanfiction and shipping (by myself, mind you), so a fan-comic about similar dynamics AND it’s funny? Gimme.
Roadhog & Junkrat best duo/10
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Love Doesn’t Talk by Ann [completed?]
A misunderstanding is fine. Two? Hmmm. Three? Surely that’s fate, no?
A cute love story unfolding before your eyes with no dialogue, only pretty pictures. I’m not actually sure it’s completed but even if it isn’t, the ending doesn’t feel disappointing in the least.
no words/10
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AntiSTALKER by VOKIVORMOK [ongoing - every Thursday]
Humans, vampires and werewolves all cohabitate in this freaky highschool, despite tensions between the three races. A bittersweet yet fun love story between a fake stalker and his amnesiac prey...
Eugene wants Kira’s heart, she wants his head.
who?/10
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Kiss It Goodbye by Ticcytx [ongoing]
Two lesbians in love recount to their drunk friends the story of how they met. It’s fun and cute, both in story and in art.
delinquent x prim&proper/10
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Avril and the Divine Being by Charlie Genmor [ongoing]
Avril is a waitress, Cat is a reccuring client. Feeling blossom before they even exchange words and when they finally do, embarassment ensues.
I got hooked by the art style for this one and I have yet to be disappointed. Not many chapters but keep it close.
sunny/10
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Sunflower by EtoileKonijn [ongoing]
Wednesday, an art student, meets Sophie, a friend of a friend. Feelings ensue. It’s beginning to have a good number of chapters (even if they are short) and it feels like it’s actually the slowest burn of them all. Very much worth a read though, for the art style especially.
cute/10
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It Takes Two by love_of_pi [ongoing]
Common art style: imperfect but improving. Classic story: normal girl meets famous girl by accident and leave a great first impression. Shenanigans and romance ensue. However the tints of drama, the fun interaction between characters, and the smooth plot make it worth it.
Honolulu latte/10
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A Mild Flavor by Ru-rin [ongoing]
A slice of life of different couples. One with a compromised relationship and bittersweet reflections of the past, and the other which is hidden from plain sight, at different times if life. It is not perfect but it managed to worm its way into my heart nonetheless.
tasty/10
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The Greenhouse by Viesallon [ongoing]
Another one I haven’t read, but from the extracts I’ve seen the art is compelling, the story seems worth it - definitely deserves the drama tag it seems - and I keep it on my shortlist until I have time to read it.
supernatural/10
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My Masochistic Boss by Arisas_Art [ongoing]
Debuting goth writer meets hellish boss of editing company about her new book. Disagreement and tensions ensue. It starts with a slap and might very well end in bed, stay tuned!
This one rebooted recently and the art is soooo beautiful, moreso than before is I may say.
sexy/10
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Still Alive by Comic Kat19 [ongoing]
Half-zombie girl meets emo boy, baby ensues.
After the zombie apocalypse, they have to survive, and despite their differences, maybe together is better?
This I classify in the ‘Yuuutsu-kun to Succubus-san‘ category: a somewhat rough art style that I have come to love and enjoy greatly. Also the story is fun.
cat creature/10
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The Biggest of Treasures by Aixn [ongoing]
That smile, that damn smile. It’s what got me to try and it got me to stay. The art style is beautiful and the chara designs is too. The plot? Not much to say yet, but cuteness is enough.
bright/10
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And there you go for now. These are my picks. I haven’t read everything on Webtoon, I haven’t even read everything I’ve subscribed to, but if I had to recommend anything I have tasted, here it is.
Sorry if I missed any you deem worthy; feel free to harass me and mock my lack of culture by flaunting your own.
Maybe more later, in the mean time: keep scrolling, scrub!
PART II
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago
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Summary: The reader and Jensen discover their odds of having children are low and look into adoption. When they end up fostering a teenager though, they realize what they thought they wanted might be right in front of them...
Square: Jensen Ackles
Pairing: Jensen x reader
Word Count: 11,700ish
Warnings: language, angst, conception problems, family angst
A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo​
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“Uh, Jensen?” you asked, turning his attention away from the TV. He’d just gotten home from the airport for the weekend, a quick dinner like he usually had, and now he was curled up on the couch, probably wondering why you hadn’t joined him yet for movie night. “Can you turn off the TV? I need to talk to you about something important.”
“Alright,” he said, hitting the remote, giving you his full attention. You didn’t join him though, simply stood on the edge of the room so you could leave if you wanted to. “What’s going on, honey?”
“I went to the doctor earlier in the week,” you said, Jensen lifting his chin. “I didn’t want to worry you. I’m okay.”
“Too late for that,” he said quietly, his face falling. “What’s wrong?”
“I got some lab results back today. I thought this is something important to tell you because we both talked about wanting kids back when we were dating and…” you trailed off, taking a deep breath. “I can’t…”
“You can’t have kids?” he asked gently, giving you a smile. You nodded, barely looking at him.  “S’okay if you can’t. That’s okay. We could always adopt if you still wanted them.”
“It’s...possible I could but my odds are low...like 1 in a million low,” you said, rubbing your arm. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? For what?” he asked, standing up and wrapping you up in a hug, kissing your forehead. “As long as you are healthy, that’s all that matters. I know with the show ending soon we were thinking of trying more seriously and we still can...but I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t ever happen, Y/N. You’re my family and we can still have kids if we want, even if we didn’t make ‘em. I didn’t fall in love with you for kids.”
“I know. It’s just...I really wanted them with you. You’d make really cute kids I bet,” you said, closing your eyes. “God, I’m not crying over this anymore. I’m not.”
“We can try and maybe tomorrow we look into adoption and how it all works,” he said.
“Just like that, you’re okay with adoption?” you asked.
“Are you?”
“Yeah I wasn’t...I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested though,” you said.
“Yeah, I am. Tonight let’s fix you up though,” he said, grabbing the blanket off the couch. “Let’s watch your favorite movie in bed and go cuddle, hm?”
“Okay,” you said, taking another deep breath. “Maybe just the cuddle?”
“Yeah,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s go take care of you.”
Three Months Later
You were three weeks into Jensen being done with work for good, the end of April when you got a phone call that your case worker wanted an in person meeting. Jensen practically sped over there, both of you trying to stay calm. You weren’t expecting anything so fast. He held your hand as you walked inside and were shown to the back where Chad’s office was.
“Mr. and Mrs. Ackles,” he said, holding out a hand to each of you. “Wow, you two might have beat the record for new parents down here.”
“We’re a little excited,” said Jensen, Chad chuckling as he shut the door behind you.
“We like to see that,” he said, taking a seat and sliding over a file but putting a hand on top of it. “So to forewarn you, this isn’t an infant like you were looking for. We’re still looking, we know that’s what you’re looking to adopt. But we’re in a bit of a bind and you are registered fosters, even if you only did that to help facilitate the adoption process when we do find an infant and give you more time with them.”
“So this is not...sorry, what is this?” you asked.
“Sixteen year old girl needs placement today. There was an incident at her foster home last evening. All other children there were relocated but we’re pretty maxed out right now and she needs a place to go. You’re legally qualified to take care of her if you choose. It’ll be a week tops before we can get her in another home. Kid goes to school, comes home, eats, sleeps...she’s a teenager so it’s not as heavily as involved as a small child. We just really need someone to take her for a short while. It looks really good and helps you get priority when infants pop up too which is why I was offering,” he said.
“Sixteen?” asked Jensen, looking at you. “Y/N’s not that all that much older than this girl, no offense sweetie.”
“No, no. He’s right...I’m still in my twenties, Chad. How am I supposed to be a foster mom to this girl? Jensen’s not even that much older. He’s only thirty five,” you said.
“We know. It’s more like babysitting,” he said, looking between the two of you. “You’d really be doing us a favor…”
“Can we have a minute?” asked Jensen.
“Of course,” said Chad, leaving the office. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Do we want to do this?” asked Jensen.
“Well I feel like I’ll feel like a piece of shit if we don’t,” you said. “It’s some kid.”
“You hadn’t even hit puberty when she was born,” he said.
“Yes I did...barely. That’s not the point. So I’m a little young. We got some comments when we first started dating because of our ages,” you said.
“I am not that much older than you. We were both adults when we met. You were 22, I was 29 and it was all perfectly normal,” he said, closing his eyes. “It’s not...I just don’t know how she’ll listen to us if we’re not that old is what I’m getting at.”
“Listen to what? He said she goes to school, we feed her, have her stay in the guest room and she’s gone in a week,” you said.
“Alright. I guess it’s stupid to worry about that when she’s not there long. I guess we do this then? First test run?” he said.
“Yeah, I think it might even be fun.”
You felt like you’d been hit by a train when you and Jensen left Chad’s office. He told you they’d be dropping Ellie off at 4 that afternoon after she got out of school. Except Ellie had been in the system since she was six, had lived in more houses than you and Jensen combined, and apparently had big issues with strangers.
“This is going to go well,” you mumbled when you got in the car.
“Why don’t we go to the store, make up one of those surprise baskets you would make up for me to come home to sometimes? I’m sure she’s never gotten that before,” he said. “What do teenage girls like?”
“I don’t know. One Direction?” you asked.
“Does her file strike you as a One Direction fan?” Jensen deadpanned. “Is that even a thing anymore?”
“We got a few hours. Let’s just try to make everything as nice as we can for her, alright?”
“Okay,” said Jensen when you both heard the sound of car doors out front a few hours later. “Here goes nothing, right?”
“We got this. Just ease into it,” you said, the doorbell ringing a minute later. You both hopped up from the couch and ran over to the front door, taking a deep breath when you answered. “Hi! I’m Y/N and this is Jensen.”
“Hi,” said Ellie quietly, glancing at Chad quickly before looking away. She had a backpack and suitcase but that seemed like that’s all there was, Chad forcing a smile as they stepped inside. She looked around, raising her eyebrows. You weren’t sure what kinds of homes she’d lived in before but you imagined this was probably going to be one of the nicer ones.
“So Ellie, like I said in the car, Jensen and Y/N are new to fostering so if you have questions or they have questions, feel free to give me a call, anytime,” he said.
“We thought we’d show you around and then have some dinner?” asked Jensen.
“That sounds like a plan. I got to run, another kid in the car, but I’ll call and check in, see how things went,” said Chad, ducking out of there and out of the house.
“Okay…” you said, staring at the door, shutting it and spinning around with a smile. “So you want to see your room?”
“Whatever you want,” she said dryly. You nodded and waved her to follow you, showing her upstairs to one of the guest rooms, not getting any reaction at the basket on the nightstand. “S’nice.”
“Is there anything you want for dinner? Or do you want to go out to eat?” asked Jensen.
“Out to eat?” she asked.
“Yeah. I mean, Friday night’s normally pizza around these parts but first night and all, maybe we step it up. Barbecue, Italian, you name it,” said Jensen. She narrowed her eyes for a moment and looked you both up and down.
“You two really have never done this before,” she said. “This is temporary so don’t go out of your way. Seriously.”
“We’ll get take out,” you said with a smile. “Let you settle in. We’ll be right down in the kitchen if you need us.”
She nodded and you left with Jensen, getting a shrug out of him.
“That went good, right?” he asked.
“I guess. Give her some her space. We’ll get some pizza, wings, fries. We got salad. Maybe tomorrow we take her out?” you said.
“Yeah. She’s probably tired from school all day anyways. We’ll have a quiet night home instead.”
Your quiet night was a little too quiet though. Ellie didn’t seem to say much, just sat at the counter quietly eating her dinner with you and Jensen. You nudged him and he hummed, Ellie glancing over.
“So Ellie, what school do you go to?” he asked.
“One downtown,” she shrugged. “Only been two weeks.”
“Is that where your old home was?” he asked. “Downtown?”
“Yeah…” she said.
“I’m sure one of us can drive you and pick you up,” you said. She nodded and started to pick at her crust, darting her eyes back and forth between you. “So you’re a sophomore?”
She nodded again, Jensen bumping your foot with his own.
“Is there anything you need for your room or want us to pick up for you?” you asked.
“No,” she said. “I know you two want a baby. Can we just not do the awkward conversations for the next week? Give me the wifi-password and I’ll just hang out in my room until I’m gone.”
“Well…” said Jensen, pursing his lips. “I don’t know how you know that but yes we are looking to adopt an infant. But we’re your foster parents until someone tells us otherwise so you aren’t just going to stay hidden away in that bedroom.”
“I’m sorry. Did you not get the memo that my last foster dad made some inappropriate comments towards me, I don’t know, last night? Sorry if I don’t want to hang out with you two,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Yes we were made aware,” you said, Jensen’s face a bit blank. “We want you to know that things like that won’t happen here. If you need something, let us know.”
“May I be excused to my room? Please?” she asked. You nodded, Jensen closing his eyes when she left.
“Ah, so she hates us,” said Jensen.
“How happy do you think you’d be if you were her?” you said.
“Not very,” he said, sliding off his stool and starting to clean up. “I guess we just don’t push her, let her talk at her own pace.”
“I think that’s the best plan for now.”
“What?” you said, Jensen opening his mouth at Chad when he stopped by Monday afternoon. “Permanent? You said-”
“I know. I know. But there’s really nowhere open downtown right now and no one is dying to take the teenager. I mean, you guys know. There’s-”
“She can stay,” said Jensen, your face in a scowl at what Chad had said.
“So we need to get her into a new school, right?” you asked.
“Yeah. Whatever your local one is she’ll end up in for the rest of the school year,” he said.
“Well I mean, we moved here so we could send the kids to the academy right-”
“Whoa,” said Chad, holding up his hands. “You want to send a foster to private school, it’s your choice but I wouldn’t waste the money for like two weeks left of the school year.”
“Just send us what we need to do since Ellie will be staying with us longer,” said Jensen. Chad hummed and popped into the house to talk to Ellie, exiting a minute later and taking off. “I never really liked that guy but he’s a fucking dick.”
“You think? She’s a kid, not a number. We are so sending her. She’s got good grades, she should go to a good school,” you said. “And what was that crack about teenagers?”
“I have no idea,” he said.
“Statistically, the older you are, odds of adoption drop off,” said Ellie. You both spun around, surprised to find her right behind you under the covered front porch. “Yeah, I don’t like Chad either. He’s kind of a dumbass.”
“Well that’s something we can all agree on,” said Jensen. Ellie gave a barely there smile but it was there. “So...I guess you’re going to a new school in the morning.”
“S’okay. I don’t really like my school right now anyways,” she said.
“Want to go shopping?” you asked. “Get some new clothes?”
“She loathes shopping,” said Jensen.
“I do too,” said Ellie.
“Perfect. You two go shopping quick and I will get the school stuff sorted and I’ll meet you guys out for dinner?” he asked.
“Sounds like a plan, babe,” you said. “Come on, Ellie. Let’s go grab some stuff.”
“Uh, Y/N?” asked Ellie as you dropped off the bags at the car and climbed inside, a few minutes drive from the restaurant Jensen said he’d meet you at.
“Yeah, El?” you asked.
“You spent like a lot of money on me,” she said.
“Well the jeans weren’t on sale but they last for years so it’s always okay to pay a bit more for those. I think the most expensive thing were your boots and we got those for sixty bucks. Trust me, I’m not one to buy stuff. We made out good,” you said.
“It’s cause I’m going to private school isn’t it,” she said. “You want me to look good.”
“Ellie,” you said, looking over at her in the passenger seat. “You’re going to be with us long term. We were told a few days and that’s not the case anymore so now that we got a better idea of the plan, we got a little bit better of an idea how to take care of you.”
“You guys really don’t get how the foster parents thing works yet, do you,” she said, laughing as she leaned against the window.
“I think taking care of the kid is pretty self explanatory,” you said. She hummed and closed her eyes, opening them when you got to the restaurant. “Order whatever you want. Appetizer, dessert. Brownie ice cream pie here is awesome. You won't regret it.”
“I haven’t been out to eat in a restaurant since I was a kid, like six I mean,” she said.
“You never go out with friends?” you asked.
“I don’t have friends,” she said quietly.
“Well maybe you can make some at your new school,” you said softly. “If you want, I can order for you if you’re nervous.”
“I can do it. I’ve seen movies,” she said.
“Ellie, this may sound like a strange question but...how much of life have you learned from TV shows and things like that?” you asked.
“A lot,” she said, swallowing as she looked at you. “I...I know who Jensen is. I mean...I used to watch Supernatural. Sorry. I was...I thought it’d be weird if I said something.”
“No. Not at all,” you said with a smile, Ellie shaking her head.
“I just like Dean, you know? Bad stuff happens and he’s...it’s just a TV show. Please don’t tell Jensen I told you that,” she said.
“Okay. But Ellie? Yeah, it’s just a TV show but you know, I found out I basically got no chance in hell in having kids and I watched the heck out of Supernatural that week. So what if it’s a show? It helps me sometimes. That’s one of the reasons I love it,” you said.
“Don’t tell him,” she said.
“Alright,” you said. “Let’s get some food.”
“Wanna try some?” asked Jensen, tilting up his plate towards Ellie. She shook her head, poking at her ziti. “S’really good…”
“No thank you,” she said quietly.
“Ellie. Can I ask you a question and you can feel free to tell me to shove it if you it bothers you but...why don’t you like me?” he asked softly. “It’s okay if you don’t. I noticed you don’t look at me though and if I’m doing something that bothers you, I want to try and fix that for you.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, looking at you.
“No, Ellie. You’re not in trouble,” you said.
“I want you to be comfortable, Ellie and feel okay. That’s my job,” said Jensen, giving her a smile. “I think I need a little help with it is all.”
“Can we go home?” she asked you. You glanced at Jensen and he gave a small nod, Ellie missing how far his face had fallen before she had a chance to turn back.
“Yeah. I’ll uh, order some dessert to go and meet you girls home, okay?” he said. You hummed, Ellie sliding out of her seat and already heading for the the door.
“She watches the show. Maybe she just feels a little shy or nervous around you,” you said. He blinked slowly at you and shook his head, playing with the leftover food on his plate. “Jens.”
“She’s afraid of me. She’s a little afraid of you too but…” he sighed. “Just take her home. School’s all settled. We’ll talk after she goes to bed, alright?”
“Okay,” you said, standing up and giving him a quick kiss. “It’ll get better.”
“I hope so.”
“Goodnight, Ellie,” you said, dropping off her freshly washed clothes in her room later on, Ellie sitting up in bed and writing in a notebook.
“Goodnight,” she said, giving you a half smile. “I’m sorry I ruined dinner.”
“No, you didn’t,” you said.
“Jensen won’t look at me anymore. I upset him,” she said. “And you.”
“Jensen...is confused. To be honest, we both are. We’ve never been parents before. We don’t know what we’re doing. He’s afraid of scaring you. We aren’t mad, sweetie,” you said. She pouted but nodded, opening her mouth to speak before sealing her lips together. “You can tell me anything, Jens too.”
“I’m sorry for scaring you both. I’ll be better about it, I promise,” she said. You closed your eyes, the right words to reassure her not coming to your mouth. You leaned over and gave her a hug instead, Ellie tensing up but eventually relaxing into it.
“You don’t scare us, Ellie. We want you to feel at home,” you said, leaning back. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “Can I be alone now?”
“Sure,” you said, giving her a smile. “Come get us if you need anything.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Goodnight, Ellie,” you said as you moved away. She returned a half smile and you left the room, hanging your head when you pulled her door shut. You trudged downstairs and spotted the porch light on but no Jensen. You stepped out onto it, the lights across the edge of the yard lit up, a dark shadow sitting over on the small deck by the pool. You hummed and jogged down the steps, walking over to him and sitting up on the railing beside him. “S’been awhile since you’ve been all the way out here at night.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.
“I’m normally pretty good with kids. Ellie, I can’t...I don’t know how to help her,” he said.
“Me either,” you said.
“I think there’s a very obvious solution, at least for us,” he said. “Maybe we stop trying to help her and start...we start treating her like she’s our kid. That’s the whole freaking point of this, isn’t it?”
“I’m not even old enough to be her mother,” you said. “Okay, I am barely old enough and it’s still too young.”
“I know. I know,” he said.
“We were already funny though. What’s wrong with adding a little more,” you said with a shrug.
“Apparently the world had never heard of two people that are different ages loving each other before us,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Shit, your sister is ten years younger than her husband. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“We got so much shit when we went public with it,” you said.
“It ain’t nobody’s business but ours,” he said. “I mean, I couldn’t blame you when you succumbed to my charms.”
“You were more nervous asking me out than a seventh grader during his first slow dance,” you laughed.
“Shut up,” he said, pulling his lips into a smile. “I tried so hard not to like you too.”
“I tried so hard not to like you. Poor Jared was stuck in the middle,” you said.
“To this day I am shocked he didn’t once slip up and say something to one of us that we were both asking for advice about how to deal with the other one,” he said.
“I think he knew how important it was to us both,” you said. Jensen took one of your hands in his own, giving it a squeeze. “Jensen.”
“Yeah?”
“You remember how we talked about kids when we were dating?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I said one, you said three. We settled at two.”
“I would understand if…” you trailed off.
“That is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said to me and you didn’t even finish saying it,” he said.
“Jens. I’m serious.”
“So am I. If we get lucky, then awesome. If we don’t, we’ll still have kids. I don’t want you to worry about me leaving. Ever,” he said.
You nodded and he ran his thumb over the back of your hand. You were quiet, Jensen still beside you.
“I love you,” he said. “You’re already a really great mom.”
“Am not,” you said.
“At least she talks to you,” he said.
“Her last foster dad got pretty inappropriate with her. I think once she gets to know you, she’ll love you,” you said.
“I hope so,” he said.
“Come on. We should head on up. We got a big day tomorrow.”
“Good morning,” said Jensen when Ellie came downstairs. She had her backpack on and had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, giving him a quick nod. “Breakfast?”
“No thank you,” she said.
“Well take a granola bar for your backpack at least,” he said. She stared at him a moment before going to the pantry and taking one from the box. “Excited for your first day?”
“I’m not really a morning person,” she said, glancing at you. “Can we go now?”
“In a minute. Let me finish my coffee,” you said, yawning and rubbing your eyes. “I will be so excited when you’re on summer vacation and we can all sleep in.”
“Hey,” said Jensen with a big smile, leaning over the counter. “I just had a great idea. How about we all take a few days and then this weekend, we can plan out where we want to go on vacation this summer. I don’t have anything that starts filming until the fall. Maybe we go away for a week or two.”
“Jensen’s doing a comedy in September,” you said, chugging down your drink. “But you’ll be back in school by then.”
She blinked slowly, glancing down and petting the dog. Jensen shrugged before she turned back, the both of you chugging down your coffee’s.
“So. Ellie. You do any sort of-”
“I don’t do sports. I don’t do clubs,” she said.
“Okay,” he said, turning away. “Y/N, I’m heading to the brewery for a few.”
“Alright. Drive safe,” you said. He hummed and grabbed his keys and a baseball cap from the counter, quickly heading out to the garage. “El. I’m not a morning person either. But-”
“Can we go to school now?” she asked.
“I know you have better manners than that,” you said.
“Can we go?”
“Alright,” you said, Ellie sighing and hopping off the stool and out the front door without a second glance. “Okay. This is going great so far.”
“Hi guys,” you said when Jensen got home with Ellie. “How was…”
She took off right through the kitchen and up to her room, a door closing behind her.
“Do you remember being like that when we were her age?” you asked.
“16? I suppose so. Not to the same degree though,” he said, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. “She didn’t say a word the whole way home.”
“I have no idea how to get her to talk to us,” you said.
“Same,” he said, shutting his eyes and resting his head on the counter. “What are we gonna do once she’s done with school in two weeks?”
“I don’t know,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “We can just try our best, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, sitting up and letting you give him a hug. “That’s all we can do.”
Saturday
“Hey, Ellie,” you said, poking your head in her room, Ellie with her nose in a book. “Jens and I were going to go swimming if you wanted to join us. I got plenty of swimsuits in my closet you can borrow.”
“No thanks,” she said, flipping a page. You tilted your head back, crossing your arms.
“Well...maybe you can read your book outside, enjoy the fresh air,” you said.
“It’s like ninety degrees out,” she said.
“Well the backyard has a nice hammock in the shade you could read on. Or you can hang out on the back porch or deck. We get a nice breeze sometimes,” you said.
“If I go outside will you leave me alone?” she asked.
“Ellie. We know that this is hard but you don’t have to stay in your room all the time,” you said. She glanced over at you, rolling her eyes before she took her book with her and walked past you. You rolled your own as you followed her outside. She went over to the hammock, plopping down and opening her book again.
“At least you got her outside,” said Jensen when you walked over, standing in the shallow end of the pool.
“Barely,” you said, slipping into the water and dunking your head under. You kept your eyes closed as you popped back up, Jensen pecking a kiss to your lips. “Thanks.”
“Want to have a race?” he asked.
“You’re on.”
“Never have I ever…” said Jensen an hour later, floating around in the deep end on his back, glancing over to where you were resting your arms and chin on a pool mat. “Never have I ever...had sex outside.”
“First off, that’s a lie. Second, seriously? Ellie’s right over there,” you said with a laugh.
“She went inside like five minutes ago,” he teased. You lifted your head up and sure enough the swing was empty. “And since when have I done it outside?”
“The dinner. I mean, it was the night of the infamous condom story,” you teased.
“Oh,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “But does that count? I mean, that was a car.”
“For you, it counts,” you said, floating over and kissing his cheek. “Never have I ever made out with you in the pool.”
“Oh, you must not remember the con and the incident with the hotel pool,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you, quickly moving away. “Hey Ellie.”
You spun around in the water, Ellie standing there by the edge of the pool in your bright blue bikini.
“Hey. You want to swim with us?” you asked.
“I don’t know how, to swim,” she said, biting her bottom lip as she looked away.
“Well it’s really easy,” said Jensen, swimming over towards the shallow end. “Take the steps in. The shallow part is plenty short enough for you to stand in.”
She slowly made her way over and stepped down into the water, Jensen giving her a smile.
“It’s alright,” he said with a smile as he walked over next to her. “Y/N and I are both really good swimmers. So when you’re in the water, you want to move your arms like this. You don’t have to do it fast, just even. Same thing with your legs and if you get tired, swim over to the edge or the shallow end or grab a float.”
She nodded and got down in the water, practicing moving her arms like he was showing her.
“Yeah, that’s perfect,” he said. “When you’re comfortable, we can walk out a little deeper.”
She nodded again and took a step towards the other end, pausing once she got to only her head and shoulders above the water.
“We’re both right here,” he said softly. “Nothing’s gonna happen.”
“Why don’t you try right there and Jensen can grab you if you don’t get it,” you said, swimming right in front of her. She took a moment but pulled up her legs, wide eyed for a second as she started to sink down, flailing her arms and forgetting everything she’d just been shown.
“Alright,” said Jensen, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back up, Ellie taking a deep breath when she popped back up. “You’re okay.”
“Don’t touch me,” she growled, shoving away from him, forgetting to put her feet back down and slipping under again. You both pulled her up quickly, Ellie splashing all over the place as you moved her back to the shallow end and Jensen moved away.
“Put your feet down, El,” you said. She relaxed the second she felt the ground, closing her eyes. “You’re alright.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, glancing at Jensen.
“It’s okay. Learning to be comfortable in the water isn’t something that happens overnight,” he said.
“Can we try again?” she asked quietly.
“Sure. Just remember to kick and move your arms,” he said. She stopped at the slope again, Jensen carefully wrapping an arm around her waist again. She picked her feet up and with him holding her, she didn’t go anywhere and had enough time to get her bearings and start moving her limbs.
She glanced down at herself after a moment, Jensen letting go briefly.
“I’m swimming!” she said with a smile, Jensen breaking out into the biggest one you’d seen on his face in weeks.
“Yeah you are, El,” he said, grabbing her waist again when she started to tuck her arms in. “Spread your arms out. It makes it a lot easier.”
“Like this?” she asked, Jensen nodding and letting go again.
“Just like that. You’re getting the hang of it,” he said. “Want to try moving?”
She nodded and he swam out a bit, Ellie mimicking the move, following him all the way to the end of the pool and back.
“That’s so much easier than I thought,” she said when she was back in the shallow end, kicking back out to the deep end, Jensen quickly following after.
“Hold up there Michael Phelps,” he teased as she started to swim around. “Come on. Let’s teach you how to tread water a bit better first.”
You smiled as you climbed out of the pool, drying off for a minute and grabbing your phone, snapping a few pictures of them in the water. You hopped into the house for a minute and grabbed some lunch to bring outside, Jensen showing her how to hold her breath properly from the looks of it when you returned.
“You guys want some lunch?” you asked, heading over to the deck with the food and drinks. Jensen made sure Ellie got out first and she grabbed your towel, wrapping it around herself as she walked over to the table. “So I take it you like swimming.”
“Yeah,” she said, taking a sandwich from the plate, Jensen smiling as he grabbed one himself and took a seat up on the deck railing.
“So,” he said, taking a bite. “We were gonna figure out where we wanted to go on our vacation this summer, weren’t we?”
“Anywhere you’ve ever wanted to go, Ellie?” you asked. She shook her head and took a bite, Jensen cocking his head at her.
“Seriously? Come on. I bet there’s somewhere you’ve always wanted to go,” he said.
“Not really,” she said quietly.
“Have you ever been on vacation?” you asked. She shrugged, taking another bite.
“I don’t think so. I don’t really remember,” she said.
“Well we are going on a kickass family vacation,” said Jensen with a big smile. “How’s that sound?”
“Okay,” she said, looking at you. “Wherever you guys want to go is fine with me.”
“Alright. Y/N and I will come up with something special then,” said Jensen. “So you make any friends at school this week?”
“No,” she said, stealing a chip from the bag. “I’m used to it. There’s only like a week left this year anyways.”
“Well I’m sure it’ll be a lot easier once you’ve been around a little. There’s actually a boy that lives just down the street that goes to your school,” you said.
“I’m 16. I don’t need a playdate,” she said.
“That kid is kind of a dumbass, Y/N,” said Jensen, Ellie giggling to herself. “It’s true.”
“Is he the one that was going around with the garbage cans…” you said, Jensen humming. “Oh. Forget that kid. He’s got the maturity of a four year old.”
“I’ll be sure to stay away then,” she said.
“Well you can hang out with us,” said Jensen, turning his head as a dark cloud blocked out the sun. “Alright ladies. I say we head inside before we get poured on, hm?”
“That went well,” you said in your bathroom an hour later, drying off your hair as Jensen got dressed, rain hitting the windows outside. “You were really good with her.”
“She didn’t like me touching her,” he said, tugging his henley down. “Her last foster dad said some pretty bad stuff.”
“She hasn’t had a real family since she was six, Jens. She knows you’re a good guy. I mean, she let you teach her to swim. She’s learning it’s okay to trust you. That’s way more than we could ask for,” you said.
“I know,” he said, walking behind you, taking your dryer out of your hands, moving it over your head. “It’s gonna storm the rest of the weekend from the looks of it.”
“Want to have a movie day?” you asked, Jensen untangling a few of the strands in the back.
“I was thinking maybe we could bake some cookies,” he said, drying your hair off for you. “With El.”
“Jensen,” you said, looking at him in the mirror. “You’re totally nailing this dad thing.”
“Thank you for getting her to come outside today,” he said, kissing the top of your head and turning off the dryer. He grabbed one of your hair ties from the counter and scooped up your hair, throwing it up in a messy bun. “You are so attractive.”
“You know I was totally going to wear that henley myself,” you said, tilting your head back at him with a smile.
“I know that, woman. You’ve been stealing my clothes for years,” he laughed, walking out of the bathroom and across the short hall to the closet, one of his shirts and a pair of your sweatpants being tossed into the bathroom.
“Thank you, cutie!” you called back. He hummed and you caught a glimpse of him in a pair of his own sweats as he left the room. You got dressed and padded out to the kitchen, Jensen working on pulling out some ingredients for the brownie mix you had, the radio going in the background.
You were over at the fridge when you both saw Ellie come downstairs, a quick smile on her face.
“You like brownies?” you asked.
“Duh,” she said.
“Good. Mix that up for me,” said Jensen as he preheat the oven. You smiled and pulled out some wraps and cheese, Jensen peering over your shoulder. “Oh, Y/N’s making her quesadillas. This is the best day ever.”
“You like spicy stuff?” you asked Ellie. She shrugged while she mixed up the brownie batter. “Well I’ll make some not too spicy too.”
“I love lazy days,” said Jensen, taking the bowl from Ellie when she finished and pouring it in a pan.
“Isn’t your show all done?” she asked. “Like, can’t you be lazy all the time?”
“Yeah, been done about two months now,” he said. “I’m learning to slow down a bit still. We were always go go go around here which is kind of funny cause we really like days where we can just hang out and relax. I’m still going to act of course but I’m not staying away that many months a year from now on. I was never super comfortable leaving Y/N alone like that and now with you home, I’m definitely not leaving my girls home alone that much.”
“He’s a sap,” you said, bumping his hip. “Jensen is like the world’s biggest strongest fluffiest cuddly teddy bear who is a massively talented dork.”
“But I learned it from watching you,” he teased, bumping you back.
“Like I said. Dork,” you said. “No idea why the internet fawns over you.”
“No idea?” he asked with a smile, putting his hands on his hips.
“A little idea,” you teased. “Shoo. I need space to make my snacks. Why don’t you pick out something for us to watch?”
“Yes mam,” he said, whistling as he headed off and up to the TV room.
“He is something else,” you said with a laugh, the buzzer beeping off for the oven. “Can you stick the brownies in, Ellie?”
She nodded and grabbed the pan, your body immediately spinning around when she headed for the oven.
“Woah, oven mitts,” you said.
“Oven mitts?” she asked.
“You don’t know how to use an oven, do you,” you said. She blushed and you smiled, grabbing two from the counter. “Always wear a pair of these when you’re dealing with the oven. We don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Oh, I mean...I know that. You just have to be quick,” she said.
“No...you use oven mitts,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Where did you learn to be quick?”
“One of my...homes,” she said. You took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Is that bad?”
“Which home, El?” you asked.
“They aren’t fosters anymore,” she said. “They failed too many check ins.”
“I can see why,” you said. “Ellie...anything that ever seems questionable like that, tell me or Jensen. We want you to be safe, whether it’s the pool or the kitchen or anything at all, understand?”
“Yeah, sorry,” she said.
“Honey, you don’t have to be sorry,” you said. “Want me to put the brownies in or do you want to try?”
“I can do it,” she said. You smiled and watched her use the mitts this time. You set the timer and went back to make up the quesadillas, sticking them in the other oven before you grabbed her arm and tugged her with you up to the TV room.
“Find anything good for us?” you asked, Ellie taking a seat on the end of the couch a little away from Jensen. You curled up in his side, already tugging your blanket around yourself.
“I couldn’t find anything,” he said, tossing the remote to Ellie. “You pick something, kiddo.”
“I’m not a big TV watcher,” she said.
“Well you like Supernatural right?” he asked. “We can watch that if you want.”
“Isn’t that weird?” she asked.
“It was weird the first time I watched the show with Jensen but it’s pretty easy to be this is Jensen and that’s Dean. They got some in common but you know, Jensen doesn’t come with the tragic backstory,” you said.
“I do,” she mumbled. You winced and Jensen threw an around her.
“Hey. Eleanor,” he said.
“I hate that name,” she said.
“Alright, Ellie. Let me ask you this question. Sam and Dean. Would you want them to have happy lives?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Well we want you to have one too, no matter what’s happened to you,” he said.
“You’re just being nice because you’re stuck with me. You guys wanted a baby. I’m not an idiot. I’m the last thing you wanted,” she said as she stood up.
“Ellie,” you said, quickly getting to your feet as she headed for the stairs.
“Hey,” said Jensen, loud enough to get her to freeze in place. “I know we’re young. I know we aren’t what you want. But we are your foster parents and-”
“You’re not my mom and you’re not my dad,” she said, turning back with a glare. “I don’t want you.”
“Ellie. Life is not fair. It’s not. We can’t have a baby,” he said, lifting his chin. “Odds are we never have a child. That’s not what we wanted but we have to live with it. You’re scared, of us, and I get that. But don’t you think you’re the last thing we wanted. Right now, you are our child and we’re going to treat you and love you like you’re ours, got that?”
“You don’t want me,” she breathed out. “Do you know the odds of staying in this shitty system this long without being picked? It’s so, so low. No one wants me. There’s something wrong with me. No one wants me and I don’t want anyone else. I just want to be left alone.”
“That’s not true,” you said, carefully taking a step over towards her. “There is nothing wrong with you and we want you, El. We do.”
“No, you don’t. You want a baby,” she said, closing her eyes.
“We wanted a child,” said Jensen giving you a smile. “And we have one and that’s you. We got everything we wanted and more.”
“You’re lying,” she said.
“No, Ellie,” you said, returning his smile. “He’s right. We wanted a family and it’s not what we expected, but we have one with you.”
She stared at you, her eyes starting to well up. You walked over and pulled her into a hug, Ellie hanging on tightly as she started to cry quietly.
“You’re okay,” you said, Jensen walking over and giving her a hug too, kissing the top of her head.
“You’re exactly what we want Ellie,” he said. “I promise.”
The three of you stood there a moment until you heard the oven buzz off, Jensen peeling away to take care of it. You walked with Ellie down to the bathroom, helping her clean off her face, Ellie, glancing away.
“My mom taught me when I was a teenager that if you’ve been crying,” you said, holding a cold wash cloth under her eyes, “That putting a wash cloth helps the puffiness go down quicker.”
“Why would she tell you that?” she asked.
“My dad died when I was fifteen,” you said, Ellie lifting her head up. “I kind of, blocked all of it out. My mom was a mess, my brothers and sister were...I was the one that reminded my brother he had a baseball game or I took my sister to the park to play or I reminded mom to clean the house. I shoved it all down and then two weeks later when I was back in school, I just popped. I started crying in the girls bathroom every day during second period because no one ever went in there. They called my mom, said it was obvious I was crying and they wanted a meeting and everything. She basically told them to fuck off.”
“Y/N’s mom is awesome by the way,” said Jensen, walking past with a plate full of brownies and snacks.
“Anyways, she took me home and she kind of showed me that trick and said it was okay for me grieve the way I needed to grieve. It was okay that I wasn’t reacting the same way as my siblings. That meant a lot to me. It hurt a lot but I just don’t...react the way I thought I was supposed to. It took until Jensen and I were engaged before I really felt comfortable crying in front of him. It’s how I am. But eventually my mom found someone new, a really great guy. He’s my step-dad but he’s also like, just my second dad. He walked me down the aisle at my wedding. And I was crying afterwards because I’d really wanted my dad to be there too. But my step-dad, he just pulled out a washcloth from his tux pocket and he had a tube of mascara and said let’s go take care of this.”
“He sounds nice,” she said.
“He is. I’m looking forward to when you get to meet them,” you said, peeling away the wash cloth. “That feel a little better? Helps with the sinuses too.”
“Yeah. I don’t even know how to do makeup really,” she said.
“I hardly wear it. Jensen wears more makeup than I ever have,” you teased.
“I heard that!” he called from the couch.
“I can show you the basics sometime,” you said, wiping off the rest of her face. “You have such a pretty face though. You don’t need it.”
“I’m not pretty,” she said.
“Yeah you are,” you said. “I’m not the most confident person, El. I mean, Jensen, he’s attractive. Like he’s major leagues and I should be in tee ball. But that’s how I see me. It’s not how he sees me or even people in general. It’s very easy to get a warped sense of your self,” you said. “Telling it to go screw itself is a bit harder.”
“Did you meet Jensen on the show?” she asked, blowing her nose. “You were on it for little while, right?”
“Yeah. I was only on one season but we very quickly became friends. It’s a bit funny how people assume we started out dating. He’s a little older than me and...we got a lot of crap when we got together. A lot. But Jensen is very good at making you feel wanted and loved when you think the rest of the world and maybe even yourself, is telling you something different.”
“You’re like super pretty though,” she said with a smile.
“See what I mean?” you said, Ellie nodding. “We better get out there before he devours everything on us.”
“I can still hear you!” said Jensen. You both giggled as you brought her back out to the couch, Ellie plopping down in the middle next to Jensen this time, taking a quesadilla off the plate.
“Jensen. I made like twenty pieces. There’s ten left,” you said.
“...Well that’s what you get for taking so long,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah,” you said, sharing your blanket with Ellie and grabbing a brownie. “How about some Parks and Rec?”
“Sounds good,” he said, flipping on the first episode, Ellie smiling as she ate her quesadilla. She was quiet as she snacked and watched the show, laughing a few times as she tucked herself against Jensen, falling asleep against his leg eventually. “Kiddo out?”
“Yeah. I think the swimming and that whole episode took a lot out of her,” you said, spreading the blanket out over her. He smiled and flipped on a cooking show, Ellie still fast asleep. “Jensen.”
“Y/N,” he said, turning to you with a smile on his face, glancing down at her for a moment. “She’s not a baby.”
“She could be our baby,” you said, his smile growing bigger. “You want to do this?”
“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “Yeah, I want to do this. Maybe someday we adopt some more too.”
“I’ll call Chad then,” you said, sitting up and giving him a kiss. “Dad.”
“Mom,” he teased. “I want to surprise her though.”
“Of course you do,” you said. “You got any ideas of where you want to take her on vacation?”
“I was thinking something not too overwhelming. Maybe rent a house down on the gulf, take her to the beach?” he asked. “Or you know, Florida Keys?”
“Now you’re talking.”
Three Weeks Later
“Ellie up yet?” yawned Jensen, rubbing his eyes.
“I haven’t heard her,” you said, checking the bags by the door again. “I’ll get her, try to get some food in her before we head to the airport.”
You headed upstairs slowly, the sky still dark outside that early in the morning. You stopped outside her bedroom door, pushing it open and seeing her bed empty.
“El? You almost ready to go?” you called, poking your head in her bathroom. “Oh, honey.”
She was shivering on the floor next to the toilet, trying to force herself to stand up.
“I’m okay,” she said, getting to her feet, her face turning green before she was down again.
“It’s alright,” you said, grabbing a hair tie and pulling her hair back for her, rubbing a hand up and down her back. “Just breathe. You’re okay.”
She sucked in a lungful of air when she finished and she wiped off her face, chucking the tissue in the bowl.
“What’s…” said Jensen, trailing off when he stopped at the entrance. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” said Ellie, wiping off her sweaty face, clutching her stomach.
“Mhm,” he said, stepping inside and putting a hand on her forehead. “You got a fever.”
“No I don’t,” she said. Jensen hummed and left, returning after a minute with a thermometer, sticking it in her ear.
“Oh. 102. Yes. Clearly no fever,” he said. “Alright. I’m gonna go call the doctor and see if we should bring you in.”
“No, no. I’m fine. We have to get on the plane soon,” she said, wrapping an arm around her stomach. “Ah. It hurts.”
“We’re not going anywhere today, okay Ellie?” you said. She closed her eyes and sighed. “Jens.”
“I’m on it,” he said, already pulling out his phone.
“She’s gonna be okay though, right?” asked Jensen at the hospital, tapping his foot like a madman in the waiting room.
“Perfectly fine. Appendectomy is a very routine procedure. She’ll be up and running around in three days,” said the doctor.
“Okay. Thank you,” he said.
“You guys want to go see her?” asked the doctor. You both hopped up out of your seats, Ellie eating a bowl of ice cream when you walked in her room.
“Hey, El,” you said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Jensen moving to the other side. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah,” she said, the doctor excusing himself.
“Honey, why didn’t you tell us you were hurting?” asked Jensen, fixing her hair behind her ear.
“We were supposed to go on vacation,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to ruin it.”
“We can go anytime,” he said with a smile. “You’re more important than a trip, always.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I still...I don’t know.”
“It’s alright,” you said. “Next time you tell us though.”
“I promise,” she said.
“Good,” said Jensen. “Now let’s see if we can find some more that ice cream.”
“Hey guys,” said Chad the next night, stopping by pretty late.
“Hi,” you said, letting him inside, Jensen giving him a wave from the couch. “Ellie’s sleeping upstairs. Still recovering.”
“Yeah, I more came by to talk to you guys,” he said. Jensen flipped off the TV as Chad took a seat, pulling out his file. “So I got your message that you two are interested in adopting Ellie.”
“We are,” said Jensen, giving your hand a squeeze when you sat next to him. “We know it’ll take awhile so we figured we’d start now.”
“Well...you guys don’t know Ellie’s full history,” he said, sliding over a large file.
“Well nothing in this file is going to make us change our minds,” you said, narrowing your eyes at Chad.
“Ellie...you probably assume her parents are dead,” said Chad. You glanced at Jensen, getting the same confused look from him you were sure was on his face. “They aren’t. They are simply unfit to serve as parents. In situations like that, we really try to keep the kid with the birth parents. They’ve never been willing to sign over full custody so-”
“Are you saying we can’t adopt her?” you asked.
“I’m saying we need permission from the birth parents. The dad’s a deadbeat so he’ll be easier than the mother who is again, a deadbeat, but she’s more...nuts,” he said. “There’s been a few who tried in the past but didn’t succeed.”
“Does Ellie know that people have tried to adopt her before?” you asked.
“No,” he said. Jensen scowled, Chad holding up a hand. “This is complicated and I’d prefer if you two don’t say anything to her. We can set up a meeting with the birth parents and see if they’d be willing to relinquish their rights but honestly, I don’t see it happening.”
“Why does someone unfit to be a parent get to do that?” asked Jensen.
“Because that’s the way it works right now. I don’t agree with it but it’s the way things are. You two have taken the most interest in Ellie I’ve ever seen and I’m rooting for you guys, I am. But I need to be realistic about what’ll happen,” he said.
“So if they say no, then what,” you said.
“Then you’ll remain as fosters to her until such time she either ages out or you decline to be fosters and she’d be moved again,” he said.
“What about when she ages out,” said Jensen, resting his elbows on his knees. “When she’s a legal adult, couldn’t she choose to be adopted by someone else?”
“Yes...that doesn’t happen often though. You’re talking about something, two, three years down the line. She may not want to be at that point. She may wonder why you waited, why now. The legal technicalities don’t cut it sometimes. She may, she may not. We just don’t know,” he said.
“So because some deadbeats that obviously couldn’t give a rats ass about her say no, we can’t give her a family?” scoffed Jensen.
“Welcome to the reason I sometimes really hate my job,” he said. “She is happier lately and Ellie is normally not a happy kid. I know she likes being here and feels safe here. If it were up to me, we’d sign all the papers tonight. But it’s not. If you want her, you have to fight for her and odds are, you will lose.”
“Bad odds are kind of our speciality,” said Jensen, turning to you. “You want to give up?”
“Nope,” you said, a smile spreading across his face.
“Set up a meeting,” said Jensen. “I’d like to give these people a piece of my mind.”
Three Days Later
“Some fancy rich people ain’t taking my girl,” said Heather, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her seat, looking at you. “Has this one even hit puberty?”
“Ms. Ursa,” said Jensen, forcing a smile on his face. “We very much would like to adopt Ellie.”
“I very much don’t give a shit,” she said, looking to the seat next to her where a man looked half awake. “Well, Tony?”
“Fuck you,” he said. “I don’t give a shit either way. I never did. Let the rich people have the kid.”
“Tony, would you be willing to sign-” said Chad, cutting himself off when Heather slammed her hand down.
“She ain’t going off to be some charity case for these two,” she said.
“Who gives a shit?” said Tony, grabbing the paper from Tony and singing it. “Nobody’s ever gonna bother me about this kid again, right?”
“Well you just relinquished all rights so you’re correct, no one will question you about Eleanor again,” he said.
“Good,” he said, standing up and looking back at Heather. “You stay the hell away from me too, bitch.”
“Asshole!” she called after him as he left the room. You looked at Jensen quickly, both your heads going to Chad.
“Okay. Heather, perhaps-”
“I said no,” she said.
“Why do you even care?” you asked, her gaze going to you. “You’ve had a decade to try and get your life together for her and you picked yourself every time over her. Why do you care if she’s your daughter on paper? You’ve never been a mother to her. Your parents were the ones that raised her until they turned her over to foster care. Why do you even want her?”
“She’s my daughter,” she said.
“You might be her mother, that doesn’t make you her mom,” you said.
“Yes it does, dipshit,” she said, looking between the two of you. “You know what? You two fork over some money and I may be inclined to sign that thing.”
“Ms. Ursa,” said Chad. “That is highly inappropriate and will be reported.”
“So? She’s still my kid,” she said.
“When’s Ellie’s birthday?” asked Jensen.
“I don’t know. March,” she said.
“February 12th. Do you even know how old she is?” he asked.
“Who cares?” she said. “She’s mine.”
“She’s 16,” he said. “If you don’t even care enough to know basic facts about Ellie, why do you care so much about keeping her?”
“Fuck you,” she said as she stood up. “That’s a no by the way.”
She stormed out and slammed the door behind her, Jensen blinking his eyes a few times.
“How is it possible that she gets any rights, at all?” said Jensen.
“She certainly just hurt them by trying to get you to pay her off,” said Chad. “Just let me work this. I have a feeling we’re going to need to escalate and Ellie’s going to get involved.”
“We wanted to surprise her with the adoption,” said Jensen.
“I know. This isn’t about adoption right now though. It’s about the mother giving over her rights so Ellie can be free to be adopted,” he said. “For now, that’s all we’re going to treat this as.”
“Do I have to go in?” asked Ellie a few weeks later, frowning in the hallway in her dress and flats.
“Just tell the lawyers and the judge the truth, honey,” said Jensen with a smile.
“Did my mom really stop it so other people who wanted to adopt me years ago couldn’t?” she asked.
“She had a right to stop it,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes behind Ellie. “But some people don’t think she should have it anymore. You’re 16 which gives you a little bit of a say in this.”
“But no one will want…” she trailed off.
“Just tell the truth, El,” said Jensen. She nodded and went in when they called her, Jensen leaning back against the wall with a sigh. “What do you think will happen?”
“I don’t know,” you said, grabbing his hand and standing besides him. “Either way, we don’t treat her any different.”
“I love you,” he said, throwing an over your shoulders and kissing your temple. “Let’s just hope for the best thing for her right now.”
“Hey, El,” you said, knocking on the door to her room that night. She was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. “You okay?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I know logically that what happened today is the best thing for me but part of me thinks there’s something wrong with me too.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” you said, sitting down on the bed.
“My parents never cared about me,” she said, turning her head towards you. “Never. There’s something-”
“No, there’s not,” you said. “Now you can be with people that do care. Those people made you but that doesn’t mean they were your parents, honey.”
“I know,” she said, turning on her side and reaching her arms out, wrapping them around your waist as she curled up. “Still sucks.”
“Would you want to stay here with us as long as you’re in foster care?” you asked. She nodded, a tiny smile on her face. “Okay. We’d really like that too.”
“Can we get pizza for dinner?” she asked.
“Sure,” you said, bending down and giving her a hug. “We can get whatever you want.”
Two Months Later
“Eleanor,” said Jensen as dinner, Ellie freezing with her fork halfway to her mouth. “Did you go swimming by yourself today?”
“Yes?” she winced. “I’m really good now, Jensen. I can go by myself.”
“She is a very good swimmer,” you said. “Ellie was saying maybe she even wanted to try out for the swim team at school. I think the tryouts are towards the end of September.”
“You’re gonna have to make sure I get a copy of your swim meets so I can run out of work when I need to,” said Jensen with a smile.
“So I can go in the pool by myself?” she said.
“Yes but be careful,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, slurping down her pasta. The rest of dinner was quiet, Ellie helping cleaning up as part of her chores. She practically dragged Jensen outside to make some smores like he’d promised earlier, Jensen chuckling as he whipped some up for dessert.
“Hey, Ellie,” you said, leaning back in your deck chair with a smile. “Jensen and I have something we want to tell you.”
“Oh,” she said, body stiffening up. “I’m being moved again, aren’t I.”
“No, no, sweetie,” said Jensen, grabbing a box from under the table, smiling as he handed it to her. “Y/N hasn’t been feeling all that great lately so we took her to the doctors a few weeks ago.”
“I, don’t ask me how, but somehow, I am pregnant,” you said, Jensen’s face in a big grin.
“You’re gonna have a baby?” she asked. “That’s great.”
You both saw the slight disappointment on her face, Jensen tapping the box.
“Well, big sis, why don’t you open up your present we got you,” he said, holding his hands behind his back.
“You guys got me a world’s best sister shirt or something, didn’t you,” she said with a small smile, tearing open the cardboard box and tilting her head. “A stack of papers. Okay.”
She raised an eyebrow as she picked them up, Jensen and you both staring at her as you watched her read them and proceed to drop them on the ground as her face scrunched up. She didn’t say anything but nodded her head, letting you both pull her into a big hug.
“Okay, it’s really awesome that you’re having a baby actually,” she laughed, still holding on tight.
“Y/N wanted to surprise you,” teased Jensen.
“He is such a liar,” you said, Ellie wiping off her face as she pulled back for a moment. “I’m going to take that as you’re okay with us adopting you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”
“I realize something now,” said Jensen, giving you both a smile. “I totally burned the shit out of those smores over there, didn’t I.”
“Yup,” you said, Ellie laughing as you saw the charred remains of the marshmallows.
“We have cookie cake inside too to celebrate,” said Jensen.
“You are doing very well in the dad department so far,” said Ellie.
“Well thank you,” said Jensen with a big smile. “That means a lot, kiddo.”
One Year Later
“Elliot,” said Ellie, the little boy taking a greater interest in chewing on her hair than playing with her at the moment. “Eli...no.”
“Dude, stop eating her hair,” laughed Jensen as he scooped him up and sat him on his hip. “Your sister has a very important race today.”
“It’s just sectionals,” she said.
“A year ago you couldn’t even swim. Now you’re the best swimmer at school. You’re gonna blow all those other suckers away,” he said.
“And winning is not everything,” you said, rolling your eyes as you exited the laundry room with her favorite swim suit. “Jensen.”
“She knows that. Try your best is all. We’re proud either way,” he said as you shoved her suit in her gym bag. “But you know. Kill ‘em out there.”
“I know. Are you guys sure you want to bring Eli? It’s kind of loud at the pool,” she said. “I don’t want him to get scared.”
“Boom,” said Jensen, pulling out a pair of big earphones from his back pocket, sticking them over Elliot’s head.
“You’re such a dork,” you said.
“You kind of are, dad,” she said as she picked up her bag, slowly righting herself with it. “Uh…”
“Well let’s get going, don’t want to be late,” he said, grabbing the baby bag from the floor.
“Was that okay?” she asked when he walked outside to get Eli packed up in the car.
“Yeah. You call us what you’re comfortable with,” you said. She nodded and slipped into her sneakers, taking her gym bag with her as you locked up the house.
“All set?” asked Jensen as she tossed it in the back and piled in besides Eli.
“Mhm,” she said, Jensen waiting a moment for everyone to buckle up before he backed out. “Hey, mom, dad?”
“Yeah?” you asked, Jensen smiling at you quickly before he was on the street.
“Thanks,” she said, looking out the window when you turned back.
“You’re welcome,” said Jensen. “For what?”
“Just…you know,” she said.
“Hm?” he asked.
“I’ll explain it to you later, Jens,” you said with a smile. “Come on. Let’s go watch our girl race.”
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