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Still trying to finish other things but in the meantime- updated design for my older May! She's an Ace Trainer
#you cant see it form the angle i put it at but she wears her gym badges pinned on her bag! shes proud of them lol#she DID technically win the champion title but the hoenn region saw what happened in kanto#w a child fleeing into the mountains and becoming a hermit. and were like ykno what lets Not do that#so it was kept a secret. shes free to revisit it now that shes older but she doesnt want any champion business anyhow#shes havin fun travelling#she still does contests! her n brendan both#brendan competes in cleverness n toughness contests may in cute and beauty contests... both of them fight in coolness contests#lisia sits back and watches as she clutches out the win yet again cus the stupid teenagers were too focused on winning from EACHOTHER#that they forgot about winning in GENERAL.#good job guys#not totally set on her team?#she has her blaziken. thats also her mega mon#tempted to give her mudkip its just baby forever#she has access to latias? but i dont think shes using it on her team just for flying#ill prolly let her keep her wailord she also uses in game its funny as hell#anyways its mostly all still up in the air#also her n brendan r fighting over custody of cosplay pikachu n theyre both losing#oras#pokemon trainer may#i forgot to actually tag this w the fandom LMAO OOPS#my own rambling makes me forget#hoenn
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i just remembered that an old monk pc of mine was for a campaign set in the forgotten realms and that she's actually from baldurs gate...she might be my first playthrough
#she was a former gladiator/entertainer (...a dnd version of a wrestler tbh) and i think she and karlach would get along like a house on fire#her name is talriel and unfortunately bg3 doesn't have aasimar as a playable race so i guess she'll be a half elf or something#i just want her and karlach to be two chaotic little stinkers together havin fun and dancing and throwing a fastball special#and maybe kiss....#after i get reimbursed for my upcoming traveling expenses....baldurs gate time....
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Can we perhaps have something where stepdad Joel makes reader squirt-đ
alskdfjal yes of course this is so perfect :))) thank u for the prompt đ
practice makes perfect
pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader
word count: 2.5k
summary: follow-up to bad girl. your mom decides to go out one night, leaving you and your stepdad at home alone together. feeling hurt and petty in response to his wife's cheating, he has no qualms with fucking you in your mom's bedroom. you make a mess.
warnings: okay lets go, a lot of fucking (so much fucking), stepcest, infidelity, oral sex (mentioned), unsafe piv, SQUIRTING, dirty talk, fingering, daddy kink, age difference (reader is late 20s, joel is mid-40s), a bit of dom/sub vibes, multiple orgasms, creampie -- let me know if i missed anything?
a/n: i am so completely blown away by the response to my first stepdad!joel fic -- thank you all so much for the comments and reblogs and messages, i fuckin cherish them all. as always, pls feel free to reach out. i hope you enjoy this instalment!
for the first week after joel walked in on you, you were half convinced your entire experience with him had been a fever dream. you hadn't seen all that much of him on account of a big project he's been grumbling about, something about a delayed material delivery that pushed him closer to a deadline than he'd prefer. you were busy yourself, too, going out with friends and spending long hours on some of your freelance work.
there were moments, though, that you'd catch one another and there'd be a glint of something in his eye.
one night, you, your mom, and joel are all sat at the table for a family dinner. your mom has drained her wine glass twice already, and is reaching for the bottle again as she tells you both, "i'm afraid i can't stay for long tonight, i just got a text from vera. sounds like she's having a bad night and needs a friend."
joel makes a sound like a snort that he follows up with a cough. "poor vera," he says, "she's been havin' an awful rough time lately, hasn't she? it's like she's inconsolable every other day."
"yes," your mom says, "she has been going through so much."
joel stares at her for a moment and you almost expect him to challenge her on it, but then he lets out a breath and smiles.
"you're such a good friend, baby," he tells her and she grins before turning back to her glass of wine and taking a big gulp. joel fixes you with a knowing stare and smirks. you both know she's not going to vera's.
after she finishes picking at her plate, she announces that she needs to get ready and dips out of the room.
"so, vera, huh?" you ask and joel snorts.
"can't believe your momma forgot she made me follow that woman on instagram months ago. according to her recent posts, she's currently travelling through iceland."
you roll your eyes and laugh, "seriously?" you ask, and joel nods.
"you'd think she'd be a better liar by this point," you say, and joel smiles but winces a little too.
it's not a game. you know it's not a game. just because you're used to your mother's antics doesn't mean it isn't new to joel, and he's only known for certain for a week that she's been unfaithful to him and that's gotta hurt. despite whatever's going on between you two, you know joel's heart is aching.
you're pretty sure you've just poured salt in the wound.
"i'm sorry, joel," you say, suddenly embarrassed, "i didn't mean to- i don't know. i didn't mean to make fun of it. i know you're dealing with... a lot."
joel shrugs and relaxes, "ah, it's alright sweetheart. just something i need to deal with. but you've done nothing wrong."
"okay," you say, and it's only then that you realise how close you've been leaning towards one another. at the sound of your mother's heels on the stairs, joel clears his throat and the two of you put more distance between yourselves.
your mother's voice carries down the hallway. "will you two be alright without me? i know you haven't had a chance to spend much time together."
"i'm sure we'll manage." you say, and joel smirks.
"she's a real good girl," he says, "'m lovin these opportunities to get to know her better."
"i'm glad to hear it," your mom says, and smiles between the two of you as you do your best not to choke.
"ya look great, baby," joel says, eyebrows raised as he looks your mom up and down. "cute dress. that makeup's gonna get ruined with your face masks, though, huh?"
she blushes and waves him off, "you know i like to get all get dolled up for my girls night," she says, "i can wipe the makeup off later."
"i'm sure you will," he says, and though you can hear the edge to it, you don't think your mom can. he presses a kiss to her cheek.
"i might be home late," she tells you both, "don't wait up!"
"no worries, baby," joel says, "in fact, if vera's having such a hard time, maybe you should make it a sleepover"
your mom grins and it's dazzling and heartbreaking. it's moments like this that you can see exactly why so many men have fallen in love with her. "that's a great idea, honey," she says, "i think i'll do just that! i'll see you both in the morning."
with a swish of her hair, your mom has left through the front door. joel groans, folding forward and resting his head in his hands, letting out a low "fucking jesus" before he sits back and composes himself. he lets out a deep sigh and then turns to look at you and shakes his head, closing his eyes, resigned.
you're not sure what's appropriate. you nearly reach out to deliver a comforting pat to his hand, but change your mind at the last moment, instead batting your hand out like a cat's paw and then recoiling.
joel's eyes weren't, apparently, closed. he sees your indecisive gesture, frowns, and gives you a look, before laughing. "you're okay, sweetheart," he says, his voice still tinged with the rumble of laughter, "it's all a lot to deal with. but i'm managing. and guess what?"
"what?" you ask.
"we've got a whole night to ourselves. just the two of us."
"oh yeah?" you ask, and you suddenly feel hot all over. joel's staring at you with such a darkness in his eyes that you're certain you're already wet.
"'f that's something you'd like, that is." joel smiles and it's almost unexpected the way he checks in with you, that he still has the capacity to focus on your needs. in his position, you might just be out to take what you could get, wholly and selfishly.
he's so... considerate. fuck he turns you on.
"i've got an idea," you say, and you take him by the hand and lead him upstairs.
you can feel his body stiffen when you stand in the doorway to your mother's bedroom. "you want me to fuck you in here?" he asks, and you can't parse his tone.
you're worried that you've gone too far, that despite the filthy way he fucked you only a few days ago, you've hit a barrier you should never have crossed, but you nod. before you can ask is it too much? he's growling "yes" and dragging you into the room.
he pulls you into a kiss, frenzied and feral, his teeth biting at you, nipping at your lips and cheeks, laving kisses down your throat. before you know it, you're both fully naked, clothes littered all over the floor of the room and joel's teeth are gently biting down on one of your nipples as he rocks his hips against yours.
"are you gonna let me take care of you? gonna let daddy take care of you?" he asks, "use your words."
"yes, daddy," you tell him.
"ya know," he tells you, running a hand down your sternum and resting between your breasts, feeling the rise and fall of your breathing, "there have been a few times i've gotten home late these past few days, and when i walked past your bedroom door i could swear i heard the sweetest little moans."
you blush and look away from him.
"uh-uh," he says, tipping your chin up, making you look at him, "were you thinkin' bout me?"
you nod. "yes daddy" it's the truth, after all.
"good girl," he smiles, "thank you for being honest with me. now i already know you're a dirty girl, what with all your naughty videos. and i know you're a fuckin' slut the way you spread your legs so easily for me."
"yes daddy," you echo.
"but what i don't know," he says, and his voice is velvet and dangerous, his pupils blown with hunger, "is just how many surfaces in this room i can bend you over and fuck you till you're so cock drunk you can't speak."
your eyebrows shoot up and your jaw drops.
"i ain't even started with you, honey," he smiles, and he drops to his knees.
it's a fucking marathon.
he eats you out at the foot of your mothers bed till you're panting, his lips glistening with your slick and he makes you feel so good you're certain you're gonna die.
then, your positions are reversed, joel trying his best to plant his feet into the carpet so he doesn't melt off the bed altogether, while you kneel before him. he fucks up into your throat, delighting in every vibration your moans and swallows provide.
soon, you're pressed up against the dresser, your fingers gripping onto the drawer handles as he fucks into your pussy from behind.
then against the bookshelf. the closet doors. there's a moment where joel gets closer than he'd like to coming and he has you grab onto the floor lamp as he eats your pussy again on bended knee, only this time you're standing up and trying your best not to crumple onto him when he makes you come a fourth and a fifth time.
you're starting to get overstimulated. no, you are overstimulated, but it's in the most oddly delicious way. joel has you folded over the foot of your mom's bed, your knees on an ottoman, the rest of you pressed against the mattress, fists groping at sheets, holding on for dear life.
it's a good angle, hell, it's the perfect angle. not only does it feel incredible, it helps prop your ass up to a height that allows joel's huge cock to fuck you deeper without too much more effort, gripping your hips as he pounds into you. the best part, though, is that you're both at the perfect angle to see yourselves in the full length mirror.
"jesus christ, baby," joel is saying, "you see how deep i am? feel how deep i am? pussy's so tight around this cock. can almost feel myself in here," he says, and presses two fingers against your tummy.
you moan, using every ounce of strength you have left to keep your ass in the air and take joel's cock so nicely.
"it feels so good, daddy," you sob, "it's so big, making me come so many times. fuck, i can feel it building- it feels so good, you make me feel so good-"
"yes, baby," he growls, "let go for me, let me feel you come stretched so pretty 'round daddy's dick."
"fuck, daddy," you whine, because you realise it's a different sensation that's been building and even though you know what it is, you've never quite reached an orgasm like this before. "i'm gonna come, daddy! i'm gonna fuckin come-"
"shit, baby," he says as he starts to feel hot wet spurts of liquid splashing out of you, "oh fuck, you gonna wet my cock with your cum?"
you're screaming now, so fucked out and overstimulated
"oh, shit honey, yes-" joel shouts, a man possessed, as he pulls his cock out from you and rubs furiously at your clit, moaning loudly as you gush all over his hand. "oh, i'm gonna need more of that," he groans, and you can't find words to argue. he fucks back into you, hitting that same spot, finding that same pressure.
"could fuckin drink this, baby," he says, "comin' all over my cock like the fuckin whore you are. look at us, baby, look in the mirror and don't you dare close your fucking eyes."
you obey. it's a struggle to get your eyes to even focus, but when you do, you're sent over the edge again and again and again.
the two of you look so fucking good, the jiggle of your ass, the angles of your bodies and the way you slot together, the tan of joel's arms, his muscles, his control, the silver of his hair.
his breathless mantra "good girl, good girl, fuckin' take it, such a good girl-," as you take everything he gives you and more.
he finds a rhythm for fucking every last drop out of you. he'll give you a few harsh, deep thrusts and then pull out and rub your pussy till you aren't gushing around him anymore. then he'll slap your pussy with the head of his cock, making you shudder before he stuffs it back in and builds you up again.
your thighs are drenched and the wetness down your legs is cooling. you've lost count of the number of times he's made you come like this, but finally, you're shaking so hard you can't bear it and his thrusts are getting staggered.
he's breathless when he manages to ask, "you want me to fill up this lil pussy? fill it full of daddy's cum?"
"yes, yes, yeesss-" you beg, and you watch your reflection as joel's hips stutter a final time and he lets out a strangled groan as he loses control and fucks his release into you.
the second after he comes, he collapses onto you but you're so weak and fuck-drunk you collapse, too. joel rolls off of you so you can breathe, but then both of you are laughing. you're disgusting, covered in sweat and spit and squirt and cum, but joel dips a finger into your pussy and then licks up the combination of juices.
seeing your awed expression, joel shrugs and then smiles, a little embarrassed. "just needed to taste ya like this," he says, and it's incredibly endearing.
after a few more minutes of laying around in messy, sticky comfort, joel gets up. and then- "shit".
"what's wrong?" you ask as you look up at him and he's- laughing?
you look down at what he's looking at -- the ottoman. you've drenched it entirely. it's at least three shades darker than it was to begin with, and reeks of sex.
"well," you say, "that's not ideal."
"guess i'll have to buy your momma a new one," he says, rubbing against his temples and barking out a short laugh. then he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and one to your forehead.
"you go have a shower," he tells you, "i'll take care of this mess, and then let's get some snacks," he winks, and you smile.
he starts to back out of the room when you call to him, "so, mom's gonna be gone all night-" you start to say, tentative.
"you already askin' for round two?" he asks, incredulous.
"if we're calling all of that-" you gesture around the room, "round one? then yeah. i'm asking for round two."
"dirty girl," he laughs, "you're fuckin insatiable!"
"that's not a no-" you point out.
"no, it's not a no," he says. "let's refuel. rehydrate. and get right back to it."
#joel miller smut#tlou#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#tlou fic#joel miller x f!reader
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âąQuestionsâą -SUKUNA.R-
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NSFW-SUKUNA.R [COLLEGE AU]
!!CW!!-Mentions of wéed, drinking, dirty language, rough making out, hairpulling, biting, and fing3ring
âą In which the infamous Sukuna Ryomen, known for his antics and house parties, takes it upon himself to ask you why you're at his party, simple reason that you are one of gojo's friends- which turns into more than simple question asking âą
!!NSFW under the cut!!
straight to the point tbh bc its rushed hella badđ§đ»ââïž+not proofread+made this at 2 am half awake with a energy drink and brownies !!ageless blogs dni!!
Your head swings slightly as your dancing in the livingroom with music blasting, shoko dancing alongside you, cup in your hand, and the thought of even leaving nonexistent.
"Hey, shoko?" You yell over the music and the other people nearby which filled the large room. She opened her eyes and looks at you while she dances; wasted. "Yea Y/N?" You look around a few seconds before turning your gaze back at her. "I'ma go to the restroom, don't go anywhere okay?"
She simply gives a thumbs up as she continues dancing tapping suguru's shoulder before making him hold her drink. You walk and push thru the crowd and make your way upstairs. You see a group of people in the quieter portion of the house, obviously smoking weed.
Eventually you find the restroom, the small room was enveloped in the smell of colonge and weed. It was chaotic and slightly overwhelming. You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair clothes and makeup.
Walking out you bump into a hard obsticle, unfortunately the back of sukuna, he seemed to be waiting for the restroom. He turns with annoyance flooded on his face.
"what'cha doin' in there doll? Infact" he pauses breathing in softly, the smell of your perfume seemed to catch his attention. "What's ya' name? Haven't seen ya' before." He tilts his head, a smirk imbedded in his face. The smell of his colonge flooded your senses, which ment he was the one in the restroom.
"Y/N" He smiles before repeating it. "Y/N" It came out almost like a purr from a tiger about take its meal. You advert your eyes feeling your face become hot. He lets out a low chuckle before eyeing you, making it obvious on purpose. "I gotta get back-"
"What's wrong dollface? Jus' asking for ya' name, such a shame you hang out with that Satoru. His words comeoff so soothing in the way that made you want him so bad. You knew what trouble he could bring and that he has brought. Especially to Satoru and the others.
His hand touches your hip ever-so-softly which made goosebumps travel your skin. "Let's go back in yea?" He opens the door again behind you and pulls you in slightly before closing and locking it. You felt your heart race, this wasn't a good thing, it was a bad idea. A terrible idea... right?
It was too late now, in just a few minutes you were on the counter, his hand up your shirt and his mouth on yours. His lips crashed yet once again, his hand on your jaw, the other unclipping your bra. Was this even the right thing? Too late now, you were enjoying this.
He pulls back biting your lip just hard enough to draw a dribble of blood before licking it up. "Wanna feel good dollface?" He huffs out onto your neck before licking it and kissing it. You let out a hum, too nervous to speak.
"Words pretty, c'mon you can." He smirks against your neck. "Yes please, Sukuna" He pulls back before taking off your shirt and bra throwing it on the floor and lifiting your skirt. His hand trailing between your thighs pulling teasingly at the lace as he speaks lowly. "Did you plan on havin' fun?" He teases watching your face turn red.
It was obvious you were both drunk- you more than him. The heat he caused made you feel warm against the cold sink marble counter, the pit in your stomach aching. Your arms holding onto his as his lips press against yours yet again.
His touch got rougher, his hands griping the plush of your thighs tightly, his kisses got deeper and rougher aswell. The sensation overwhelming you. His right hand moves away towards your hair and pulls it to get a deeper angle.
This goes on for a few minutes, you catch your breath in any way you can. His left hand rubs against your clothed cunt. Causing you to moan slightly. The tension was rough and the pit in your stomach was just aching to be relieved. "If you sound like this right now, can't wait to be ball's deep in ya' later." His words and touch alone felt like warm honey on you, igniting fire throughout your body.
You spread your legs slightly, eager for the relief you craved. He lets out a low chuckle. "So needy f'me ya'?" He pulls his hand away from your clothed cunt up to your mouth. "If ya' want it, suck 'em. To make it easier ya'?" His words cooed your body to him. Taking his fingers in your mouth sucking softly.
He pulls them our a few moments later, his smirk widening seeing the glistening saliva along his two large digits. He locks eyes with you. "Can't wait to see ya' unravel in a few moments" He licks his lips slightly before kissing you again, pulling down your panties in a swift motion and sliding along your cunt.
He kisses you deep and rough as he slides in a finger, soon adding the other. His fingers move with speed and talent. You were indeed coming undone in moments. His fingers were wrapped in the damp cushions of your cunt, the noise of his fingers and the slick building.
"I-ah- I think i shouldnt be here y-" you need to cagch you breath, the way his fingers curled in just the right place. "My friend s-ahgn-says that you're an asshole" He just chuckles in response. "He just wants to fuck'ya, hell I wouldnt last just bein' friends with you. Not with this pretty pussy." His hand slows down, before adding another finger. Speeding up once again, his eyes had a hint of desire in them. "Never had a girl squeeze me so damn tight. C'mon y'know you're enjoyin' this."
You give in clinging onto him, his free hand digging into the plush of your left thigh. You felt on the edge, you hadn't done this in so long- it felt heavenly to be specfifc. "Your face is so flushed and you're gettin' tighter. You're so close aren't ya?" He smirkswatching you look down at his hand go what seemed to be an inhuman speed- fuck it felt good.
"mh yea, 'm close- so close" Your hands find their way to his back holding onto him as you near your orgasm. He didn't hold back, instead spreading your legs and rubbing the plush of them. "Gonna make a mess on my counter?" He teases speeding up curling his finger deep. You nod letting out gasps and whimpers. He chuckles watching you come undone, your head going back, jaw slack, and eyes shut.
He keeps his pace spreading his fingers every now and then as you come. It felt so much pressure uncoil in your stomach. The fluid spilling out onto the counter, over his fingers, and dripping down on the floor. You let out soft curses and gasps. "Amazing, I wanna see you do it again. Clean up and wait for me in my room yea?" He taps your thigh pulling out his fingers showing you the slick and fluids that you had drenched his fingers.
You burn, embarrassed. You hadn't ever done that before. He gives you a smirk before washing his hands and throwing a towel onto your legs. Its the room with the metal traffic sign on it." With that he gives you one last glance eating you with his eyes.
"Bzzzt" Your phone which was on the counter next to you vibrated. And from it you saw the notification from Suguru.
"Shoko said you went to the restroom, you didnt sneak away with a rando right? remember you're our DD, text me when your back." The groupchat between you, Shoko, Gojo, ang Suguru. Shit- spent way too long, maybe it wouldnt be a bad idea to spend a few more minutes with him.
yes ik its rushed- badly to say the least, but im at my parents rn cleaning for the holiday... im too tired for this. And for the bakugo drabble or one shot series, ill update on that soon... once votes come in of course!!
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#sukuna ryomen#ryomen sukuna#ryomen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#no plot whatsoever#this was in my drafts
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Unexpected - Part 3
Hope you all enjoy this next part. I am already writing part 4 and am happy to report that from here on out these will consist of much more Glen content. I just wanted to set up the story context first, so I appreciate your patience :)
âWell good morning, Mr. OâBrien!â You cheerfully greet him as he comes jogging down the stairs of his cabin. Dylan waves to you, reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his sunglasses, putting them on in one swift motion as he makes his way over to you to hop onto the golf cart.Â
âMorning! Iâm looking forward to today, this breakfast lecture should be good.â
You hand him his coffee from the cup holder, pleased with yourself for getting up in time to grab it for him. âOh, youâre the best! I need this today. Iâve got a packed schedule!â
The two of you go over the day briefly before you arrive at the designated trailer he will be in for the next couple of hours. You spot Savannah and Glen across the lot, and shoot them a quick wave before reversing your golf cart and heading for the coffee stand on the other end of the venue. You didnât want to risk getting two coffees this morning at the risk of being late to get Dylan. You check your phone for the time, and decide to ride over to the bigger trailer to get some breakfast. You text Savannah to meet you there.
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âDo we have any overlaps today?â Savannah asks before shoving a muffin into her mouth. You scan your schedules. âLooks like Dylan and Glen have a workshop around 4, we could walk the trail while theyâre there.â The two of you eat breakfast and chat amongst the other handlers, hearing some crazy stories about some of the talent already, making the two of you extra grateful to have been assigned to some of the chillest ones there.
The rest of the afternoon goes off without a hitch, and you are excited to stretch your legs and chat with Savannah. âLast event of the day before the ice cream mixer. Letâs do this!â Dylan gives you a high five before leaping off the golf cart and making his way down the hill to the trailer. Savannah and Glen pull up a few minutes after you, and you feel yourself blush as their cart comes to a stop next to yours. Glen shoots you a warm smile, âHey! Havinâ fun?â You nod, waving him on to go inside as Savannah was getting him there a bit late. A playful smile creeps onto his face before he turns from you, running toward the door.
âSavannah! You canât be late for these things. Youâll get him in trouble and even yourself.â You quietly scold her, playfully tapping her arm. She giggles, hiding her face as you both fall into step. The wind gently shakes the trees overhead, the two of you are the only ones on the trail. âHowâs Dylan enjoying everything? Glen has been filling his journal with notes already! I think heâs really enjoying it.â You smile to yourself. âThatâs good, Iâm happy to hear that! Dylan seems to be having a good time too, I think heâs ready to let loose a little bit though.âÂ
Savannah nods as she listens to you. âAre you going to the mixer tonight? Iâm kind of tired, I might just drop Glen off and go back to my cabin.â You turn to face her, confused. âWhy wonât you go? I donât want to go by myself!â You pout. Savannah giggles. âI think Iâm just run down from traveling and the change in weather here versus LA. But Iâll go, donât worry.â
The two of you do a few more laps to kill time before getting back on your carts to pick up the boys. You drive them both to the ice cream event, feeling a little surprised at the lack of people there. âHm, I guess everyoneâs turned in early tonight.â You state, watching as Dylan and Glen walk off toward the ice cream bar together. Savannah sighs loudly as she turns her body to lay down in the front of the cart. âOr the celebrities donât eat ice cream at all. You know how they are with their diets.â She tries to force a laugh, but when she barely stifled a groan you turn to look over at her. âAre you alright?âÂ
âIâll be fine..just need a minute. Can you make sure Glen has his room key on him?â she squeezes her eyes shut, placing a hand over her forehead. Your eyebrows raise in confusion. âWhy wouldnât he have it? Donât you have a spare just in case?â Savannah rolls her eyes. âCan you just please go and ask him? Iâm trying to be triple sure that he can get into his room tonight because I need to go lie down. I canât promise I wonât get up by the time heâs ready to leave.â You rush around the golf cart to her, bending down to her level.
âSav, I can always take him back to his cabin. Itâs really no problem. Let me just let him know whatâs going on and Iâll be right back.â You give her sympathetic smile before jogging towards Glen, who to your surprise is still talking with Dylan. âHey guys! Sorry to interrupt but, Savannah isnât feeling great so sheâs going to go lay down. Glen, Iâll be here the whole time so whenever youâre ready to go I can drop you off. Dylan, same thing just let me know when youâre ready to leave and Iâll take you back. Is that okay?â Your eyes move between Glen and Dylan, waiting for their response. Dylan immediately nods, rubbing the back of his neck before taking another lick of his ice cream cone. âOf course, all good here!âÂ
Glen frowns, his eyes drifting to Savannah who is still lying sideways on the golf cart, her arms draped over her eyes. âAw, I hate that she's not feeling well. Whatever we need to do, Iâm good. I appreciate you letting me know.â Glen smiles at you, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it before he moves past you to order some ice cream. Relieved, you run back to Savannah and let her know all is well. She thanks you quietly before riding off toward her cabin.Â
You look out at the talent chatting amongst each other, sprinkles and crumbs of oreo cookies all over the grass. You shake your head - you would hate to be the clean up crew after an event like this one.Â
30 minutes pass, and still no text from Savannah. Youâre starting to get a little sleepy, itâs already 8pm and youâve had a busy day. Everyone is still chatting on the lawn, the strung up lights now lit and glowing above everyone. You eye the ice cream stand, not seeing anyone in line. âItâs now or never.â You mumble to yourself with a shrug as you hop out of the cart and head towards the stand. As you wait for your ice cream, you feel someone stroll up behind you.
âFinally taking advantage of the perks, huh?â You turn over your shoulder to see Glen smiling at you, hands in his pockets. You uncross your arms and step closer to him, fully aware of the huge grin that appears on your face upon seeing him. âI mean, Iâve never been able to say no to ice cream..â Your voice trails off as you allow yourself to get lost in his eyes. Theyâre a beautiful bluish green, and theyâre sparkling at you beneath the lights. âWe have that in common. You want to take a walk with me?â You feel your heart skip a beat as you grab your ice cream and start following his lead, nodding silently while walking next to him. You remain quiet as you dig your spoon into your dessert, waiting for him to continue the conversation. When he doesnât say anything, you raise an eyebrow at him. âIs everything alright? Do you need me to-â Glen holds up a hand to you, shaking his head with a smile. âNo, no. Everythingâs great. Relax a little.â He leads you to join him on a nearby bench. You sit on the edge of it, turning to face him in confusion. âSorry..â You look at the ground.
âI just want to talk to you. Where are you from?â He questions, leaning toward you. You fill him in on where youâre from, your apartment back home and a little about your family. You learn about Glenâs upbringing too, and he tells you about his family and gushes about his niece and nephew. It takes your best acting skills to remain unphased through the whole conversation, pretending like you had no idea he was from Austin, Texas, and that you didnât know he looked to be an amazing uncle from his sisterâs instagram page. The more information he shared, the more you begin to feel uneasy. You didnât want to be unprofessional, and you dang sure couldnât let on that you were a fan of his. So, you continued to listen, asking questions you already knew some of the answers to while devouring your cup of ice cream.Â
âAre you going to be able to see your family anytime soon?â You finally ask after tossing your empty bowl into the nearby trash can. Glen begins to tell you how he and his entire family are going to spend Thanksgiving at his parents home in Texas with everyone, but he pauses when you turn back around to face him, his thumb reaching over to wipe a sprinkle off the corner of your mouth. You feel your breath hitch, body freezing under his touch. You both search each otherâs face for a moment, the silence hanging in the cool night air.
âThank you.â You whisper, wiping at the area with the back of your hand. Glen nods, catching the tip of his tongue between his teeth. âYou know, you have the prettiest eyes.â You admit, immediately regretting it once the words leave your lips. Your eyes widen, cheeks flushed as Glenâs chest rumbles with a low chuckle. âWhy thank you, Iâm flattered. You know, youâre the prettiest one here tonight.â He shoots you a sincere smile, and you immediately stand to your feet. âOh, um..thank you. Thatâs really..â You stutter, unable to meet his gaze. You take a breath and fiddle with your lanyard. âI should let you get back to the party. Just let me know when youâre ready to head in for the night!â You awkwardly wave to him as you turn on your heel in the grass, a confused Glen Powell still sitting on the bench. You make a beeline for your golf cart, exhaling deeply once youâre there. Did he just compliment you and say you were the prettiest one here? What?! You try to even out your breathing as you watch Glen float back into the middle of the crowd, and youâre relieved to have some distance between you. If only he knew the things you wish you could say. But this was not for him to know- you were working, you had to remain professional. You immediately try to call Savannah, but when she doesnât pick up, you shoot her a voice memo telling her what happened. Not long after, you watch as Dylan approaches you through the darkness, a smirk playing on his face. âAre you ready to go?â You turn the key on the golf cart, and Dylan slides in next to you. âYes please. Hey, I saw you chattinâ with Powell. Whatâs up with that? Is Savannah feeling any better?â You sigh, the breeze causing your hair to cascade behind you as you drive down the path to his cabin. âHe was just chatting with me about his family, my family, that sort of thing.â You nonchalantly reply, watching Dylan nod, lips pursed in your peripheral. âAs for Savannah, I havenât heard from her so she must be sleeping.âÂ
You both make small talk before reaching his cabin, and Dylan fist bumps you before heading inside.Â
You quickly drive back to the party, your stomach doing flips as you pull into a parking spot to see Glen waiting for you. âGlen! I hope you werenât waiting too long. Hop in.â You pat the seat next to you, and Glen happily hops on. âI just walked up, youâre good. Seriously, you donât have to be soâŠprofessional. Itâs after hours, deal?â
You scoff at his words, shaking your head. âBelieve it or not, Iâm on the clock. The only after hours I have are when Iâm in bed for the night. Itâs my job to be professional. Deal?â You turn to face him, shooting him a playful wink. He reaches across you, placing a hand on the steering wheel and extending his left foot to hit the brakes. You both jolt forward, your body momentarily colliding with his. Heâs warm, and you can smell his cologne. âLet me drive.â He grins like a little kid before scooting you out of your seat and motioning to the right of him with his head. You laugh as you run to the other side, welcoming the break from being âonâ. He puts the cart in reverse and heads backwards toward the event trailers. âGlen?â You question him before he pats his free hand on your knee. âShh, shh. I just want to ride around a little bit. Itâs such a nice night out.â You wet your lips, hands twisting into your lap. You knew you could get in trouble for letting the talent drive this cart, but you honestly didnât care. He was a grown man, he could drive a golf cart. Heck, heâs a pilot for crying out loud! You press your lips together to stifle a laugh at your inner thoughts. Glen hadnât shared this fact yet, but as if he could read your mind he breaks the silence. âDonât worry, I know we arenât technically supposed to drive these things, but I promise if we get caught I will take full responsibility.â He looks over at you, eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips. You canât believe this is happening right now. Your eyes drift from his face to your surroundings, your nerves relaxing to see that no one else is around. Your eyes land back on his, and you watch as the corners of his mouth turn up into a grin, his body scooting closer to yours. âTell me something no one else knows about you.â You ask in a whisper, surprised at your bravery. He cocks his head to the side, his sandy blonde hair blowing in the breeze as he thinks on his answer. âIâd like to think Iâm a pretty open book, but I can understand how people might find me a little mysterious.â He pauses, glancing back at you. âWould you agree with that statement?â He questions you, and you feel heat rise in your cheeks. âIâd say so. I really donât know much about you, other than what youâve shared tonight. Iâve seen you in a couple Netflix films, but..â you can feel your speech quicken, trying to hide your lies. Youâve never been a good liar, and you were grateful for the darkness hiding your expression. Glen listens, continuing, âI guess Iâd say not a lot of people know how nervous I am, in nature. I probably come off confident but, I really can get in my own head. I step on set or any project for that matter, full of nerves. I have a whole routine for the night before big jobs that helps me refocus.â You study his face as he looks out over the pond in front of you. âThatâs actually really endearing. Thank you for sharing that with me. Everybody gets nervous. It just means you care.â You feel his hand ghost overtop yours on the seat before it rests in his lap. His eyes find yours again, his voice low. âThank you. Iâve really enjoyed talking with you tonight. It gets a little tiring talking with the same kinds of people all day.â You practically melt at his words, peering at him through your lashes. Every bone in your body wants to touch his face, to kiss his cheek. He was so handsome in this light, it was unfair. But instead, you fight the temptation by switching the cart back into reverse, the loud beeping breaking the moment. âItâs getting late, I donât want you to be tired tomorrow.â You smile softly at him, and Glen nods in agreement as he whips the cart back toward the cabins. âWhich one are you?â
He parks directly in front of your cabin, turning to hug you before sliding off the seat. âGlen, let me drop you off!â You call out to him. âNo way, I told you I can walk back.â You huff at him, swinging your lanyard in front of his face. âI will literally lose my job if anything happens between now and then.â Glen laughs as he concedes, jumping onto the back of the cart. âFine, take me back, driver. Celebrities, am I right? Such divas.â You giggle the entire short trip to his cabin. âI appreciate the sentiment, but thank you for letting me do my job.â You wink to him, watching as he bounds up the stairs to his front door. âGoodnight, Iâll see you tomorrow.â He waves sleepily to you before disappearing into his room.
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Hello Angel!!!
Perhaps Cowboy Sev breaking older Vi and Jinx out of jail. After so many years Sev would be so rusty that she needs reader to help too. Go wild with the shenanigans they get up too. Could bring back Silco and the boys to help legally maybe. Hilarious if somehow Vi got in trouble trying to impress Caitlyn and somehow managed to get Jinx involved. Also funny if Sev and reader meet Caitlyn as Viâa girlfriend during this break out HAHHAHA
Pls Iâm obsessed with cowboy Sevika HELP ME
Thank youuuuu
this is SOOOOOO cute such a good idea i'm crying.
men and minors dni
ten years into marriage, fifteen years into your relationship, eight years with the girls, five with them legally yours, and sevika finally retires.
there was no need for her to work at the ranch in the first place. the amount of loot she'd stolen and stored in your inn (both in your room hidden beneath the floorboards and in the rafters, and buried beneath your side garden) was enough to take care of you for ten lifetimes to come. but, sevika was used to spending her day on shimmer's back, and she needed something to do with her free time once she gave up her life of crime.
but now, things have changed. sevika's ready to settle down and spend her days in the inn with you. the girls are growing up, vi being sixteen and powder being twelve-- they'll be living their own lives soon, and sevika wants to be around to keep you company as you transition into empty nesters.
shimmer died last winter. the four of you spent her last days cuddled up beside her in the stable, feeding her sugar cubes by the handful, saying your final goodbyes to sev's trusty mare. she rests behind the side garden now, marked by a big stone vi and jinx engraved.
old man ernie died too, leaving his ranch to his son. when he took over, he offered to let sev keep her job, but she declined. she was ready to retire.
she's been adjusting to retired life really well.
she loves working behind the bar in the evening, chatting with locals who stop in for a drink and swapping stories with some of your shadier guests in the in.
she's gotten really into reading-- especially smutty paperback romances.
when she gets restless cooped up in the inn, you send her out to ride the new foal-- a sweet young horse the girls decided to name teddybear.
it's been great having sev around all the time. especially for your sex lives.
speaking of your sex lives, you and sevika have been having a particularly fun week. the girls took teddybear out on a trip to a town two days ride south. they're meeting up with mylo and claggor there to catch the traveling circus. and it's summer time, which is always your slow season, and as of two days ago-- you've got no guests. you and sevika have been having a fucking blast, fucking on any and every flat surface you can find. your legs have been like jelly all week long.
it's been paradise.
"what're you smilin' at?" sevika mumbles from her side of the bed. you grin, turning on your side to stare at your sleepy wife. it's the crack of dawn, not even the rooster is awake yet. just you and the crickets, singing through the open windows.
"you're awake." you say. sevika smiles.
"i am indeed. c'mon, what's got you smilin' all pretty, darlin'?" she asks again, yawning to punctuate her question.
you scooch forward to kiss her nose, and sevika grins, her eyes scrunching closed.
"what i've been smilin' at for the past fifteen years, baby." you say. sevika chuckles.
"havin' sweet dreams about me?"
"more like flashbacks to last night." you say, waggling youreyebrows salaciously. sevika laughs.
"mmm, knew we'd break the bedframe one'a these days." sevika says with a proud little smile. you giggle and sit up on your elbows to look over at the broken bedframe stacked against the wall beside where the two of you sleep-- on the mattress on the floor.
"shit, sev that was oak, can't believe you fucked me through oak." you laugh. sevika nods cockily.
"damn right i did." she says. you giggle and fall back down to bed, snuggling against her chest. "how're you feeling?" she asks.
you snort. "well, i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk straight for a few days, and i woke up giggling, so... i'm better than i've been since our honeymoon." you say.
sevika grins, her sweet little gap makes your heart melt, and she smacks your ass.
"fuck, i love you." she sighs. you giggle and kiss her neck.
"love you too."
you guys drift off to sleep in each other's arms.
an hour later, the rooster crows, and you both wake up smiling again.
"morning." sevika mumbles. you kiss her lips.
"morning."
"i'll fetch some fresh water if you start breakfast?" sevika offers.
"will you let the chickens out?" you ask. sevika nods.
"duh." she says. you grin.
"deal."
you guys move slowly, lazily rubbing your eyes and yawning as you wash your faces and brush your teeth, stretching and kissing between each article of clothing you pull over your naked bodies, luxuriating in the slow morning all to yourselves.
sevika laughs at the limp in your step, and you pinch the bruises you left on her shoulders in revenge.
you fry up some eggs and hashbowns, watching through the window over the stove as sevika pumps fresh water from the well, watering your garden, the chickens, and finally lugging two buckets inside for the two of you to share.
you guys eat breakfast on the front porch, cuddled together on the porch swing violet 'found' for the two of you a few years ago. (you're pretty sure she stole it off sheriff marcus' front porch, but violet hasn't admitted it yet, and the sheriff's still too scared of you and sev to say anything.)
"how do you think the girls're doin'?" you ask as you sip your coffee. sevika snorts.
"i knew you were gonna ask that." she teases. you roll you eyes and sevika leans over to press a kiss to your temple. "they're fine. you know they're fine." she says. you huff.
"i know, i just miss 'em." you say. sevika laughs.
"i do, too, darlin'." she says.
sevika leans in to kiss you, and you sigh against her, quickly melting against her lips. she licks against your lips and you hum, opening your mouth for her to slide her tongue into your mouth--
"ahem!" a voice calls.
you and sevika pull apart, necks snapping to the stairs in front of you where a teenage girl stands, blushing and rubbing the back of her neck.
sevika clears her throat in embarrassment. you giggle.
"how can we help you, honey?" you ask the girl. her eyes dart up to you, quickly shooting between you and sevika, back to you, and then sevika again.
"uh..." she chokes out. she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head, before taking a deep breath. "s-sorry to inturrupt ma'am, i just-- d-do you happen to know a mylo and claggor? or violet and jinx, percha-"
"oh fuck." sevika groans. the girl squeaks at the curse, and you chuckle. "what did those shits get themselves into now?" she asks.
she blinks. "uhm. jail, miss." she says.
you blink.
sevika's jaw drops.
the girl clears her throat. "a-about thirty miles south of here in a small town call--"
"what did they do?" sevika groans. "i trained them for every scenario, how the fuck did they get caught?!" she whines.
you blink again, spots in your vision popping up.
"uh... they shot the sheriff?" she says.
you gasp.
sevika laughs.
"shit." she says, somewhat impressed. "on purpose?" she asks, her eyebrow raising.
you feel lightheaded.
"n-no ma'am. accident. he's still alive-- but he's sentenced them to hang at the end of the week..."
that's the last thing you hear before you black out.
you wake up in bed, sevika nervously hovering over you, pressing a wet cloth to your forehead.
"wha--"
"you passed out."
"jinx and vi--" you snap up in bed, scrambling to your feet. sevika's beside you in an instant, steadying you as you're knees threaten to give out beneath you.
"it's oka--"
"sevika don't you dare say 'it's okay' to me right now!" you snap. she shuts her mouth.
footsteps start up the steps, and you look over your shoulder, where the teenager from before appears, a fresh bucket of water in her hands.
she freezes at the top of the steps, taking in the tense environment she walked in, then turning red as a tomato when she tries to avert her eyes from you and sevika, and makes direct eyecontact with the broken bedframe behind the two of you.
you would laugh at the poor, flustered girl. now though, she just reminds you a bit of the first time violet saw you and sev kiss, and that just makes you want to vomit.
"caitlyn, here," sevika starts in an irritatingly annoying voice, "was hanging out with the kids at the circus, right cait?" sevika asks. caitlyn nods.
"i live in town." she explains.
"and when they got arrested, cait was the only one who got away. violet told her to come get us, right cait?" sevika asks again. caitlyn clears her throat.
"i rode through the night. i also sent a telegraph to a mr. silco?" she says. you blink.
"right. and we're all gonna meet in town, and we're gonna figure something out, okay baby?" she asks. you gulp.
"sevika--"
"honey, i'm not gonna let anyone put a damn finger on our kids." she says firmly. you look away from the teenager to take in the steely sincerity of your wife's eyes, and you gulp. she gently reaches up to cup your face. "c'mon, have a little faith in me, darlin'" she coos, melting into a soft smile. you sigh shakily. "i'm the fuckin' weary woman of the west-- what's a little jailbreak, huh?"
you take a deep breath and lean forward to press your forehead against hers.
"we're gonna need a few horses." you say. sevika grins.
"i'm way ahead of you." she says.
grayson was happy to lend you two horses and buggies, almost crying at the thought of the girls in trouble. she promised to come over every day to care for your chickens and garden while you were away, and you thanked her profusely before riding the animals home faster than you've ever ridden-- anxious to get back.
when you arrive, it's to caitlyn and sevika waist deep in the dirt behind your garden, a few yards away from where shimmer lays. for the first time since caitlyn's arrived, you laugh.
sevika's pulls a crate out of the ground prying it open with a crowbar. as she opens the crate, she reveals dozens of sticks of dynamite, and she grins up at you with a proud smile. you giggle, and roll your eyes. caitlyn shoots out of the hole, terrified by the explosives.
"i'm gonna pack up some food for the trip." you nod to your house. "come help me kid." you say. the girl nods eagerly, sprinting away from the dynamite. sevika laughs.
you guys pack quickly, visiting the cellar for cans of food, gathering the essentials for travel, a couple blankets and quilts, a pack of matches, canteens and jugs of water. while you're folding some clothes, both for you and sevika as well as jinx and powder, you break down into tears.
caitlyn flounders around you for a few seconds, and you try desperately to collect yourself, but you can't quite manage.
the girl gently, awkwardly pats your shoulder.
you turn around and hug her impossibly close to your chest. she squeaks.
"fuck. shit." you cry. you take a few deep breaths, squeezing the girl in your arms, before letting her go. "sorry." you say, dropping your hands at your sides. "thank you." you sob. "for coming to get us."
caitlyn blinks, then wraps her arms around you, pulling you toward her this time. you giggle through your laughs against her shoulder and she gently rubs your back.
"violet told me you'd freak out." she says... "you remind me of my mom."
"oh, fuck, do your parents know where you are?" you gasp, pulling away. caitlyn laughs.
"yes." she says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she sighs. "okay, no. but they think i'm safe, at the circus, they won't be looking for me for a while." she swears.
"you stupid fucking kids." you groan.
you leave town at noon, and ride until midnight. the trip is solemn, nobody tries to talk much.
sevika's got this look in her eye, something you haven't seen in a long time. she's up to something-- something more than her usual mischievous pranks and jokes. the gears in her head are grinding, you can practically see her run scenarios and outcomes back and forth through her mind's eye.
it's a little scary-- you forgot how focused and intense she gets when she's plotting something. it's mostly hot though.
but you can't really say that-- not with caitlyn lurking. still, sevika catches your eye a couple of times and smirks, like she knows just how hot she looks as she rides beside you.
caitlyn's a good navigator-- apparently she's a junior guide up and down the river, so she knows the route to town like the back of her hand. she gets you around mountains, avoids most hills, and knows the best spots to stop for when the horses need to rest. sevika's impressed. the two of them chat over the campfire about the surrounding areas, comparing notes and shortcuts they've learned over in their travels. it's so cute it breaks your heart.
it's a dry, warm night, so you sleep beneath the stars.
you don't sleep.
sevika doesn't sleep.
you just stare at the sky while caitlyn and the horses rest.
at one point, sevika reaches over and grabs your hand. "it's gonna be fine." she says. tears well up in your eyes.
"i love you so much." you say. sevika squeezes your hand so hard it's painful, and she replies shakily.
"i love you too darlin'."
it's silent long enough for you to think sevika's fallen asleep, but then she speaks again. "betcha five bucks caitlyn's vi's girlfriend."
you burst into laughter, smacking your hand over your mouth as you laugh. caitlyn stirs beside you, and you can feel sevika's silent, mischievous laughter beside you. you nudge her with your elbow.
when you catch your breath, and caitlyn's snoring returns, you whisper to your wife. "you have way too much faith in your daughter."
she snorts.
you get to town by noon, and sevika sets you and caitlyn up in a the saloon that was the address caitlyn had telegraphed to vander and silco. she takes off to scope out the police station.
it's a pretty gritty place, and you look around it with a raised eyebrow, then look down at caitlyn. she's sitting with perfect posture, dusting off her tailored riding coat.
"you hang out in this saloon?" you ask. she blinks up at you and then sighs.
"well, no... but it's where all the shootouts in town happen!" she says. "it felt... good for planning a crime?" she tries. you laugh.
"sevika's gonna love this." you say. she grins. "what do your parents do?" you ask. caitlyn gulps.
"uh... oil?" she says.
you burst out into laughter.
"shit you're an heiress?" you ask. she nods. you shake your head. "no way vi's bagged you yet." you mumble. caitlyn blushes bright red and clears her throat.
sevika comes back before sunset, sitting beside you at the table and scrawling away in her notebook little sketches of the prison, mumbling to herself, occasionally looking up to ask caitlyn questions.
surprisingly, cait seemed to know a lot.
"do you know which cell they're in?"
"the one on the far end here." caitlyn says, circling a part of sevika's diagram.
"and who else is being held right now?"
"nobody. the sheriff's been itching for some action."
"how do you know all of this?" you ask. caitlyn blushes.
"it's good to stay up to date on local going ons." she says. you chuckle.
she's a dork, you think fondly. she's perfect for violet.
sevika returns to her drawings and you decide it's time to interrogate your daughter's possible future girlfriend.
"how exactly did the kids shoot the sheriff?" you ask. caitlyn blushes bright red, and you raise your eyebrow.
"uh. well..."
sevika looks up from her notebook, intrigued.
caitlyn gulps, then looks away. "it might've been me." she whispers.
your eyes widen.
"what?" sevika asks.
caitlyn blinks, then speaks so fast it's almost impossible to make out. "violet was showing off all the cool things she could do, and i had packed my gun to bring to the circus because they've got contests for clay duck shooting and you can win twenty bucks if you make it to the tournement and i'm a really good shot--" she sucks in a breath, tears bubbling up in her eyes "so i wanted to show off my shooting skills and vi told me to shoot the big roasted hog in the food tent and i did right through the eyes! but i didn't see the sheriff on the other side of the pig getting himself a serving, so the bullet went straight through his shoulder." she finishes, gasping for another breath.
"how did--"
"and before i could even do anything violet was already taking the gun from my hands and telling me to run and i'm so sorry--" she starts to sob.
"shit, relax, kid, it's okay." sevika says, reaching out to pat caitlyn's back. you smile. "it's fine, we're not mad." sevika says. caitlyn gasps, her eyes shooting up between you and sevika.
"you're not?" she asks. you shake your head no. "o-oh." she whispers, wiping her eyes. you ruffle her hair.
silco and vander arrive quickly after. they took the train, and they clearly left the moment they got the message-- wearing day old wrinkled clothes, no luggage, just pistols tucked in every pocket on their bodies.
silco's greeting is a gaurentee that he's going to kill the kids before the sheriff can, and vander's apologetic assurances that his husband is only joking. silco's appearance seems to ease something in sevika, and the two of them quickly fall into a hushed conversation as sevika discusses her plan with silco. caitlyn's right beside them, a little furrow in her brow as she absorbs their hushed discussions.
vander, cordial as ever, gives you a hug and presses a solid kiss to your scalp.
"how're you holding up?" he asks.
"better now that you're here." you respond. he laughs.
"can i be honest?" he mumbles. you nod. "silco's not gonna get the chance to kill the kids, i'll have already fucking done it." he whispers. you laugh. "we're not young and spry like you and sev-- we both nearly had heart attacks when we got your message." he groans. you rub his shoulder as you laugh.
"you wanna hear somethin' that'll make you laugh?" you ask. he nods.
"violet's got a crush on the girl here." you say. vander raises his eyebrow, looking over at caitlyn, who's absorbed by the diagram of the prison, pointing and mumbling to an interested and engaged silco and sevika. "an oil heiress." you say. vander chuckles.
"huh. well are the feelings mutual?" he asks. you laugh.
"they better be. violet got all our fuckin' kids arrested for her ass." you whisper. vander groans and rolls his eyes, grabbing his chest.
"oh, don't tell me these things." he begs. you laugh.
"you're lucky you don't have girls." you say.
you wait until midnight to start your plan.
you split up into three groups.
silco and vander are the horsemen, both of grayson's and cait's, plus teddybear, who they found outside the jail, wrangled up and tied to the two carts-- ready to get out of town fast once you break the kids out.
sevika's on explosives, obviously.
you and caitlyn have to find a way to communicate with the kids.
you're helping wrap a bandanna around the lower half of caitlyn's face, tugging an old hat low on her face to disguise her as best as possible. she grunts and squirms.
"quit movin'. you're a fuckin heiress, everyone knows your face. you can't be seen breakin' kids outta prison." you say. she sighs.
"fine." she grunts as you wrap a scarf over her neck.
"okay." you whisper, satisfied now that she's bundled enough to be indistinguishable. "show me this window."
caitlyn guides you around the back of the jail building, and quietly points up to a cell window about fifteen feet off the ground, iron barred.
"take the beef jerkey." you say, shoving the paper package in her hand. she pockets it, and then you crouch. "stand on my shoulders." you say. she nods, clambering on top of you.
once she's steady, you groan as you stand to your full height. with caitlyn on your shoulders, she can peek through the window.
the window, apparently, sits above the sheriff's desk-- likely where he's in a whiskey induced coma now-- sleeping away the pain of his shoulder. oppisite his desk, are the iron bars holding your children.
the sheriff's got a dog, hence the beef jerkey.
caitlyn whistles into the window. you cringe.
the sheriff snores, and the dog whines. you can make out the plop of a piece of jerkey, and then caitlyn's whispered, "hi doggie!"
you bite back your smile, and almost collapse when you hear jinx's voice.
"oh for fuck's sake-- violet!" she whispers."your stupid fucking girlfriend's here!"
you grin, tears welling in your eyes at the sound of your kid.
"caitlyn!" violet exclaims. you take a shaky breath.
"we're blowing the back wall down." caitlyn whispers. "you need to shelter on this end."
there's some shuffling as the kids wake up and run over to the oppisite wall, and you grin at the pitter patter.
the sheriff gasps, and you freeze. caitlyn bites squeaks.
and then he's back to snoring. you sigh shakily and squeeze caitlyn's ankles.
"stay there. we'll see you on the other side." she whispers, then she jumps down from your shoulders.
the two of you take off for the oppisite side of the building where sevika's waiting for the two of you.
she grabs your hand as she lights the line to the dynamite. you hold your breath. the line sizzles, sizzles, sizzles, quickly reaching the sticks at the base of the wall, until it... fizzles out.
sevika holds her breath. you hold your breath. caitlyn gasps, "oh fuck-- what do we do no--"
she's cut off by a BOOM!
the ground shakes, dust goes flying, and the wall comes tumbling down.
as the dust clears, a small fire illuminating the inside of the cell, you grin as the kids start hooting and hollaring in amazement.
"THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!" jinx and claggor shout at the same time as they all come sprinting out of the cell.
sevika snorts, then smacks them both upside the head.
"fuckin' stealth mission, assholes!" she whisper-scolds. mylo cackles.
"sorry sevika, but the stealth went out the window with that wall!" he laughs. sevika snorts and wraps all three of them up in her strong arms.
beside you, violet gasps, tears streaming down her eyes as she reaches up to pull caitlyn's bandana away.
"you came back." she whispers dramatically. you roll your eyes at the pure corniness, and then melt at the sweet sight of caitlyn darting forward and pressing her lips against your daughter's.
it's clumsy and quick, and they're both pull away bright red and gasping. you quickly look away when violet's eyes dart toward you, pretending like you weren't looking.
it doesn't seem to matter though, because next thing you know you have an armful of violet, sobbing into your shoulder. you squeeze her tight against your chest, and press a kiss against her head.
"you're in so much fucking trouble." you whisper against her hair. she giggles between her sobs.
"i knew you'd come." she whispers. you laugh.
"duh, dumbass. we need someone to take care of the chickens every day." you say. she cackles.
a gunshot rings out, and you all jump, turning around to face the now- open cell.
the sheriff stand sin the debris, a shard of wood speared through his unshot arm, his gun held weakly in his hand at his waist.
you push violet and caitlyn away to run grabbing their hands as you sprint down the street. beside you, sevika's got mylo under her arm, and calggor's got jinx on his back as they sprint, screaming and laughing down main street.
as the sheriff chases after you, unloading his gun at you, a bullet grazes violet's arm. she gasps in pain, and you gasp in horror, and before you know what's happening you're spinning on your heel and stopping dead in your tracks, reaching for the pistol you'd tucked into your waistband this morning.
you take a deep breath, and close one eye. lining your barrel up with the sheriff's bald, sweaty face.
he gets closer. he gets closer. sevika notices you're missing behind you, screaming your name, and the sheriff's right in front of you.
you shoot, and he crumbles to the ground.
it's quiet, and then your ears start ringing, and then, as the music fades, the sound of jinx's celebratory hoots fill your ears. you grin and turn back around, jogging to catch up to your family where everyone besides jinx (whose dancing in celebration at your shot) is frozen in place and gawking at you.
you smack sevika's ass as you pass her, grabbing jinx's wrist as you continue down main street, toward where silco and vander were waiting.
"c'mon y'all, someone's gonna check in on all this commotion soon!" you call over your shoulder.
shocked laughs fill the dusty main street as you and your family flee.
the ride back to your inn is mostly spent in long lectures, hilarious re-tellings of the kids' experience in jail, and tears and kisses being pressed to cringing children's heads.
but when you get back home to your inn, on your turf, all the anxiety and stress from the journey wear off, and you can finally relax.
you set up vander and silco and the boys in three rooms. violet eagerly volunteers to host caitlyn in her room, which makes you all laugh, (jinx groans in disgust) and you allow it.
and then, after scrubbing down with a washcloth, you fall crawl into the mattress on the floor beside sevika.
she's been snoring since you got back. she woke up for dinner, then fell back asleep after. but the second your weight hits the bed, she's blinking open, a smile on her face. you snort at her.
"what's that look for?" you ask.
"y'know that was the hottest thing i've ever fuckin' seen?" she whispers. you laugh.
"oh yeah?" you ask. she nods.
"didn't think you had it in you." she says, smirking. you just shrug and wink at her.
"you woulda done it anyways, i saw that look in your eye." you say. she grins and nods.
"yeah, but i didn't even have to try. my fuckin' outlaw wife killed the sheriff for me." she says, a blush working up her cheeks. you grin.
"now you know how it feels." you say. she laughs and you dart forward to kiss her forehead.
"i love you." she whispers. "i'm gonna fuck you through the floor tomorrow morning." she mumbles as she drifts off to sleep. you laugh.
"not happenin' babe." you say, kissing her forehead. "the kids are underneath us."
sevika groans. "those stupid fuckers."
you laugh and kiss her again. "i love you, sev."
"you owe me five bucks." she says.
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A Health to the Company
A little follow-up on our pwotr pals discord RP. Many many thanks to @yunessa for the idea, it was super fun and helped me out of the blues.
cw: Act IV spoilers, alcohol use, angst
For context. A spatio-temporal anomaly at the Bad Luck Tavern resulted in a paradoxical meeting of a handful of Knight-Commanders from different timelines: Siavash, Yunessa (@yunessa), Katya (@three-of-crows) , Lenarius/Leonosa (@undyingembers), Raphaël (@jean-dieu)
Theoven (@offsidekineticist), Kadira (@spyridonya), and Minovae (@silversiren1101).
They gossiped about their companions, shared their hopes and fearsâalthough mostly their angst as this period of exile in the Abyss is a low point in their careersâand bonded (and argued) over a fewâor a few too manyâbeers.
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âSeelah!â Itâs meant to be a whisper. âHey Seelah, wake up.â
âHunh? Whatâs happening?â The paladin sits bolt upright in her bedroll and gropes about for Radiance.
âNo no no, sh, itâs just me,â Siavash laughs, stumbling into a squat next to her, even in this position somehow managing to sway on his feet. âIâm uh. I could use your help.â
âHave you been drinking?â
âIâm fine.â
âYeah⊠I can see that. Smell that.â
âYou wonât believe who I met at the Bad Luck. It was some kind of tempâtemporal thing. They were all there. They were all different! And the same!â
âHold on. Justâsit down, will you?â
âThanks, yeah.â He plops down heavily.
âDespite what you might think, this is not what the Inheritor lends me her power for.â
âYes it is.â
She rolls her eyes heavenward.
He reaches out to cling to her sleeve, eyes swimming with sincerity. âBecause you have a good heart. And Iomedae says to follow your heart. And your heart says you need to hit me up with some restoration before Wolââ
Too late.
âWhatcha doinâ chief?â
âIâm fine.â
The tiefling stands over them, tail twitching. Somehow, half the camp is awake now even though Siavash swears he was quiet as a mouse when he crept back into the Nexus.
He is formulating his act of contrition as his eyes travel up but heâs suddenly distracted by how cute Woljif looks in his nightshirt and forgets what he was going to say. And then Seelahâs spell takes effect and itâs like letting all the warm bathwater drain out of his mind, leaving him heavy and shivering on the cold floor of the Nexus mine.
âI thought we were on the same sleep rotation,â says Woljif.
âWe are. I just went out for a bit.â Siavash uses Seelahâs shoulder to get to his feet, giving it a squeeze of thanks as he goes to wash up. A few minutes later heâs scooting his bedroll alongside Woljifâs and when he closes his eyes the floor is blessedly stationary. Again he begins formulating his apology. âI just needed some time to think. I mean, a distraction. I do my best thinking when I donât think.â
As usual, Woljifâs mind is already ten paces ahead. Heâs figured out what happened, weighed the risks considering the recent Battlebliss incident, repressed any uncomfortable memories pertaining to alcohol and Gran, and debated whether and how to scold him. âIt ainât safe. Next time take somebody with who wonât hassle you. Take Regill, he wonât talk to you.â
âOh, yes he will,â Siavash says with feeling.
âOr me. I can keep my trap shut.â
âI donât mind you.â His heart aches but he canât tell him he and his shadow are the principal reason he needed the break. Before Woljif can wonder aloud why he didnât invite him along in the first place, Siavash brushes his cheek with his knuckles and speaks low in his ear, just under his horn. âHow are you holding up? Really?â
âI thought Kenabres was bad, and then I saw the Worldwound, and I thought that was bad, and now this. I think my nightmares are gonna start havinâ nightmares.â Woljif sighs, then adds in a tender, embarrassed whisper, âBut havinâ you around takes the edge off.â
âSame.â Siavash kisses his shoulder. âI wonât duck out again, I promise.â Even as the words leave his lips he winces at echoes of the same words, uttered too many times in the past, and hastily adds, âI mean it.â
Woljifâs eyes look almost green in the pale light, wide open and searching the vault of the mine far above. âSâaright. You do what you gotta do, chief. Always works out in the end. Or, usually I guess.â
âThanks for trusting me,â he murmurs, already drifting. He closes his eyes, never noticing the inky pool of darkness that settles between them.
Woljif lies utterly still until he hears the breathing at his side ease into a low rhythm. At last he relaxes just enough to allow his tail to swish beneath the blankets. He clasps his hands on his chest as if heâs praying, or dead, and stares up into the darkness knowing he wonât be getting back to sleep tonight. Waiting and dreading⊠and presently, like clockwork, it begins: a velvety hiss in his right ear, making him scrunch up his shoulders:
Trust no one but yourself.
A thousand thoughts crowd in in answer: but I want to â but I love him â but heâll live up to it this time â but I donât want to be alone.
Youâre not alone. Iâm here. And I wonât hurt you like everyone else has.
What are you, anyway?
Your shadow.
With a fingernail he taps the gem in the Moon of the Abyss where itâs lodged in the dip in his collarbone. You in here?
It hesitates. Iâm part of you.
And thatâs how come youâre lookinâ out for me huh? Vested interest?
Correct. Thatâs why you can trust me: I am you.
Thatâs a little creepy.
Next to him, Siavash sighs through his nose and shifts. Impulsively Woljif starts to reach over just so his fingertips can steal a little warmth from his skin, but as his hand passes through the shadow it feels cold and he pulls it back and tucks it into his own armpit instead.
I am part of you, and youâve come home to me.
The Abyss? That what you mean by home?
Home and family. Your legacy, if you have the courage to take what is yours.
Really? Whatâs mine? Quit talkinâ in riddles and gimme some numbers.
The mansion in the rich quarter I pointed out to you, and everything it contains, and everything it represents.
But I wantâthatâs not all I want.
He glances over. In the dying firelight all he sees of Siavash is the faint orange outline of his mussed hair and half-elven ear and it feels like if he reached over to touch him, it would turn out to be a mirage and his hand would pass through thin air.
Get used to disappointment. You should have, by now.
But I wantâ
Forget him. Youâll have to someday anyway. Might as well start now.
I donât want to! Why canât I have it all? How come just âcause Iâm a tiefling I always gotta go hungry?
Oh, stop whining. Yes, youâre a tiefling! Seize the Abyss within you and use it like you use magicâshape it to your own design, dominate it, direct it against your enemies and fill yourself with its power so that you become smoke and shadow, elusive and free. Reach out with both hands! Take what is yours, by right or not!
Whoa, whoa, waxinâ a touch demonic there, ainât we?
I am part of you. I am the Abyss.
Woljif shudders and pulls the blankets up to his chin.
Use me. Thatâs the only way for someone like you to take what you are owed.
Someone like me.
He grits his teeth as it starts: the prickling under his collarbone where the necklace rests, rivulets of icy blue fire streaming down his arms to his fingertips, sizzling in his hands, boiling in his guts, making his hair stand on end, making him want to jump up and let loose: power.
His thrashing must have disturbed Siavashâs slumber, because he feels an arm tossed across his hitching ribs. Its warm weight soothes the energy crawling under his skin and forces him to breathe steadily.
Woljif clings to the arm and presses it harder to his chest.
I want it to be real.
Only power is real.
I want someone to really think Iâm⊠important.
Come to me. Iâll give you something real you can hold in your hands. Something yours and no one elseâs, that you are free to use as you see fit. Then youâll be important.
The firelight dies. He can no longer make out even a dim silhouette by his side in the darkness; itâs as if heâs alone in this lifeless, cavernous Abyssal mine and if he reaches out no one will be there but his shadow, seething around him, keeping him safeâand keeping everyone away.
Maybe the Abyss is the only home someone like him can hope for.
Even before he opens his eyes Siavash reaches out for the warm body next to him and his palm slaps on cold, flat stone instead. Heâs alone, heâs still in the Abyss, and heâs hung over. A dull hammer thuds behind his eyeballs. Seelahâs restoration took care of most of the consequences of his actions, but not allâprobably by the paladinâs design.
Hesitantly he opens one eye and then the other, and is grateful to find that Woljif hasnât disappeared after all. Heâs kneeling over him, carefully draping a cool cloth across his forehead. âYâaright there, chief?â
Siavashâs eyes widen as he turns to stare at him. âI had the strangest dream.â
He canât tell anyone. Theyâll all think heâs cracked once and for all. Other Knight-Commanders from different timelines? Imaginary friends?
Why does that remind him of Regill?
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Guilty pleasures: Chapter 4
pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
summary: Tommy mentions the reason why Joel refuses to celebrate his birthday. A fight breaks into the bar, and Joel's reaction to seeing you hurt awakens something in both of you.
word count: 6k
warnings: mentions of injury, alcohol. tension my belovedddđ
A/N: this chapter kicked my ass oh god. it was much better in my head lmao but I hope it's as good as I want it to be.
AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!
gif: @iero
series masterlist | AO3
AUGUST
âAgain.â
Your voice is decisive and even a little harsh, but you know that Ellieâs more than capable of handling it. Poor girlâs had a handful thrown at her, and after traveling with Joel for over two years, you had no doubt that the girl was a tough cookie.
âIâm telling you, this thingâs rigged,â Ellie sighs.
You watch closely her hand on the trigger, noticing sheâs squeezing harder than she should. Instantly, you reach around her and take the shotgun from her. Unable to look away, Ellie watches you lean over the rock, your hands steady and eyes locked on the practice target in the distance. Within the next second, you shoot it right in the center.
âSon of a bitch!â Ellie scoffs.
You chuckle, returning her look. âSee? Itâs fine.â
âWell youâre used to handling big guns! What is it with you and big guns, by the way?â
You falter, simply observing her; then, as you shrug, you notice from the corner of your eye a silhouette approaching.
Unmistakable, broad and about to get on your nerves.
But you choose to ignore it for the time being.
âHavinâ fun?â
Ellie gets up from the ground and starts telling Joel how youâve been teaching her how to use a shotgun, how you shared tattoo wisdom and how cool you are. Joel listens, nods along, stealing the occasional glance at you.
You notice how displeased he looks. You know he hates how close youâve gotten with Ellie over the past few weeks. Although maybe hate is too strong of a word; heâs still being cautious about you lurking around Ellie for reasons you have not been told.
Reasons you figured all on your own and kept to yourself out of respect.
So you know that your spending time with Ellie isnât to Joelâs liking, but youâve grown fond of her.
âI still think that thingâs rigged so I canât shoot with it,â Ellie points at your shotgun and at you, respectively.
Joel cocks an eyebrow at you, and your breathing becomes inexistent as you exchange yet another hungry gaze.
While youâve gotten closer with Ellie in the past month, youâve grown more distant from Joel. The tension between you two boiled at perilous levels, especially after that evening on your porch. That unprompted kiss, birthed from some manic desire that needed to be sated, remained an unspoken secret between you, nothing more but a mistake done in the heat of the moment.
Every time you see Joel though, every time your eyes meet, you are reminded of that kiss and how much of you it consumed.
âRigged, you say?â Joel asks, extending his hand so that you hand him the shotgun.
Almost like heâs expecting you to follow his lead without much argument.
Weirdly though, you do. You hand him the shotgun, watching nearly breathless as he steadies himself in the right position on the rock, eyeing the practice target.
âYou squeeze the trigger like you love it,â Joel tells Ellie.
âHmm.â
âGentle, steady, nice and slow.â
âAre you gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?â
Joel makes a face at Ellie, then steals another quick glance at you. Only this time, Ellie takes notice of it too, much to your dismay.
âCould you not look at me when she says that?â you frown.
âI didnât,â Joel retorts.
âYou did,â Ellie adds.
âAt least buy me a drink before, damn, Miller.â
Joel goes back to what he was doing prior. He replies with stoic silence, unable to come up with a good reply. So he points the shotgun right at the target practice and fires without hesitation.
He too shoots it right in the middle.
âYou dick!â Ellie shouts, and you stifle a chuckle.
âTold you,â you tell her rather smugly. âYou just gotta work on your aim. You nearly shot me in the head twice, and thatâs just today. Iâm starting to think this is personal.â
Joel lowers his head, stifling a chuckle. Itâs brief, barely existent, and yet he feels its existence warming up his chest. The moment he wipes it off of his face, though, he feels empty again. As surprising as it may have felt to laugh at something you said, the second it was gone, he missed it.
Shit. He actually enjoyed that?
âListen,â Joel mutters to you, grabbing hold of your arm as Ellie walks in front of you, âthis thing with you and Ellie, Iâm not a fan.â
âQuelle surprise.â
âBut she seems to like you. For whatever reason.â
You donât break the touch though; youâre not really sure why. It just feels⊠nice. His calloused hands wrapped around your arm, barely applying any pressure, just enough to make you pay attention to him, itâsânot bad.
You swallow your pride and bite your tongue though, all in order to reassure him. You know a concerned paternal figure when you see one.
âI told you before, I have no intention of hurting Ellie in any way,â you whisper, now inching close to his face. âI like her.â
Thatâs when Joel lets go of your arm, but his eyes drop to your lips and just like that, heâs transported back to the night he hastily kissed you. He reminisces of your scent, something odd yet specific, a mixture of salt, lotion and summer. He reminisces of how it felt to press his lips against yours, to have you open your mouth to welcome his, almost too eagerly and desperately, and his knees nearly give out on the spot.
âBut if you wanna take over and teach her how to shoot, you should get to,â you tell him, being the first to back away. âYouâre herâprotector.â
Joel gulps, closely watching your figure. It feels like you are both too close and yet too far, and he knows that letting you in, allowing him to consume his thoughts and emotions, it will only bring more pain in the end.
âWhat are you guys doing? Câmon!â Ellie shouts.
No glances are exchanged afterwards. You walk silently into the town, and you make sure to stay well behind Joel and Ellie. The occasional smile appears on your face when you see Ellie excitedly telling Joel about her day and the things that she wants to do. The same smile that vanishes mere seconds later, being replaced by melancholy.
You realize you barely remember your own father anymore. Heâs a faint figure at the back of your mind, someone you used to know who was gone too soon. And then you smile again, gathering that Joel is enjoying those moments as much as Ellie is.
As you watch them interacting, quickly forgetting you as they mind their own way, you come to appreciate that Joel is far from being cruel as you once thought. Heâs still got kindness left in him, still doing things from the goodness of his heart.
Which begs the question: what happened to Joel Miller? What did the outbreak take from him that left such deep marks on him, causing him to hate the world and everyone in it?
Almost everyone.
You theorize whatever you can, but never pose any questions. Itâs none of your business. Curiosity strikes you, sure, but thereâs nothing else to it. You and Joel are⊠complicated. Best if you keep your distance from each other, especially after that unwanted moment.
Thereâs a sudden tug at the hem of your shorts. When you look down, you notice a little girl staring up at you. Her eyes are big and green, hair the color of caramel chocolate, and your heart drops. The resemblance is striking; you canât get over it. If you were to believe that you could be haunted by your past⊠this is all the proof you need.
âOur ball fell on your porch,â she says while you stare at her, completely dumbstruck. âCan you give it back to us?â
Slowly, you come to your senses and realize the girl is with a group of friends who all stare expectantly at you. You blink several times to wake yourself up and nod rather flustered.
âWhy didnât you take it yourself?â you kindly ask the girl.
âMy mom says itâs polite to ask first.â
You smile as you hand her the ball. âWhatâs your name?â
âMaya.â
You suck in a deep breath, eyes getting teary within a split second. Mouth ajar, you can only stare at her, your hands frozen on the ball.
But you donât want to scare her, especially since youâre carrying a shotgun on your back and a knife in your thigh holster, nor do you want a panic attack to overwhelm you at this very moment.
Instead, you hand her the ball and smile widely at her. âItâs aâvery beautiful name,â you tell her.
âWhatâs yours?â
You give her yours and she compliments it as well. The tears are blurring your vision at this point, but you fight them relentlessly. That is, until a woman stands next to Maya, eyeing you, and then her.
âMaya, sweetie, itâs dinner time,â she says.
âCan I play five more minutes?â
âOnly five more minutes. But not any more, okay?â
âOkay.â
Maya sulks, and your smile widens. You blink again, making sure you keep your tears under controlâas much as you can, at least. Then, an idea strikes you.
âOh hey, do you like stuffed animals?â
Maya turns towards you, nodding frantically as she stares with those innocent wide eyes that simply make you melt.
âI might have something for you,â you say. âIf thatâs okay.â
You address her presumed mother this time, and she nods as well. You rush inside your house, opening a forgotten box at the back of your wardrobe. The moment you hold the rabbit plushie in your hands, a wave of sadness washes over you. The years clearly got to it, but thatâs mostly because you havenât had the guts to clean it properly. You let it catch dust and fade away, like the memories locked with it.
âThis was my sisterâs,â you tell Maya as you hand her the plushie. âShe carried it with her everywhere when she was little. A little during teenage years too. Her name was Maya. Like yours. Itâs a bit old, but nothing a good wash wonât erase.â
âHeâs so cute! Can I name him?â
âYou can name him whatever you want. Heâs yours now.â
âThank you, thank you!â
As Maya hugs your legsâat her height, itâs all she can manageâher mother looks at you, a heartfelt expression residing on her face.
âAre you sure?â she asks you.
You nod. âA kid should have it.â
âThank you,â she smiles and touches your arm.
You watch them walk away, and finally you allow yourself a momentâs rest; you close your eyes, and the tears come pouring down your cheeks without you even trying to make it happen. You let them stain your face, you let the grief make its way from the box youâve buried it inside your heart.
With one deep inhale, you open your eyes, face to face with Joel again. Youâre very much aware of how disheveled you look now, as opposed to half an hour ago, but you couldnât care less.
âDonât,â you warn him, though your warning is as soft and raw as youâre feeling right now.
âWasnât gonna say anything.â
âThat was very kind of you,â you hear Tommyâs voice, and later noticing his silhouette in your vicinity as well.
âA kid should have toys.â
âWhose was it?â
Joelâs tone is calm and understanding as opposed to all the other times the two of you have interacted. Perhaps thatâs why it tightens your chest further, building towards your anger a little more.
âJustânot today, okay?â you nearly snap at him. âIâm really not in the mood for some typical Miller crap. No offense to you, Tommy, I actually like you.â
Tommy makes a flattered and impressed face. âHear that?â he tells his brother. âIâm good.â
âI was gonna say somethinâ nice but I see this ainât the audience for that.â
With that, Joel simply walks away, leaving a dumbfounded Tommy and a hurt you behind like there was nothing to it.
âWhatâs with him?â you ask Tommy. âHeâs a bit snappier than usual.â
You watch as Tommy stares you down, inhaling and exhaling slowly in a well-rehearsed manner before he replies, âHe always gets like this before his birthday.â
âHis birthdayâs coming up?â
âEnd of September.â
Youâre surprised at the information. You wouldnât expect someone like Joel Miller to care so much about a silly birthday, much less during such dangerous and cruel times. Questions begin to swim inside your mind once more, begging to be answered.
âI donât suppose it has anything to do with growing older,â you say, to which Tommy shakes his head in denial almost instantly.
âNo.â
When you fail to ask the next logical question, Tommy gulps, unsure if he should answer at all. Itâs a family matter. After all, itâs a loss for Tommy too, and it weighs heavily on himâalbeit not as cruelly as it weighs on Joel.
âSeptember 26th,â he commences, voice grave and low. âThe day of the outbreak, on his birthday⊠his daughter Sarah died. She was shot. Stupidest damn thing.â
Your face drops, as does your heart. Truthfully, you figured it was something along those lines, and yet somehow, when faced with the truth, you still take it much harder than you wouldâve anticipated.
âFuck,â you murmur, taken aback. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs been twenty years, but I wouldnât bring up her name if I were you. I donât. Joel never recovered.â
Perfectly understandable, you think.
Your mother used to tell you that there was no pain greater than the one of losing your child. The way she said it, guttural and barely breathed, made you understand how heartbreaking it must be. You prayed youâd never have to find out.
So you can only try to imagine what Joel must feel like at all times. It almost makes up for all the times you two have argued and all the times Joel left abruptly, avoiding all eye contact, as well as physical.
Of course he wouldnât want to be close with anyone. Getting close meant caring, and caring, love, it meant one thing in the end: pain.
âI guess that explains him for the most part,â you murmur, still processing.
âHe means well,â Tommy explains. âAt least I hope he does. Heâs just⊠not crazy about others in his business.â
âUnderstandable. So I guess⊠he wouldnât be a fan of, say⊠having a drink with one of his least favorite people? Yâknow, when his birthday comes?â
The way Tommy stares at you, in a concoction of curiosity and giggles, makes your stomach twist and turn. You expect additional questions but you dread them tremendously. Although you suppose your rivalry with Joel wouldnât be totally lost on his little brother.
âSee, I donât get the two of yâall,â he says, arms crossed at his chest and his interest peaked to the max. âYou almost always argue, and now you wanna have a drink with him?â
He looks downright amused, and that, in return, upsets you. âIâm just trying to do something nice,â you reply. âCall it pity, being kind-hearted, whatever. But you canât share a story like that and expect people to not react. Iâm not heartless.â
âSure thing. Exceptâmost people would leave it at âIâm sorryâ.â
You huff. âWhat do you want me to say, Tommy?â
âIf youâve got anythinâ to say, donât say it to me.â
What would you even say to Joel? That you still get flashbacks to that unprompted kiss? That it still consumes you? That you craved more of that heat, curious to know what pleasures ate at his soul, locked and hidden away?
âBut just so you know,â Tommy resumes, âJoelâs not the best at⊠communicating.â
âI think Iâll just stick to the one drink.â
Then Tommy calls out your name as youâre getting ready to leave, catching your attention.
âA lilâ bit of advice?â
âSure.â
âI shared a drink with someone once, got to know that someone⊠and now weâre married.â
You roll your eyes, exhaling.
âReally?â you ask. âWhat is it with everyone and marriage and kids today?â
âWhoâs everyone?â Tommy asks with a deep frown.
âI thought Iâd do something nice, okay? Itâs not necessarily pity. I just⊠I get the pain, okay? Iâm not heartless.â
âI know youâre not. My point was⊠take care.â
âIâm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Thank you.â
âIâm sorry about your sister.â
You donât say anything in return. The memories attached to your family are both good and dark, with the latter tending to take control more often than not. You find yourself haunted by past mistakes, frozen by the inability to save your family, and those are things youâd much rather keep private.
Just like you suppose Joel wants to keep his daughterâs death. Locked in his past, far away from anyoneâs prying eyes or pitiful gazes.
As the moon emerges bright on the sky and you settle on a secluded chair at the bar, ordering a whiskey, you canât help but feel a little guilty that you now know the main reason for Joel Millerâsâeverything. Suddenly you feel like an intruder in his life, learning about the darkest moment in his life without him consenting to it. Of course, you plan on saying nothing of the sort, but the knowledge still remains deep within your mind.
It all starts to make sense: the way heâs so overprotective of Ellie, always watching over her, laughing at all of her bad jokes and going out of his way to find things thatâll make her happy.
Maybe Ellie is his second chance at fatherhood.
And maybe you were far too quick to judge him.
You are far too immersed into the amber liquid thatâs occupying the glass before you to accept the presence thatâs settled onto the chair on your right. You can feel their eyes on you, scanning, almost judging you, and you all but groan. Instead, you take a larger sip, letting the alcohol burn your throat and slowly, your whole body.
âIf you wanna know somethinâ about me, you ask me,â the voice to your right coos.
The tone is all too familiar at this point, husky and menacing, but it does nothing to you.
Well. That is not technically true.
Despite everything that youâve gone through having that grumpy man on your tracks for the past year, almost, he makes you feel alive. Whenever heâs around you, you feel more inclined to simply breathe in and out, feel each moment as if itâs your last; and with your every argument, every vicious look thrown back at each other, it only manages to stir something inside you that youâve just never felt before. Itâs a bizarre yearning, a longing for something unclear, yet so perfectly understandable.
You huff, slowly turning towards Joel. âWould you voluntarily tell me things about yourself?â you ask coyly.
âNo.â
You hide the smile that threatens to break from the corners of your mouth, one that you suspect would anger Joel.
âI take it you talked to Tommy,â you say, almost done with your drink now.
âI told you to stay away,â Joel retorts, and his voice sounds like heâs in pain.
For a moment, just a fleeting, temporary moment, you want to look deep into his eyes and tell him itâs okay to feel things.
But the moment passes as swiftly as it arrives, and you say nothing of the sort.
âActually, you havenât,â you tell him, cautiously this time. âYou never said anything of the sort. All you saidâwell, all you did wasââ
Joel turns abruptly towards you, catching your attention. His face isnât its usual dark aura, the kind of silent anger thatâs boiling just beneath the surface, ready to blow over should anyone come too close.
âI didnât do anything.â He pronounces each word carefully, as if heâs trying to let you know that if so much as mention the thing thatâs on both your minds, he will lash out.
âYou know what, if you wanna deny things, say they never happened, fine, do what you want,â you lean in to whisper to him. âBut maybe donât do them in the first place. Because maybe those things might keep someone up at night, thinking and wondering. And maybe that person would hate lying awake thinking of something that⊠how was it? Itâs not a big deal.â
Joel clenches his teeth, downing his drink and now fully turns to you.
âYou donât need to know about my past and I donât need to know about yours,â he breathes.
âFine. But Iâll just say this. Talking about someone you lost means preserving their memory. If you stop talking about them, itâs like they never existed. You keep them alive by talking about them, byââ
âYou donât have a goddamn clue what loss is.â
Thatâs what triggers you. Thatâs what sends you over the edge, to a point of no return. You think of your baby sister, of your parents and friends and the little Maya you met today, and your heart aches and trembles in your chest, tormented by past mistakes and ghosts.
âYouâre not the only one whose world stopped when you lost someone. Sure as hell not the only one whoâs experienced loss in this fucked up world. So stop acting like youâre the sole victim here.â
âKid?â
You freeze, staring at Joel for longer than you probably should have.
âBaby sister,â you reply almost inaudibly, barely able to swallow your own saliva. âAnd many others. So donât you dare think youâre the only one whoâs suffered a loss, or the only one with demons to face. We all got âem. Weâve all gone through hell, weâve all suffered. Some of us still are. Present company included.â
âThat why you canât use a handgun? Reminds you of shooting them dead?â
You can feel your pupils dilate, your pores diluted by sheer anger. You donât know how he intuited that or how he knew, but itâs the one thing you wonât allow to have tainted any more than it already is.
âJoel,â you warn sharply and higher, pointing a finger at him. âDonât.â
âStings, doesnât it?â
âJoel⊠donât fucking go there.â
Regret washes over him the moment he sees your face, filled with anger and pain.
âI asked about your stupid birthday because I thought you know what? I might enjoy having a drink with the man. Because there might be something more to him that Iâd like finding out. But you know what? It doesnât matter. Like you said. Whatâs the point of it, anyway?â
 Joel wants to contradict you; he wants to grab your hands into his, squeeze them as he stares into your eyes and tells you that it does fucking matter, and it was a big deal, that kiss. He wants to tell you how youâre the first person he could even look at since Tess, how you sparked his interest without even trying and slithered into his life and mind without lifting a single finger, but rather pointing your shotgun and him, meaning business.
He says none of that. He only looks at you, ashamed of his prior words and reaction, trying to swallow them along with the whiskey. He barely registers the noises around him, the indistinct chatter, cuss words being thrown around with so much ease and the shoving. He only starts to notice something is amiss when you stand from your seat, eager to leave, and not able to navigate through the sudden crowd.
When Joel looks around, he sees a fight ensued. He stands up, willing to go after you and at the very least excuse his harsh words, but when he doesnât see you, panic bubbles in his chest.
âWhat the hellâs goinâ on here?!â Joel shouts around him, but thereâs no reply.
Instead, Joel dodges a few punches thrown dangerously close to his own face. He soon realizes that the fight had escalated and that half of the bar was trying to break it apart. His heart is racing, and his mind is sending one signal: find her.
His eyes search through the crowd, elbowing his way through the people around him; he sees punches and kicks and he dodges them to the best of his abilities, but when he bumps into someone, his wrist gets caught onto some fabric. He pulls away sharply, the appalling aftermath of that one encounter shaking him completely.
Suddenly Joelâs eyes drop to the floor, frantically searching for his watch. Itâs the first time in over twenty years that the watch is off his wrist and heâs never felt more vulnerable and exposed. Tears threaten to roll down his cheeks as he keeps searching, hopeless and maddened by the possibility that someone might step on the watch. He canât lose it, he canât be without it, he canâtâ
The scream that he hears next chills him. Still frantic, heart almost bursting out of his chest, Joel finally spots you. Youâre clutching your arm, facing away from the bar. He sprints towards you, unable to think of anything else.
âWhat happened?â he asks.
âOne of these moronsâpopped my shoulder!â
âCâmon. Letâs get outside.â
On your way out, you hear Maria intervening and the fight finally broken. Then you faintly hear Tommy scolding whoever it was that started the whole thing, shouting in disapproval. Frankly, itâs kind of a blur with the blinding pain that you feel. You canât feel most of your arm, and the warm air outside doesnât lessen the sensation. Somehow, it gives the opposing effect and makes you feel like youâre about to catch on fire.
That, or it could also be the way Joelâs hands hold onto you so gently and carefully, guiding you to his house.
Foreign territory, you realize. But you donât really look around, you canât; not with white, hot pain searing through you.
Joel guides you to a couch, helping you down and taking a look at your shoulder. Then, his gaze shifts onto you, his eyes suddenly warm and soft and apologetic.
âI have to set it back in its socket,â he informs you.
You falter, spending one second too long staring at him. âDo it,â you nod.
Taking a deep breath in and closing your eyes, you try to ready yourself for whatâs about to come. Youâre familiar with all kinds of pain, but the one resulting from embarrassment of having someone who detests you help you in such a tense moment is something else entirely.
Nonetheless, it still takes you aback when it happens.
Joel pulls your arm, steady and carefully, but you still wail. You wail and groan, letting out the pain and a few beads of sweat protruding at your temples and on your forehead. And then you feel the same warm hands holding your arm at your chest.
âYouâre good, youâre okay,â Joel coaxes you, his voice grave, yet oddly pleasant. âFocus right here, right here on me.â
You do as youâre told and lock eyes with him, breaths more even now. It hurts significantly less, though youâre not out of the woods just yet. You try to move your fingers to see whether Joel did a patch job or not, but next thing you know, his fingers are holding yours.
âCan you move them?â he asks.
âI think so.â
âShow me.â
You move the index first, wiggling it tentatively, then the middle one.
âAll of them,â Joel instructs gently.
You move the ring finger and the pinky, then all of them at once, nice and slow. As you pleasantly remark that the nerves in your hand seem to be intact, you stifle a gasp at the realization that Joelâs fingers are intertwined with yours. The feeling is that of warmth and coziness, and yet⊠thereâs electricity in it. Static, wild and treacherous.
âLooks good,â Joel concludes, clearing his throat a little.
Your eyes look up at him, finally meeting with his, and if you didnât know any better, youâd say you shivered.
âFeels good too,â you murmur, hoping itâs inaudible, or some figment of your imagination.
But itâs neither. Joel hears you, and this is very much real. Him, holding your hand and not pulling away like he usually does, itâs the realest thing he did in a while.
âThank you,â you say.
Joel nods, back to his stoic self. He knows he should probably pull away, take his hand out of yours.
But he canât.
âIâmâIâm sorry, by the way,â he manages to get out.
âFor what?â
He falters. âFor saying those things, back at the bar. I shouldnât have said⊠it was cruel.â
âHow did you know what happened?â
Your question is merely for pure information, nothing else. Yet shame wonât leave Joelâs body.
âThe way you looked at that little girl. There was guilt in your eyes. The kind that stays with you forever, haunts you. For something you did.â
You donât respond. Youâre already feeling awfully vulnerable tonight, and opening about the biggest tragedy in your life isnât something you wish to do. Not now, probably not ever.
âIâm also sorry for⊠oversteppinâ some boundaries, a while back,â Joel resumes, like he wasnât anticipating an actual answer from your side.
You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting. That gets Joel impatient and flustered.
âYou know what Iâcâmon, donât make me say it out loud,â Joel all but begs.
You smile in the slightest. âHumor me and say it anyway.â
With a loud huff, Joel manages to get out, âIâm sorry for kissing you.â
âWhyâd you do it?â
Again, mere curiosity and interest. Youâre not trying to get him to open up about anything, given that he didnât do it to you when it comes to your sister.
âSeemed like a good idea at the time,â he shrugs, avoiding your eyes. âLike a lot of folks, I live my life one day at a time and I figured⊠I might die tonight, tomorrow morninâ⊠why not seize the moment with someone who ainât half bad looking?â
You frown, unsure if you should feel flattered or insulted. âOh, Iâm not âhalf bad lookingâ? As opposed to what, the infected?â
âBetter alternative.â
You chuckle, shaking your head, and to your surprise, Joel does the same. His chuckle is deep, but heartfelt. It stirs something inside you, something pleasant that you wish wouldnât vanish anytime soon.
âAnyway,â Joel resumes, feeling his cheeks flushed, âsorry about that.â
âYou should be. It was pretty damn terrible.â
Joelâs the one who frowns this time around, staring incredulously at you. âWhat?â
You nod. âYeah. Pretty awful. It was too short.â
Stunned, Joel can only blink and stare at you, unabashedly dropping his glare at your lips and licking his own subsequently. Heâs painfully aware of the fact that heâs still holding your hand, and suddenly he doesnât know what to do with himself. Heâs overwhelmed and thereâs adrenaline pumping in his veins, and youâre so close to himâbut youâre still hurt, so he couldnâtâ
âJoel,â you coo, bringing him back with his feet on earth, âyou said itâs no big deal. So I didnâtâI didnât make a big deal out of it. I tried to not let it get to me, but Iââ
âItâs been a⊠long, long time since I felt anythinâ close to this. I thought I was over feeling these things. I didnât expect to⊠want more. I donât get close to people, not anymore.â
âYou got close with Ellie.â
âIt sneaked up on me. I didnât expect to care about her so damn much, but I was wrong. And now, with you... you sneaked up on me too. In a whole other way.â
Your throatâs dry, heart pounding and you feel warm all over. Youâre not sure if itâs from the pain, the glass of whiskey you had less than half an hour ago or Joelâs shy wordsâor perhaps a mixture of those threeâbut you do want to ease his worries a little, if you can.
âYou think I went around making friends and dating?â you ask, and you see a hint of amusement on Joelâs face. âI sure as hell didnât. Maybe scratch an itch here and there but Iâve neverâI donât think Iâve ever felt an urge like this one, right now.â
Joelâs face moves closer to yours, his eyes roaming all over your face to the point where your cheeks redden.
âWhat that might be like?â he asks.
âLike I want you around all the time. Like I⊠I think about kissing you again. And what it would be like to touch you.â
âSo far so good?â
Heâs looking at your hands, joined together by your fingers, and then back at you, and you shudder. You hate the impact this man has on you, the way he raises your blood pressure and heats your body with a single look.
But boy are you mesmerized by it.
âSo far so good,â you confirm.
You lean in, perhaps foolishly so, but itâs what you feel the moment calls for. Even if itâs wrong, even if thereâs a thousand reasons for why you shouldnât do it, youâd still find one to go through with it.
âHey, there you are!â
Ellieâs cheerful voice makes you and Joel separate in an instant, your hands no longer tangled. You meet Ellieâs gaze, who seems relieved to see you.
âHey,â you tell her.
âIâll get you something to hold the arm in place,â Joel announces rather awkwardly.
âI heard what happened,â Ellie says. âWhat a bunch of douche heads. Howâs your arm?â
âFeels good. Joel reset it.â
âOuch.â
âEh, it wasnât as painful as you might think.â
Joel steals a glance at you from the bedroom, smiling to himself. He canât recall the last time he ever felt the urge to just smile because of someoneâs presence.
âCâmere,â he tells you, tightly wrapping a cloth around your shoulder and arm. âHold it still. Should last you a couple of days.â
âThank you.â
You linger with your gaze, and so does Joel. However, Ellie frowns at the two of you, surprised that you arenât at each otherâs throats.
âGlad to see youâre okay,â she tells you. âSee you tomorrow, guys.â
âGoodnight, Ellie. Thanks for checking in.â
âSure thing.â
âDonât think this means youâre getting out of practice tomorrow morning.â
âWasnât counting on it.â
You smile, watching Ellie leave. Once youâre alone with Joel again, you clear your throat, feeling oddly dry as you sit up.
âI should get some sleep,â you announce.
âI should too, I think.â
The warm air is thickened by unspoken words and silence, both your hearts racing unsteady inside of you. Joel walks you to your house, meeting your eyes when youâre on the dimly lit porch.
âGoodnight, Joel,â you tell him.
âGoodnight.â
If there was ever any moment to share a kiss, this would be it.
But as he walks away, shaking his left hand and realizing again how painfully empty it feels, he comes to realize that kissing you now, after the chaotic night youâve had, wouldâve led him to want more. He was already craving things that drove him insane with lust, and so putting an abrupt end to a potential kiss wouldâve ruined him.
He knows that if he wouldâve kissed you now, he wouldnât have been able to stop. Â
He thinks that if heâll ever kiss you again, he definitely wonât be able to stop.
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pa I've got a problem, my ex came to my town cause they were traveling through on a road trip, we decided to meet up at the mall, catch up, hang out, the works. We were havin fun and it went great, I had a great time, they were one of my best friends you know? Anyways they gotta leave we say goodbye yadda yadda.
The next day they text me telling me they aren't over me and probably never will be... Now I don't know how to respond to this so I'm stuck for two days but I finally responded with something like "your one of my best buds, and I'm doing pretty good now" I kinda ignored the whole "not over me part". It's been a few days and they haven't responded.
I don't really have anyone to talk about this with, my folks weren't exactly the most supportive of me having a non binary partner, and my father did some really messed up stuff about it. I feel like I can't tell my girlfriend cause she says she gets jealous sometimes and I don't want her to feel that way, she's got real bad anxiety about me cheatin and the like(which I would never do for the record) hell I don't even know if she feels jealous of me seeing my ex in the first place, cause right after they left she came to see me and was vaguely talking about feeling really jealous and I don't know... It could be related?
I don't have much close friends I can talk with this about, so I'm feeling pretty isolated.
I don't know, I can't deal with being a heartbreaker, every time someone tells me I'm the nicest person they know I just have ta think "what kinda assholes do you know that I'm the nicest one of em?"
Feel free to ignore this, I'm just dumping my junk at this point
Hey kiddo, I think you handled that situation really well by ignoring their attempts and I think it's very considerate of you to consider your girlfriend's feelings in all of this. You're not an asshole for not liking an ex back. You can't control someone else's emotions, only your own and someone else's feelings aren't your responsibility.
- dad x
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Summer Nights
It was the week before senior year was set to begin and Tammy and Josselyn decided to throw a party. Tammy's parents were out of town on a cruise, which meant the small party for the senior class had quickly turned into a full rager.
There was a make-shift dance floor in the living room, people playing drinking games, and some people had even gotten into the pool out back.
When Zeke walked in with Tina, he immediately knew they wouldn't be staying long. It was too loud and way too crowded, but neither of them wanted to deal with the hassle of hearing Tammy and Josselyn complain that they hadn't come to their party. Which was why they had agreed they'd stay for an hour or so and if they weren't having fun, they'd bail and do their own thing. Easy enough.
Frankly, Zeke was looking forward to taking his girl to watch the sunset at the beach. He had been pulling extra hours at his uncle's shop lately and he wasn't necessarily looking forward to sharing her on his first night off all week. But he knew Tina would want to dance, and as much as he wanted some time alone, he couldn't resist getting to dance with Tina when she was wearing those little denim shorts of hers.
She had been driving him crazy from the moment he picked her up. She had came down the stairs in those shorts that were cut just right to where they hugged her curved and showed off her legs. She had paired them with a simple black v-neck that had left Zeke speechless.
He couldn't keep his eyes or his hands off of her the entire drive to Tammy's place. Every few moments, Zeke would catch himself sneaking a peek over at her in the passenger seat, smiling as she listened to a playlist he had made of all their favorite songs. He had one hand on the steering wheel and kept the other planted firmly on Tina's thigh, tracing circles and patterns as they drove along.
By the time they'd gotten to the party Tina was fidgety and he could tell he'd gotten under her skin. So he grabbed her hand and wove his way through the party to lead her through the dance floor.
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Tina hated the crowds but always loved to dance. Especially when she got to dance with Zeke. He'd hold her close as close as humanly possible, moving them to the beat, keeping one hand in her back pocket and the other on her waist. He always had a way of making her feel as if they were the only people in the room. She loved the way his t-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders and how she was close enough to grab his butt as much as she wanted.
The two continued to sway and spin in time with the beat of the playlist Tammy's cousin had put together. Tina was so caught up in staring in Zeke's eyes that she barely registered the other dancing bodies around them, focusing only on the way Zeke held her close, leaning down to touch his forehead to hers. His hands slid down her back, stopping to squeeze her hips and pull her against him.
"Are ya havin' fun T?"
"Yeah," her reply came out breathy but she wasn't sure if it was from the dancing or the way he was holding her. Maybe a bit of both if she was being honest.
"Good," Zeke smirked down at her. "I know neither of us are big party people, but I gotta say it's hard for me to have any complaints when I get to hold you like this."
As he spoke, his hands traveled downward, one firmly cupping her backside while the other played with the fraying edge of her denim shorts. Tina could feel the blush bloom across her face as Zeke leaned in to brush his lips against hers.
The sounds of the party fell away as Tina became lost in Zeke. His lips moved slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. She shivered as she reached up to cup his jaw. His hand moved to her hair, pulling her closer to him. His tongue starting to tease between her lips as he deepened the kiss, shamelessly showing the world exactly who he belonged to.
All of a sudden, Zeke was pushed forward as the music picked up and someone bumped into him from behind. Tina was left to catch her breath as he instinctively pulled her closer, making sure to keep her from stumbling.
"You okay?" he asked, his fingers brushed a stray hair off of her forehead.
"More than okay. You wanna get out of here?"
"I'm happy to go anywhere as long as I can kiss you again."
Zeke grinned as Tina began to pull him off of the dance floor and out of the party.
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Pulling up to the seculded beach, Zeke shifted his truck into park and turned to face Tina. Her gaze was already settled on him, a small smile on her face.
"What are we doing out here Zeke?"
"I figured we could watch the sunset and maybe just hang out for a little while before I have to drop you off for your curfew. Does that sound okay T?"
Tina unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips.
"Sounds perfect. Let's go!"
They climbed out of the cab, making their way to the truck bed where Zeke had stashed a blanket, some pillows, and a cooler with snacks and drinks. The pair watched the sky turn orange and pink, talking about everything and nothing.
When the last rays of light started to dip beneath the horizon, Zeke could feel Tina's eyes on him.
"Hey Zeke?"
"Yeah T?"
"I love you."
She had said the words so fast he almost thought he'd imagined it. He turned to meet her gaze, eyes wide and jaw slightly slacked. He couldn't believe she'd said she loved him.
She bit her lip as she stared into his eyes, clearly nervous for what he'd say or do next. In an attempt to recover, she stumbled over her words.
"I mean...I've known for a while...and I was waiting to say so and it seemed like a good moment to-"
Before she could finish her anxious rambling, Zeke cut her off with his lips crashing into hers. His passion consumed her, erasing all lingering doubts and unanswered questions. She felt herself sink into his embrace as his hands pulled her into his lap, deepening their kiss.
Zeke sighed with pleasure as Tina reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his neck. He kissed her like a man starved, desperately trying to enjoy every single second of her lips against his.
When he finally pulled away, he didn't think he'd ever seen her more beautiful than the way she looked at him with her skin flushed and her eyes wide, still breathless from his touch.
"I love you too, Tina."
He pulled her in for a bone crushing hug, Tina nuzzling her face into his neck. They sat like that as the sky got dark with shy smiles on their faces, neither willing to break the spell they'd found themselves in. Zeke pulled Tina closer, content to watch the stars begin appearing in the early night sky as he held his girl, knowing he'd never love anyone as much as he loved her.
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Wicked Natures - The Ghoul/OC (Female Character) Chapter Three
Summary: Bounty hunters are frequent customers at Mulholland's Saloon, and Rue's taken quite a shine to one gunslinger in particular: a cantankerous, old Ghoul in a tattered duster. Witness her unabashedly lust after him in all his irradiated glory (as we are all currently doing), as well as navigate the precarious relationship she unfortunately has with local law enforcement.
Minors, do not interact.
Content Warnings: a mild chapter. Swearing. Drinking. Mentions of prostitution. Unwanted attention. More dirty talk.
Enjoy.
Chapter Three: Mighty Need
âWarner says heâs gonna marry me.â
âHe the⊠umâŠ.â Rue bites her bottom lip thoughtfully, grasping for the face to match the name, and her hands briefly still in the mess sheâs making of Laraâs corset laces. âThe real muscley one, right? Clean boots? Blushes a lot?â
Lara âpetite, brunette, and honey-eyedâ smiles bashfully. Rue can see her face flushing in the mirror they sit before. âYeah.â
âHe seems alright in my book, so I guess I donât mind him sweepinâ ya off your feet.â Rue braids a length of the laces, then interlaces the braid with the crazy criss-crossing going down Laraâs back. âThink heâs serious?â
âI think so. I hope soâŠ. I can⊠I can dream âbout it, at least.â Lara picks at her nails. Twists at her fingertips. âHeâs supposed to be joininâ up with a caravan and says we can travel together. I⊠I want that badly.â
Rue smiles, heart twisting sadly but hopefully for Lara. Sheâs Rueâs favourite person that works at Mulhollandâs âHal second and everyone else is⊠well, everyone else is a bit of a dickâ and she deserves so much more than life as a courtesan. She deserves more than Dust.
âI want that for you. This place doesnât suit ya.â
âIt donât⊠it donât suit you either,â Laraâs voice is hushed, nervous, as if she worries someone listens. âMaybe we could bring you with us?â
Rueâs throat goes tight; her heart flutters and breaks. âAll Iâd do is bring you trouble.â She looks to the monstrous snare sheâs concocted and changes the subject. âI like to dream about havinâ robot parts. Wouldnât it be neat to have metal legs? They wouldnât break or get tired. Suppose Iâd have to worry âbout rust, but I think the perks outweigh the bad.â
Lara is quiet for a moment, her shoulders tense. Rue doesnât look up. She doesnât want to see the face the honey-eyed girl might be making.
âYâknow⊠that does sound kind of fun,â the brunette finally humours her. âI think Iâd get me some fancy eyes that can see in the dark.â
Rue looks up, beaming brightly to find Lara smiling right back. âAnd through walls! Catch people in all kinds of shit.â
Laraâs grin goes devilish. âOoh. Thereâre several people Iâd like to get some dirt o-.â
The door to Laraâs room bangs open, causing the brunette to jump and for Rueâs hands to still in the catastrophe of corset laces. Both girls look over their shoulders, to the glowering figure of Adel puffing a cigarette in the doorway.
âDeckâs here for ya, Rue. Finish up what youâre doin-.â The viperâs face goes red. âRue. Rue, ya know how to lace a fuckinâ corset. What the fuck are you doinâ? Get the fuck up âget the fuck outta here!â
Rue untangles her fingers and pops to her feet, smiling innocently. âI was just tryinâ somethinâ new!â
âOnly thing youâre tryinâ is my goddamn nerves,â Adel snaps, aggravated arm motions ushering Rue to skedaddle. âLara, you sort yourself or get Molly to.â
Rue shoots Lara a small, apologetic smile, and then yelps when the viper seizes her by the arm. Her grip is harsh and pinching as she hauls Rue from the room.
Adel grumbles all the way down the hall, dragging Rue to the staircase and giving her a prompt push to get her moving. Just a little bit harder, and Rue probably would have tripped and tumbled all the way to the ground floor. But she keeps her balance, and her pace is reluctant. The man she hates most in the world is here, standing in the midst of Mulhollandâs main floor and surveying his currently empty kingdom with his hands propped on his waist.
Deck Craven is a barrel-chested man with sandy hair, green-eyed and well kept. He wears a tan, pinch-front cowboy hat and ranching clothes: button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, jeans, and boots. Not a spot or stain on them; no holes or fraying edges. Itâs all part of his brand, but that magnum on his hip is more than just for show. Itâs the only part of his ensemble that looks as if itâs seen some use. Rue knows it has.
Rue used to think him handsome and his green eyes kind, but heâs not much more than an acid blob in human skin to her now. She wouldnât spit on him if he was on fire âunless she had a mouthful of gasoline. But she makes her face light up, her smile so bright, and waves.
âAfternoon, Deck!â
Green eyes find her, and his smile widens. âHey there, little bird. How ya doinâ this afternoon?â
âPretty good!" Rue doesn't quite skip up to him, but she makes sure there is a good deal of pep to her step. "Lara and I were talkinâ about havinâ robot bodies. I want fancy legs, and sheâd like a new set of eyes.â
Amused, brassy laughter fills the air. "Fancy legs, huh?" He shakes his head. âI never know whatâs about to come out your mouthâŠ. But Iâm glad youâre havinâ fun.â
Rue only knows to smile. She rocks back and forth on her heels, hands held behind her back. âYou in house tonight?â
Another shake of the head. âNot tonight ânot for a few nights, actually. Got business outta town. Itâll probably be two weeks âfore Iâm back in Dust. I just wanted to pop in and see ya before I headed out. Let ya know whatâs goinâ on if you get to lookinâ for me.â Pure joy floods through Rue, instantly doused when the sheriffâs hands find her shoulders. He adopts a serious look, a fatherly cadence that burns her up. âI got a few of the boys keepinâ eyes out for ya, okay? You need anything, you get with Lucky. And Iâve already told Adel not to mess with ya.â
The last bit of his spiel is actually good news, bringing back a smidge of her stomped-on joy. Adelâs always trying to whore Rue out or strip her down. She needs constant reminders, warnings, to not try anything funny.
Rue dips her head, genuinely appreciative. âIâll be good so she wonât have a reason to.â
âOh, I know you will.â He ruffles her hair, seriousness given way to a smile. âYouâre always good.â
Bleh.
âI gotta get on the road now, Rue.â A gentle touch to her chin, fingers trailing and not quite grabbing. âHave you a good shift and a good night.â
Rue grins wider, waving with both hands. âSafe travels, Deck!â
The sheriff winks and tips his hat. The double doors part around him, swinging even after heâs gone. Rue watches them until theyâve gone still, and then for a moment longer, not quite trusting that heâs gone. Not quite believing that heâs going to be gone for a whole two weeks. Itâs too good to be true.
Two weeks without all his little, lingering caresses. Two weeks without hearing his voice say her name. Two weeks of not having him show up on her âwell, hisâ front porch and ruin breakfast. Two weeks of his eyes not following her every move. She knows his posse will be filling in for him, but theyâre lazy about it. Theyâll maybe follow Deckâs orders to the letter for the first night or two, but they always end up getting tired of watching the ditzy server girl go to work and go home. Then sheâll have some real breathing room. A break.
Rue looses a long, long sigh. Grin genuine when those double doors stay closed.
Goddamnit, does she need a break.
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âI know I ask ya to do this too much, but will you please, please close up for me?â
Rue, leaned into the bar and watching the night-dark world out the window, blinks and looks towards the beseeching voice âHalâs. She hadnât heard him approach, but heâs draped over the bar beside her, looking up at her with wide, puppy eyes the colour of coal.
âThose last two tables of yours are lingerinâ, and I got a pretty fella waitinâ out back for me to get off.â
She mimics his dramatic pose, already leaning torso lying flat on the counter and her head propping upon her arm. She tries to match the look he gives her, but Halâs too, damn good at pleading, puppy-dog eyes.
âOnly if you make me those fancy muffins.â Rue might not be able to hold a candle to his eye expressions, but she nails the sad, entreating tone of voice.
Those begging eyes brighten with the smile that takes his mouth, and Halâs upright quick as lightning. âThatâs a done deal. Thank you so, so, so, so much.â
Rue returns the smile. âNot a problem.â Sheâs just happy one of them can get some action⊠and then sheâs very jealous. Hal can just meet people and take a roll in the hay. Rueâs been working on the object of her affections for well over a year, and she still hasnât managed so much as an ass grab or tit squeeze.
Halâs out the back door in seconds, his departure accompanied by another round of profuse thanks. When heâs gone, the saloon goes near-quiet, the only sounds left that of the hushed chatter of her tables, the usual perversion from upstairs, and the soft, guitar plucking in Johnny Guitar filtering from the jukebox. Rue calls to her tables, telling them they can hang around as long as they please, but sheâd like to go ahead and take care of their tabs unless theyâre wanting another round of drinks. One table allows her to close out; the other wants another round of beers, and then they pay up. Both stay.
Rue resumes her ritual of window gazing, thinking about rope burns and hair tugging.
Sheâs unbelievably jealous of Hal. Sheâd ask him for tips if he wasnât so blabbermouthy.
Rue doesnât know how long passes, but sheâs eventually pulled from her horny spacing out by two, harsh knocks against the bar âenough to shake the wood and her vision. She turns, her heart doing cartwheels in her chest and smile blooming fully.
The Ghoul sits across from her, dusty and impatient. His ensemble seems to have a few more patches to it, and almost his entirety is stained with rust smears. His hat is tipped back a touch, enough to allow her to admire the way Mulhollandâs dim lighting paints the valleys and plains of his face. Deeper shadows. Bright, whiskey eyes. The no-nonsense set of his mouth.
Rue could swoon. She really could.
âHey you.â
Hands gloved in leather, he taps at the bar twice with his pointer finger.
Rue gets him his whiskey, filling the stout tumbler to the brim and sliding it into his waiting hand. He drinks deep and slow, which could mean heâs in a good enough mood to savour or that it has been a long, long day. Not infuriating but exhausting. She'll find out soon enough which of the two it is.
In the meantime, she shamelessly watches his throat bob. He doesnât seem to notice, or maybe he pretends not to.
âI was startinâ to wonder if Iâd see ya again.â
He sets the whiskey glass down; Rue tops it off.
ââThereâs money to be made in Dust. Iâll keep cominâ âround âtil itâs dried up.â He takes another slow pull, shorter this time. âAnd it will one day. Deckâs got himself some trouble brewinâ with a weapons manufacturer, and the hits he keeps puttinâ on âem ainât doinâ nothinâ but pissinâ âem off.â
The Ghoul must be in a grand mood to tell her all that. Something so useful. So delightful âabsolute music to her ears that inspires vivid imaginations of Deck being pumped full of holes while he's out. The grin Rue already wears stretches, and a contented sigh passes through her lips. âGun Runners?â
âSmaller.â A quick sip of whiskey. âThink theyâre callinâ themselves the Nightstalkers.â
âCute.â Rue reaches into her pockets, feeling around for the Vials she keeps and placing seven onto the bar âalong with a tied-off bundle of caps that have been junking up her pockets for over a month.
The gunslinger reaches for the cloth pouch before the Vials, browless brows netted curiously. He unties it and simply stares at the caps for a long moment before his eyes tick to her wordlessly.
âI didnât want âem,â she tells him firmly, voice pitched soft just in case her tables aren't as lost in their own worlds as they appear to be. âThatâs not what that was to me. I like ya. Plain and simple.â
He doesnât say a word as he rakes the caps into his gloved hand and drops them in a duster pocket. The Vials follow. He goes back to sipping his whiskey.
And Rue goes back to smiling sweetness. âOh! Someone told me what olives are the other day âthey said theyâre these little, oval fruits that are kinda salty. Really salty if theyâve gone black. But Iâve been keepinâ an eye out for âem since. Maybe one day a caravanâll pass through with âem, and I can fix ya that fancy drink you want so bad. Itâs mostly just gin, huh? Do ya want some gin next? You kinda look like you want gin tonight.â
The Ghoul sighs and shakes his head, polishing off his whiskey with a last, slow draw. âYouâve got somethinâ wrong in your heady, honey.â But the corner of his mouth curls slightly, and he doesnât sound so aggravated or done with her when he says, âGet me the gin.â
Rue gets the gin; she fills the glass too full and leans into the bar, watching him drink and smiling lazily. She talks about nonsense. He doesnât stop her. In fact, the Ghoul humours her a little bit when she starts talking about robot body parts by tossing in his two-caps about all that fancy metal not being worth shit. The right kind of gun and ammunition or know-how can make it useless âa hindrance. Deadly, even.
âSuppose, youâre right, but I donât know that it much matters. Those things can kill me no matter if Iâm fleshy or metal. âŠIâd probably be a lilâ harder to catch if I had robot legs. Think Iâd be a bit harder to kill. Catch a bullet down there, and I wouldnât have to worry about bleedinâ out or infections.â
âYou ever end up goinâ Ghoul one of these days, and thatâll make ya harder to kill without all that other shit. I get shot, and I heal up quick.â
âAlready have gone Ghoul,â Rue mutters, a faux-frustration to her voice as she traces patterns on the bar. Her eyes tick up to his, and with the mild confusion on his brow, she knows he hasnât caught her drift yet. She sighs and props her cheek upon her fist. âBut he thinks Iâm tryinâ to trick him somehow.â
Confusion dissipates with an exaggerated roll of the eyes. âYouâre so full of shit.â
Rue leans further into the bar and bats her eyes all pretty-like up at him. âIâm tryinâ to be full of you.â
The Ghoul snorts behind the rim of his glass, the grin that takes his mouth a wicked thing. His drawl is dismissive and mean when he says, âYa couldnât handle me, sweetheart. Dick suckinâs one thing, but anything more, and Iâd wreck you.â
The delight of the challenge, the prospect, curves Rue's lips. âThen wreck me, sweetheart.â
He pauses in what is likely to be the last sip from his glass, eyes flicking to her lips. Back to her eyes. Itâs like she watches something spark to life in his, a building burn and heat. He tips his gin back slow.
Rue is pulled from his gaze when the doors to Mulhollandâs part, a group of three she well recognizes walking in: Lucky, tall and broad; Yannis, shifty-eyed and jumpy; and Gus, droopy-faced and pale. All three are part of Deckâs posse, Lucky being his right-hand man while the other two are just goons. But theyâre all effective, and she knows theyâre here for her.
She takes a few steps back as nonchalantly as she can. She changes her smile and tone. She waves, greeting the three as old friends. âHey boys! You here for a drink?â
Lucky sidles up to the bar, propping an elbow on it and offering her a kind smile. Truly, it is. Out of Deckâs whole posse, heâs the only one that seems truly decent and like he has half a conscience rattling in his skull. If she has to deal with any of them, she prefers it to be him. Especially when he's drunk and that conscience gets to gnawing at him -then his lips get loose, and he spills information Deck would kill him for sharing. Information that turned Rue's world upside down.Â
âNo maâam. Just to check in on ya." He lets her know, "Itâs way past time you shoulda been home.â
She cocks her head. âIs it?â
Lucky's grin stretches. âRue, itâs about four in the morninâ.â
Rue blinks. She didnât notice it was that late herself. She was too wrapped up in the Ghoul silently observing the conversation as he polishes off that last bit of gin.
âOh! Shoot. Sorry. Y'know time gets away from me.â
âI know. Itâs alright. I was just a little worried.â
Rue smiles bright, but then her eyes dart to the tables still lingering. Sheâs so grateful that they are. If it were just her and the Ghoul, this would be a different conversation and confrontation. âUm. Could ya help me shoo out the tables? I donât wanna be mean to âem.â
Lucky nods and makes a motion for Yannis and Gus to handle it. ââCourse, but thatâs somethinâ Hal shoulda done an hour or more ago. Whereâd he get off to?â
âStomach ache,â Rue lies easily. âI told him I could wrap up, so he could get himself home.â
The right-hand man nods at that, and then turns his personable smile on the Ghoul. âSorry, sir. Itâs time to mosey, but come back and see us again.â
The Ghoul says nothing. He sets his glass down bottom-side-up on the bar and slides off the stool. He reaches into a duster pocket, pulls out a fistful of caps, and leaves them. The spurs of his boots jingle-jangle as he breezes out.
Rue sneakily watches him go as she moves to tidy things, plucking up his caps to tuck away in the till so Lucky can take it to the office for storage. So, she notices when his head turns as he parts the double doors. His gaze is shaded by the rim of his weathered, old hat, but Rue knows heâs looking her way when the corner of his mouth quirks âpulls into enough of a half-grin to show a bit of teeth.
Then he's gone, leaving Rue there with a brain going absolutely wild in her head and a mighty need to kiss that ruined mouth of his.Â
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[AUDIO: A recorded conversation.
???: Iâm not arguing about this with you, Bianca, weâre goinâ home!
Bianca: But papa-!
???: I heard about everything what happened in Castelia, about your PokĂ©mon getting stolen, and your friends havinâ to get it back for you! Clearly I was right when I thought you werenât ready for the world⊠it ainât safe with these Plasma folk muckinâ about, so Iâm taking you back!
Bianca: Papa, I know things have been kinda scary lately, but Iâve still been having fun! Iâve seen and learned so many new things, Iâve made so many new friends- Iâm not ready to go home yet!
???: Well Iâm decidinâ you are! Get in the car, weâre headinâ back right now. You can keep all your cute lil PokĂ©mon and whatnot, but-
Blake: Sir, with all due respect-
???: You shush! Yer one of the people who convinced her to leave home in the first place, anâ clearly you were nothinâ but a bad influence on my girl! I donât wanna hear nothing outta you!
Bianca: Donât talk to my friend that way!
The two bicker back and forth, with Blake occasionally trying to chime in awkwardly, and failing to get much more than half a word in. At one point, though, the audio picks up the sound of heels clicking against concrete, and the voice of a woman is heard.
???: Now hold on there a moment there, sir.
Blake and Bianca gasp in unison.
Bianca: Gym Leader Elesa-?
Elesa: Sweetie, you just keep going on your travels. Sure, youâve faced a few bumps in the road, but itâs clear youâve got some strong friends there to help pick you back up when you fall.
???: Excuse me? You know nothinâ about my daughter! Mind your own business!
Elesa: Itâs clear you donât either, mister. This strong young woman has faced plenty of hardships so early on in her journey, and yet sheâs still refusing to hang her head in defeat and go running back home. I think youâve ought to have more faith in your daughter.
???: But- things have become so dangerous now, with Team Plasma runninâ around! I wonât let her get caught up in it!
Bianca: I already am, papa! One of Blakeâs PokĂ©mon got hurt trying to save mine from them, and I refuse to give up until Iâve made it up to them!
Blake: BiancaâŠ
Bianca: Maybe I canât become as good a trainer as them or Cheren⊠but Iâm still gonna fight for whatâs right! And after that, I still want to travel and discover what path I wanna take in life⊠It might take a lot longer than I originally thought it would, sure, but Iâm not gonna ever gonna figure out what it is if I stayed cooped up in Nuvema my entire life!
???: But⊠Bianca, sweetie, you donât understand. The world ainât a kind place, especially to little girls like youâŠ
Elesa: Youâre right, it isnât. Thereâs a lot of people in this world, with lots of ways of thinking that may be different than yours⊠a lot of the time, that means youâll wind up getting hurt. But itâs important to keep trying, to learn each otherâs differences⊠and understand that being different is okay. Itâs okay to worry, but no matter what happens, trainers like your daughter here have always got their PokĂ©mon by their sides to look after them. Theyâre wonderful creatures, you know. Theyâre cute and strong, sure, but you can depend on them, too.
???: âŠ
Bianca: âŠPapa, I thank you for always trying to look out for me growing up. Especially since I had a hard time, what with focusing in school and making friends⊠but Iâm okay now. I have a team of wonderful PokĂ©mon, and two incredible best friends looking out for me. So⊠let me keep adventuring and helping fill out Professor Juniperâs PokĂ©dex. PleaseâŠ?
???: âŠOh, alrightâŠ
???: Bianca⊠Iâm sorry. Youâve clearly matured a lot since ya left home. I just⊠when I saw the news, and heard all the updates the professor was sendinâ me, I went into panic modeâŠ
???: I was a lot like you as a kid. I was fickle, struggled with focusinâ on one thing at a time⊠Lots oâ people ridiculed me for it. I tried goinâ on a journey when I was your age to prove âem wrong, but it didnât work out the way I was hoping⊠I just couldnât stand the thought oâ the same thing happeninâ to you. But clearly, youâre doinâ just fine for yourself out here.
Bianca: Itâs okay, papa, I understand. Thanks for givinâ me another chance...
???: Of course, baby. But, wherever this journey ends up taking you⊠try to come home from time to time, alrightâŠ? Me ân your mama miss you.
Bianca: Absolutely! Iâll make sure to call more often, too. I miss both of you just as much.
???: Thank you, pumpkin. I love you.
Bianca: I love you too, papa.
Elesa: Iâm glad to see thatâs resolved. Parents so often project their fears onto their children⊠they mean well, but it sure can end up holding them back a lot in life. It can become a cycle, too, so Iâm glad to see that girl standing up for herself. Itâs good to see her pops accepts her, too⊠Not everyoneâs lucky to have parents willing to own up to their mistakes like that.
Blake: YeahâŠ
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"with the nature of her and Euros' relationship this often times results with the Inspectors yoinking her to play or cuddle with"
Imagining some inspectors hauling Sparrows into a zero-g section of his structure for cuddles and/or watching her spin futilely for their own amusement lol.
Speaking of - is there any particular mechanic equipment designed to help traverse the zero-g sections of an Iterator, or are the mechanics expected to stay Well Away from those areas for safety reasons and only enter when the gravity is enabled?
i imagine that like... 80% of the whole structure is constantly in 0g with the rest of 20% havin the low kind of gravity that we see In Pebs' labs for the sake of easier travel of the mobile components, so turning off the gravity disruptors wouldn't be beneficial for shite especially for long periods of time
the Mechanics get a LOT of training in 0g to figure out the best movement for themselves. the Ancients in general r better wired in the brains for the movement than slugcats thanks to being originally water animals (Rivulet in my heart can better traverse Pebbles than other slugcats too, after they figure out the differences between floating in water and floating in 0g)
But! indeed there are some mechanical stuff that help them out. both Sparrows regular boots and the boots for the special suit have magnets in the soles (?)
i don't REALLY have it figured out visually all that well, but one can turn those on n off
the Mechanic's watch is able to send out... not really a "distress" signal in this case, but like "hey help out here will ya" signal that mobile/capable components can n will answer. like an Inspector comin in to watch out for her just in case while working on the transform arrays (endlessly affectionate bout Inspectors savin the player's ass from hazards even though i haven't experienced it myself yet), or one of those red floaty noodle things twisting themselves that way and the other so she can grab on and right herself or propel herself forwards
i've also thought about possibly using the breathing mask equipment for movement in the sense that the tube that connects the face mask with the gill mask could be unscrewed and propel her forward with air but like........ there isn't exactly much of a strong airflow in there to cause such movement so đ guess nu
it's mostly about knowing the movement n being clever about it (+routing so you pop out from the tunnels closest to the goal) and the magnetic shoes
oh, but a fun thing for travel around the structure in general! i'll mention it here since it's at least a lil connected
to be able to get around the whole giant structure without needing to like. camp out in multiple spots and actually get shit done, there are specialized tunnels for fast transport of defensive components like for example the Inspectors again. they are comparable to lymphatic system in human body and inspired by the sea currents of the Ancients' original home. Mechanics and Admins, posing as something of a supreme white cells from the outside (antibiotics could work as a comparison too???) in the structure to human body comparison, can use these tunnels freely as much as they want to
#Spot says stuff#rw#oc tag#i like to imagine that swimming motions could work well in the Iterators' 0g đđ#might not be all that scientifically correct but i am Fond of it#funnily enough Sparrows' lower circle ass is better physically adapted for such movement than the higher circle basards#goin out for a freakishly easy swim inside her boyfriends innards wooooooooooooh đ€#fucked up living breathing aquarium.......
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I was funny yesterday
Ever since i got into high school i didn't really care much about what i hear (negative things etc etc) and i don't cry much unless alone or one of our dogs passed - didn't even cry when my dad got into a car accident on 2019 or when i got humiliated by my 5th grade math teacher by havine me stand the whole class because i couldn't get the answer right and the school journal club went to take a pic of our class and she allowed to have my picture taken in that state
but yesterday after our lecture at the hospital, we talked about merits and demerits and out of nowhere our preceptor suddenly said "rene you have no initiative" and for some reason it became a trigger ??? i overthinked if i really don't have any initiative but since this is my first rotation ever i played it safe the first few days but actually i was already confident doing basic treatments on my own day 2 onwards
then, idk, i feel its bc of the exhaustion as well from having a max of 4hrs of sleep on a daily when i have hospital duty: waking up 2/230 am, traveling from 430-530 to get to the hospital 30mins earlier than our call time then logging off at 230pm, getting home at nearly 6pm
and lately ive been battling w myself as an introvert and socially... awkward ?? Idk person, ive been doing my best to talk to patients and their guardians/caretakers whenever i do treatments to ask how they are, entertain questions, go to the nurse's station to ask for an update on the patient's things etc etc and i was assigned to rehab the last 3 days, it meant a longer time to talk to each px
actually handled 2 px on my own, which im pretty proud of but ofc i wasnt able to really make the sessions fun as i wanted to but im trying hard to crack up a conversation or a joke here and there. the staff at rehab made it easier tho, everyone's so very nice and patient with teaching me stuff and i actually don't want to leave there bc it's become my safe space already
anw to continue after overthinking what my preceptor had as an example w a serious tone, i broke down once i stepped outside our unit HAHAHAHAHHAHA grateful for my fellow co-interns for protecting me and comforting me. another one of my safe spaces as of now.
i need to enroll myself to emotional management programs
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âAfter you, my dear,â the fairy chirps, her voice is a stark contrast to how she presents herself. While she speaks in a high, melodic song, she stands before Lina in a suit so sharp it would put the finest of aristocratic gentlemen to shame. Her bony hand is outstretched into the tavern, and Lina playfully curtsies in response.
âWhy thank you, handsome,â she purrs, feeling incredibly smug as a dark pink blush forms on Mireskaâs face, covering her freckles. Handsome, at first it had been strange to call her handsome - admittedly the rather restrictive culture she had grown up in, both in Misrule and especially the Helio Imperium, had had a heavy impact on her. Now, however, it comes to her as naturally as the word âhelloâ, and for good reason too, Mireska is very handsome.
A couple of heads turn as they make their way to an unoccupied booth, the standard drunken men who are all too eager to throw unwanted winks and comments, but their open mouths clamp shut when they get a good look at her companion. Lina looks up at Mireska who has her fangs bared in a mocking smile. There had been comments before, fools who would remark that she should âpick one and stick with itâ. Others had demanded Lina to âtry a real man and not some cheap imitationâ. Of course they had been silenced fast by fireballs to the face and hanging upside down by a bramble snare, but the experiences often left her apprehensive walking into a tavern.
If it bothered Mireska, she was very good at hiding it, still grinning as they slide into their seat side by side. The fairy puts a spindly arm around her and pulls her in close, which Lina welcomes with a contented sigh. They had been travelling together for only a couple of months, but those months had been the most normal she had felt in ⊠well in her life really. Sure it had been hard to adjust to the fairyâs ⊠unconventional lifestyle, but after the first month it was like clockwork. Visit a new city, let Mireska off her leash to get them some gold, sight see, get into trouble with the law then run like hells. She had to admit it was nice getting to see the world, she could never have dreamed of this as Shabarrahâs human weapon.
âWhiskey,â Mireska announces and Lina jumps, realising a waiter had approached them. Mireska is going for her old reliable, and Lina decides to be a little bit cute.
âYou donât happen to have Molten Red, do you?â She asks. The waiter nods, casting a questioning look between the two of them, although he keeps his trap shut for his own sake as he paces off to the bartender.
âMolten Red?â Mireska asks with a chuckle, âAre ye tryinâ to cause me war flashbacks?â
Lina gives her a gentle nudge.
âI thought itâd be funny,â she says. âSince you tried it ten months ago.â
Mireskaâs eyes widen and she tugs at the collar of her shirt.
âTen months?â She cocks her head, antennae flopping gently. âAch! Sure time flies when yer havinâ fun!â
Mutterings catch Linaâs attention and she looks out, aware of some patrons pointing at them and shaking their heads. She catches the words âwrongâ and âdisgracefulâ. Mireska notices too, her antennae perk at their voices.
âDoes it bother you too?â Lina asks. The fairy snorts although thereâs a tremble in her voice when she speaks.
âAh, Iâm used to it,â she says. âItâs insecurity on their end, Iâm all too comfortable in meself anâ it drives them mental!â
âI wish I had your confidence,â Lina wraps her arms around herself, feeling the other patrons gazes burning into her skin and she can feel that unbearable itch to scorch the earth writhing underneath it. Mireska pulls her in tighter and her voice is gentle in her ear over the chatter of the tavern.
âHey,â she coos. âI wish I had your confidence! Yer the one sendinâ them all packinâ with one blast of fire!â
âItâs hardly confidence, just aggression.â
Mireska simply shrugs.
âPotato potato.â
Molten Red burns the throat in all the right ways, Lina could never imagine a better drink and beside her, Mireska is shaking her head.
âI dunno how ye down that,â she says.
âI donât know how you down that,â Lina responds, nodding to her mug of whiskey. Mireska takes a long swig of it without flinching and smirks back at her.
âWell whiskeyâs actually lovely,â she says. âOne oâ the best poisons money can buy-â
Sheâs promptly interrupted by approaching men and isnât that a treat? Their night is about to get ruined. Lina takes a deep breath and balls her fists, trying to quell the fire rapidly increasing in size in her veins. Mireska is eyeing them too, although sheâs clearly scanning for any loose change they may be carrying.
âHey!â One of them barks, Lina can smell the alcohol on his breath from where sheâs sitting. âWhat are you?!â
Heâs pointing right at Mireska who frowns back at him, her lip curls and reveals her fangs.
âA faerie,â she says, attempting to lower her voice but the manâs companion lets out a laugh.
âThatâs a chick!â He nudges his friend, âYou guys inverts or what?â
Mireska lets out a hiss so ferocious that shadowcats would run in terror. Linaâs done trying to bury the fire in order to avoid a scene.
âIâll fuckinâ batter yis!â She snarls, âCâmere anâ say that again! I dare ye!â
Lina knows what Mireska is up to, and the man leans across the table, glaring right into her green eyes with a mocking sneer.
âInvert!â
Lina jumps up like a shot, launching her forehead right into his nose. Pain ricochets through her skull but years of training means she shrugs it off while he falls backwards clutching his face. Sheâs quick to bring the fire out, pinning him down and raining burning punches while he howls. Mireska has his friend, clawing his eyes and swiping him, fighting the old fashioned way as she put it.
As quickly as the fight started, theyâre grabbed by guards and tossed out of the city. Mireska fires two middle fingers up at the gate as itâs slammed shut.
âIs that how yis wanna be?!â She screeches, âWell jokeâs on the lotta yis! I didnât pay me tab, ye shower oâ gobshites!â
Lina places a hand on her shoulder, the fire ebbing away as the adrenaline wears off, rapidly replaced by growing shame.
âAre you alright?â She asks. Mireska turns and spits blood into the grass.
âI hate that word,â she grunts, a fury that seemed to span back years twisting her face. Lina wraps her arms gently around her.
âI hate it too,â she tries to sound soothing but her voice only shakes. âWhatâll we do now?â
Mireska is quiet for a moment, resting her chin on top of her head.
âWe could go fish for bottle ends in the outskirt district?â The chirp returns to her voice, although Lina can tell when sheâs forcing it. However it doesnât stop the chuckle from escaping her.
âHow romantic!â She looks back up at her. âYouâre such a gentleman, do you know that?â
âMore of a gentleman than most fellas,â Mireska shakes her head with a hearty tut. Lina brings a hand up to her face.
âBut thatâs what I love about you.â
#homophobia tw but the assholes get beaten up#hi i hate this but itâs done#i wanted to write smth that showcases my#butch mireska headcanon but i FAILED#dota 2#dark willow#mireska sunbreeze#lina the slayer#fanfiction#dota pride month#dota2
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đŽ closed starter | welcome to love island, @gccdwitch ! đș
Now that everyone's arrived and gathered near the fireplace with a glass of champagne, the hostess has instructed everyone to go around and introduce themselves before coupling up.
Confidently and swiftly, Aisha raises a manicured finger in the air. "I'll go first!" She then takes a sip of champagne before starting her introduction. "I'm Aisha, I'm 28 years old, and I do a lot of philanthropy work. I travel pretty often because of it, but I was born and raised in Calabasas. I haven't been super lucky in love, so I'm here to find a meaningful connection - kind of like a lover and best friend all in one! Someone super fun and easy going would be perfect, so they match my energy."
Being the next person in rotation, Miyoung placed her glass of champagne down and sat herself up. "I'm Miyoung, 23 years old, and from Seoul, South Korea. I'm staying in L.A. right now to work on my acting career, which is super exciting for me!" towards the end of her sentence she giggles, smiling with beaming pride. "Back in Korea I spent all of my childhood working as an actress and model, so I've never had a chance to be in a relationship. But I really would love to experience it." she adds shyly.
Next, "Nice to meet you all, I'm Travis and I'm 27 years old," He smiles, "For starters I'm from Ohio and I'm kind of a creative freelancer. Right now I do a lot of camera work and editing - I mostly help out my buddy make music videos. My life is very laid back and and all about havin' fun in the moment. I'm lookin' for someone spontaneous, go with the flow."
"Cheers everyone! So great to see you - I'm feeling on fire right now!" Claudio laughs and raises his champagne glass. "My name is Claudio, I come from Rio de Janeiro and I am 28 years old. I like to introduce myself as dangerous, confident, good looking - of course - and passionate!" he's very bold in his introduction, but decides to tone it down for his next line. "I got out of a long relationship over a year ago. It's been hard but I'm finally open to finding new love again."
#gccdwitch#âź â claudio âș interactions.#âź â travis âș interactions.#/ hope this works! it seemed like the quickest and easiest way to get the ball rolling#/ let me know if you'd like anything changed <3#đđđ Ù miyoung kang.#đđđ Ù aisha krishnan.
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