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My daughter,,, my dear daughter,,,,,,
Itâs about time I kinda gave you a bit of a redesign and a new ref along with itâŚ
Who am I talking about?
Serenity Peterson ofc!!
Here she is! With her kinda new look and a bit drawn better, Serenityyyy!!
My giiiirlllll ilyyyyy <33333
I honestly didnât think I would make her ref like this. Most of the time I just make my ocs ref be them with a white background, theyâre name and pronouns and done. Plain like that. But nah, I went to do more with Serenityâs new one here⌠used a font with text this time instead of just writing it all down, a light grey background, all that stuff..
Do I regret it? No! It honestly looks more decent this way! A special new ref just for her⌠exactly what she deserves! Looks better than her old plain ref with her old design.
But yea as you can see, she hasnât changed THAT much. Her ninja design is still the same. However, in her ordinary form, her clothes have gotten some few upgrades. And boi, do I feel satisfied with it⌠oh and her own Nomicon is shown too! You can tell the details on it is kinda different from the original Nomicon.. especially the middle part with the ninja head medal thing shown..
Now, I have shown some small info about her already in the old ref⌠BUT! Those were actually written in a rush back then so more stuff about her wasnât really revealed completely and properlyâŚ
so now, I AM gonna do her info much better here!! So you guys can actually know her even better! Some info is still the same but some more is added!
Here we goooo-)
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Serenity (14-15) (she/her)
Full name: Serenity Peterson
- Serenity is a ninja just like Randy but more of a âhiddenâ one, one who takes care of a problem elsewhere (a enemy hidden that had to be taken care of. Kinda like the sorcerer but hidden somewhere else far away.) that no one else knows about while she keeps herself in the shadows and making sure that no one finds out about her since everyone in Norrisville thinks there is only one ninja that protects them.
- i have mentioned it a few times before already but,,, i have a (currently old now but still exists and alive) fan made Rc9gn story that she is apart of which takes part after season 2 called âhidden dangerâ, it explains a bit more about it there along with The cursed Samuraiâs first appearance but thatâs still a story for another dayâŚ
- speaking of the Cursed Samurai, Cursed! Honoka herself, is the mentioned âproblemâ that Serenity was tasked to take care of! Hell, that cursed woman was originally made and still from the âhidden dangerâ story as the main villain! The name of the story is meant to hint to HER since she IS a âhidden dangerâ. (She may be also a minor villain now in the NN AU too along with her being defeated in a different way and normal Honoka getting a different life⌠but she (both the curse and Honoka, and them together) was and still originally is from âhidden dangerâ first along with Serenity!)
- unlike Randy who is called the Ninja when he is beingâŚwell, the ninja. Serenity is called âKunoichiâ. I know, so original. But I think itâs nice. Iâm still thinking about it though, this is a bit of an unsure idea but I donât hate it.
- Serenity is kinda childish, very energetic and a bit of a nerd, usually with hero stuff and actions figures and stuff like that. She isnât really what others may think is âfeminineâ.
- tho even if she is kind of a tomboy. she is fine with dresses and any other âfeminineâ clothing but she prefers to dress more like the main outfit she has right now. Maybe sometimes some baggy clothes or just anything she finds casual, âcoolâ and comfy.
- sheâs bisexual.
- she used to have a crush on Morgan ( yes. MORGAN), thinking she was just so cool and elegant with her dance moves and all. Unfortunately, she got friend zoned. (Morgan didnât really know about her feelings tho, just didnât really have that much interest in her plus the girl didnât even ever try to ask her out) the girl was a bit hurt at first as this was her first crush and all but donât worry, she moved on.
- she looks up to Randy, he has been her role model ever since she had first learned about him when she got the job as the âhidden ninjaâ. She didnât know like his entire life at first, only about the lessons he got (which she also had), his battles, fighting style and a bit of his personality along with his charm. All told and shown to her by her Nomicon. (Yes, she has her own Nomicon.) she found him to be so honking bruce and inspiring that she wanted to be just like him one day and she still, even in the present where they are good friends, wants to follow in his footsteps.
- they meet after the whole crazy stuff has ended in season 2. Serenity, in times when she was not busy doing her own duty, has been in the crowd of students in the school and watched him fight out there but she never tried talking to him because her Nomicon told her not to bring too much attention to herself from anyone else, including letting the main hero himself, this also has to do with her having to stay âhiddenâ.
- Randy and Serenity are the âninja duoâ! Itâs just something a little cute I thought of back then during her development with the âhidden dangerâ story and everything and kept ever since. âThe ninja duoâ thing was suggested by none other then the ninja girl herself back when they first met and she got him to go help her with her problem (cuz while he was doing his own thing in season 1 and 2, the poor girl had a very hard time and always got her ass kicked because of it.), she brought it up while she was being all excited about getting to fight with her role model for the very first time. Randy thought about it at first, accepting it right after.
- after everything that happened in the story (the cursed samurai being defeated for good), Serenity became friends with Randy! And then Howard later on!
- now we all know how the ninja can have powers such as Tengu fire ball, hydro hand, etc. wellâŚ..Serenity struggles with that too. In fact, she can barely use them. Now she has her weapons and moves but for some unknown reason, she has such a hard time using the other abilities no matter how much she trains for them. Itâs almost like sheâs cursed. She isnât, thatâs just what she thinks. Even her Nomicon seems slightly puzzled by this.
- because of this, Randy decided to try helping her with it. And later on, it kinda helps but it still takes alot of time for the girl to be able to use these skills properly so she continues to go on without them for the time being.
- Though later on in the future, she may or may not be able to finally actually do some for the first time ever. And that first ability/power she will be able to use may or may not be ninja rageâŚ.ehehâŚ.
- her family.. is only her and her parents, has always been like that for years.. her parents? Arenât that great honestly. They are pretty neglectful, barely paying attention to her nowadaysâŚbut at least she gets to do stuff she wants outside!
- BTWâŚ. She actually has a stanked form I made for her⌠yep thatâs right, she gets stanked at one point! Not in âHidden Dangerâ but after all thatâŚ.huehuehueâŚitâs old now but it could soon be remaked..
In case youâre wonderingâŚ. Her stanked forms a big moth⌠:3
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And thatâs it!
If you really have read everything here then dang, congrats!âŚ
OkayâŚIâm gonna be fully honest rn⌠these past few days, Iâve been in a mixed mood. Both good and bad.. good cuz Iâm stil alright ig but bad cuz of this small feeling of dread I have in me, one i canât shake off that has gotten me in a kinda bad sad moodâŚ. Iâll try to explain about it in another post when Iâm ready, probably not today tho⌠(itâs nothing TOO terrible but it still bugs me ALOT.)
But drawing Serenity here again with her new fresh look and all, it gives me comfort, similar to how drawing Randy and any other character I love also gives me comfort.. /gen
It may not seem like it but Serenity means a lot to me, more than you think. Thatâs why I keep calling her âmy daughterâ like now, itâs not just only me being silly. Well kinda but still- I used to draw her so much with Randy years ago along with Howard sometimes.. way before others like Esther, Seth, his team, and even Nobu along with their AU existed!
I honestly want to draw her some more⌠just like old times.. ^^
Hope yall wonât mind a bit more of Serenity content for awhile(?)âŚ
#rc9gn#ninja show#rc9gn oc#art#drawing#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja oc#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja#oc#ref#redesign#kinda#my dearie here once again#hehehehe..
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Pairing- Jo Yuri x fem reader
Genre- Smut
Word count- 4026
Warnings- 18+ interaction only, Dom Yuri, overstimulation, teasing, light power play, grinding, oral, fingering praise kink, light begging, NSFW
A/N: JO YURI MY QUEEN đ
The stage lights were the only thing that made sense to you anymore.
Rows of gels, perfectly aligned spot fixtures, dimmer switches responding to the rhythm of your fingersâit was all control. Clean, logical, satisfying. You didnât need to stand under the lights to appreciate them. You made the stars shine. That was enough.
Until she noticed you.
âHey,â came a voice behind youâlow, melodic, and casually intimate.
You didnât have to turn around to know it was her. Jo Yuri. Soloist. Angel-voiced. Too beautiful to look at directly under full spotlight. Somehow more dangerous in the half-dark of rehearsal spaces.
You turned anyway, wiping your hands on your cargo pants and trying not to flinch under her gaze. She wore a cropped hoodie and track pants, her hair slightly damp from dancing. There was a casual charm to her like she didnât even know what she was doing.
âEverything good with the rigging?â she asked, tilting her head.
âYeah. Just⌠checking presets,â you mumbled, motioning toward the light board beside you.
Yuri leaned against a nearby case, close enough for you to see the faint sheen of sweat along her collarbone. âYou always talk like the lights are your children.â
You blinked. âI guess I just⌠like things to behave.â
Yuri smiled, and it was criminal. âI bet you do.â
You quickly looked away, heart stuttering in your chest. Jesus. Was she flirting? Or was that just how idols spoke to their staff? Polite. Disarming. Always on. You hated not being able to tell the difference.
âAnyway,â you muttered, fingers flicking switches to cover your embarrassment, âyouâve got another run-through at seven.â
Yuri didnât move.
Instead, she asked, âDo you ever stay to watch?â
You paused.
âNo,â you said, slowly. âNot usually.â
She nodded like she expected that. âShame. You make the light look like magic. Feels like you should see it, too.â
The words sat heavy in your chest long after sheâd walked away.
You stayed late.
You told yourself it was to fix a flickering strobe in rig four, or maybe double-check the gobo alignment for tomorrowâs rehearsal. But you knew that was a lie. A comfortable one, sure. But still a lie.
The theater was hushed now, its usual bustle replaced by the distant hum of air vents and the occasional creak of cooling metal. The silence after a long day of music was always strangeâlike the space was holding its breath.
You were just packing up your toolkit when a soft melody drifted in from center stage.
You froze.
It was Yuriâs voice. Humming. Soft and low, threading through the air like silk. You peered around the curtain edge, heart skipping.
She was standing under one of the still-active presetsâa warm amber wash spilling over her figure. She hadnât changed out of her rehearsal clothes, her hoodie sleeves pushed up, revealing delicate wrists and the subtle tension in her fingers as she swayed slightly to the music in her head.
She hadnât noticed you yet.
Or maybe she had.
âYouâre still here,â she said without turning.
You swallowed. âYeah. Just⌠finishing up.â
Yuri glanced over her shoulder, her eyes catching the stage light just right. âI was hoping you might be.â
That stopped you cold. âWhy?â
She turned to face you fully, taking a slow step down toward the edge of the stage. âBecause I donât like going home right after rehearsals. Itâs too quiet. Too fast. But sometimes, if I linger⌠I see you.â
You had no answer for that.
So she kept talking. âYouâre always moving. So focused. Like the world disappears when youâre in front of that board.â
You finally found your voice. âYou make it easy to focus. Youâreâgood. Precise.â
Yuri smiled. âThat sounded dangerously close to a compliment.â
You gave a breathless laugh. âDonât get used to it.â
She stepped off the stage entirely, now only a few feet away. Her tone dropped, quiet and sincere. âI meant what I said earlier. You should watch sometime. From out here. Itâs different from the booth.â
âI donât really like being⌠seen.â
Yuri tilted her head, considering you. âWhy?â
You shrugged. âPeople like you are supposed to be in the light. Not people like me.â
Her expression shiftedâsomething softer, almost wounded. âYou donât see yourself clearly, do you?â
Before you could respond, the lights above flickered violentlyâthen shut off.
Darkness.
Total and sudden, broken only by the dull red glow of the emergency lights in the wings. You froze.
âShit,â you muttered, fumbling for your phone flashlight. âSorry. Something mustâve trippedâmaybe rig four again, or the breakerââ
Yuri touched your arm, and you nearly dropped your phone.
âItâs okay,â she said quietly. âIâm not scared.â
You werenât either. Not of the dark, anyway.
Just of her being this close. This open.
The emergency lights painted her in soft crimson edges, like the last warmth of a setting sun. Her face was inches from yours now. You could smell the faint trace of her vanilla body spray, mixed with something unmistakably herâclean sweat, warmth, life.
âCan I ask you something?â she whispered.
You nodded.
âWhy do you always run when I talk to you?â
âI donâtââ You started, then stopped. Sighed. âBecause itâs hard to believe someone like you would mean it.â
She leaned in even closer. âI mean every word. Every time.â
And then she kissed you.
There was no hesitation, no build-up beyond the weeks of quiet tension that had been simmering under the surface. Her lips were soft, but firm with intent. You froze for half a second, and then melted into her.
She tasted like mint and something sweeter.
Her fingers slipped into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head, to deepen the kiss. You whimpered softly against her mouth, your hands clutching the edge of her hoodie like a lifeline.
When she pulled back, her breath was ragged. Her eyes were dark.
âYou gonna run now?â she asked, voice low.
âNo,â you whispered. âNot this time.â
Her fingers tightened in your hair, holding you there like she wasnât doneâlike sheâd only just started.
And she had.
Yuri kissed you again, harder this time. Hungrier. Like sheâd been waiting for this longer than you had. Your back bumped into one of the black draped flats near stage left, hidden from the world, but close enough to the emergency lights that you could still see the soft curve of her face. The way her eyes flicked down to your lips, then back to your eyes like she was memorizing you.
You gasped when her hands slipped under your shirt.
âCold?â she whispered, teasing.
You shook your head, voice breathless. âNo. Just⌠not used to this.â
âTo being touched?â Her voice dipped low, husky.
âTo being wanted,â you admitted, before you could stop yourself.
Yuri paused. The silence stretchedâbut instead of pulling away, she pressed her forehead to yours.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â she murmured.
She kissed your jaw, your neck, her mouth moving in a slow trail down toward your collarbone. Her hands were under your shirt now, roaming up your sides like she was mapping you. Her fingertips were warm, calloused in the subtlest way, dragging lightly across your skin. It was maddening. Intoxicating.
And it felt good to let go.
You grabbed her hoodie, tugging her closer until your thighs bumped, bodies flush. She smiled against your neck.
âTell me what you want,â she whispered.
You didnât thinkâyou just answered. âYou. Like this. Just donât stop.â
Her hoodie came off first, slow and deliberate, leaving her in a black sports bra that clung to her in all the right places. She stripped you next, pausing only to run her fingers over the skin just above your waistband, like she was savoring every inch.
âYouâre so soft,â she whispered, more to herself than to you. âSo fucking pretty.â
You felt heat coil low in your stomach at the sound of her cursing. It wasnât something you heard from her on camera. This Yuri was private. Real. And she wanted you.
Her hand slid down the front of your pants, over your underwearâjust enough pressure to make your hips buck against her.
âYouâre already wet,â she murmured, pleased. âGod, babyâŚâ
You moaned as her fingers pressed more firmly, circling, teasing. She kissed you again, swallowing the sound, moving her hand just right while her other palm cradled the back of your head.
You felt yourself unraveling already, like your body had been waiting for her all this time. The attention. The care. The quiet need.
And Yuri gave it freely.
She whispered praise into your skin, her fingers moving in slow, torturous rhythms over your soaked underwear. âThatâs it. Just like that⌠Let me make you feel good.â
You were panting now, your thighs trembling. You clutched at her shoulders, nails digging in lightly, and Yuri groaned at the sensation.
âYouâre so responsive,â she said, voice thick with want. âSensitive everywhereâŚâ
She slid your underwear down and kissed you again, her tongue parting your lips at the same moment two fingers slipped inside you.
You gasped, clutching her harder. She moved with a precision that was both careful and greedyâcurling her fingers at just the right angle, grinding her palm against your clit with every thrust.
âFuck, Yuriââ
âIâve got you,â she whispered. âJust let go for me.â
And under that soft red glow, in the quiet backstage dark where no one could see youâwhere you could finally stop hidingâyou did.
You came with a choked cry against her neck, your body trembling as the waves rolled through you. Yuri held you steady, her fingers never leaving you until your legs gave out and you collapsed into her arms.
She caught you like she expected it. Like sheâd wanted this too badly to let you fall.
She kissed your temple, your cheek, your lips againâsofter now, her hands gentler.
âStill with me?â she whispered.
You nodded, dazed. âYeah⌠God.â
Yuri laughed softly, nuzzling against your skin. âWeâre just getting started.â
Your body was still twitching when she eased her fingers out of you.
Slow. Purposeful.
You whimpered at the loss, your thighs still trembling, but she hushed you with a kissâsoft lips dragging across yours, the gentleness a striking contrast to the way sheâd just wrecked you.
âYouâre so responsive,â she whispered again, like she couldnât stop marveling at it. âI could do that all night.â
You leaned into her touch, dizzy with afterglow, your body warm and slick with sweat beneath your half-peeled clothes. But Yuri wasnât done. Not even close.
Her eyes roamed over you, hunger returning in full force.
âLie back,â she said softly, nodding toward one of the low padded storage benches along the backstage wall. âThere.â
The tone in her voice brooked no argument.
You obeyed, heart thudding, as you eased back onto the cool vinyl surface. It was wide enough to hold you, barely. Yuri followed you down, kneeling between your parted thighs, her palms dragging up along your calves as she positioned you exactly how she wantedâopen, exposed, completely hers.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve imagined this,â she murmured, eyes locked on yours. âSpreading you out. Making you fall apart again.â
You swallowed hard, your body already aching with anticipation.
Yuri leaned in and kissed your inner thigh, slow and deliberate, her mouth hot and wet against your skin. Another kiss, closer. Then her breath ghosted over your core.
You squirmed.
âHold still,â she said firmly, her fingers gripping your hips. âLet me taste you.â
And then her mouth was on you.
Your breath hitchedâthen shattered into a moan as her tongue parted you with unbearable precision. She licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your soaked folds, teasing first, then pressing in deeper. Her tongue circled your clit with maddening skill, alternating between gentle flicks and steady suction, all while her fingers dug into your thighs to keep you right where she wanted you.
âYou taste so fucking good,â she breathed against you. âI could live between your legs.â
You gasped her name, clutching the bench edge until your knuckles went white. She hummed in approval, the vibration shooting straight through your core. Your hips tried to jerk upward, but she pinned you down effortlessly, holding you open as her tongue worked faster, messierâsloppier in a way that made your toes curl.
The heat built fast.
Too fast.
Your whole body was tightening again, your nerves raw from your first orgasm, now hypersensitive to every slow drag of her tongue. Yuri seemed to knowâenjoyed it, even.
âYou gonna come again for me?â she murmured, licking her lips before diving back in. âI want to feel it this time. Want to watch you fall apart.â
Your reply was a strangled moan. You were already there.
Your thighs clamped around her head, your body arching off the bench as the second orgasm slammed through you, harder than the firstâsharp, blinding, all-consuming. Yuri groaned into your cunt like sheâd been waiting for it, holding you through every twitch and cry, her mouth relentless.
Only when you were shakingâoverwhelmed, gaspingâdid she finally pull back.
Her mouth and chin were slick, glistening in the dim red light. She licked her lips and grinned, flushed and triumphant.
âFuck, that was beautiful,â she whispered, crawling up over you, her body pressing fully against yours nowâskin on skin, chest to chest. âYou okay?â
You nodded, dazed, barely able to form words.
âColor?â she asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You blinked. âGreen. Very green.â
That smile came againâsoft, crooked, and a little wicked.
âGood.â
And then her hand slid between your legs again.
You gasped, hips jolting. âYuriâ!â
âIâm not done,â she whispered, mouth grazing your ear. âI havenât even let you touch me yet.â
You whined, overwhelmed but craving more. Needy. Desperate.
Her voice dropped lower. âAnd I want you begging for it.â
You tried to catch your breath, body lax and shaking, but Yuri didnât give you a moment.
Her hand slid back between your legs with unhurried purpose, her fingers feather-light against your soaked, swollen skin.
You jolted, hips twitching away instinctively. âY-Yuri, waitâ!â
A breathy laugh escaped her. âOh, no. Youâre not done yet.â
You whimpered, a high, needy sound you barely recognized as your own. But Yuri just smiledâsmirkedâas she gently cupped your overstimulated pussy, pressing her palm down so you couldnât move away.
Your body tensed, every nerve ending screaming, pleasure now razor-sharp and unbearable.
âYouâre so sensitive now,â she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. âAll twitchy and soft and messyâŚâ
She ran a single finger through your folds, not even pushing inâjust a slow, lazy glide that made you flinch and moan.
âFuck,â you choked out, your voice shaking. âIâI canâtââ
âYes,â Yuri said firmly, tilting your chin up to make you look her in the eyes, âyou can. And you will. For me.â
You bit your lip, your thighs threatening to snap shut, but she simply pushed them apart againâstronger than she lookedâand slipped two fingers back inside with maddening ease. The stretch was too much, too soon, but your cunt clenched around her anyway, greedy despite the ache.
She saw it.
Felt it.
And smirked again.
âYou like this,â she whispered. âBeing so fucked out you canât think.â
You whined. âYouâre so meanâŚâ
Yuri leaned down, her lips brushing your ear. âYou love it.â
Then her thumb pressed against your clitâjust a light touch, but your back arched instantly, a broken sob spilling from your lips.
Your whole body was on fire now. Every drag of her fingers felt like lightningâdelicious and cruel, a punishment and a gift. You were thrashing in her grip, overwhelmed by sensation, by heat, by her voice murmuring praise and filth in equal measure.
âThatâs it, baby⌠So pretty when you begâŚâ
You hadnât realized you were begging until the words left your mouth.
âPleaseâplease, Yuri, Iâfuck, itâs too muchââ
She slowed her thrusts just enough to make you feel the stretch, the ache, the slick sound of your cunt taking her so easily. Your whole body trembled.
âYou can give me one more,â she whispered, lips trailing down your neck. âOne more. I want to see you break.â
You sobbed as the tension rose again, unbearable and fast and sharp. Yuri kept you pinned open, never letting you twist away, her thumb stroking tight circles that had your whole body on edge.
And then you shattered.
The orgasm hit like a wave crashing against rockâviolent, uncontrollable. You screamed her name, your nails raking down her back as you convulsed, clenching hard around her fingers.
Yuri groaned into your throat, like the sound of your pleasure alone got her off.
âThatâs it,â she whispered. âThatâs fucking itâŚâ
Your body gave out entirely, shaking and boneless, your vision flickering with stars. Yuri finallyâfinallyâeased her fingers out, your slick coating her hand.
You whimpered as her palm brushed your clit again, even by accident. She chuckled.
âSensitive,â she teased. âSo cute when you whine.â
You blinked up at her, dazed, flushed, ruined.
âCanât believe I made you come three times,â she said with a smug little grin, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek. âYouâre going to be thinking about this every time you see me on stage, arenât you?â
You managed a shaky nod, your voice barely a whisper.
âYes.â
_____
You were barely thereâbody still twitching, chest heaving, skin damp with sweatâwhen Yuri leaned down and kissed your jaw again, almost tender. Almost.
Her thighs straddled your hips, her hands bracing on either side of your shoulders. You could feel the heat radiating off her core as she shifted forward, grinding slowly, letting her clothed pussy drag across your bare stomach.
She was soaked.
And smug about it.
âThink you can give me a little more, sweetheart?â she asked, voice syrup-sweet but wicked under the surface.
You blinked up at her, dazed. âIâI donât think I can moveâŚâ
Yuri smirked, leaning closer until her mouth brushed yours. âGood. You donât need to. Just lie there and let me use you.â
The way she said it made your breath catchâcommanding but reverent. Like she knew she had you completely, and wouldnât waste a second of it.
You nodded slowly. âPleaseâŚâ
That single wordâsoft, needyâmade something in her eyes darken.
She shifted up your body, knees planting to either side of your ribs, and slowlyâso slowlyâpeeled her soaked underwear down her thighs. You couldnât look away. The way it clung to her skin, the slick sheen between her legs, the flushed pink of her lips as she revealed herself to you⌠she was glistening.
And she saw you staring.
Yuri gave a breathless little laugh, full of heat. âYou look ruined. Like youâd worship me if I let you.â
âI would,â you whispered. No hesitation.
That made her moan. Low. Rough.
She braced one hand on the wall behind your head, then used the other to guide herself down until her soaking core pressed directly against your lower stomachâgrinding just enough to make her exhale sharply.
âSo fucking warm,â she breathed. âGod, youâre perfectâŚâ
Then she shifted lowerâdeliberatelyâuntil her slick center hovered just above your thigh.
She looked into your eyes as she slowly lowered herself, her pussy dragging against your bare skin. The moment she found the right angle, her hips jerkedâjust slightlyâand a choked moan escaped her lips.
âOhâfuckââ
Her rhythm started slow. Careful.
Grinding down in steady, controlled circles as her clit found friction against your leg. Her slick coated you, every glide sending sparks up her spine. You watched, breathless, as Jo Yuriâidol, composed and flawlessârolled her hips with quiet desperation, chasing her own high on your body.
Her head dropped back slightly, her chest rising and falling with shallow gasps. One hand squeezed your shoulder for leverage, nails digging in lightly.
âYou feel so good,â she panted. âJust⌠fuck, just let me ride youâŚâ
You whimpered in response, dizzy from the sightâher flushed face, her sweat-damp hair, the soft curses spilling from her lips with each grind of her hips.
âKeep looking at me,â she said suddenly, eyes snapping open. âI want you watching when I come.â
You did.
And it was the most beautiful thing youâd ever seen.
Her pace quickened, more erratic now, her breaths sharp and shallow as her thighs trembled against your ribs. You felt how close she wasâhow her whole body tightened, her stomach twitching, her rhythm faltering.
âIâmâclose, fuck, Iâm gonnaââ
You moved your thigh just enough to add pressure. That was it.
Yuri shattered.
She cried out, high and broken, as her orgasm ripped through herâhips grinding desperately, riding out every wave until she finally collapsed forward onto your chest, panting, her whole body slick and shaking.
You wrapped your arms around her instinctively, holding her close as her breath stuttered against your neck.
âFuck,â she whispered again. âIâve never⌠Iâve never come like that.â
You smiled into her hair, dazed and spent. âGood.â
She laughed softly, lifting her head to look at youâreally look. Her eyes were soft now, no teasing, just warmth.
âNext time,â she murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw, âIâm going to ride your face.â
You groaned. âYouâll kill me.â
Yuri smiled, wicked and lovely. âWhat a way to go.â
_____
The silence after was thick and warm.
Yuri lay on top of you, her weight comforting, her breath still uneven against your collarbone. Your arms curled around her without thought, fingers tracing lazy patterns down her back, grounding you both.
Neither of you spoke for a moment.
Just the low hum of backstage electronics, your mingled breathing, and the rhythmic thud of your heart trying to remember what ârestâ felt like.
Then Yuri stirred, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder.
âYou okay?â she murmured. It wasnât teasing nowâjust raw concern, hidden in softness.
You nodded. âMore than okay.â
She pulled back just enough to see your face, her thumb brushing gently across your cheek. âYouâre completely wrecked.â
âWhose fault is that?â you breathed, smiling weakly.
She smirked. âI regret nothing.â
You laughed softly, and the sound made her whole expression soften. Not the smirk this timeâsomething quieter. Sweeter.
Yuri shifted to lie beside you, arm slung low across your waist. Her fingertips traced aimless shapes over your skin, like she couldnât stop touching you, even now. You turned to face her fully, your foreheads almost touching.
âThat wasâŚâ you began, but the words got stuck in your throat.
She filled them in. âEverything?â
You nodded.
âYeah,â you whispered. âEverything.â
There was a pause. Then:
âYouâve always looked at me like that,â she said, voice barely a breath.
You blinked. âLike what?â
âLike I was something you couldnât have.â Her hand moved to your chin, lifting it gently. âYou can stop doing that now.â
Your chest squeezed at the quiet certainty in her voice. There was no need for bravado. No performance. Just Yuriâreal and close and impossibly sincere.
You leaned in and kissed her again. Soft. Slow. Like a promise.
âI donât want this to be just tonight,â you admitted.
Her smile was immediate, crooked and full of heat. âGood. Because I havenât even taken you on a real date yet.â
You flushed. âYouâve already ruined me in a supply closet, but now youâre worried about dates?â
She grinned wider. âIâm a woman of class.â
You snorted. âSure you are.â
Yuri leaned in again, this time pressing her lips to your temple.
âWeâll figure it out,â she whispered. âCameras or no cameras. I want this.â
You swallowed hard, emotion pooling low in your throat.
âOkay,â you whispered.
She nuzzled into your neck, her arm pulling you closer as your bodies tangled under the heat of the night.
Somewhere above you, the lights onstage flickered back to full. The crew would come looking soon. But for now, in the hush between worldsâbetween the Yuri the world adored and the Yuri who held you like sheâd never let goâyou were safe. Spent. Wanted.
And you didnât need the spotlight anymore.
You had her.
#blissfulflw â fics#kpop#soloist#Jo yuri#Jo yuri x reader#Jo yuri x you#Jo yuri x fem reader#yuri#yuri x reader#yuri x you#yuri x fem reader#smut#slow burn
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i cant believe fontaine finally cleaned up its archon quest writing and learned to Actually Proper Balance its npc screentime with its playable character screentime. and yet. AND YET!!! THIS is the nation where i end up hyperfixating on the historical figures with no official designs.
#rambling#genshin#i am DANGEROUSLY close to speedrunning the âhyperfixated on a blorbo > loosely based in canon headcanons > 'thats just your oc'â pipeline#with the narzissenkreuz institute kids#im dying so much to see what happens next that im just making up shit in my mind functionally đ#if they wont give me more quest for like another month then i will do it myself đĽđĽ#but actually they should take their time with the quests. my impatience is my own fault and should not be the basis for a rushed story#anyways. i cant believe they finally got solid playable character writing in the archon quests#and instead of hyperfixating on lyney who checks like. almost EVERY blorbo preference box of mine.#im obsessed with an oceanid world quest đ and some random journals#something something tragedy something something#i think i just really loved the intrigue and mystery of it all. slowly finding all the notebooks and piecing together#who did what and wtf went down#was SO satisfying. it was so cool to figure out#i was live reacting to the oceanid quest in a discord channel with some friends and you could literally SEE my thought process go from#âthis quest boring as shit idc about oceanid roleplayâ to âoh wait they're actually commenting on the nostalgia themes nowâ to#âHEY WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE THE NAMES CONNECT?!?!â#especially since when i started doing all that the wiki didn't have character pages for most of the narzissenkreus institute kids#beyond like one to two sentences#and so the moment i saw that rene's page was like an actual paragraph and mentioned the kvarnah quest i was like HOLY FUCK#anyways!!!! genshin's writing has been surprisingly good recently#but still. i cant believe they finally managed to get me attached to a random npc! a random HISTORICAL npc for that matter!!!!#inazuma and sumeru wishes they had that#i think another part of it is that fontaine has been good about giving its historical figures consistent personality and character voices#and also character drama! like there's a LOT to latch onto here especially since they're letting you see it firsthand instead of only notes#and since they've tied it back to the present in a couple of very obvious ways it makes the connections easier to latch onto#and also since there's less people to worry about#i still don't understand inazuma history tbh. there were too many damn people and they all blended together in my mind...#they all had like overlapping jobs too ueghhjk#âthis guy was a master of [weapon] and died in the catacylsmâ describes like at least 3 people who are only ever mentioned in artifact sets
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With a bit of sculpting experience under my belt, I felt like making the first 3 orbs took way too long, so I tried making the other 3 all at once. Sculpting 3 at the same time, carving 3 at the same time, sanding 3 at the same time, etc etc. Turns out that is absolutely the better strategy :P
Sooo yeah, with Necromancer, Biohazard, and Diesel Baron orbs done at once, that means that as far as I'm concerned, my little Ramattra orb collection is done :P They're all definitely messy (the base skin one, the first one I've made somehow turned out the best of the bunch), but aren't they just charming together~
#Borb's Scribbles#Ramattra#Overwatch#biohaz' orb is oddly plain compared to the rest#it has such minimal carving it feels like just a painted ball#diesel baron did ramattra dirty in the face but holy shit its orb SLAPS#the steampunk aesthetic and color palette are so cool#and a gigantic pain to make with all the details it has lol#necro's is also really dope with all the cracks it has#i can't have so many balls on my keys so i'll have to figure out a use for these guys :P#ideally together because collections are satisfying to look at
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actually I would quite like to hear your thoughts on gender philosophy in omegaverse worldbuilding? :3
hm. anon, I fear this is a far larger can of worms than you probably anticipated. I'm going to spare you the worst of it by only giving you a short version, but be careful what you wish for.
I'm also hiding it under a cut because even the short version is embarrassingly long.
I'm hardly a connoisseur of omegaverse content, nor would I consider myself anywhere near an expert. I don't want to speak for all fics as I've admittedly not read many. I did do my master's diss about legal gender recognition, so this is more about gender and philosophically sound worldbuilding than an indictment of any particular writing or story tbh.
the short answer is I find omegaverse worldbuilding really interesting, but I've never fully been able to enjoy it due to the way a/b/o identities tend to have a biological determinist slant to them imo, and tendency for a lack of real world implications of what the omegaverse does to gender and character interactions anywhere outside the bedroom. I'd love to figure out a version that's more inclusive and philosophically/ideologically consistent, both with itself and with my own views on real life gender (basically, I want to make it make more sense, have less biological determinism, and be more inclusive of the wider range of human experiences). this is a big task, and ngl I haven't achieved it and don't anticipate doing so any time soon. I have like, a concept in my head, taking apart all the key pieces and putting them together again but different, but to make it thorough enough would require more effort and time than I have because I'm like, employed đ
I feel like someday if I ever get invited to a powerpoint night though, this could be It.
#i'm sorry if this isn't a satisfying answer. i genuinely don't know how to explain this concisely#feel free to follow up if you want - it's not that i don't want to talk about it. i just don't want to write an entire thesis on your dash#originally i'd started drafting a long version to put under a read more or something#but then i went off on wayyy too many tangents#there was stuff about transness#there was stuff about intersex people#there was something about blood types#there was extrapolation to implied historical a/b/o discrimination and the presumed historical fight for omega suffrage#there was more than that too but i realized i was sounding a little like the pepe silvia meme so i stopped myself#i mean i still have all these thoughts and i'm like keeping notes and stuff. the omega suffrage thing is going places.#but tumblr dot com might not be the place for me to figure it out live on the spot#fr tho this is the sort of thing i'd genuinely want to study more full time if i ever went back to academia to do something frivolous#i wish i could cite sources and stuff for you. i want to be an academic expert. unfortunately i have a real life job :(#cool enough for asks#.txt#anon#about#secondary gender studies tag#<- there. fine. since i'll probably come back to this someday. last thing i need is cluttering up my real actually useful tags
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I couldnât stop staring at those long, slender fingers as they lifted the glass of red wine to her lips, as they carefully cut up the meat with her knife and gracefully brought the food to her mouth...
She looked at me and smiled. "You always tend to provoke controversy, just like a Venus flytrap. Do you long for a sword that much?"
#im unwell.#ooh there are so many thoughts happening.#ok the main <33 of this is that whenever i have the urge to look at this dialogue again i search âvenusâ in my big cool document.#and that is so. so. *fallen peter pose but with hearteyes*#my work#arakawa shuuji#from madness with love#sillyposting#i hope its clear that she is. eating. me.#both metaphorically and actually this time.#yadayada i love my wife. we know this. NEXT#anyway its very ironic that this piece about cannibalizing me is eating me alive. i dont think this is GREAT work and#i dont know why i shaded it the way i did and the hands still look weird and the plate perspective is off and. youknow.#selfdeprecating art stuff.#despite this being still way better (imo) than the guy-standing-there i usually doo#like i took a reference picture of myself. i figured out harmonious colors maybe..#there is actual meaning and purpose behind the things i did this time.#all of this is âbetterâ than what im used to. and still im less satisfied with it than my older works.#its frustrating.#i need to stop thinking about thiss and enjoy my wife.#my lovely wife....... yes. this is what ill do.#ok =w=bb let me talk about that last thingie she says.#i already mentioned what the venus is doing to me mentally.#but the thing is.... this is a silly game.#she and the other characters are CONSTANTLY saying nonsense. actual nonsense.#and. that makes this seem like just more random stuff. but it isnt to me.#especially the mention of the venus flytrap is intentional. i feel that.#ok i actually reached the tag limit so let me be brief:#im mentally normal about the fact that she = venus flytrap.#im also normal about her linking herself to famed murderweapon the sword by saying i long for [her]it. =w=b
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computer ENHANCE

the red/orange is custom obviously but yeah I finally figured it out after a month of scratching my head like "that's not a jazz bass... doesn't look like a telecaster... he's clearly not playing a Squier anymore..." I have figured it out. thank you gettyimages
#the smaller text on the headstock does look like a different font than the website's so that's still slightly a mystery to me#but it's SOOO satisfying to have finally figured this out without even having to go ask my dad skdkfjskfn#anyway I love the fact that he's using three different versions of the same bass just in different colors for this tour akdkfjskfj#honestly though I do love how the pickguard is such an unusual shape though it looks very cool#she speaks!#fob#fall out boy#pete wentz#I was just thinking that the tuner layout on his bass is super distinct bc usually all four are on the upper side of the headstock#but this one has one of them on the bottom which is pretty recognizable imo#(I'm used to teles or p basses bc my dad is generally a fender guy)#also pete's has less knobs on the body??? idk man I'm just some random nerd who likes bass guitars
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my god i am ADORING the fontaine world quests so much they are so good
#personal stuff#thorn plays genshin#i love how they all show different sides of fontaine while also being connected!!!! and we get pieces of the puzzle with each quest!!#all the alice in wonderland imagery too. caterpillar........ also lyris being called the ''red empress''.....like the red queen perhaps?#and taking everyone back to the ordo after each quest is so cool and satisfying because it really feels like it's building to something#and we'll finally get to see the whole puzzle and figure everything out and AUUGH.#just the whole doomsday clock + the ??? domain talking about the apocalypse and how no more civilizations will be made#and caterpillar's comment that maybe we're already living in the apocalypse. HMM. maybe we are#jsut AUUGH. it's so so so cool. i love lore :]#though each one is supremely fucked up in different ways. and i love it#ann's whole thing with Stories and how what stories are told about you shape who you are as a person#and all the alice in wonderland stuff in her quest#the whole thing with elynas and jakob in seymour's quest. plus the book of revealing with canotila.#then everything about the Master that we learn from caterpillar???#me going on the wiki like hey what the fuck is going on. and going WAIT THE INSTITUTE AND THE ORDO ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS#okay that makes more sense. the institute split and the ordo was made of the people who believed in the abyss and apocalypse stuff#OH MY GOD ALAIN AND MARY-ANN ARE SIBLINGS. sorry this is not a huge reveal i just didn't know what their connection was#i'm not reading all the artifact descriptions sorry </3#anyway i'm psyched i love siblings.#ALAIN MADE HER A ROBOTIC DOG TO PROTECT HER. cries and explodes forever i love you sibligns. wtf#but yea the master being a fucked up rebirth combo of lyris and rene.#and caterpillar possibly being created from the master's memory of carter who was also ''prepped for rebirth'' by rene before his dissolvin#NO BUT ACTUALLY WHAT THE FUCK. in ann's story lyris giving up her ''time'' to freeze narcissus. what the fuck was that about#with the context that she and rene dissolved and were stripped of personality to become the Master which caterpillar calls narzissenkreuz#?????????#god. remember when i said i felt like i needed a corkboard and red string to figure this stuff out. still true#i could just read the wiki but the black + white contrast makes my head hurty. thank you <3
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#periodical life updates#(<- NUMBER 3!!!) I FINISHED THE ANIMATION AND EVERYTHING FOR THAT PROJECT AND SENT IT OFF! super excited!!#it looks really cute! i tried my best and im mostly satisfied of where i landed <33#it's my little sibling's birthday today!! it's also the first official meeting of lgbt club!! (the other event was a fun lgbt mixer)#my backpack smells bad. like mildew or mold maybe? urgh its awful and gives me a headache. i might need a new one. i dont know. urghhh.#my programming homework is due today!! yike!! but other than that my personal projects with deadlines are all done!#INIQUITY NOW THAT YOU HAVE TIME ARE YOU FINALLY GONNA WORK ON YOUR SELF SHIP BLOG?? YES!! HOPEFULLY!!#truthfully i /have/ been working on it on the side. it looks decent but the colors;;; i have always been pretty sht at color picking?#i can adjust with filters but without that im like. a little not good yet lmao. gotta do some studies sometime perhaps#BUT YAY EXCITED!! ive got some rambles and doodles and a tag system and f/o info which is extremely cumbersome (affectionate)!!#also i have new fandom ocs for the latest dimension 20 campaign and im so delighted heho <33 this campaign is literally so fun.#im watching it with my sibling when its done!! OOH ALSO I FIGURED OUT HOW TO PNGTUBE AND i will likely never use it BUT COOL!!#i dont like. talk. lmao. my art streams are 1) silent 2) rare 3) only shared with my siblings. pngtuber is a little useless. but CUTE!!#i got boba tea yesterday!! sandy bought it :3 <3 and we're having pho and cheesecake later and i might plan out a little excursion today?#like i might get a treatsie. OR i'll just sit on campus as usual and get a mango smoothie and draw for a while (or work on homework.)#(lets be honest its likely the former. i might get a little back into traditional? ooh or maybe i'll practice my asl?) HEY THOUGH.#ive been thinking about making a henrey stickmn (ask)blog to practice asl? like. no plot. just henry teaching ellie and charles asl#really funny considering my Real concept of an askblog for THSC. not ace or eca; but a secret third thing (â) ;)#then again since when have i EVER followed through on an askblog lmao?? damb im all over the place today. we're already hitting tag limit#okay!! 3 AM!! if im going early tomorrow i gotta eep! goodnight everyone i love you!! see you tomorrow if i have the energy and time!!
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Some old wips that i never finished but i still like some things about them
#my art#artists on tumblr#btw the first one was supposed to be emi and benito but i couldn't figure out how to draw benito so i gave up#AND I DIDNT LIKE THE WAY EMI'S EYES LOOKED LIKE TOO#the other two are my oc that i call journalist most of the times#i have made many redesigns for him and changed his eyes MANY MANY TIMES#he has a new design now that i am satisfied with#i can say some cool stuff about him one day if you guys want lol#or just when someday i decide to go ânah check my oc outâ#and post the information that no one asked for lol
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#ive been looking thru pics from this summer and damn do i have allot unfinished paintings and drawings#and some of them r pretty cool and original too but i just could not see it at the time#i felt the urge to work largely without reference which yielded cool stuff but it was also allot harder to figure out when smth was done#and when i felt that something was missing it made it harder to identify what that may be#anyways im doing smth in gouache for the first time in over a year and im gonna stick to it bc i dont wanna repeat the pattern#plus i dont wanna waste the fancy big format paper its on lol#anyways im quite confident and happy with the result when directly working frm references but artistically i just dont find it satisfying#i might work up the courage to post some unfinished stuff bc why not#also i found some rly cool thumbnails and ideas id forgotten about#music#Bandcamp#omg also i had this awkward ass moment where i was trying to walk past a guy and he like kept on getting closer to me even tho i was at the#edge of the sidewalk and kept on matching my pace even when i was nearly running#and like throwing glances at me until i finally passed him at an intersection#maybe im just overthinking but its like he wanted it to seem like i was with him or smth?#but he didnt try to talk to me#anyways ive had much worse interactions with men#its jst embarrassing to think ppl may have thought i was with that rando fuckboy looking man#and ive been celibate by choice for years now so mayb that contributes to me being esp put off and self conscious at the idea of coming#accross differently
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I've already known I'm bisexual for a while but I'm also bye-sexual (on the asexual spectrum) now so. Yeah.
#text#kursed rambles#i mean in the long run it doesnt really matter#nothing changed about me just the labels i attached to me so ig its cool#i am at least pretty satisfied that i finally have some progress on my âam i aceâ conundrum though#i am on the ace spectrum but i cant figure out if im demi or nah#eh i'll find out eventually. ill just give it some more time
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when the leaves turn



summary: as the seasons change in jackson, so does your relationship with joel. It starts with small thingsâhis quiet presence outside the schoolhouse, how he keeps bringing you books for the kids or how his gruff demeanor softens just slightly when he talks to you.
pairing: jackson!joel miller x fem!teacher reader
word count: 8k
content warnings: slight reader description, y/n used once or twice, slight slow burn, fluff, some angst, maria appearance, ellie being ellie, grumpy joel but soft, kissing but at the end.
a/n: request from anon. inspired by autumn/winter months. divider by @saradika-graphics.
August
Autumn in Jackson smelled like wood smoke and damp earth, like something settling in before the frost. Maybe that was why it always felt like a fresh start. Or maybe it was because school began then, and with it, the quiet thrill of sharpening pencils, smoothing out worn pages, and watching young minds spark to life.
The air carried a crisp bite in the mornings, warming just enough by midday to make the schoolhouse feel less like a drafty old cabin and more like a place where something good could grow. You tried to hold on to that feeling now as you stood in the small room, surveying the meager stack of books on the shelf. Five. That was it. Five stories to last an entire year.
Maria did what she couldâshe always didâbut Jackson could only provide so much. Food, shelter, safety. The essentials. Books, though? Books were sacred.
The kids deserved more. They deserved to get lost in stories, to hear unfamiliar words roll off the tongue, to dream beyond the walls of this town. And right now, all you had were the same five dog-eared volumes, ones that had already been read so many times the kids could recite them back to you. They needed more.
Youâd mentioned it offhand, a passing comment to Maria or Tommyâhow the kids were running out of new books to read, how their little library shelves were looking thinner by the week. You hadnât thought much of it at the time.
Maria had brought it up to Joel once in passing, maybe while handing out patrol assignments or over dinner at the hall. Though he didnât say much in responseâjust a slow nod, a quiet grunt of acknowledgmentâheâd kept it tucked away.
After that, every time he rode beyond the gates, rifle slung across his back, he started looking. Not just for threats. Not just for supplies.
For books.
For the kids, at least. Thatâs what he told himself.
When Maria stopped by the schoolhouse, a small stack of books cradled in her arms. She set them down on your desk with a satisfied smile.
âLook what turned up,â she said, brushing the cold from her sleeves.
Your eyes widened as you reached for the top oneâa hardcover copy of Charlotteâs Web, its edges worn but still intact. Beneath it, a few dog-eared paperbacks, pages yellowed with time but still readable.
âOh, Maria,â you breathed, running a hand over the covers. âWhere did you find these?â
She waved a hand. âYou mentioned needing more. Figured Iâd keep an eye out.â
You smiled, touched by the gesture. âThank you.â
Maria didnât correct you. Didnât mention the real reason those books were here. Just shot you a knowing look before heading back out into the cool autumn breeze.
That day, you watched as the kids excitedly flipped through the pages, some still having to share, but none of them seeming to mind. Their little fingers traced over faded words, their voices rising with excitement as they pored over the ânewâ books. It was worth itâseeing them light up like that.
A few days later, more books appeared.
Five of them were stacked neatly on the steps outside the schoolhouse. No note. No explanation. Just left there in the quiet of the early morning.
You glanced around, expecting someone to step forward, maybe one of the townsfolk who had extras lying around. But no one lingered nearby, no one waiting to be thanked.
Possibly Maria had found more books but something about it didnât sit right.
Then it happened again and again.
Every few days, another small pile of booksâsome more battered than others, their covers soft with age, spines cracked, but pages still intact. Someone was going through a lot of trouble to bring them here.
And you were determined to find out who.
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âMaria?â You called as you spotted her walking through town one Saturday afternoon, bundled up against the lingering chill in the air.
She turned, offering you a polite smile. âWhatâs up?â
You fell into step beside her, arms crossed. âHow have you been finding all of these books?â Your voice was casual, but your curiosity slipped through.
Maria blinked, then let out a small chuckle. âOh,â she shook her head, a little amused, a little knowing. âI didnât find them.â
Your brows furrowed. âThen whoââ
âActually, Joel hasââ
You stopped mid-step. âJoel?â
Mariaâs smirk deepened, but she didnât add anything else, just gave you a meaningful look before continuing on her way.
Joel.
You found him that afternoon, just as he was tying off his horse near the stables, fresh from patrol. His jacket was dusted with dried mud, his knuckles scuffed like he mightâve had to wrestle somethingâor someoneâon the way back. And slung over his shoulder, nestled in his pack, you could just make out the edges of another book.
You crossed your arms and cleared your throat. âSo⌠you wanna tell me why youâve been sneaking books onto my porch like some kind of storybook bandit?â
Joel exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as he unbuckled the saddle. âAinât sneakinâ,â he muttered. âJust droppinâ âem off.â
You stepped closer, tilting your head. âAnd where exactly are you finding all of these?â
He grunted, shifting his weight like he wasnât sure why this was even a conversation. âOut there.â A vague nod toward the gate. âOld houses. Shops. Whateverâs left.â
You studied him, trying to piece it together. Joel wasnât the type to go out of his way for things that werenât necessary. He took care of what needed to be doneâpatrols, keeping Jackson safeâbut this?
This was something else.
His fingers flexed against the strap of his pack, like he was debating whether to keep holding it or shove it into your arms and walk away.
âYou didnât have to do this,â you said softly.
Joel finally looked at you then, eyes flickering with something unreadable. He swallowed, a muscle ticking in his jaw.
âKids need somethinâ to do,â he muttered. âBetter than runninâ around causinâ trouble.â
You huffed a quiet laugh. âYou sure itâs just for the kids?â
His gaze dropped for half a secondâjust long enough for you to notice.
Then he shook his head, pulling the pack from his shoulder and thrusting it toward you. âGot more in here,â he said, clearing his throat. âFigure youâll know what to do with âem.â
You took it, fingers brushing his. His hand was warm, rough from years of work, and the moment lingered longer than it needed to.
âThank you, Joel.â
His lips parted slightly, like maybe he had something to say. But instead, he just gave a short nod, stepping back, putting space between you.
As he turned to go, you couldâve sworn you saw the corner of his mouth twitchâjust the slightest hint of a smile.
September
Youâd slowly worked your way into Joelâs life. Not that heâd admit itânot out loud, anyway.
It had started with the books, but there had always been something about him that intrigued you. Even before that. The way he carried himself and spoke in that quiet, measured way, like he only said what was worth saying. How he seemed to be made of sharp edges but had the softest touch when it came to the people he let in.
The books had just given you an excuse to talk to him.
And once you started, you didnât want to stop.
You made a habit of waving when you passed him in town, throwing a casual âHey, Joelâ over your shoulder as you carried on with your day. At first, all you got in return was a nod. Maybe a grunt.
Then, one day, he actually said âHeyâ back.
After a while, he started stopping when you stopped.
He never lingered long, always busy with somethingâfixing the fencing near the sheep pen, hauling supplies, heading out on patrol. But he let you talk to him, and that was something.
Small talk at firstâhow the kids were doing, whether the new batch of patrol recruits were worth a damn, what Jackson needed more of before winter hit. Nothing special. But the more you spoke, the more he softened. You saw it in how he lingered a little longer when you crossed paths, how his gaze didnât dart away as quickly, how his nods turned into real answers.
Like today.
âI love this time of year,â you said one afternoon, adjusting the lesson plans in your arms as you passed Joel near the hall.
Joel glanced up from where he was adjusting his pack, one brow raised. âWhyâs that?â
âItâs the beginning of autumn,â you said, shifting the stack of papers against your hip. âThe air gets crisp, the leaves start turning.â A small smile tugged at your lips. âOr maybe Iâm biased.â
His gaze lingered for a second longer than usual. âBiased how?â
âWellâŚâ You hummed, pretending to think. âItâs my birth month.â
Joel let out a quiet huff, shaking his head. âYeah, see, that explains it.â
You grinned. âAnd what about you? Whatâs your favorite month?â
âDonât have one,â he answered too quickly.
You raised a brow. âNo favorite month? No favorite season?â
âTheyâre all the same,â he muttered, adjusting the strap of his bag. âJust depends how miserable the weather wants to be.â
You rolled your eyes. âOkay, well, what about the worst month?â
âSeptember,â Joel said immediately, shifting his pack higher on his shoulder. âItâs forgettable.â
Something about the way he said it made you pause.
Not because of the words, but because of the way his jaw tightened, the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Like the answer had been waiting there, right at the surface, ready to slip out the second you asked.
Forgettable, heâd called it.
The way he said it made your stomach twist. Like he wasnât talking about the month at all.
You didnât push. Just nodded, shifting the papers in your arms. âHuh.â
Something about the way he said it didnât sit right. Like, he didnât mean September was forgettable. Maybe he meant he was.
And thatâs when it clicked.
You kept your expression neutral, storing the information away. If you were rightâand you had a feeling you wereâhis birthday was coming up.
Joel exhaled through his nose like he was already done with the conversation. âYou need help with those?â
You blinked. It was the first time heâd ever offered.
âNah, I got it,â you said, watching as he gave a small nod and started walking away.
You let him go because even if Joel Miller hated his birthday, you already knew you werenât going to let it pass unnoticed.
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You found out from Tommy that Joelâs birthday was September 26th.
He hadnât meant to tell youâjust an offhand comment, muttered between sips of coffee as he patched up a tear in his glove. But the second the words left his mouth, Tommy went stiff, like heâd said something he wasnât supposed to.
âHe donât like to talk about it,â he warned, his voice quieter now. âLost Sarah...â
Joel had lost his daughter that same day.
The weight of it sat heavy in your chest that night, curled up under a too-thin blanket, staring at the ceiling. You wanted to do something, but how did you celebrate a day that only brought him pain? The thought made your throat tighten, eyes burning as you buried your face in the pillow.
You couldnât fix it. Couldnât take away the hurt.
Maybe you could give him something that didnât feel like a celebration but still meant I see you.
The answer came sooner than expected.
It was a chilly afternoon when you spotted Joel walking toward you, his shoulders hunched against the wind. His usual scowl was in place, but something was different.
He was carrying something.
âHey,â you greeted, shifting the basket in your arms as he came to a stop in front of you.
Joel exhaled through his nose, his gaze flicking away like he was already second-guessing himself. Then, without a word, he reached into his pack and pulled out a small, wrapped bundle.
Rough brown paper, tied with twine.
He held it out. âHere.â
You blinked. âWhatâs this?â
Joel sighed, looking somewhere over your shoulder like this whole thing was deeply inconvenient for him. âYou said September was your birthday month.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
Carefully, you took the bundle from his hands, fingers grazing hisârough, calloused, warm even in the cold. You pulled the twine loose and peeled back the paper.
A mug.
Not just any mug. Sturdy ceramic, a little chipped at the rim, but glazed in a deep, autumn gold. You could tell it was old but well-made, like the kind youâd find in a house that had once been a home.
You swallowed past the sudden lump in your throat. âJoelâŚâ
He shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. âFigured you might need one,â he muttered. âSee you haulinâ coffee to the school every morninâ. Thought⌠well. Just thought.â
Your fingers curled around the handle. It fit perfectly in your palm.
It was nothing grand. Nothing fancy, but it was thoughtful.
You looked up at him, warmth spreading through your chest. âThank you.â
His ears tinged pink. He gave a stiff nod like he wasnât sure what to do with your gratitude.
Your heart pounded. Now or never.
âActuallyâŚâ You hesitated. âI have something for you too.â
Joelâs head snapped up, eyes narrowing slightly. âFor what?â
You bit your lip, gripping the mug a little tighter. âFor your birthday.â
Something passed over his faceâquick, fleeting. His jaw clenched, his fingers flexing at his sides.
He shook his head. âYou donât gottaââ
âI know,â you cut in softly. âI know you donât like your birthday. But⌠I still wanted to do something for you.â
Joel went quiet.
You let the words settle between you, watching the tension in his shoulders, the way his mouth pressed into a firm line like he wanted to argue but couldnât quite find the words.
Then, finally, he exhaled, slow and measured. âWhat is it?â
You smiled. âCome by my place later and find out.â
His eyes flickered with something unreadable. He hesitated. Then, after a long pause, he gave a small nod.
That evening, there was a knock at your door.
Joel stood there, arms crossed, looking like he wasnât sure if he regretted showing up or not.
You grinned. âCome in.â
He did, stepping inside cautiously, gaze sweeping over the cozy spaceâbooks stacked in uneven piles, a blanket draped over the couch, the faint scent of something warm in the air.
You grabbed the package from the table and turned to face him. âHere.â
He stared at it. Then at you.
Slowly, he reached out and took it.
He unwrapped it carefully, calloused fingers making quick work of the twine. The paper fell away, and Joel went still.
A flannel shirt.
Dark green, lined with soft fleece on the inside. Thick enough to keep him warm on patrol, but not too heavy. Well-made, just like the one he always woreâthe one you knew had been patched up more times than you could count.
His fingers smoothed over the fabric, quiet.
You shifted on your feet. âI noticed yours was getting pretty worn,â you murmured. âThought you could use another.â
Joel swallowed, still staring at it.
For a long moment, you thought maybe youâd overstepped. That heâd shake his head, shove it back at you, mutter something about how he didnât need it.
Instead, he surprised you.
He cleared his throat. âItâs⌠nice.â A pause. âThank you.â
Your chest ached at how hesitant he sounded. Like he wasnât used to someone thinking about him, let alone for him.
You smiled. âHappy early birthday, Joel.â
He looked at you then. Really looked, and for the first time, he didnât seem quite so uncomfortable with the weight of it.
OctoberÂ
October had settled into Jackson with crisp air and golden leaves crunching underfoot. The town buzzed with preparations for Mariaâs fall festival: strings of lanterns hung between buildings, tables were set up with baked goods, and the faint scent of cinnamon and apples drifted through the streets.
Joel had tried to ignore the whole thing. Tried.
But then youâd mentioned itâoffhand, casual.
âYouâre coming, right?â Youâd asked, tilting your head at him as you straightened a pile of books in the schoolhouse.
Joel had grunted, which you took as hesitation.
You just smiled. âCâmon, it wouldnât kill you to have a little fun.â
And somehow, heâd found himself agreeing.
Now, Ellie sat across from him at the dinner table, stabbing at a slice of pie with unnecessary force, a wicked glint in her eye.
âIâm so excited for the dance,â she said, too loud, flashing Joel a knowing grin.
Joel grunted, trying to appear disinterested as he scooped up another bite of stew. âMhm.â
Ellieâs grin widened. She was a shark who had scented blood.
âIs your girlfriend gonna be there?â she asked, dragging out the word obnoxiously.
Joel nearly choked on his food. He shot her a glare. âShe ainât my girlfriend.â
Ellie gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like sheâd been personally wounded. âWow. Harsh.â
Joel exhaled sharply through his nose, setting his spoon down with a little too much force. âI ainât havinâ this conversation with you.â
âOh, you so are.â Ellie leaned in, elbows on the table, smirking. âYouâve been actinâ all weird lately. Like, more than usual.â
âI donât act weird.â
âYou so do.â She started counting on her fingers. âYouâve been nice to people. Like, actually talking to them instead of just grunting. You suddenly care about how you look before you leave the houseââ
Joel scoffed. âThe hell I do.â
Ellie ignored him, grinning wider. âAnd the other day? You were smiling. Like, a real, actual smile.â
Joel picked up his spoon again, pointing it at her. âYou donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
Ellie kicked her feet up on the chair next to her, completely undeterred. âOh, but I do. You like her.â
Joel tensed, his jaw ticking. Ellie just sat there, smirking, waiting for him to deny it.
He didnât.
Instead, he focused on his food, muttering under his breath, âEat your damn pie.â
Ellie beamed in victory.
âCanât wait to see you two at the dance,â she sang, hopping up from the table and grabbing her plate. âGonna be so romantic.â
Joel groaned, rubbing a hand down his face.
What the hell had he just agreed to?
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The hall had been transformed. Twinkling lanterns hung from the rafters, casting everything in a warm golden glow. Tables were lined with mismatched candles, their tiny flames flickering against the cool draft seeping in from the open doors. The scent of cider and baked apples filled the space, blending with the sound of laughter and the soft strum of a guitar from the corner.
You stood near the refreshment table, hands wrapped around a warm mug, watching as couples twirled across the wooden floor. It was almost normal.
For a moment, it was easy to pretend the world wasnât broken. That beyond Jacksonâs walls, there werenât infected lurking in the shadows, waiting to take all of this away.
You shifted on your feet, smoothing a hand over your dressânothing fancy, just something simple, warm enough for the crisp autumn night, paired with your trusty boots. The fabric swayed gently as you moved, and you felt a little lighter, a little more⌠hopeful.
Then, the door swung open, and your breath caught, causing your heart to do a stupid little flutter at the sight of him.
Joelâs hair was combed backânot slicked, not perfect, just neater than usual, like maybe heâd actually put in some effort. He wore a deep green flannel, the one youâd given him for his birthday, unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves pushed up to his forearms. He wore jeans, boots, and his usual belt. Still very much Joel, but softened somehow.
Beside him, Ellie smirked up at him, clearly impressed.
âDamn, look at you,â she teased, elbowing him as they stepped inside. âWho knew you could clean up this nice?â
Joel shot her a look. âI ainât cleaned up.â
Ellie snorted. âYou so are.â Then, as if just noticing you, her smirk widened. âOhhh, I see now.â
Joel followed her gaze, his eyes landing on you. His movements slowed, just for a second.
Then he exhaled through his nose, shifting on his feet like he was suddenly self-conscious.
You smiled. âYou made it.â
He grunted, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. âYeah, well. You asked.â
Ellie gasped, loud and exaggerated. âWait. Waitâdid Joel Miller just admit he came here for you?â She turned to him, grinning. âThatâs, like, the most romantic thing Iâve ever heard.â
Joel shot her a withering look. âGo away.â
Ellie only cackled, grabbing a cup of cider from the table. âNah, I think Iâll stick around and see how this plays out.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âBe nice, Ellie.â
Ellie snorted. âI am being nice. You shouldâve seen him before we leftâkept grumbling about how this was a waste of time. And yet, here he is.â
Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. âI swear to Godââ
You stepped closer, tilting your head up at him. âYou do look nice, though.â
Joelâs hand dropped. His gaze flickered to yours, something unreadable behind it.
A slow breath. Thenâso soft you almost missed itââYou too.â
A warmth spread through you, settling deep in your chest.
Ellie groaned, dramatically rolling her eyes. âOh my God, just dance already.â
Joel scowled. âAinât happeninâ.â
Ellie grinned. âWeâll see about that.â
You chuckled, taking a slow sip of your cider, already scheming.
Ellie, ever the troublemaker, smirked one last time before making a half-hearted excuse and disappearing into the crowd, leaving you and Joel standing there alone.
You turned to him, offering a fresh cup of cider. âHere.â
Joel hesitated for just a second before taking it, his fingers brushing against yoursâwarm and rough.
âThanks,â he muttered, eyes fixed on the floor like the damn woodgrain had something interesting to say.
You smiled, watching him. It was strange, seeing him hereâout of place but present, the usual tension in his shoulders just a little looser. The lantern light flickered over his face, casting soft shadows along the sharp angles of his jaw, catching the silver in his hair.
Then, the band struck up a new tune.
Your breath hitched. That song.
An old favorite, one you hadnât heard in years. Something soft and slow, the kind of melody that wrapped around you like a warm embrace.
You set your cider down, turning to Joel with a grin. âCâmon.â
His brow furrowed. âWhat?â
âDance with me.â
Joel stiffened, shifting on his feet like youâd just asked him to recite poetry in front of the whole town. âNah.â
You sighed dramatically. âJoel.â
âNope.â
You took a step closer. âItâs just one dance.â
âI donât dance.â
âYou do.â
âI donât.â
You arched a brow. âNot even back in the day?â
Joel huffed, eyes darting to the side like he was contemplating an escape route. âThat was different.â
Your lips twitched. âDifferent how?â
He exhaled sharply, tilting his head back before looking at you again. âYou ainât lettinâ this go, are you?â
âNope.â
Joel stared at you for a long moment. You could see the war in his eyesâthe reluctance, the hesitation.
Then you reached for his hand, and he let you.
His palm was broad, calloused, fingers twitching slightly under yours. You squeezed gently, giving him an out if he wanted it.
He didnât take it.
With a quiet sigh, Joel let you lead him toward the dance floor, moving stiffly at first, like his body had forgotten how this worked.
âYouâre gonna be fine,â you teased softly, placing his free hand at your waist.
He swallowed. âYou say that now.â
You started to sway, guiding him with slow, easy steps. After a beat, he followed.
The tension in his shoulders faded gradually, his grip firm but careful, like he wasnât sure how much space to leave between you. You took the liberty of closing the distance just a little more, your body brushing against his as the music hummed around you.
He smelled like worn leather and cedarwood. It made you feel safe.
His hand at your waist flexed slightly. His thumb brushed absentmindedly against the fabric of your dress, barely there, but enough to make your breath hitch.
You tilted your head up to look at him. His gaze was already on you.
Something unreadable passed between you.
âYouâre not bad at this,â you murmured.
Joel scoffed, shaking his head. âNot sayinâ I like it.â
You smiled. âSure, Joel.â
He huffed, but his fingers curled a little tighter at your waist, holding you closer. His grip wasnât hesitant anymore.
âYouâre aâŚâ He started, his voice low, rough.
You grinned. âPain in your ass?â
Joel exhaled sharply, something close to a laughânot quite, but enough to make your stomach flutter.
âNo,â he muttered, shaking his head. âWas gonna say somethinâ else.â
You tilted your head up at him, eyes bright with mischief. âOh? Like what?â
Joelâs jaw tightened, like he was debating whether or not to take the bait. His gaze flickered away for a brief second before landing back on you, something unreadable in those deep, hazel eyes.
âYouâre persistent,â he finally said.
Joel let out a quiet grunt, but there was no real bite behind it. His thumb brushed absently along your waist just enough to send warmth curling through you.
âYou always this difficult?â he asked, his voice quieter now.
You hummed, swaying a little closer. âOnly with you.â
Joelâs fingers twitched against your waist. His eyes held yours, something shifting in them, something softer than before.
âI shouldâve known,â he muttered, but his voice had no frustration. If anything, he sounded almost⌠amused.
You grinned. âYouâre gettinâ used to me, though.â
He shook his head, but his lips twitched just enough for you to notice. âDonât know âbout that, sweetheart.â
December
Autumn was long gone, swept away with the last of the golden leaves. Winter had settled into Jackson with an unforgiving gripâbitter winds, thick snowfall, the kind of cold that seeped into your bones no matter how many layers you wore.
Today was no different.
Snow had started falling in the early afternoon, dusting the rooftops and piling in soft drifts along the streets. By the time class ended, the steady flurries had thickened into something heavier, swirling outside the schoolhouse windows.
Most of the kids had already rushed out the door, eager to get home before the worst of it hit, but a few lingered behind, helping you straighten chairs and gather up scattered lesson papers.
Then, the door creaked open, and a burst of cold air followed Joel Miller inside.
He stomped the snow from his boots, shaking his head as he pulled the scarf from around his neck. A familiar worn satchel was slung over his shoulder, and he made his way toward your desk, setting a small stack of books down with a quiet thump.
âFound these on patrol,â he muttered, glancing at you before shifting his weight like he wasnât sure if he should linger.
You brushed your hands off on your skirt and stepped closer, fingertips trailing over the covers. âYouâre making a habit of this,â you mused, looking up at him.
Joel grunted, rubbing a hand over his beard. âDonât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
You smirked with an expression that readâSure, Joel.
Before you could tease him further, the wind outside howled, rattling the old windowpanes. One of the kidsâLucy, a bright-eyed girl no older than sevenâpaused in the middle of stacking the bookshelves.
âSounds bad out there,â she murmured.
Another gust of wind shrieked against the schoolhouse walls. The fire in the woodstove crackled, but a draft crept in beneath the door, chilling the air. You frowned, moving to peek outside.
Your stomach dipped.
The gentle snowfall from earlier had turned into a full-blown storm. White-out conditions. The streets had already disappeared under a thick, shifting blanket of snow, and the wind howled through town, sharp and biting.
Joel came up behind you, close enough that you felt his warmth. âStormâs settinâ in fast,â he muttered, voice low.
You turned to the kids, trying to keep your voice calm. âAlright, looks like weâre stayinâ put for a bit.â
Lucyâs little brother, Daniel, fidgeted. âFor how long?â
Joel crossed his arms. ââTil it clears up enough to walk home safe.â
The words werenât unkind, but Danielâs face still fell. His lip trembled, and he blinked up at Joel, eyes wide. âBut what if it doesnât stop?â
Joel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. You could see the exact moment he caved, the hard lines in his expression softening just slightly.
Kneeling down, he met Danielâs worried gaze head-on. âAinât the first storm Iâve seen, kid,â he said, voice gentler now. âWonât be the last. Nothinâ to do but wait it out. Weâre safe here.â
Daniel sniffled but nodded.
You hid a smile, glancing at Joel as he stood back up. He caught you looking and huffed. âWhat?â
âNothing,â you said innocently.
He narrowed his eyes, but before he could press, another voice piped up.
âWhat do we do now?â Lucy asked, shifting on her feet.
Joel glanced at you. You both knew the worst thing to do was let the kids sit in silence, stewing in worry.
You clapped your hands together. âWe make the best of it.â
A few skeptical looks.
âEver had a snowstorm sleepover?â
Lucy perked up. âLike⌠camping?â
âExactly like camping,â you said brightly. âExcept warmer.â
Joel snorted. âDebatable.â
You ignored him. âWeâve got books, a warm fire, and if weâre luckyâŚâ You shot a glance at Joel. âMaybe some stories?â
Joel sighed, already shaking his head. âI ainâtââ
âCâmon, Joel,â Ellieâs voice suddenly called from the doorway.
You turned just in time to see her waltz in, brushing snow from her shoulders. âOh, hell yeah,â she grinned, glancing around at the kids. âWe havinâ a storm party in here?â
âYou shouldnât be out in this,â Joel muttered, but there was no real heat behind it.
Ellie shrugged, flopping onto a chair. âRelax, old man. I barely had to walk a block.â
She turned to the kids, nodding toward Joel. âYâknow, heâs real good at tellinâ stories. Bet if you bug him enough, heâll spill a good one.â
Joel scowled. âEllie.â
Ellie grinned, leaning back. âWhat? Just sayinâ.â
You smirked, crossing your arms. âGuess itâs unanimous, then. Looks like youâre up, Miller.â
Joel exhaled sharply, glaring at Ellie before looking back at you. For a second, he seemed like he might refuse. Might grumble something about how this was your problem, not his, but then Daniel looked up at him again, eyes still a little wary, still searching for reassurance.
Joel sighed, shaking his head. âFine.â
Cheers erupted from the kids. Ellie whooped, shooting you a smug look.
You smiled, settling in as Joel pulled up a chair.
He leaned back, arms crossed, eyes scanning the small group in front of him like he was still debating whether this was worth his time. But then Lucy wiggled forward eagerly, Daniel tucked himself into the corner of the worn-out couch, and even Ellie leaned in slightly, clearly expecting a show.
Joel sighed, like he was already regretting this, and thenâhe started talking.
You leaned against your desk, watching him. Hanging onto every word.
At first, you were just listening, like everyone else. But then, your focus started to shiftânot just to what he was saying, but how he was saying it.
The way his deep, low voice wrapped around the words, rich and slow, his Texan drawl stretching certain syllables, dragging out vowels in a way that sent a shiver up your spine.
God.
How had you never noticed it before?
His voice wasnât just roughâit was warm, like whiskey on a cold night, settling deep into your bones. There was a cadence to how he spoke, how his gravelly tone smoothed over certain words and sharpened on others.
The fire flickered beside him, its glow catching the silver in his hair, casting deep shadows along the strong cut of his jaw. He wasnât a performer, wasnât trying to beâbut he had the room in the palm of his hand, his voice steady, sure, filling the space between the crackling woodstove and the howling wind outside.
You swallowed, fingers gripping the edge of your desk.
Shit.
This was bad.
Youâd always liked Joel. Always found him intriguing in that quiet, rough-around-the-edges way. Now it was something deeper, dangerous.Â
You had it bad.
The worst part? You werenât even sure when it had happened. Maybe it was the books or the way he always looked out for the kids. Maybe it was the rare, reluctant smirks he sent your way or how his hands lingered just a second too long when he handed you something.
Or maybe it was just him.
Joel Miller. A man made of sharp edges and quiet kindness, of steady hands and a voice that had somehow curled itself around your heart without you realizing it.
âYou listeninâ or just starinâ?â
Your eyes snapped up.
Joel was looking right at you, brow raised, mouth twitching at the corners like he already knew the answer.
Heat rushed to your face. âIâIâm listening.â
Joel hummed, unconvinced. His gaze flickered downâjust for a secondâbefore returning to yours. His fingers tapped against the armrest of his chair.
âYâlook real deep in thought over there,â he mused. âSomethinâ you wanna share with the class?â
Ellie perked up immediately. âOhhh, yeah, what were you thinkinâ about?â She shot you a wicked grin. âWaitâwere you staring at him?â
Joel groaned. âJesus Christ.â
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. âI was not staring.â
Ellie snickered. âSure.â
Joel just shook his head, exhaling sharply. âYou gonna let me finish this story or what?â
âBy all means,â you said, biting back a smile.
Joel held your gaze for a second longer, something unreadable flickering behind those deep brown eyes. He leaned back again, clearing his throat.
But this time, when he kept talking, you noticed something different.
How his voice dipped a little lower, his fingers curled slightly tighter around the chair. The way his eyes found yours between sentences like maybe he was thinking about you, too.
____________
The snow finally stopped after two long hours, the sky clearing just enough for the late afternoon sun to peek through the heavy clouds. Its weak rays glinted off the thick blanket of white outside, already softening at the edges, turning to slush where footprints had trampled paths.
Joel stood near the door, arms crossed, watching as Lucy and Daniel rushed past him, their boots thudding against the wooden floor. Ellie was right behind them, already packing a handful of snow.
âLast one outsideâs a rotten egg!â she called, shoving her way through the door with a laugh.
The kids shrieked, disappearing into the bright afternoon, their voices echoing down the street.
Joel sighed, shaking his head. âTold âem Iâd walk âem home.â
You smirked, stepping beside him, watching the kids tumble into the fresh snow. âThink theyâll be okay without you?â
Joel scoffed. âBarely.â
You chuckled, shifting slightlyâand thatâs when you realized.
It was just the two of you now.
The schoolhouse was quiet. The fire in the stove had died down to embers, casting a dim, flickering glow against the walls. Outside, Jackson stirred back to life after the storm, but in here, it felt like time had slowed.
Joel hadnât moved. He still stood beside you, close enough that his warmth reached you, despite the cold creeping through the gaps in the door.
You cleared your throat, turning toward him. âGuess that means you donât have an excuse to run off now.â
Joel arched a brow. âWasnât planninâ on runninâ.â
Your lips quirked. âThat so?â
His gaze flickered to yours, steady, unreadable. Thenâso subtly you almost didnât catch itâhis fingers twitched at his side, like heâd thought about reaching for something but thought better of it.
You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of every little thing. The way his hand hovered just inches from yours. The roughness of his knuckles, the calloused pads of his fingertips, how easy it would be to close the space andâ
You shook the thought away.
Joel shifted, glancing toward the table where the stack of books heâd brought still sat. âYâgonna take those home?â
âProbably.â You moved past him to gather them up, but the moment your fingers brushed the top book, another hand beat you to it.
Joelâs.
Your breath hitched.
For a second, neither of you moved. His hand had settled just over yours, warm, solid, his fingers barely curling against your skin. A beat passed. Then another.
You glanced up.
Joel didnât pull away.
His gaze met yours, something flickering behind those deep brown eyesâsomething unreadable, something waiting. The air felt different, heavier, like the storm had never really left.
Then, he cleared his throat and pulled back, grabbing half the stack and tucking it under his arm like nothing had happened.
âCâmon,â he muttered, heading for the door. âAinât lettinâ you haul all these by yourself.â
You blinked, heart still racing, then let out a breathless laugh. âWow. Chivalry isnât dead after all.â
Joel rolled his eyes, holding the door open for you. âDonât make me regret it.â
You grinned, brushing past him, close enough that your shoulder bumped his. âToo late.â
Joel huffed. But as you stepped outside, boots crunching in the fresh snow, you caught itâthat small, almost imperceptible tug at the corner of his mouth.
And you knew.
He wasnât regretting it at all.
FebruaryÂ
âAlright, make sure not to eat the glue sticks,â you warned, hands on your hips, though you couldnât keep the laughter out of your voice.
A few giggles erupted around the classroom.
âI wasnât gonna,â Daniel muttered, even though you had caught him eyeing one earlier.
You shook your head fondly, surveying the scene in front of you. The classroom was a mess of red and pink paper scraps, doilies, and way too much glitter. Some of the kids took their time, carefully writing heartfelt messages in their Valentineâs Day cards, while others scribbled their names in messy, oversized letters before immediately running off to cause trouble.
Still, it was sweet.
Seeing them like thisâcarefree, just being kidsâit made all the chaos worth it.
Once the last of the glue had dried, you clapped your hands. âAlright! Time to exchange.â
Excited chatter filled the air as the kids hopped up from their seats, running around the room to deliver their cards. Daniel handed Lucy one, grinning as he presented his with a dramatic flourish. Ellie, having appointed herself The Valentineâs Day Critic, went around judging everyoneâs artistic abilities, much to the other kidsâ annoyance.
Lucyâsweet, thoughtful Lucyâclutched a card in her hands, biting her lip in concentration.
Then, with a determined nod, she slipped it into her coat pocket and bolted out the door.
Joel had just finished up at the stables when he heard his name being called.
âMr. Joel! Wait!â
He barely had time to turn before Lucy skidded to a stop in front of him, red-faced from the cold, her scarf trailing behind her.
Joel blinked down at her. âSomethinâ wrong?â
âNope!â she beamed. Then, without another word, she shoved a handmade Valentine into his hands.
Joel frowned, glancing down at it. The card was lopsided, the edges trimmed with uneven bits of lace. A few hearts were drawn in the corners, scribbled in crayon, and right in the center, in big, careful lettersâ
Happy Valentineâs Day, Joel!
And at the bottomâLove, (Y/N)
Joelâs entire body locked up.
Lucy rocked on her heels, beaming at him like sheâd just handed him gold.
He stared at the card. His grip tightened slightly. Then loosened.
âWhat is this?â he asked, voice gruff.
âA Valentine,â Lucy chirped, looking far too pleased with herself. âMiss (L/N) made it for you.â
Joel blinked. âShe⌠what?â
Lucy nodded eagerly, her braids bouncing. âShe must really like you. She worked really hard on it.â
Joel opened his mouth. Closed it. Shifted his weight.
He could count on one hand the number of times in his life heâd been genuinely caught off guard. This was one of them.
âUhââ
âWell, see ya later, Mr. Joel!â Lucy chirped, already spinning on her heel and dashing off.
Joel watched her go, still frozen in place, still holding the damn Valentine like it was a live grenade.
His heart thudded once, heavy in his chest. You had made this? For him?
He glanced down at the card again before his feet carried him towards the school.
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You had just stepped out of the schoolhouse, wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck as the cold breeze nipped at your cheeks. The day was already starting to fade, the sun slipping lower behind the rooftops, casting long, golden shadows over the snow-covered streets.
As you locked up the door, you heard footsteps crunching in the frost behind you.
You sighed, already turning. âDid you forget somethââ
The words caught in your throat. It wasnât one of the kids.
It was Joel.
He was holding a familiar lopsided Valentine's card in one hand, gripping it like he wasnât quite sure what to do with it.
Your stomach flipped.
Joel shifted, his jaw working like he was debating something. His other hand was stuffed deep in his jacket pocket, his shoulders tense like heâd rather be anywhere elseâbut his feet werenât moving.
You frowned. âJoel?â
He exhaled sharply through his nose, lifting the card slightly. âYou, uh⌠you make this?â
Your eyes flickered to the crumpled Valentine, the sight of your own name scrawled at the bottom in a handwriting that definitely wasnât yours.
It took all of two seconds to piece it together.
Your lips parted in realization. Lucy. That little menace.
The laugh bubbled up before you could stop it, slipping past your lips, a warm contrast against the chilly air. âOh, Joel.â You shook your head, biting back a grin.
Joelâs frown deepened. âThat a yes or a no?â
You grinned, arms crossing. âItâs a no. But I know who did.â
Joelâs eyes narrowed slightly. âLucy.â
âBingo.â
He let out a heavy sigh, raking a hand through his hair. âJesus Christ.â
You laughed again, watching as he stared down at the card like it had personally offended him.
âShe told me you made it,â he muttered, like he still wasnât sure if he was being messed with.
âYeah, sounds like Lucy,â you mused, shaking your head. âSheâs got a bit of a matchmaking streak.â
Joel grunted. âFigured that out real quick.â
You smirked. âSo. Whatâd you think?â
He blinked. âWhat?â
âThe card,â you teased. âYou seemed pretty torn up about it. For a second, I thought you wanted me to make you one.â
Joel scoffed, but the tips of his ears had gone pink.
âI wasnât torn up about nothinâ,â he muttered, rolling his shoulders like he could physically shake off the flustered energy clinging to him.
You just tilted your head, watching him.
He huffed, stuffing the card back into his pocket like it was evidence of something, like he needed to get rid of it but couldnât quite bring himself to toss it.
That warmth curled low in your stomach again. Because for all his grumbling, for all his attempts to brush this off, there was one simple fact he wasnât acknowledging.
Heâd come all the way here to ask you.
Just to be sure.
The thought made your heart skip.
You stepped a little closer, voice softer now. âWell⌠if you wanted one, you couldâve just asked.â
Joelâs breath hitched, just barely. His fingers flexed at his sides, like he was stopping himself from doing somethingâstepping back, stepping closer.
You bit your lip, smiling. âNext year, maybe Iâll make you a real one.â
Joel swallowed, the muscle in his jaw ticking. Then, after a long beatâ
âYeah,â he muttered, barely audible. âMaybe.â
Then, before you could say anything else, he turned, muttering something under his breath as he stomped off into the snow.
You watched him go, his broad frame cutting through the snow, shoulders tense like he was trying to shake off something that had crawled under his skin.
Maybe that was the problem because you didnât want him to shake it off.
Not this time.
âJoel.â
He didnât stop.
You took a step forward, heart pounding. âWait.â
His pace quickened, boots crunching against the frozen ground, as if putting more space between you would make this whole thing disappear.
Your stomach twisted. âJoel!â
He let out a sharp breath and finally stopped, turning on his heel so fast you nearly ran into him.
âWhat?â His voice was gruff, a little too sharp, like he was already regretting stopping.
The look on his face made you hesitateâjaw tight, lips pressed into a firm line, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. But you swallowed past the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to speak.
âWhy⌠why are you upset?â
Joel scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck, his breath curling into the cold air. âBecause a damn kid embarrassed me.â
You frowned. âNo, I meanââ
âAnd because you think itâs funny.â
âIâJoel, thatâs notââ
âAnd becauseââ
âWill you just shut up for a second?â
The words snapped out before you could stop them, your voice louder than intended.
Joel blinked. His mouth shut, brow furrowing as he stared at you, caught off guard.
Your heart pounded, breath shaky, but you had already started. No going back now.
âIâm not laughing at you,â you said, your voice steadier now. âIâm frustrated because youâre too damn stubborn to see whatâs right in front of you.â
Joel didnât move. Didnât speak.
So you pressed on.
âI like you, Joel.â The words tumbled out before you could second-guess them. âI have for a while. And maybe Lucy saw it before you did, but hellâI see it too. In the way you look at me. The way you show up for me. The way youâre standing here, right now, instead of walking away like I know you want to.â
A long, heavy, unbearable silence hung in the air.Â
Joel stepped forward.
It was slow and hesitant, like he wasnât sure if he was making the right move, but he was. He always had been.
His hand lifted, rough fingers brushing against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was warm, careful, lingering longer than it needed to.
His voice was quieter when he spoke. âYou ainât wrong.â
Your breath hitched.
Joel exhaled sharply, looking down for a moment before lifting his gaze back to yours. âIââ He stopped, shook his head slightly, as if the words wouldnât come out right. But then, finallyââI like you too.â
The words were gruff and unpolished but true.
Something cracked open inside you, something warm that had been waiting for this exact moment.
You barely had time to process before Joel was closing the last bit of space between you, his hands framing your face, his lips pressing against yours.
The kiss wasnât rushed. It wasnât desperate. It was steady.
Like him.
Like something solid and certain, something that had been there all along, waiting for the right moment to fall into place.
God, you melted into it, your hands grasping at the front of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer.
Joel let out a quiet breath against your lips, his fingers tightening slightly like heâd been holding himself back for too long and wasnât sure how to stop anymore.
Neither of you pulled away.
When you finally did, Joelâs forehead rested against yours, his breath warm in the freezing air.
âGuess Lucy was onto somethinâ,â you murmured.
Joel huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. âLittle troublemaker.â
You grinned. âMm. Remind you of anyone?â
His lips brushed against yours, just barely, before he murmuredâ
âNot a chance, darlinâ.â
And then, he kissed you again.
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Mood. We've had to stop playing games like this because we'd get unhealthily addicted to "number go up"
Like we'd get a withdrawal like effect, we'd get anxious about missing out on potential number going up if we didn't have whatever idle game we were obsessing over running in the background of our computer 24/7. Doing schoolwork? Keep it in the background and tab in like every 5 minutes to check in on it and buy upgrades. Planning D&D? Same thing.
Other games that use the "number go up" formula often got greedy with their players and kept trying to exploit their addiction to make them spend money, they made it more and more grindy until it was impossible for free-to-play people like us to keep up. (We didn't have a job, so no consistent money, so that's a reason why we were FTP. I dunno if we would've fallen into the trap of spending tons of money on games like these if we had a consistent income)
After getting disillusioned with our latest "number go up" simulator, I decided to try cookie clicker because I heard it wasn't pay to win. Yeah, I used an autoclicker too. And CC was pretty neat and all, it wasn't exploitative, which I appreciate- it was a grindy game in its purest state, grinding for the sake of grinding, gaining numbers for the hell of it, instead of trying to make money off of players- but since it wasn't actively trying to exploit us with FOMO it let us stop and think, and we realized we don't even enjoy these kinds of games that have taken up hours and hours of our lives.
So we made a rule for ourselves. No more of these games. From now on, we only play games if we're actually enjoying them, not just playing it out of obligation to make the number go higher. And it was really hard to stop playing since we got that same kind of withdrawal effect, the little itch in the back of the head that "I could be more productive right now, if I just had one of those games open in the background while I write I would be more productive" but we had to just fight that.
Anyway, that's not to say nobody should play these games. I'm not writing this to shame anyone for playing them, I'm not trying to sound preachy and hope that it doesn't come off that way- this comic just reminded me of our experience with these types of games and I felt like talking about it since we were addicted to these kinds of games for a good while. Some people will definitely be able to handle the addicting nature of these games better than we can. Some people genuinely enjoy the grind because it lets them just turn off their brain for a little while or not have to focus too much on something. Just be mindful to not let it become an addiction, is all.
So yeah that's the story of how we had an addiction to really grindy idle games
-Emyr (he/it)

#video game addiction#game addiction#emyr post#we used to play idle champions of the forgotten realms an unhealthy amount since we really like D&D#to be fair that game taught us about a lot of important D&D figures we otherwise wouldn't recognize so we're grateful for that#Like Jarlaxle. we wouldn't have known who the hell he was while prepping our out of the abyss campaign without that game having him#and that game gave us an idea for his personality which will be really useful for playing him as an npc#and it also made him grow on us#idk how accurate the game's personality was of him but still we started out indifferent and ended up liking him#as much as we'd like to our adhd prevents us from reading the books with the big famous characters like him and drizzt and bruenor#so we would've had very little exposure to characters like these otherwise#maybe we should listen to audiobooks more. but i digress#they ended up introducing a battle pass thingy and we dipped#because the entire point of season pass battle pass whatever they're called is to exploit FOMO to get you to pay money and we have no money#So we got disillusioned and moved onto the next game#We also played creatures of sonaria on roblox for a very long time#it's not really an idle game in the traditional sense it's supposed to be a creature survival game#honestly the creature designs are awesome and the flight mechanics in that game really feels satisfying to use#like there's flapping and gliding and soaring and wind currents and you have to manage your stamina and aiming downwards makes you faster#really pleasing for me since i'm otherkin#most games just make flight like creative mode minecraft and it's boring#unfortunately it has a gacha system for getting new creatures and the only reliable way to get currency is to afk and check in now and then#so you don't get kicked for afk or die of hunger or thirst#the intention is that you get currency for playing the game more but there's nothing to do as long as you keep your creature fed and watere#the missions system helped this problem a little bit but not a huge amount in our experience#so that's why it becomes afk hell unless you want to hunt other players for sport but killing for fun is generally frowned on by many#since most players are just trying to afk for money since there's nothing else to do#so if you kill them it's really inconvenient for their grind but it's also the only form of entertainment unless a seasonal event is on#and if the seasonal event is on then you feel rushed to grind for event currency to get the cool new creatures#oh today i learned there's a maximum tag cap oops
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The Morning After The Venus Drug
You wake to an ache that runs straight through your muscles and into your bones. Your eyelids feel weighted as you try to blink yourself to consciousness, the fabric of the pillowcase an unexpectedly tough barrier.
You lay on your stomach, bed sheets pooling around your waist. You recognize the weight of Jasonâs arm over you before you see him, hair tousled and face scrunched up against your same pillow.
His cheeks are flushed pink and heâs still perspired, but he looks peaceful. You press the back of your hand to his forehead, frowning at the heat youâre met with.
You try your hardest to unwrap his arm from around your torso without waking him, an action that requires far more energy than you were hoping to capitulate to. But that movement turns out to be nothing compared to the ache felt when you try to move your legs.
A slight shift has you immediately stilling, the soreness between your legs proving to be more severe than anticipated. You stifle a groan, slowly pushing yourself to sit up. You have to take a moment to rest your muscles as your legs hang limp over the side of the bed.
Your legs are shaky and unstable as you try to stand and you nearly fall back onto the bed. You need a few practice steps before youâre able to pick up any actual pace towards the door.
You sit on the side of the tub while you clean yourself up, the skin of your thighs almost too tender to bear the ruggedness of the rag. You canât be sure of how many rounds you went last night, but if youâre in this kind of shape, he must be worse off.
On your way to toss the used cloth in favor of a new one, a glance in the mirror has you double-taking. The hickies scattered across your neck and collarbone are blossoming dark and to be expected. However, the sight of bruises littered across your waist and hips draw some extra attention. They donât hurt, really, the marks mostly bring forth warm feelings.
But you know that Jason wonât feel the same upon discovering them, so you figure it's best to cover them up for now.
You quietly shuffle through the bedroom drawers and pull out one of his gray shirts thatâs even a little big on him. It drowns you out, more than enough to cover your rembrandts from last night.
The floorboards creak as you make your way to the kitchen, steps stiff and awkward. The warm orange light flowing in from the living room curtains is soothing, if not far too bright.
With a restrained pull, you pop the fridge open, careful not to let the unseal make too much noise. You collect a bottle of water and dampen the extra rag with cool water from the faucet.
You tiptoe back to the bedroom, supplies in hand. The mattress springs squeak slightly as your weight returns to them.
One hand comes to rest on Jasonâs back as water from the washcloth drips down your other arm. âHey,â you trace nonsense patterns into his skin, hoping the sensation will be enough to rouse him like it usually is.
But he doesnât so much as stir, still breathing deeply. âJay?â you shake him lightly, âYou gotta wake up, baby.â
His eyes squeeze shut harder and a groan reverberates from deep in his throat. âFuckâŚâ
âHey pretty boy,â you murmur, brushing his hair back. His face burrows further into the pillow as his hand comes up to blindly search for your thigh, kneading your skin once he finds you. âHow you feel?â
âLike I got hit by a train,â he croaks, turning his head hesitantly into the light to look at you. He squints as he takes in the sight of you, slowly shifting onto his back. âAre you hurt?â
You shake your head tenderly, âJust sore.â You hold the water out to him, âHere.â
He looks at the water, then back to you. You huff, âJust drink it. Iâll have some after.â
He perches himself up on his elbow, taking the bottle from your hand with a pout. He chugs down three gulps before pushing the drink back in your hands expectantly. You feel his eyes on you as you take your own sips, only moving to sit up completely when heâs satisfied with your hydration.
He grunts as he adjusts his muscles to the new position, holding a hand out. âLemme see you.â
âIâm alright,â you tell him, trying to mitigate his worry before it begins.
But his face only sterns, voice becoming serious. âThen let me see you.â
Youâre ready to argue more to save him from the sure-to-come guilt, but he tugs your shirt up anyway, blinking a few times to get a clearer look at your skin.
Delicate hands come to hold you by the sides of your ribs, nudging you this way and that to examine the bruises littered across your skin. âOh fuck, baby..â
He leans in close, running featherlight touches over the marks. âI donâtâŚâ his chest drops, âI donât remember doing that.â
You nod in understanding, taking his hands in yours and pulling them away from your body. âThey donât hurt. I like seeing them.â
He peers up at you skeptically and you nod again. âI like them. A lot. I like anything you give me.â
He closes his eyes and drops his head, âI should give you nicer things. Less painful.â
You gently push his face up to look at yours, keeping hold of his cheeks. âYou do give me nice things,â you tell him before pressing a slow kiss to his lips. You rest your forehead against his, âBut I like the rougher things too. Especially when I get them while youâre feeling good.â
His hands cover yours, moving them back down and turning them so he can hold them properly. âYouâre okay?â
âIâm better than okay. Can guarantee Iâm feeling better than you are anyways.â You pull back, scanning over his flushed face. You pick up the rag from your now considerably wet thigh, dabbing his forehead with it. âYou look overheated.â
He relaxes a bit against the coolness, âYeah, the effects of the toxin take a little while to wear all the way off. Itâs not so bad anymore though.â
You nudge him to lay back down, draping the cloth over his head. He looks over you fondly as you lay a light kiss on his collarbone before tucking yourself into his side with closed eyes.

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Booted up Cavern of Dreams for the first time in too long and immediately found and 100%'ed the 2nd world (Airborne Armada)
#Lostleaf Lake is the 1st world and Cavern of Dreams is the hub#one of the eggs was a weird puzzle that i THOUGHT i needed the water monster's help for but i couldn't figure out how to get it to help me#so i got stuck on that and looked it up online mostly just to confirm that it's actually possible at this stage of the game#and i DIDN'T see the solution but i did see someone say it was possible to do early but was one of the hardest puzzles in the game#and then suddenly something clicked and i realized another solution and it worked!#no spoilers tho ;)#still have no idea why that made it click lol#i guess i was just too laser focused on the water monster and somehow reading that shook up my mind enough to have a different idea#it wasn't even that hard of a puzzle#hard compared to the rest of the game i guess#it was a good puzzle too and i'm super satisfied that i managed to solve it on my own#i was very close to reading the solution and spoiling it for myself#honestly still kinda salty that the water monster wasn't a possible solution#the sign said it can walk through any terrain! i made a path for it and everything!#oh well the actual solution was cool too#and i somehow managed to get all of the card thingies!#i don't even know where the last 2 in Lostleaf Lake are#i scanned that world from top to bottom and couldn't find anything#i'll have to come back with more abilities and maybe find secret areas accessible via other worlds i guess#neat thing about the game: it tells you that you can always get all the eggs in a world immediately when you enter it#mushrooms and cards might need late-game powers but all eggs can be obtained without backtracking#it promises you that so you know you aren't wasting your time searching for the last egg in a world. you CAN get it#i love that both for the design decision and for telling the player about that design decision#ka asks
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