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auteurdelabre · 6 months

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Something to Fight For (part 2) Dad!Joel x f!reader

Word Count: 6.2K

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions)

Warnings: This is saccharine slice of life with smut and a Soft!Joel. You have been warned. There is swearing, there is smut, but when it gets to those chapters you will have plenty of warning. (That is if there is interest in my story!)

A/N: This is part of a sweeter series (lots of angst, pining and smut ahead) Also despite Sarah's young age Joel is early 40's in this because slightly grey babygirl DILF Joel is the best Joel.

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Ever since the most uncomfortable blind date in the history of your life, your feelings on Joel Miller aren’t exactly positive ones.

What started as a casual irritation has swiftly morphed quickly into a full blown dislike. The way he'd rushed off that night, the way he'd barely looked at you during the meal, the way he'd made it uncomfortable for everyone. The way he'd never apologized.

You know it's not fair, that after your outburst in the parking lot you left little room for him to be pleasant. And yet the irrational part that recalls the humiliation of him saying that the date was a 'waste of time' clouds this.

The worst part is now that Tommy and Maria are even more officially an item, which means you crossing paths with Joel is inevitable.

Maria is renovating the kitchen of course, which is how she met Tommy in the first place. But now that one of the larger projects are finishing up for 'Miller Construction', she tells you Joel will be dropping by to help speed her own renovations along.

She tells you this as a courtesy you think. And because this isn't your house and you don't pay rent you force a smile a nod when she tells you.

So you decide to suffer through it.

You get very good at not interacting with Joel. If you both happen to be arriving at the house at same time you quicken your pace and go through the back door to your suite.

Maria tries her best to be understanding but you know it hurts her to see you isolating when he's around.

"I know you don't like Joel," Maria says to you over drinks over night. "But I promise he's not always like new was that first night. He's actually really funny."

"I find that impossibly hard to believe."

"It's true!" Maria insists, her eyes luminous from the wine. "He apologized to me for how rude he was that night. Said he was just anxious about Sarah."

You'd wanted to ask her why Joel didn't apologize to you if he was such a fine, upstanding citizen but had decided there was little point. First impressions were everything and you'd both shown your worst.

But your days aren't all Joel focused. In fact today you make your way home with a huge smile on your face and Joel Miller isn't even in the peripherals of your thoughts.

You rush into the house without knocking, as you have always done. Only instead of cooking or reading, Maria is entwined with Tommy on the sofa kissing feverishly.

"I got the grant!"

They break apart like guilty schoolchildren and you pause at the door suddenly feeling wrong footed.

"I'm s-so sorry," you stammer a laugh feeling both embarrassed and amused.

"Did you just say you got the grant?" Maria says, throwing herself from the sofa into your surprised arms. She squeezes you tightly, bouncing excitedly.

"I'm so sorry," you say hugging her. "I didn't know Tommy was here. Hey Tommy."

Tommy gives an awkward wave and smile from the sofa.

"Oh he's fine," Maria assures you. "When do you get the money?"

"They're making it a bit tricky," you admit. "Instead of just giving me a blank check I need to submit the official work orders on the office renovations. Ya know, to prove I'm not lying."

"Annoying," Maria scowls. "So I guess the new kennels are a no-go."

You join her as she sits back at the sofa next to Tommy. You take the seat opposite them in the dark green wing back chair Maria has had since her first apartment.

"There must be a work around," you insist, letting your purse fall to the ground at your feet. "I spoke to James and he said he would think on what we can do."

James is your co-worker extraordinaire, a whiz with money and grant writing. He's the real reason you got this one. The two of you make a very good team. You're good with people, getting donations that way. You easily make human connections whereas James is pure analytical focus.

"Why don't you just get a company to do the Reno's but ask them to keep it vague on details when it comes to receipts?"

You both look at Tommy who is seated at the edge of the couch, his elbows on his knees. He's looking at you both as if his reply is the most obvious thing in the world.

"The things an office Reno would need like lumber, nails, etc are things you could use for making kennels," he continues when he sees both you and Maria looking at him with rapt focus. "Just get the builders not to be specific when it comes to what the structure or structures are when it comes to the invoice you need for the grant."

It's genius. Perfectly simple and yet inspired. And the way Tommy is raising his brows at you makes you think he may just be offering his services.

"Do you know of any such construction company that would do this?" You ask with a sly smile that Tommy returns.

"I might."

Maria looks at Tommy with a gaze of such open devotion that you find yourself blushing. He returns it, and you know that if you weren't here they'd be kissing like mad.

"Alright then," you say standing abruptly. "You're hired."

Tommy does an exaggerated fist pump in the air that has you and Maria giggling. You decide on going over details at your office next week. You're amazed at how well this came together and how quickly.

"Let's go out to dinner to celebrate!" Maria insists with a wide grin. You're about to agree when there's a knock at the door. You watch as your friend goes to the door, because unlike with you they were obviously expecting this guest.

"Good timing," Maria says as she opens the door to a tired looking Joel. He's got a

Carpentry belt slung around his narrow hips. His grey t-shirt is damp at the collar; he's obviously come right from another job.

"Sorry I'm late," Joel says gruffly. "Couldn't get Marko to stop talking and finish the fencing properly."

"No worries," Maria assures him. "We were just chatting about renos."

"My favorite subject," Joel smirks. He's looking at Maria but his eyes eventually swim over to you. You make sure not to be glancing in his direction when they do.

Irritation is overtaking the good mood you'd been savouring, like a bucket of cold water to the face. Joel Miller's mere presence has you agitated.

"Were you still needing me to finish up the cabinet knobs today?" He asks.

"Nah, those can wait," Maria insists. "We've just had good news that needs celebrating!"

Maria explains about your grant and Joel forces out a barely audible congrats. You give a tight smile and equally quiet thanks.

Ugh, this fucking guy.

"Figure we can celebrate down at the Tipsy Bison," Tommy suggests, pulling on his jean jacket. "I think they have live music on Thursdays."

Joel is just standing there by the door, obviously itching to escape. He doesn't seem to know how to respond so he ends up shrugging and nodding.

"You guys have fun," you blurt as the trio of eyes fall on you. Tommy looks confusedly between you and Maria as if he's missed something.

"But we're celebrating your good news," Maria says with a voice full of confusion and hurt.

"I'd love to," you lie, slowly making your way to the door that leads down into your basement suite. "It's just I have so much prep to do this week. We have a ton of adoptions going through this month and I really need to get started."

You whirl around, opening the door and bounding down the wooden steps. You're halfway down when you hear the door above you close.

Maria is standing there, arms crossed. It's the look that you always associate with her: serious and focused.

"What?" You ask defensively even though you know exactly why she's here.

Maria gives you a serious look as she makes her way down the steps. She drops her voice to conspiratorial whisper, clearly not wanting the men upstairs to hear.

"You need to give Joel a chance."

"I am," you insist even though you both know it's a lie. You're frustrated that just by showing up he's ruined your good mood.

"I really like Tommy," Maria sighs. "And I love you. Please make an effort with Joel. For me."

"I will," you promise even though you have no intention of following it through. "I just can't tonight."

You go the rest of the way downstairs, shame rouging your cheeks. A buzzing sounds in your pocket and you bring out the phone, flipping it open to check the text that just came through.

hey how r u? Just checking in.

You give a disgusted scoff and throw your phone onto the bed.

/// /// /// /// /// /// /// ///

Frank proves to be no help at all in the Joel situation once he sees him.

One afternoon you're over there waiting to eat Bill's famous lemon cake when it all goes pear shaped.

"You can't tell its sugar free," Frank is saying from the kitchen, the sound of clattering dishes. "It's just that delicious."

Bill is seated across from you looking miserable. He's already got himself a slice and is holding it in his lap. You notice that Bill never starts eating until after Frank has.

"Sugar is the silent killer," Bill murmurs.

You hold in a smile. This isn't the first time Bill has given you the 'sugar is evil' talk.

Frank is rolling his eyes good-naturedly as he enters the room with two plates.

"They start 'em young," Bill continues as Frank makes his way towards you. "They put brightly colored cartoons on the front of sugary cereal boxes for Christ sake. It's insidious."

Frank hands the plate to you, the fork clattering on the porcelain. You take it gratefully, looking at the pale yellow cake with its white swirling icing. You almost don't want to eat it, it looks so beautiful.

"This is gorgeous."

Bill gives the smallest smile in your direction and a slight nod of thanks. His bright eyes move to Frank who is taking his first bite. You know that for Bill this is the only review he cares about.

"Amazing," Frank promises Bill. "Even better than your last one."

Bill is very pleased at this and about to say something when the sound of Joel's truck comes rambling up the street. The windows are open so you tilt your head at the noise, giving an exaggerated sigh when you realize who it is.

Frank and Bill exchange an inscrutable look before Frank launches himself off the sofa to come stand next to the window you're glaring out of.

Joel pulls himself out of the cab of the truck to grab lumber out of the back. He carries a two by four over his shoulder and heads towards Maria's. His jeans are dusty and the t-shirt he's wearing clings to him with sweat.

"That's the grey sprinkle?" Frank gapes looking out the window. It's almost comical how his blue eyes are blown so wide.

"Yeah," you frown looking out at his frame loping across the grass. "The one and only Joel Miller."

"He's sex on legs," Frank informs you, pulling back the curtain with a forefinger. He cranes his neck so he can follow Joel's form moving over the lawn.

You think you must be missing something here. Joel attractive? Pffft. Stone-faced, sad-eyed, moping bastard. Your judgment clouds any attraction you might feel.

Bill shuffles over with his piece of cake balanced on his plate. He glances at Frank's open mouthed stare and then out the window at Joel. He squints as he watches Joel enter Maria's house with the wood and toolbox.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about," Bill frowns after he takes in Joel's form.

"Exactly," you say victoriously. Finally, someone who isn't drawn into whatever spell Joel Miller is casting.

But then you watch as Bill digs into his cake, aggressively popping it into his down turned mouth as Frank looks over with a disbelieving smile.

"Bill are you jealous?"

"No."

/// /// /// /// /// /// /// ///

A month later you have officially hired Miller Construction to renovate your "office". Tommy tells you he needs to come by and do an official estimate and you happily agree.

You trip over one of the jutting floorboards as you head for your desk that morning, giving a soft grunt of irritation before stamping it back into place.

Your office is a cramped thing, built a hundred years ago in what is a converted church. It's simple with wood floors and walls and you spent the better part of the month cleaning the backyard of the space in anticipation of building the kennels out there.

It's exciting to think that you'll actually be seeing animals more regularly at your job. Usually you're just grant writing or travelling off - site for donation requests. You muse that for a job all about animals, you rarely get to see them.

James is out of the office today, you've both started on sourcing a new area for a sanctuary. You're hoping to go to the city with the idea and James is out there today seeing if the land you want will be appropriate.

You look at the big yellow board in the center wall and give a smile. On it are a variety of photos collected over the years of the animals your office has saved. Your favorite photo is that of a little redheaded boy holding a turtle and smiling widely. It was the first adoption you'd ever overseen yourself.

There is a knock at the door and you move quickly, excited to show Tommy what you're going to have him build.

Your body physically starts in surprise when it's Joel that appears behind the door looking none too pleased.

Fuck no.

Up this close he's taller than you realized his shoulders broad. He's wearing a green flannel and he looks tired.

"I thought Tommy was the one handling this," you say trying not to sound accusatory.

"He asked me give him a hand with the estimate."

"Oh."

You move back from the door, opening it so he can enter. You look around him to see empty space. "Where is Tommy?"

"He's bringing my daughter from school," Joel says stepping into the space and glancing around before looking at his watch. "Should be here quick."

"She's coming here?" You can't hide the surprise in your voice at that.

"Yeah?" He gives you with a challenging look.

"Should I --- I don't have crayons but I have some highlighters I think and I guess she can use printer paper to draw on?"

"She'll be fine. You don't need to do that."

"Oh. Okay."

You want to ignore him but you keep thinking of Maria.

I really like Tommy. And I love you. Please make an effort with Joel.

The words roll around in your head as you go back to stand behind your desk. Joel is sauntering around your office, looking at the flooring with a frown.

"Does Sarah always come with you to work?" You broach trying to sound interested even if you couldn't care less. Joel glances over at you shaking his head.

"No. Teacher called to say she had a stomachache. Tommy was closer to the school so he said he'd pick her up for

Sometimes Joel sounds as if he's trying to conserve words, using as few as possible.

You nod and not really wishing to extend the conversation any further, you turn back the email you'd be writing earlier.

A few minutes pass of you typing away on the keyboard, your eyes focusing on the email you're composing.

"You always worked with animals?"

"Huh?" You glance up from your computer, surprised. Joel is standing across the room from you near the yellow board and its photographs.

"Have you always worked with animals?" Joel repeats.

It takes you a minute to register that he's actually asked you a question about yourself.

"Uh yeah. My mom's a vet tech, my dad raised horses. Can't remember a time I wasn't around them."

Joel doesn't seem to know how to reply to this so he shrugs and looks down at his boots, shoving his hands in his pockets and moving to look around the office. He goes to the shelving holding up years of old adoption records.

You watch this and wonder why he bothered asking you a question if he had no intention of actually listening to your reply?

The answer suddenly becomes obvious: because Tommy probably told him the same thing Maria told you. Make an effort. Be nice.

The whole thing seems a bit silly to you. You're not children for Christ's sake. And the idea strikes you that you don't have to pretend.

"Joel?"

He turns from where he is at the window, his brows quirked.

"Let's be honest here for a minute. I know you don't enjoy my company and I don't enjoy yours," you say officiously. "But Maria and Tommy are very happy together and I have no intention of ruining that. Since I assume you care for your brother, I think you probably feel the same way."

Joel is staring at you without saying anything. It's one of his party tricks, you decide; being so quiet the other person feels the need to fill the silence. After a beat he nods.

"So I propose that we act like we don't despise one another when we're in their company. Other than that, I see no need for us to act like friends," you explain diplomatically. "You don't have to pretend to be interested in my life and I don't have to pretend to be interested in yours."

Joel is quiet for the length of this speech, seeming to take the information in and digesting it. For a horrible moment there is a paranoia that your suggestion was too blunt.

"So we'll just dislike each other in secret," Joel eventually says with what looks like a slight quirking of his lips.

"Exactly," you nod. "After the kennels are done here and Maria's kitchen is finished we'll see even less of each other. Holidays, dinners, the occasional pub night. It's manageable, don't you think?"

"I do."

"Great."

With that settled you go back to your email, typing rapidly and feeling accomplished.

"So since we're not friends and I don't have to pretend to be nice, I'm just gonna point out that spending all that grant money on kennels is insane."

Your fingers abruptly pull back from the keys and you dart a look up at him. "What?"

"This office is falling apart. These shelves have maybe a few months left in them, maybe." He presses on one and you can hear it creak under his palm. "The flooring is fucked, you're gonna break your neck walking on it if you don't fix it quick."

You stare at Joel, flabbergasted. Not just because this is the longest you've heard him talk, but because after the weeks of planning he thinks he can waltz into your workplace and completely up-end your idea?

"You can't save animals if your whole office is trashed," Joel continues. "You ever hear the expression 'you can't pour from an empty cup'?"

The fucking gall of Joel Miller of all people trying to give you self help advice. Pot meet kettle.

"Well, I only take advice from friends, so... "

You let the meaning sink in as you turn back to your work. He gives a look that clearly says 'it's your funeral' You glance up from under your hair as Joel goes to the far side of your office, pulling out his measuring tape and marking something in the little notepad he's pulled from his back pocket.

You scowl at his back, irritated once more by his arrogance. He just came in here and totally shit all over your plans! What does he even know? The kennels are a necessity! Yeah your office isn't great, but you've always gotten by haven't you?

You hear the sound of a truck outside and know it must be Tommy and Joel's daughter, Sarah.

You look at Joel and muse about what kind of child a man like Joel would raise. You think she must be a feral nightmare if she has Joel for a father. Hopefully she takes after her mother.

You go to the door of the office and pull it open before Tommy even has to knock.

A small girl with large hazel eyes and a shock of light brown curls bursts into your office, her hand dropping Tommy's.

"Daddy!"

Joel's face breaks into a large grin. He drops to one knee, his arms widening as a squealing girl leaps into his embrace. He squeezes her tightly before pulling back, his face serious.

"How's the tummy?"

"Real bad," Sarah says, sighing in that way all precocious children seem to do. As if the world is so exhausting when you have no responsibilities.

"Oh yeah? That's a shame." Joel looks terribly upset. "I thought we'd go to McDonald's on the way home, but since you're so sick-"

Sarah immediately changes tack.

"I'm actually feeling better, Daddy." Her eyes are large and unblinking. She fiddles with the zipper on Joel's coat. "I think I'm better enough for McDonald's."

"Mhmmm," Joel says sending a smirk in Tommy's direction as he stands.

Who the fuck is this guy? The one with the charming, boyish smile? The one with soft eyes and a sweet warmth to his voice? It can't be Joel Miller.. You've met that bastard. This guy is new. This guy is almost.... Attractive.

Tommy follows you to your desk, a beat up Longhorns cap over his glossy locks.

"The big day is here"

"It is indeed," you say with a grin. "I'm really excited to show you the back -"

You stop talking because Tommy is frowning and looking around the office. He moves over the creaking floorboards, taking in the poorly sealed windows before putting his hands on his hips in quiet contemplation.

"Hmmm."

"What?"

You walk over to where Tommy is now standing beside Joel, surveying the space by the window. The Brothers exchange a silent look that makes your stomach wobble.

"I know you wanted to put the money towards kennels," Tommy says wincing. "But I think you might actually have to put it into this office."

Your cheeks flare pink as you actively ignore the smug look Joel is undoubtedly shooting you.

"I don't think that's necessary," you say tightly.

"I mean it's your money," Tommy shrugs. "But in my opinion this is where you should put it. This place is barely holding on. No real point in kennels out back if the office is closed, right?"

You feel like you've been punched in the gut. And you're upset because this is exactly what your coworker James said when you first told him about your plan for the grant. You just put that down to him being financially conservative.

"Well this is just fuc-" you stop yourself from swearing when you remember that Sarah is there.

Sarah takes one long look at you before going to hide behind Joel's legs, her hazel eyes staring out at you from behind him balefully as the men talk above her.

She's definitely Joel's kid.

"Maybe we do the repairs in here and see if we have any money left over for the kennels," Tommy suggests. "We can get a good discount on materials."

"But we're not being underpaid on labor," Joel quickly cuts in. "So there's a good chance there won't be much left."

Tommy gives Joel a warning look. You know he'd been hoping to swoop in and save the day for his girlfriend's best friend. He can tell you're disappointed and you know that he feels guilty about it.

But that doesn't stop you from feeling deflated. The vision you had is gone, replaced with renovations you don't even want.

"Sure. Whatever you think is best, Tommy. I trust your judgment."

You go back to your desk and slump into the chair feeling defeated. You pretend to write something on a piece of paper but instead you're doodling, trying not to feel too devastated.

Tommy and Joel are murmuring to one another, making marks on the wall, tapping gently with their knuckles to find the studs.

"I got the tape," Sarah's squeaky voice calls out to Joel as she races over to him, the measuring tape large in her small hands.

"Don't run babygirl," Joel says with a soft smile in her direction as he takes the tape from her and Tommy writes something down in his notebook.

It's clear that despite her young age, Sarah desperately wants to help her father with the job. It makes your throat tighten.

You have such little experience with children. You're an only child yourself, most of your friends are childless and you've never really seemed to understand kids. They're loud and emotional and messy. This one seems especially troublesome if she has Joel Miller as an influence, so you go back to your work trying to see if there are other financial avenues for the kennels.

As you with you can hear Joel and Tommy discussing lumber costs and which yard is best for the type of work you need.

"Hi. I'm Sarah."

You start at the sudden appearance of Sarah at your elbow. She's tiny for her age, her eyes taking up such a large portion of her face. You furrow your brows at her.

She puts on a smile, a small dimple appearing in her cheek, the same side as her dad's. She pats the ends of your hair gently.

"I like your hair. It's pretty."

You're surprised by this. "Uh, thanks."

She steps closer. "I like your desk. It's pretty."

"Thank you."

"Is that candy?"

She points to the clear jar on the left side of your desk. It's filled with brightly colored jellybeans. You look towards the tower of confectionery and realize her motivation for buttering you up. You hide a smile.

"It is."

You turn your attention back to your work and continue writing, feeling her serious gaze on you.

"I really like candy," she tells you.

"Oh yeah," you reply trying not to smirk.

It's obvious she is waiting for you to offer her one. But can kids this young even have candy? She shuffles a bit closer to you.

"Can I have one candy? Please?"

Your eyes dart over to see Joel and Tommy measuring something in the corner. Your gaze flicks back to the expectant child at your elbow. For some reason Bill's recent rant creeps into your brain.

"Sugar is really bad for you especially at this age," you offer helpfully. "But it's no wonder you're obsessed with it. I bet your favorite cereal has a fun cartoon character on the front."

Sarah takes a longing look at the jellybeans on your desk before turning her attention back to you and nodding.

"It's all a marketing strategy," you explain patiently. "They attract you with colorful images and happy music in the commercials and make it seem like sugar isn't really a silent killer. It's pretty insidious when you think about it, targeting kids."

Sarah's face is pinched into a look of confusion. "Huh?"

You feel the dual gazes of Tommy and Joel on you from the side of the room. They've stopped what they're doing and are staring at you with bemusement. Tommy's lips are twitching.

"Have you ever spoken to a child before?" Tommy broaches, trying not to sound insulting but failing miserably.

"'Course I have," you lie, even as you feel your cheeks reddening. "Lots of times."

The Miller men exchange a look of barely suppressed amusement before Tommy turns back to the shelves. Joel is still staring at you with what looks like a mixture of pity and humor. You don't appreciate either.

"So can she have a few?"

Joel nods and turns back to speak to Tommy. You open the lid to the jar, pulling out a handful of jellybeans and placing them into Sarah's cupped hands. She decides that there are too many for her to hold so stretching her arms up she puts the small pile on the edge of your desk before she pops one into her mouth, chewing.

"Are they okay? They've been sitting there a while."

Sarah nods, offering a gummy "thank you."

You go back to making notes for James and she begins moving her eyes over your desk as she eats her jellybeans one by one.

'Who's that?"

You look up from your notes to see her pointing at one of the few framed photos on your desk.

"That's my dog from when I was a kid," you answer with a fond smile. "Pongo."

"Like the Dalmatians," Sarah says popping another jellybean into her mouth. "Pongo and 'Gita."

"Yeah," you smile. "I loved that movie so much I wanted a puppy of my own. Christmas morning there he was."

"He's not a Dalmatian," Sarah tells you as if you weren't already aware.

"No he was a rescue," you explain patiently. "He's one of the reasons I started this job. I wanted to help other animals like Pongo."

"I have a pet," Sarah tells you with a serious countenance.

"Oh really?"

She nods, reaching into her pocket and producing a small toad stuffy. He's obviously been carried with her from place to place, well loved with parts of his spotted back rubbed off.

"This must be toad," you say with a grin. "I've heard about him."

She gives you a surprised look but then smiles. "Do you wanna hold him?"

"Sure." You hold your palm out expectantly, watching her serious little face as she places the creature in the center of your hand. "Oh he's very handsome."

Sarah giggles at this, looking at you with amusement. "He's not handsome. He's a toad."

"Well sometimes a toad can look handsome," you reason. "I have a few ex boyfriends that prove that point."

Sarah doesn't know what to make of that joke. So she takes toad back, pocketing him and going back to her jelly beans on your desk. She takes a pink one and before it reaches her mouth she's pointing to another photo.

"Who's that?"

You glance over to see the photo she's referencing. It's you and your mom and dad on your birthday. Judging by the candles you were about Sarah's age. Your arms are hooked around both their necks and the three of you look like you were laughing when it was taken.

"That's a photo of me," you tap the young image of yourself gently before tapping the faces of the other figures in the photograph. "And my mom and dad."

Sarah stares at the photo a long time, her head tilting as she regards it. You find yourself intrigued by her reaction. Her small dark fingers trace the frame. Finally she swallows her candy and looks to you curiously.

"You have a picture of your mommy? I don't."

You're surprised by this. You knew Joel was divorced, but to not have any photos of Sarah's mom around the house seems kind of strange.

You stare down at Sarah and wonder how much hurt hides behind those large eyes of hers.

"Sarah," Joel calls sharply from across the room. "Leave the lady alone, she's workin'"

You don't really mind Sarah as much as you thought you would. She's inquisitive and sweet tempered.

Perhaps this is an opportunity to extend an olive branch towards Joel, especially since you'll be seeing a lot of him.

"It's alright," you say, shooting a friendly smile his way. "I don't mind -"

"Well I do mind," Joel interrupts. The familiar chill is back in his gaze and you feel your own irritation rising, the smile dropping from your face. Why do you bother trying to be nice to this guy?

Joel holds a hand out in his daughter's direction, his face softening. "C'mon babygirl, we're goin' home."

Sarah takes the remainder of her jellybeans and shoves them into her dungaree pockets before toddling over to her dad who picks her up.

She's in his arms, looking over his shoulder at you. She gives you a brief wave that you return before the two of them disappear out the door.

/// /// /// /// /// /// /// ///

"Can you do me a huge favor?"

You never enjoy mornings that start like that. You're still in your sleeping clothes, the coffee Maria brought you still warm in your hands.

"Depends what it is."

Maria and you are sitting on your sofa, a striped pillow behind your neck.

It's been two days since Tommy and Joel dropped the bomb that you'll need to spend your grant money on the office repairs. It's only Wednesday but it feels like years since you had your dreams shattered.

Tommy is starting the work on your office next week. That means you'll have a solid three days of off-site work while he does that and you'll come back to an office you never wanted refurbished in the first place.

Great.

"It's me and Tommy's four month anniversary," Maria is blushing shyly. "He wants to take me away for the weekend."

You don't point out that celebrating monthly anniversaries is asinine and borderline juvenile. Mostly because those thoughts usually only occur when you're under-caffinated. And you know it's partially because you're still in a terrible mood about the office.

"Sounds fun," you say between sips of your coffee. "You need me to water your plants or something while you're gone?"

"Not exactly."

You don't like the way Maria isn't meeting your eyes.

"Maria?"

"Well, Joel has a meeting with Kathleen for that construction job on Saturday night. A big one. If they win the bid that's huge."

You nod, not really understanding where you come in.

"Sarah needs a babysitter. Tommy is usually the go-to but he's got this really good deal on a weekend away for us."

"Okay."

You sit staring at her a while before the other shoe drops and you see her bracing herself for your response.

"You want me to willingly enter that man's home and babysit his child?" You put your mug down on the coffee table so harshly it splashes.

You remember the pact you made with Joel. To act like you don't despise each other for the sake of Maria and Tommy. But this is asking too much.

"Why can't he just reschedule the meeting for the following week?" You suggest, desperate to find a solution that doesn't involve you in Joel Miller's home.

"I asked Tommy that but the bids open Monday. Saturday is Joel's only opportunity. She's busy all the other nights."

"Why can't he just get a sitter from the newspaper? Or an agency?"

You don't love the plaintive edge your voice has taken on.

"You saw what happened with Connie," Maria says with a roll of her eyes. "You've met Joel. He's particular."

Understatement of the century.

"Grandparents?"

"Dead."

Well, that's one thing you have in common.

"Sarah is his life," Maria continues. "He wouldn't let just anyone take care of her."

"Exactly. What makes you think he'd want me of all people to sit Sarah?" You figure this will solidify why you're a poor choice.

"Because when Tommy suggested you be the one to babysit, Joel said yes."

That surprises you enough to choke on your coffee. Joel Miller approves of you babysitting his daughter? This is unexpected.

Then another thought occurs to you, pushing this thought entirely to the back of your mind. Your eyes immediately narrow on Maria's suddenly very bashful face.

"Tommy's already talked to Joel about this?"

Maria is looking everywhere but your face as you raise a questioning brow.

"The tickets were non-refundable," Maria finally explains with a guilty laugh. "And there's a couple's massage!"

"Maria!"

"You'd barely have to interact with him," Maria promises. "He leaves when you get there and you leave when he gets home. In between that you get to hang out with Sarah."

Hanging out with a five year old you barely know is not the compelling selling point Maria seems to think it is.

"Plus I'll pay you for your time," Maria continues, going to pull the wallet from her purse. "It's the least I can do."

You inwardly groan. You know for a fact that you're going to say yes because when it comes to Maria you always do.

"Put it away," you say with a dismissive wave of your hand. "Think of it as an anniversary gift."

Maria nearly tackles you into a hug whispering words of thanks over and over before squeaking happily that she's going to call Tommy to give him the good news.

You shake your head watching her rush up the stairs before going back to your coffee and drinking deeply.

So much for a relaxing weekend.

#dad joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #the last of us #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #series

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cringe-but-proud · 3 months

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OK SO HI AGAIN I have an idea for Reggie again (I am sorry if this is getting annoying please let me know and I will stop)

But I had a thought like were in the library or something and reader is reading with Reggie and then she blurts out a random nickname (idk what there called) but instead of it being cute like love or darling it something stupid like chicken nugget?? And then you can have Reggie’s reaction to it being like are you okay what was that??

ALSO PLEASE DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE ANY OF THESE AND TAKE YOUR TIME IF YOU NEED

Ok, this. But, I've decided to take some creative liberty and change the nickname to

😚🦄💖 Babygirl 💖🦄😚

Thank you.

Regulus Black x gn!Reader

A/n: This one's a little short. But, that's okay. Y'all already know, requests are open

You loved spending your afternoons like this.

Cooped up in the library, studying with Regulus. It was nice, quiet, sweet. Plus, knowing you'd get to spend time with Regulus while studying was good motivation to actually do it.

The two of you sat next to each other at a table in the corner of the large library. You were working on a Herbology essay you had to turn in tomorrow while he read about some boring old wizard for his history of magic class.

A few textbooks were stacked on top of each other beside you, some were for you and some were for Regulus. You were in the middle of writing when Regulus spoke.

"Could you pass me that textbook that's on the top of the stack?" He whispered.

You looked up from your parchment and smiled at him.

"Anything for you, babygirl."

...

Oh my God, why would you say that?

You and your friends had all developed a habit of jokingly calling each other "babygirl", because... Well, because you all thought it was funny.

But, that was an inside joke reserved for your friends. You never intended on calling your boyfriend babygirl.

And yet, you just did. And now he was looking at you with a look of bewilderment.

"What?" Regulus managed.

"Uh-" There was no way to go but down. "Anything for you, babygirl." You repeated.

He paused, just looking at you with that same look of bewilderment for a moment and then snickered. Not long after it had turned into a full on laughing fit. His head was down and his hand covered his mouth as he tried to stifle his laughter. You couldn't help but quietly laugh with him.

"That was so stupid." You said, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I can't argue with that." He said as he finally stopped laughing. "Why did you-"

"I really don't know." You chuckled, uncovering your face to see his amused grin. "It slipped out."

"It slipped out?" He repeated. "Is that how you refer to me internally? Was that something you'd just been holding in?" He said through quiet laughter.

"No! That not what I meant. I just-" You ran a hand down your face. "It's a dumb joke I have with my friends. I didn't mean to-"

"Call me your 'babygirl'?" He finished in a teasing tone.

You blushed. "Yes." You shook your head. "That was so dumb. I can't believe I said that."

"Still not the worst nickname I've ever been called." He shrugged.

You tilted your head. "Really? What's the worst one, then?"

"Barty once called me his pookie bear, and I-"

You let out a loud laugh, quickly covering your mouth as Madam Pince shushed you. Regulus quietly chuckled along with you. "Pookie bear is definitely worse than babygirl." He stated.

"That's fair." You agreed.

There was a brief pause in which you both got all of your laughter out. Regulus sighed and spoke up again. "I still need that textbook."

"Right. Of course." You grabbed the textbook he needed and handed it to him.

"Thanks."

You smirked. "Anything for you, babygirl."

#x reader #fanfiction #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader #regulus black fanfiction #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction

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waklman · 1 year

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Princess Treatment

summary: moments in your relationship with rooster where you give him the princess treatment.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: none, but this is an 18+ blog.

a/n: independent gf x princess treatment bf trope is cute but i present to you independent bf x princess treatment gf. fluff. this is for my fellow bradley girlies!!

word count: 1.4k

read the epilogue of princess treatment here.

something ‘bout you masterlist.

Not only did Bradley inherit his father’s ruggedly handsome looks, but he had also developed his manners as well. And so, being a gentleman was what Bradley prided himself on—because it was a direct reflection of his father.

When he first met you, he made sure to that keep up–treating you like royalty just as Goose did with Carole.

There was nothing Bradley didn’t do for you. You needed a ride? He’ll pick you up. It’s raining? Don’t even think about stepping on that wet cement, because he’s carrying you.

And Bradley’s not sure when it exactly happened but along the course of your relationship, the roles began to switch. But to be fair, he should’ve known when what started as a joke, became a regular thing–you calling him baby girl.

“Oh, shit.” Bradley calls out.

It doesn’t take much for the entire car of men to pause their conversation, redirecting their attention onto Rooster’s ringing phone—which unfortunately sits on display, attached directly onto the pastel pink phone mount you bought for his car.

“Your girl is calling you.” Hangman points out the obvious.

“Yeah, No shit buddy.” Fanboy claps back from behind him.

Coyote leans in, eyes squinted at Rooster’s buzzing phone. “Cute.” he comments, referring to the contact picture he has set for you. Rooster is grinning ear to ear while you’re latched onto his bare back, sinking your canines right into his broad shoulder.

Hangman watches as Rooster’s frantic eyes are switching between the road in front of him and your incoming call.

“I got you man.”

Thinking he’s doing Rooster a favor, Hangman lunges forward to tap the green button, making sure to hit the speaker option right after, as well.

“No, wait-”

It’s too late. Rooster’s fate is sealed.

“Hey babygirl,” your bright voice rings out, hitting the ears of everyone seated inside his Bronco.

And it’s as if Bradley is stuck in a car full of elementary school children. Slowly but surely, he hears snickering coming from his right and obnoxious chortling coming from the back row.

“Honey, you’re on speaker.” Bradley speaks up, making an effort to cover up the giggling—coming from four grown men, in the background.

“Oh.” you exclaim.

“It’s alright baby, what’s up?”

“I was just calling to ask, if you wanted me to set up a bath for you?” you shly ask.

Bradley clears his throat, ignoring the various grinning faces pointed in his direction.

“Yeah, lavender bath bomb please.” he assures you.

“Okay, bye babygirl–wait—I..” you completely give up.

Bradley’s lips tug into a soft smile, envisioning the embarrassed expression you’re probably wearing right now.

Fully willing to take on the embarrassment instead, he decides to greet you goodbye too, “Bye babybear, see you at home.”

And almost immediately, everyone screams in laughter, upon hearing Bradley Bradshaw–the stoic six foot tall pilot call out the cutesy pet name in his gruff tone of voice.

From the driver’s seat, Bradley proudly soaks in the embarrassment that’s now thrown at him.

But the group of pilots makes it quite difficult for him to act unbothered. Annoyingly enough, Coyote shakes Bradley’s headrest, unable to contain himself while Payback and Fanboy cling onto each other for dear life–heaving for small pockets of air.

And worse of all Jake’s abnormally thick tears of laughter are falling onto Bradley’s shiny leather seats.

“Oh shut up, this is why you’re all single.” Bradley sneers, eyes fixed on the rear view mirror to watch everyone’s face fall flat.

“Oh come on dude.”

“Seriously?”

“That’s not funny.”

“Man..”

Upon hearing the chorus of whining and complaints, Bradley calls out to you over the phone.

“Laugh with me honey,”

Now, Hangman, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy are forced to sit silently while you and Bradley sarcastically laugh at them for the next minute and a half, as a punishment.

“Bradshaw, you need a ride?” A woman’s voice calls out for him, from across the parking lot.

Snapping his neck in search of the familiar voice, Bradley sees Phoenix through his sunglasses, waving at him—relaxed against the hood of her car.

“Nah. I’m good, you go ahead!” He yells back, politely returning her wave.

“Alright. Suit yourself!” She gives him one final wave goodbye, before throwing herself inside the vehicle.

Rooster waits until she drives past him to shoot her a goodbye nod in return. In exchange, Phoenix sends him a look of acknowledgement, before she finally drives out the lot.

And not long after Phoenix drives off, you’re pulling up in his blue Bronco.

He instantly smiles seeing you waving him over, not wasting a second to jog up to where you’re parked.

“Hi, my passenger princess,” you greet him cheerfully, watching him sit after strategically climbing inside the truck.

“You know, this is my car, right?” he puckers his mouth, waiting for a kiss.

“I’ll do you one better,” you lean over to peck his eager lips.

“You know you’re sitting in the passenger seat right?” you smirk at him.

“And do you know what that makes you, Bradley Nick Bradshaw?”

“Your passenger princess.” Bradley sighs, sullenly. You won, as always.

“That’s right, baby.” you gloat, hand slapping down on his left thigh.

“When did I end up becoming the passenger princess?” Bradley whispers, looking up towards the sky as if he’s asking for guidance from his guardian angels.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you jokingly scold, pinching at his inner thigh.

You swiftly change the topic, “Now, do you need help putting on your seatbelt?”

“No.” Bradley grumbles.

“Okay,”

You don’t give him a chance to react–already reaching over to pull the seat belt snugly over his chest, and snapping it into place.

“Now, let’s get you home, princess,” you smile, ignoring the astonished look on his face.

“You two out, we’re officially closed for the night.” Penny shoos you and Bradley towards the door.

Almost instantaneously, an idea pops up in both your heads at the exact same time.

You slowly turn your head to gauge if he has the same plan, and you’re met with the all knowing Bradley side eye—which gives you the go to dash forward first.

Bradley’s sure he’s going to make it towards the door before you, his naval training preparing him to act quickly.

But to his surprise, you’re already flying past him—determined look on your face as you reach to open the door first.

“How the fuck did you do that.” Bradley stops by the door, trying to catch his breath.

“Never underestimate the power of a gentlewoman,” you comment, holding the door open for him.

“I thought it was ladies first,” he points towards the open door.

“Technically, the lady already got here first,” you counter.

“Now, get your butt out the door, Bradshaw.”

“No,” he refuses.

“Would you two get the hell out my bar?” Penny shouts, not amused by the sight of you two still here.

Knowing you’re more stubborn than he is, Bradley stiffly walks out the door first.

You glow in satisfaction, following closely behind him, not forgetting to swat his butt in the process.

Bradley snaps his head over his shoulder, giving you a warning look.

“What?” you feign innocence, looking around to see what he’s so mad about.

“You know what.”

“C’mere baby.” you reach for Bradley, urging him to lay down on you.

“Honey, I’ll squish you like a bug.” Bradley tiredly voices the concern.

“Sounds like a great way to go out.” you tug at him, and he instantly falls right onto you.

“Long day?” you softly ask, digging your fingers into his field of curls.

“Mmhm.” Bradley can’t even bring himself to say words, too engulfed by the way your fingers expertly play with his hair—and his mind begins to wander off.

Though he loves taking care of you like how his father did with his mother, Bradley also learned to love how you looked after him in equal care. And in this moment, he wishes that they could’ve met you. They would love you almost as much as he does.

“You remind me of my dad.” Bradley gently speaks up, cheek pressed against your collar bone.

“Yeah? So I’m like Goose?” you smile, at the thought.

“Yeah. And I’m like my mom, cause my dad always treated her like a princess—just like how you do with me.” He draws the comparison.

“We’re like Goose and Carole.” you confirm.

“We’re just like Goose and Carole..” Bradley mumbles back, slowly drifting off.

“I love you, Bradley,” you whisper, catching him before he knocks out completely.

“I love you more, babybear.”

update- happy to announce that this blurb turned into a series, read more on babybear and bradley here.

thank you for reading, and as always-reblogs are greatly appreciated!

gif credits.

taglist: @pono-pura-vida @teaminator @alana4610 @angellwingsss @nataddz @deliriousfangirl61

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teufelsabbiss · 3 months

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Story-idea: Shen Yuan and his sister transmigrate

There are a lot of good stories already with Shen Yuan transmigrating into a young child that gets adopted by Shen Qingqiu. Most don't account for a glaringly obvious problem in this setup - Shen Qingqiu's hate of men. And I think boys are very much included in that sentiment. So what if Shen Yuan and his meimei transmigrate and she's the reason they get picked up?

Shen Yuan and his sister could have a traffic accident, maybe she's driving him while he's furiously tipping his last hate reply. Both are transmigrated into siblings that are sold to a brothel. Luckily they are both too young to offer full services yet and do chores instead. Shen Yuan doesn't recognize the brothel's name from the book, so he thinks they are at least out of the way of any revenge or wife plots until they can escape. Turns out they won't stay there long enough to even come up with a good plan.

A few days after they were sold, his little sister has to wait on one of the clients. Said client is very displeased to see such a young girl there. To make it worse for the brothel owner, the little Shen sister is very cute and funny and so apparently somehow manages to immediately worm her way into the guys heart and he promptly buys her contract.

He tells her that he has no bad intentions towards her, but will instead take her to his sect to learn cultivation. She doesn't really believe him at first and also refuses to leave without her brother. He's not overly happy that he has to buy a boy as well, but does it readily enough anyway.

Miraculously, after their contracts has changed hands, the brothel owner dies under tragic circumstances. You see, he was killed by a resentful ghost. But luckily the aforementioned client just happens to be a cultivator who was on a mission and just got there on his way back to his sect. And while he was too late to prevent the tragic death, he got rid of the ghost quickly after the murder. Case closed; what a relief for the local authorities! One of the prostitutes is happy to take over the establishment.

The Shen siblings aren't stupid, their new owner obviously murdered the guy and fooled the guards with this bullshit ghost story! No complaints about that, really. It does however also mean that this guy is unscrupulous and it will be more dangerous to get away than before. Learning that the man is actually the scum-villan Shen Qingqiu definitely doesn't make the situation better.

But then they get to Cang Qiong and are officially accepted into Qing Jing peak. The Shen sister immediately becomes good friends with Ning YingYing, who is about the same age as her new body. Which means Luo Binghe isn't there yet and everything awful can still be averted.

I think it would be really funny if the sister got very attached to Shen Qingqiu, who dotes on her as much as Ning YingYing, and Shen Yuan freaking out about this. Not only because he's constantly worrying about her getting molested and she vehemently insisting that's never going to happen, but also! How can his sister like the Scum-Villain of all people in the slightest!!! “Why, meimei? You're usually so clever and perceptive! What's wrong with you?!”

And then one day Luo Binghe joins and the Shen sister is now almost constantly clinging to Shen Qingqiu's skirts and he's not mistreating the protagonist (no matter how much he wants to) because it would upset his little babygirl. Can't have that.

#svsss #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #shen yuan #story idea #writing prompt

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matchingbatbites · 7 months

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pretty baby (got a funny feelin')

Okay so here's the deal. I haven't been able to write anything consistently for the last month, and then yesterday A Demon possessed me and made me write 3k of Steddie + Gareth, and it's surprisingly helping me get out of my funk, so here's the first 1.1k which is all just Steddie fantasizing about fucking Gareth while getting off. And since it's not actually mentioned in the story, Gareth is 18 and Steve/Eddie are 21/22.

This fic is 18+ | CW: Includes cis female Steve, heavy daddy kink & splash of mommy kink, Dom Eddie & princess Stevie, vaginal fingering, fantasizing about someone, a singular affectionate use of slut, and a shit ton of dirty talk.

“Hey Teddy, do you think Gareth is cute?”

Eddie looks up from his laptop, from the campaign notes he’s been working on for the upcoming Hellfire session, just as his girlfriend drops down next to him on the couch and asks the question from out of nowhere.

“I mean, yeah? He reminds me of you, actually, with the baby face and the nice hair. Why?”

Stevie grins and bites into her lip, and she has that sparkle in her eye that usually means trouble. Eddie braces himself for whatever could possibly come out of her mouth next, but he isn't expecting it to be “We should fuck him. Like, invite him to join us.”

The man blinks and lets that process for just a moment, before he asks a simple “Huh?”

“Baby, he obviously likes you,” the girl replies with a shrug and a grin. “And he clearly thinks I'm hot; I've caught him staring at me during pool parties more than once.”

She leans forward to rest her chin on Eddie's shoulder, hitting him with the full force of her gleaming hazel eyes. “He's such a darling, and gets flustered so easily. It could be so much fun, daddy, having a sweet baby to play with.”

Here’s the thing. Eddie won't lie and say he hasn't thought about it before, not when the boy is so clearly in the range of Eddie's type. It's not something he's ever lingered on, Gareth's age always being a deterrent, and then Eddie's relationship with Stevie. Still, he meant it when he said that Gareth reminds him of Stevie; their soft faces and gently curling hair, their bright smiles and sweet pouts.

Just the suggestion is enough to kick Eddie's overactive imagination into gear, instantly conjuring the image of the two of them, of Eddie's sweet, pretty babies spread out on messy sheets, babbling and begging him for more more more. He inhales sharply and pushes a hand into Stevie's hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart? You don't just wanna be daddy's babygirl anymore? Wanna be a mommy with your own sweet baby?”

That must strike a chord with Stevie, because she whines high and shakes her head as best as she can. “Our baby, not just mine. Want us to fucking wreck him, wanna see him cry and beg for us, daddy.”

Holy fuck. Eddie's princess seems to have a sadistic streak that he wasn't aware of. Knowing how bitchy and condescending she can be in the right scenario, it's something he can't wait to cultivate and grow, to teach her how to wield it to wring pleasure out of someone else.

Eddie moves his laptop to the side so he can grab Stevie and pull her into his lap, her gorgeous, plush thighs straddling his own. The shorts she’s wearing are fucking tiny, and he uses that to his advantage as he slides his hand into them - no underwear today, god what a sweet, eager slut she is - and pushes two fingers into her without preamble.

“Shit, babylove, you're so fucking wet. You've been thinking about this a lot, huh? Thinking dirty things about our little Gare Bear?” he asks, and grins when she nods. “Yeah, you have. C'me on, tell daddy what you've been thinking about.”

Stevie hums and pushes her hips down, grinding her pussy onto his fingers as her hands find a home on Eddie's shoulders. “Been thinkin' about lots of things. I want him to come in me, then I want you to fuck him while he eats me out, cleans out my pussy. Wanna watch him choke on your dick while I jerk him off, make sure he doesn't come until you do. Want him to ride you while I sit on your face, daddy.”

Jesus fucking Christ, she's really out to kill him. Eddie uses his grip on Stevie's hair to pull her into a searing kiss, needing to taste the inside of her filthy mouth. He pushes his fingers deeper into her, rubbing up against the spot that makes her whole body jerk in pleasure and swallowing the needy moan it earns him.

Nails scrape over his neck and Stevie gives a sharp bite into his lower lip before pulling back. “'m not done yet, daddy. Thought you wanted to hear all of my ideas?”

“Oh, I do, baby, I do. Tell me what other naughty things you've been thinking about Gareth, sweetheart.”

She grins and keens when Eddie adds another finger, finally fucking her properly with them as she goes on, “Want you both in me at the same time, want you to fuck me and come in me, stuff me full. Want him between us, our own lil’ daisy chain, want him so fucked out he can’t even think.” Fuck shit fuck.

Eddie can tell that she's close, the way her nails dig into his shoulders and her thighs start to shake are all the warning he needs. He doesn’t let up at all, and the sound of skin meeting skin rings though the room under the sound of their talking. “You gonna let Gare fuck your pretty tits, princess? Gonna be a good mommy and let him suck on them while he fucks you?”

The nod she gives is eager, perfectly matching her needy “Good, I’ll be so good, daddy. Gonna come, can I? Please let me come, daddy.”

"Yeah, Stevie, come for me. Come on daddy's fingers, baby."

The girl gasps as she peaks, then lets out a long, high whine as Eddie fucks her through it, drawing out her orgasm until she's trembling in his hands. Eddie could probably wring another one out of her if he wanted to, but he's so high strung himself that he's dangerously close to coming in his pants. Instead he pulls his fingers from her and scrambles to get his sweatpants down far enough to grab his dick with his slick-covered hand, needing to come as soon as possible.

Stevie whines again and drops her forehead to his shoulder, watching as he fucks into his fist. "Fuck, give it to me, daddy. Love your cock, can't wait to see Gareth crying on it like I do, all whiny and needy. You're gonna fuck our pretty baby so good right? Fuck him good for me?"

That's all Eddie needs, the mental image of his dick filling the younger boy up so good, stretching him open, and he's fucking gone. He spills over his fist with a punched out groan, stroking himself through it until he's completely wrung out. Stevie is pressing a line of kisses along his jaw as he comes down, and he hums, leaning into the touch.

"So, I think you're just as into that as I am, huh daddy?"

Eddie just chuckles weakly and wipes his hand on his pants, knowing they're probably about to head up to the shower. "You know what that means, right?" Stevie gives her own questioning hum and Eddie turns his face to kiss her.

"We need a plan."

#i never write threesomes so the rest of this is going to be Interesting #steddie fic #steve x eddie x gareth #eventually #steve harrington #eddie munson #female steve harrington #joey writes #ficlet

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crimswnred · 2 months

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I've just gotten back home from work so I'm a little late to the party, however...

LITG SEASON 8: TEMPTING FATE — VOLUME 2: thoughts, concerns and prayers

first of all yesss more hair booooo paywall, fusebox get it together??? (at least they are pretty but again that's the bare minimum)

anyway, here's my girl with her new hair

why do all of the girls' nightwear look like I'm on a strip club and they're asking me if I want something to drink

it's so over for you Theo

honestly she's too good for him anyway

okay kiss challenge!!!! let me snog everyone

I don't want any more of that "peck" crap we want FULL ON SNOGS, TONGUE AND CHAOS

Jin: "Nap, then results?" Hamish would be so proud of him

okay, so you rate me EIGHT just so I feel like I have to pay to have one extra kiss, your game is a dirty as ever Fusebox

date time!!!! going with Jin ❤️

LMAO Jack is kinda funny

so sad to see a baddie doing too much to keep a man in love island 💔 Luna I'm so sorry you didn't deserve it your only crime was being coupled up with the one guy I want

oh. so about the terrace scene...

first of all, super sweet gem scene. it seemed like a super important one for it to be a gem scene though. so idk I'm a bit lost.

Jin is a walking red flag 😭 this boy is soooo gonna flip on me when the next hot girl shows up!! but let's enjoy the ride

and Luna... girl... was it ever that serious?

the award for worst outfit design goes to 👇

and the one for BEST outfit design goes to 👇

like wow wowza mmmhmm yeah! this man is hot hot HOT 🔥🔥🔥

I had to kiss him HE IS SO FINEEEEEEEEEEE

oh, Jack is kinda sweet... if he looked more like Lewie/Alex he would be favourite boy of the season for sureeee

keep the compliments coming, darling

I had to kiss him too. you know, to be polite.

but it was just a peck, tho

okay, NOW JIN!!!

having a spicy conversation with the guy I want to fuck and his currently girl isn't how I planned to spend my afternoon but here we go

"You're adventurous. You're fun to be around. And you'd make every sight even more beautiful", "Okay. Where's the punch line?", "There isn't one :)" OKAY GAG ME WITH THE WRITING

FUNNY BOY WHO'S A HISYORY NERD? OH OKAY!!!! BIG T??? NO IT'S BIG J!!!!!! JIMOTHY!!!

lmao Sophie mixing the boys up she's so me

Claudia is a real one let me tell you that

she's nice, she doesn't force herself upon us, she's polite, she give us all the tea, and she even help us to graft on the boys behind their girls' backs. like, THAT'S MY GIRL

and if Theo doesn't step up she will DEFINITELY be mine

TIME TO PICK MY BOY LET'S GOOOOOOOO

so sad to see Luna go, I really like her :/

lmao???????????

I TAKE BACK EVERY GOOD THING I SAID ABOUT JACK WTFFFF 😭😭😭😭

he was so out of pocket ?? what's your deal man, are you jealous I picked Jin instead of you? we kissed ONCE. be sooooooooo for real rn

okay Sophie you can join your boy in this bullshit he still cheated on you with me when you weren't looking (and he probably would do it again)

no. I won't forgive you?? you were basically calling me a whore back then and now you are SORRY? don't say something you'll regret later that's not cute.

and he's supposed to be serious?

anyway, stressful night over. time to go to bed with my babygirl Jin

BITS BITS BITS BITS

29 gems to go all the way? what is this?

they could've make the scene a little longer but they have gotten way better ever since the writers dropped the word crescendo

MR TYLER WHO ARE YOU?

still not 100% sure if I'm going with Jin or Oakley but I'm leaning towards Jin, I'm not gonna lie 😁 I did some stuff that will fuck me over on movie night if fusebox finally learnt how to code (which they prolly didn't so I guess I'm safe)

I really enjoyed this episode except for the part when Jack and Sophie went full on villain mode but if the narrative made sense all of the time it wouldn't be LITG, right?

anyway, let's see what this Tyler guy is about... see you all next week 🫶

#litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg s8 #bia plays s8 #anyways #hiii tyler

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bludermaus · 5 months

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[BG3 EPILOGUE SPOILERS AHEAD]

I greatly dislike how a Mind Flayer Tav was handled in the epilogue in regards to the Constitution Roll you gotta make to not nom on your friends' brains. I know it's supposed to be the "consequence for giving in to the tadpole" but hear me out

Every single other mind flayer but one in the ending was depicted quite well imo:

1) Karlach is a bit different and philosophical but she's still the same good self that she was, just with the added brain-hunger on top of it. And she made a deal with a hospital to give dying patients a dignified death and in exchange she gets her monthly dinner. Of course, not everybody can die every month but then she can go out on an adventure and kill a bad guy, she has a good deal setup for herself

2) The Emperor, if alive, also is handled quite nicely. If you've stayed human he says he's doing fine, if you're a mind flayer that didn't join him you're invited to come say hi, and if you're on the Knights route then he's warm towards you as his friend and partner (although I wish he'd show up at least on this one specific story branch). The only one he's very cold towards you and kinda sus is the one where a Tavflayer says "we're mind flayers we gotta think bigger", which just shows how much Tav can be a toxic influence to the people they meet

3) Omeluum is our favorite babygirl nothing to complain here

4) Tav is an idiot. According to the lore, mind flayers need to eat brains to function and they gotta do that at least once a month or two months. If they are over indulgers then a brain a week. So at worst Tav has only fed on 3-4 brains (counting Orpheus') before the party, and at best fed on about 24 brains. Either way, what I mean is... Why the constitution roll? Is Tav really that stupid that they haven't eaten for almost two months and then goes to a party full of people??? Tav really is canonically stupid after all????? Emperor moronsexual confirmed???????

Why even have the roll in the first place? Why not have it as a roleplay OPTION to eat the brains? Like, you have the option like I did to roleplay my Paladin Tavflayer as working in the Knights with the Emperor but without being shadowy about it, I had the option to say I was working with him but going on adventures because the shadows do not entice such a moral person... So WHY FORCE THE ROLL? IT'S SO OUT OF CHARACTER

It feels like Larian wanted to appease mind flayer lovers with the epilogue and dialogue, but also the haters with the roll, when it's pretty much inconsistent? Was the roll supposed to be a haha funny joke moment because you get to watch Withers yeet you out?? You can't please everybody in the Fandom, Larian, just make a nice delicious consistent cake and not feed us small slices and crumbles with slight different flavors

Rant done, just a bit upsetti about this in specific

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 the emperor #bg3 spoilers #mind flayer #illithid #illithid tav #bg3 epilogue spoilers

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linos-luna · 7 months

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New Family (Pt. 2) 🥀

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of trauma, crying, depression, anxiety

(Pt. 1) — (Pt. 2)

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Chan was over almost everyday. If he wasn’t at your home, you’d be at his. He treated you like a princess and wanted you to feel safe as possible.

It’s been awhile since you’ve spoken to your mom. You didn’t even think about it. Little did you know, Chan actually blocked your mom and others he deemed toxic in your family. He doesn’t like seeing you get verbally abused by them.

But that didn’t stop you having some troubling times…

It was 4am and you found yourself moving more than usual while Chan slept peacefully next to you.

“No… no…” you muttered now gripping the sheets. Your knuckles were white from your tight grip and you kicked a little

Chan started waking up when feeling you kick him under the sheets.

You whimpered while tears rolled down your cheeks and Chan took notice.

“Y/n?”

“Channie… Channie help…”

“Hey, I’m here, babygirl” he said while propping himself up on his elbow before you started crying louder.

“Channie! Channie help! Channie! Get him off! Off!” You were nearly screaming and voice full of panic as you tried feeling for him.

“Baby. It’s okay. I’m here.” He said calmly while trying to grab your hand.

You were still asleep and suddenly cuddled up into him, practically curling up into his chest.

“Channie… help-…” your breathing was calming down and chan put his arms around you for comfort.

“Shh… it’s okay… it’s okay…”

You eventually calmed down and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Your boyfriend held you tight. He hated seeing you like this but he had something planned for later. Hopefully it’ll cheer you up…

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After a dinner with his parents, Chan took you for a walk in the park. It was a cool evening and Chan made sure that you were warm.

It was cliche and he knew it but he had a friend waiting with a camera and a perfect spot. He would check his pocket constantly as he lead you to the spot with lots of flowers around.

“Channie. You’re acting funny.” You said while looking around. “Why did you bring me all the way out here?”

“Y/n.” He paused while holding your hand. “Remember how I asked if you wanted a new family…? and that I’d make it happen.”

You nodded, getting a little anxious.

“Well. You know my family loves you. And I want to make it official.”

“What do you mean?”

Before you could say anything, your boyfriend got on one knee.

Your heart was pounding as you realized what was happening, especially when he pulled out a small box.

“Will you marry me?”

He opened the box to reveal a beautiful ring.

You broke out into tears while nodding and Chan smiled as he put the ring on your finger.

Instantly, you hugged him. Crying into his chest as he rubbed your back.

“I love you, babygirl.”

His friend came out of hiding, revealing that he was recording a video the whole time.

“Woo! Congratulations!” He cheered.

“Thank you, Han.” Chan smiled at his friend.

Han gave a thumbs up as you continued sobbing.

“I can’t wait for the wedding, babygirl.” He said while rubbing your hair.

You were so overwhelmed with emotions that it was hard to say anything. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Was this for real??

“We’re gonna move closer to my parents. I already have an apartment that I’m looking at”

You paused and looked up at him.

“I’ll love and take care of you forever.” He said softly while wiping your tears. “My family is yours and they love you just as much.”

“I can’t believe you would… I- I—…” you stuttered, unable to find the words.

“We’ll build a great life together. Work on our dreams…” he gave you a soft kiss on the lips before taking your hands in his.

“Channie—”

“You’ll never be alone.”

#kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #fanfic #stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids x poc reader #stray kids bang chan #bang chan fanfic #bang chan x poc reader #bang chan angst #bang chan x reader #skz #skz angst #skz x poc reader #stray kids angst

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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hii can u do a juyeon fluff where he says a dad joke and you tease him and tell him sarcastically (in a cute way) that he’s so funny and he gets mad and starts tickling you idk i had a daydream abt it 😭

you're funny...ish?

juyeon x reader (request, tysm anon!!)

genre: dad jokes, tickling, kissing, blushing, babygirl juyeon notes: i like that we all collectively decided that juyeon's humor is literally the cutest thing, like he's so.. quirky compared to how he is on stage TT word count: 0.8k

“you’re moving around a lot,” juyeon observed.

you stopped shifting in the blankets. you turned to him with a slight glare.

“and what about it?” you asked. “i need to get comfortable, of course.”

he only laughed fondly at you, turning back to his book. that was your cue to go back to watching random videos on your computer, relaxing with the simple presence of your beloved boyfriend next to you.

your eyes widened in interest when a cat video appeared on your screen. you pressed it and watched with amusement at their cute little antics.

but then, you felt a chest press into your shoulder. specifically, juyeon’s chest. he leaned in and joined in watching your video. his hair brushed against your neck and you could easily trace the slope of his nose. you gulped, as you felt yourself get enveloped by his warm, familiar scent. but, he didn’t seem to notice your reaction, as he was incredibly interested in the videos of cats falling off counters accidentally.

he seemed to be in much thought, almost like he wasn’t even paying attention to the video.

“juyeon?” you whispered, catching his attention. he perked up and looked at you.

he had on a completely straight face. it was so straightforward that it almost scared you. you tilted your head slightly in confusion as if to silently ask if he was alright.

and then he finally spoke, his words monotone and calm.

“why don’t cats play poker in the jungle?”

you stared, blinking slowly at him. you opened your mouth but you felt speechless. because there’s no way he was being that serious when you knew he was about to hit you with the literal worst dad joke ever.

“juyeon-”

“because there’s too many cheetahs.”

you continued to stare at him, your eyes slowly narrowing. you could tell he was holding in his laugh as he gazed back at you. his eyes were twitching, trying to turn up into cute crescents, and you could recognize the familiar sign of the corner of his lips turning up. but still, he resisted laughing, trying his hardest to stay nonchalant.

you smiled slightly, thinking that he looked cute like this. you closed the computer, turning your full attention to him.

“you’re so funny,” you laughed slightly. except it wasn’t because of his horrible joke, but to tease him sarcastically.

juyeon caught on quickly as he glared cutely, “do you really think so?”

“of course,” you smirked, looking away for a second.

“i don’t think you’re telling the truth,” his voice sounded low and deep. you paused, turning to look at him in case he might just actually be mad.

you panicked, “j-juyeon i-”

but suddenly, he leaned closer and began tickling you. you took in a quick gasp at his sudden action. his large hands roamed around your waist and all across your sides. you immediately burst out laughing, trying your hardest to push him away. in the corner of your eye, you could see him laughing and smiling with you.

he paused, after noticing that you were literally tearing up.

“you’re laughing now,” he breathed out, one side of his lips quirked up.

you scoffed, “because you’re tickling me?”

he shook his head and tried to take gentle hold of your waist. but you thought that he was trying to tickle you again.

“okay, okay!” you grabbed hold of his wrist. “please, please, i surrender.” you pushed him off so that you were now on top of him.

he looked attractive like this. his hair was messy and he looked slightly out of breath. and his lips…

you couldn’t resist, as you quickly leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. he smiled into it and kissed back, caressing your back.

“was it really not funny?” he asked, turning the topic back to his dad joke.

you immediately shook your head, “no…”

he looked at you with slight determination, “i’ll improve then.”

“you don’t have to, i think you’re perfect as you are,” you sarcastically responded, mocking one of those inspirational quotes you used to see on the internet. it was oddly quiet, so you looked back down at him.

…

“did you really just blush over that cheesy line?”

“shhh,” he pressed a finger to your lips, his cheeks red.

you giggled, falling down to lie on top of him.

"never stop with your jokes," you mumbled, nuzzling into his neck. "i think they're cute, seriously."

"even when you don't find them funny?" he asked, gazing at you with soft eyes.

"some of them are funny, i swear."

"okay," he breathed out. "i'll keep doing them just for you." he pressed a soft kiss to your nose.

#juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #the boyz reactions #the boyz imagines #the boyz fluff #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #tbz imagines #tbz fluff #requests 💞#drabbles 💞

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eddieandbird · 2 years

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Be Serious

Summary: Rockstar!Eddie takes you out to a fancy dinner and brings up the topic of getting married.

Warnings/Tags: fluff|f!reader|eating|short blurb

A/N: Shoutout to @unbetaedimagines again for this concept that makes me SOB -Bird

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“I’m glad the tour is finally over and we can finally start to do things like this again,” Eddie raised his champagne glass and tipped it toward you.

“Me too, Eddie,” You giggle, clinking your glass to his. “I really miss you when you’re gone,” You say sweetly.

“I know, Babe. I hate coming back to the hotel room and you’re not there,” He looks down at you, pouting.

“Buuut that’s why we’re finally going on vacation, and I’m all yours for a month,” You flash a smile. Eddie beams back, his mouth now full with a whole breadstick. He wipes his hands over his sleeveless band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Once your eyes connect again, you roll yours.

“What? What did I do?” Eddie says with a confused look.

“Nothing, my love. I just find it funny that even though you’re a big rockstar now, you’re still Eddie. Wearing your same old clothes, even to a five star restaurant,” You lean forward to wipe the remaining grease on his face with your napkin.

“You want me to wear a monkey suit to this place? We’re just going to eat pasta, it’s no big deal,” He continues to eat while he speaks. “Besides after that GQ shoot, I told my assistant that I wouldn’t wear another tie again unless it was for our wedding,”

You were mid-sip of your drink and hearing Eddie say that made you almost spit it all up.

“Wedding?” You asked after coughing.

“Uh yeah, Babe. Obviously we’re getting married one day. And when we do, it’ll all be Lord of The Rings themed,” He explained as the main dishes made their way to your table.

Once you got your heart rate back to normal, you rolled your eyes at him again.

“If it’s our wedding, you can do whatever you want,” You said in a slightly sarcastic tone. Eddie tilted his head to you.

“I’m thinking it won’t be long until I see you in all white. I know you’ll look absolutely stunning,” He reaches over to grab your hand, kissing the back of it. “What do you think about that?” He says in a lower tone.

“Baby, I think you should be serious,” You start to whine. “Marriage is a serious thing, you have to be serious about it. This isn’t one of your little publicity stunts,”

“Baby, I’m about as serious as this heart attack I’m going to have if you say no,” He chuckles as he grabs your thigh under the table, stroking it gently.

“Hey, don’t do that. Of course I’d say yes, Eddie,” You bite your lip “I’m just worried that we’re too young and your career just started…” You mumble.

“Besides the music, you’re the only one I’m doing this for. I don’t know where this is all going to take me, but I know I don’t wanna do it without you, Babygirl. You’re my muse,” You both start to tear up. You grab your napkin again to wipe the potential tears welling up in your eyes.

“Alright, I guess that settles it,” You giggle. “Call me, Mrs. Munson,”

You watch him take off a silver band from his finger and slowly slip it onto your left ring finger.

“I’M GETTING HITCHED!” Eddie stands up from the booth and yells. Your eyes go wide as you tug on his arm to sit down. It doesn’t take long for the restaurant guests to start clapping and telling you “Congratulations”. Your face turns bright red with embarrassment.

“Eddie, stop! You’re killing me,” You cover your face in your hands.

“Why? The world should know that I’m getting married to the most metal girl ever,” He gave a triumphant smile.

“I love you so much, Eddie Munson,” You sigh, giving in to his excitement.

“I love you too, Mrs. Munson,”

Sequel

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things

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ring-a-round-a-posey · 9 months

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Cowpoke

welcome to finding charlie!

lowercase intended

when a girl from texas finds her self intertwined with the world of sticks and pucks.

if anyone has any questions regarding the actual ranching part shoot me a message and i'll give you an explanation!

the early dawn was shining on the body strewn across the sheets. the body peacefully sleeping was quietly awoken by the rays.

her eyes slowly adjusting to the light

“why must we wake up so early?” charlotte asked in the quiet of her room. she begins to make the trek across the floor to her now, slowly opening door,

“hey shug, just making sure you were up.” a soft-spoken elderly woman said to her.

“yeah mawmaw, i’m awake, has pa made breakfast yet?” charlie responds.

“no, your daddy did, he’s tacking the horses up with the hands.” dorothy responds

“are we sure that the food is edible?” charlie jokes

“you’re funny shug, i’m sure your daddy is perfectly capable of making the four of us breakfast” dottie laughs. the two women begin their journey down the stairs,

“hey momma, hey babygirl. ready to get to work?” graham asks his daughter while flipping an egg.

“not really but someone has to do it, we can’t let chloe and the rest of the hands do it alone.” she laughs as a weathered gentleman walks in from the daylight-ridden ground.

“how is my favorite person this morning?” henry asks

“great dad, hows my favorite person?” graham responds causing the other people in the room to tumble over in laughter.

“now baby you know that wasn’t meant for you.” his mother says with residual laughter coating her face.

“haha of course i did momma, my babygirl has always been his favorite.” he says with a soft smile

“i don’t know about that now daddy, momma would’ve given that answer a run for its money,” charlie says with the same smile on her face,

“c’mon y’all, now lets not kick off our day with a grim start.” dorothy says before grabbing the cooler full of water and gatorade.

“now shug go ahead and get on some work attire, you can’t ranch and ride in your pajamas.” her grandma said in a warm tone

“yes ma’am,” charlie says before walking up the same stairs she came down thirty minutes before.

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the once calm sun, now beating down on the crowd of cows and people.

“you sure know how to pick ‘em mr.jamison,” chloe says wiping the beads of sweat from off her hat-line.

“you sure do pa, it's hotter than hell out here” charlie adds on,

“yeah mr,jamie, why’d you choose the hottest day of the summer to do this?” anthony, a ranch hand says.

“oh y’all quit your complaining, let’s get this done before the real heat starts to hit you lot.” henry nags on their complaining.

“WOULD SOMEONE COVER THE FLANK FOR ME?” charlie yells as she sees a cow and calf begin to move out of the circle. she goes to grab her rope and begin to circle it in the air,

“CHARLIE GO BACK TAKE YOUR POSITION LET THE SWING HANDLE THE LOOSE ONES” graham yells at her from behind

“i almost had ‘em” she mutters to herself as she drags her horse to get back into their position. she couldn’t help with the way she was feeling, although she knew that her anger was unnecessary, all her dad wanted was to keep her safe. especially after what her mom went through, and she never wanted her dad to go through that pain again.

the drive was long and tiring but that’s the price you have to pay when you’re generations deep into a cattle ranch. all charlotte wanted was a cold shower and to relax, but her day was far from over.

“hey shug, when you’re done untacking your horses wanna come start dinner with me?” dottie asked her granddaughter.

“of course i do, mawmaw! give be about thirty minutes to cool down stetson and i’ll be right in!” charlie said with a grin adorning her face

“actually i might need a quick shower before,” as she said that her face screwed up, “i smell pretty bad.”

“alright hopalong, see you when you don’t smell like you’ve been rolling in cow patties.” dottie says laughing as she walks back to the house.

while she and stetson were winding down from their eventful day, charlie couldn’t help but think about how much she wished her mom was there with her.

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charlie had finally made her way downstairs after her much needed shower.

“it’s about time you got down here” henry said to her

“would you rather me sit here and make your food while i’m covered in dirt and sweat?” she asks with a smirk lacing her lips.

“no i guess not” he says with a small laugh. charlie walks into the kitchen, admiring her grandmother from afar.

“you know staring is rude shug?” dottie says whilst turning around.

“can’t a girl look at her grandma with admiration without being nagged?” she says with the same bright smile that once shined on a similar face.

“whatever, come help me make these biscuits before those men get restless.” dottie says before turning around so she can start the chicken.

“how was the wagon without me mawmaw?” charlie asks

“not near as exciting, no one drives that buggy like you do.” dorothy softly laughs, “how was being back with the team?”

“not as exciting as i remember, i’m not used to being so stagnant. you know?” charlie thought out loud, “is it bad to say i miss the thrill of being in the middle of the problem?”

“no, of course not shug. you’ve been doing this since you could ride by yourself. being on the back burner is hard when you’re used to bubbling over all the time.” dorothy tells her before ushering her out of the way of what she need. charlotte took that a sign to finish up with her biscuit making.

“alright, ive got this dough shaped it just needs some time in the oven” charlie says as she put the cast iron of biscuits in the oven. dorothy nodded her head as she breaded the final pieces of chicken to fry.

“alright shug, i can finish up from here. why don’t you go set the table and find out what those hooligans want to drink, hmm?” dottie asked

“yes ma’am.” charlie replied before disappearing into the dining room. she begun laying the plates down, 5 place settings, one for henry, one for dorothy, one for graham, one for her, and one for clara. even though charlotte’s mom had passed almost 6 months ago, no one had the strength to leave her seat empty.

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dinner had commenced but not without some banter between the son and father. charlotte had taken it upon herself to clean up after everyone to catch some peace of mind before her day starts all over again.

charlie had made her way up the stairs for the final time today. although instead of turning into her room, she took the turn into the den. she thought some tv would do her a little good after the day she had.

she surfed channels for awhile before settling on some old western, when her grandpa walked in.

“hey pumpkin, watching el dorado are we?” henry asks before plopping down right next to his granddaughter. charlie nods while dropping her head on to his shoulder. he responded by wrapping his arm around hers in turn. charlie eventually fell asleep, and henry didn’t have the heart to move her, she looked so content just laying there.

charlie stayed asleep until a nightmare plagued her mind. she woke up with a shine on her forehead and decided she wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. she, once again, began to channel surf before seeing a familiar face. although she couldn’t quite place the young man, she knew him from somewhere. she paused before getting lost in the way the men slid across the ground, seemingly chasing nothing.

she didn’t know it then but that one interview would change her life, but would it be for the best?

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#finding charlie #jack hughes x reader #luca fantilli x reader #trevor zegras x reader #luke hughes x reader #mark estapa x reader #ethan edwards x reader #quinn hughes x reader #cole caufield x reader

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 7 months

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ofmd s2e2 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post, not quite a liveblog. this post is gonna be unpolished and messy bc this is the only way i know to process my emotions abt these episodes enough that i can actually start talking coherently about them.

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

did not notice the first time around that buttons is sleeping with his legs sticking up resting against the side of the ship. king.

WHY DID THEY USE A DIFFERENT TAKE OF THE YOU WEAR FINE THINGS WELL SCENE WHAT PURPOSE DOES THIS SERVE. THIS HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME FOR DAYS.

oh god the face stede makes after he breathes out all wistfully is so pained... ogughuhg heartbreak......

why is the groom cake topper dirty ed were you kissing it. ed. edward.

hNNNG ed pushing the painted bride figurine closer..... im gonna throw up

ed!! rolling over and crying!!! TAIKA HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT LOOKING SO FUCKING SAD THIS SHIT HURTS ME

like i can literally feel the tears burning in his eyes. the way his chest starts shaking with sobs but he's managing to keep the sobs in for like one more second. he's trying so hard to hold it in and i've cried like this before and it physically HURTS

also oughg the song. run from me baby... run my good wife... run from me baby..... you better run for your life........ ED THINKS THAT'S WHAT STEDE DID!!! RAN AWAY FROM HIM!!!!! and he thinks that was stede running for his life bc like, he thinks he's inherently monstrous and unlovable and hnnnnnnnnngggg. ed teach go to therapy challenge.

the crew responding to zheng's wake-up bell is so relatable. me when my alarm goes off at 6am

ok so the running bit where stede's crew has never heard of China before. is kinda weird to me. and honestly it kinda runs back to what zheng said in the last episode "one thing i've learned in my time here: you people know so little" about nobody knowing how valuable indigo is. like the show is portraying your average caribbean pirate as really ignorant and only like, ed stede and fucking ricky are on par with zheng yi sao. and i mean knowledge doesnt equate to intelligence so like the indigo thing i didnt really bat an eye at but when it was played for comedy with olu not knowing how to pronounce china i was like... hm. but the season's just started so maybe im reading too much into it but idk. it's a weird writing choice to me.

loving how at the start of last season the crew almost mutinied bc stede was a soft captain but now roach is out here embracing how all of them are "tender as hell."

love how lucius and pete have their romantic reunion chat just. fully in front of an audience

stede looks. so upset. watching lupete kiss. this man misses his boyfriend so fucking bad

lucius not even trying to hide how much he Does Not want to be stuck with stede in towels

also hi the sky in this scene is so pink. it was blue when buttons was doing tai chi so i guess this is sunset. day one complete.

buttons confirmed sea witch one of the best scenes in s2 so far. intrigued by auntie saying "i have looked for you far and wide" like are there other sea witches and auntie only wanted buttons?? or is buttons literally the only sea witch in the world. i want the lore.

ed. eddie eddie edward. ed my beloved babygirl. i would fuckinggg die for you

ok but also there is literally no way frenchie didnt see ed when he walked in like ed is standing Right There. i love when directors do stuff like this tho it's so funny to me. "ok joel just walk in there and pretend like you dont see taika standing literally right in front of you"

just noticed ed was polishing the handle to the wardrobe (the main wardrobe) right there. he's tidying up. getting his affairs in order before he— *i break down into inconsolable sobbing*

i wont like tho it was very funny to me when we finally got this full scene and ed's "and no more stede" turned out to be "no more izzy." very fun for me

god i LOVE when we get pirate code shit. none of these rules ever make sense it's always just whatever works for the plot's sake. "that's the code of the sea: the new first mate always kills the old first mate. it's always been like that" i don't think it was literally ever like that i think the writers decided that making up this bullshit rule would add drama to the situation. it's like how pirates can win duels by rendering their opponent's sword inoperable (as if pirates ever had like ritualistic duels). or next episode when zheng yi sao is gonna kill them for mutinying against ed. i love how all the logistics of the plot are always some handwavy-bullshit bc the show just Does Not Care about this shit. this is the ed and stede show and everything else is just superfluous set dressing

we were all fixated on lucius living in the walls none of us predicted that it could be izzy living in the walls

"start with his leg see where it goes" frenchie what does this MEAN

archie thinking jim was asking which leg to cut off and just. answering the question genuinely. is so fucking real lmao me too girl

JIM PUTTING THEIR HAND OVER ARCHIE'S TO BRACE THEMSELF BEFORE THEY START CUTTING INTO IZZY'S LEG... the romances on this show are unparalleled

archie when izzy's leg starts gushing: aye yai yai!

stede telling everyone in laundry abt his whole romance with blackbeard. and stede telling zheng and auntie abt blackbeard when he thought they were just soup sellers. you KNOW stede's been telling literally everyone he meets abt how he's looking for his beloved ed.

lol ok but cuba was not written on the map in the one shot and then stede says "oh, hang on, he might be in cuba!" and it cuts back to the map and he underlines the word "cuba" which somehow mysteriously appeared on the map while stede was chatting. 10/10 no notes

also GOD do i relate to stede so hard sometimes. it did not even occur to stede to ask lucius how he's been until lucius points it out and then he's like "oh! right! how are you??" and he does genuinely care but he was just so absorbed in his own shit it did not occur to him to ask. like. ohhhh baby does that hit home

LUCIUS DRAMATICALLY PAUSING IN THE DOORWAY WHEN STEDE TELLS HIM TO WAIT. HIS HANDS ON EITHER SIDE OF THE DOOR AND HIS HEAD BENT. THIS FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN I LOVE HIM!!!!

LLOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER "oh, yeah. now you care?" AND THNE SHAKING HIS HEAD AS HE WALKS AWAY god i LOVE this soap opera

ok but buttons looks very confused when auntie says "i see you've adopted the humble form of a man" and then she hands him the book abt shapeshifting. like did she know that he doesnt know how to change form or what.

auntie asks buttons to bless their travels. anyway this is how stede somehow didnt get everyone killed in e1 despite the fact that they were at sea for a few months and he had no idea what the fuck he was doing.

LOVE auntie's little... yell? whimper?? before shuffling away nervously. incredible performance.

also the spellbook thing is in chinese. pretty cool how buttons knows how to read chinese.

ed jumpscare 2!

frenchie's "fire away. not literally, i hope" I MISSED THAT THE FIRST TIME KJSGHKFJDGHJHK WHAT A GREAT FUCKING LINE

love how irl frenchie using the wrong hand for that throat-slitting pantomime would be unimportant but the show acts like that's something that could actually give frenchie away bc they need to really nail home the fact that Ed Is A Fucking Genius

another thing ed is: INCREDIBLY HOT. he is being intimidating and evil to frenchie rn and i am very very into it.

obsessed with archie casually picking some random gore off her hand

also obsessed with how jim is just poking at izzy's leg. they learned how to butcher animals as a kid tho so i guess they're not really grossed out by severed body parts lmaoo

also also obsessed with how izzy would absolutely have not survived this at all. i love this show

list part 2:

ok im sorry but "he's our dick" does not feel earned to me. like they use that fantastic shot of the whole crew in episode 6 last season but what's crucial abt that shot is izzy isn't hanging out with the crew. he's sitting away in the corner monologuing abt how he thinks maybe ed might not want to kill stede.

i do think it's significant tho that jim wasn't there for izzy at his worst aka threatening to withhold rations for laughing at him. like they weren't part of the vote to mutiny against izzy. but frenchie was and frenchie was like "start with his leg see where it goes" which does not seem like he's really that invested in keeping izzy alive.

also it's weird how we don't see fang at all for this bit with hiding izzy in the walls. like he would be the one i'd expect to have the strongest connection to izzy bc he knew izzy before the show started and he was hugging and comforting izzy last episode.

anyway imo jim keeping izzy alive is more abt them missing when they were on the ship with olu and the whole crew and the ship was like a family, not necessarily abt feeling loyalty to izzy specifically. i could be wrong tho who knows.

one thing i do know is that it is VERY important to point out how jim is struggling really hard with everything, archie is not. she wasnt there for the co-captaining era at all and she seems to be rolling with everything like it's all expected. this includes the wedding raid and ed pointing a gun at her last season and stuff. even now she's mostly just confused by why jim is bothering to try and keep izzy alive. but she acts like the amputation and the violence are all what she expected.

yay kissing!! with the shit stuffed up their nose and covered in blood and jim still holding the leg GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW

hnng when archie says "you have... hope" jim's jaw tenses and they visibly swallow after the word "hope." god jim is going through it

"the wooden demon boy that thirsted for life" god i love this game of telephone that the show is playing with pinocchio it's so fucking funny

archie definitely still says a few syllables after "no i was cleaning up blood" while jim was leaning in for another kiss but none of it forms a coherent word. relatable.

ed's "ohhhhohoho. ohoho" is so funny to me. this man is so jealous that other people are getting to kiss ppl they like but not him.

hm archie and jim are not actually kissing when we cut to the shot of ed standing in the stairwell. i imagine this is an editing goof or something

jim and archie pulling away like two kids who got caught kissing under the bleachers during gym class or something. incredible. one of jim's nose plug rags is mysteriously missing now. i think archie ate it.

ed shushing frenchie. nothing to say here but "i need him carnally"

"take the fuckin leg" ed does NOT like mess!!!

"he was your friend" well jim. he might have been ed's friend. but he had a very strange way of showing it.

why does it sound like ed has spurs on his boots

OLU IS SO CUTE I CANT BLAME ZHENG FOR BEING LIKE "you're doing so good at filing thanks so much!!" WHEN HE'S ACTIVELY FUCKING EVERYTHING UP

also. i want to know about auntie's filing system. ahead of it's time, you say?? tell me more. hi my name is jess and i love sorting things

ah yeah olu mispronouncing china moment

olu and zheng are cute tho ngl

roach is having an orgasmic experience drinking soup. very relatable.

love that stede called the broth "insane" like fics so often get stede's voice wrong bc he will randomly say casual slang in a way that contradicts his general s1 vibe of stuffy frilly rich guy. but he's more like your average dad whose general grammar when speaking is pretty outdated but he's also trying to use slang to fit in with his kids

oh god stede is trying so hard with lucius it is giving SUCH awkward dad vibes. "when i was young and edgy" and "mr. cool" STEEEEDE

"my spicy little rat boy" im so sad that lucius hates that pet name bc this is the funniest thing black pete's ever said

aw nooooo the way pete jumps when lucius yells at him :(:(:(

yo wee john has like a wristband with all these sewing needles and shit stuck on it that's such a cool costume detail

the first thing izzy says after waking up is "my leg" and in my head im hearing it in the spongebob meme voice

first: very funny how ed responds "yeah!" like, laughing about the whole. amputation thing. and then secondly i am obsessed with "up in Leg Heaven" he is so fucking quirky. i love him.

"have you come to take the other one" yeah you'd probably enjoy that huh izzy.

love ed's dangly earring. gender.

smthng abt how izzy is instantly exhausted and dismissive when ed tells izzy to take the gun vs how ed was also bored and dismissive when izzy said "i have love for you." idk if there's anything there im just making tenuous connections in my head rn

help. ed clenching his fists when he's standing with his back to izzy. he really wants izzy to do it but also even deeper than that he really doesn't he wants to live

izzy starts to laugh the same way he started to cry last episode with like a really loud sudden gasp of air. also he laughs so weirdly jesus christ

also jesus this is so fucking dark. i mean obviously but im fucking reeling right now from ed trying to get izzy to kill him and izzy's response is just "do it yourself you fucking pussy." fuck.

more thoughts on this scene here

"i loved you... best i could" i actually dont have a lot of thoughts abt this at all aside from it just seems like a weird thing for ed to say. idk. i have a few metas abt this saved that ive been meaning to read so maybe that will help me deconstruct this but i think i'd need more time to figure out why this line feels weird to me. it could literally just be that i dont like blackhands at all but idk. probably not gonna unpack my feelings for a while tho bc in terms of everything i want to dig into from these 3 episodes alone this is at the bottom of that list lol

love how ed tells frenchie "go live" right before he steers them into a storm and tries to doom everyone on the ship.

"two messed-up kids probably" i know this is one of those things that some viewers are just always gonna have a problem with but it's so fucking funny to me how stede is like. never seeing his children again. and is like "yeah they're probably traumatized by how i was a bad father. well that's for mary and doug to deal with!"

lucius winking when he calls stede quite the fuck-up. i love this snarky gay

anyway for how fucked up the vibe is on ed's ship at least they weren't playing human puppet or making people catch rats with their teeth

shit this is longer than the last post. anyway list part 3:

ok i completely forgot abt this scene where the crew back on the Revenge is talking in the hallway before they go confront ed but i think it's rlly interesting how jim is the only one who says anything abt how ed's sudden cheery mood is NOT a good thing. fang is like "do we think he's better?" and jim's like "fuck no!" and frenchie's like "idk he seemed pretty calm to me." like this is so fucking juicy to me. jim knew this wasn't "better." i think this is because jim kinda gets it. they know what it's like to be told you're only meant for violence. and they know what it's like to want something softer. last season i probably wouldnt have said jim understood ed's suicidal tendencies but the way jim KNOWS that this isnt better makes me wonder if they understand this, too.

altho when they go outside and ed is like "it's a bad storm! and i took the wheel! and im gonna fire into the mast! we're all gonna die!!" jim yells "what do you want, you piece of shit!" (in spanish) so maybe they dont get the suicide bit of it. but they did understand that ed wasn't better.

oh ed's voice in "what do i want?" is so whiny and sad. babygirl is fucking going through it. good thing the rain is hiding his tears ahaha. ha.

"all love dies im just hastening the process" objectively this is fucked up but also it is so funny to me that he's like "i got dumped so now nobody else is allowed to be happy and in love." he broke up all the couples at the end of s1 and he raided a fucking wedding. babygirl i love you. you are so unwell

VERY RANDOM THOUGHT and i would have to go back to last episode double check but i dont think any of the background crew are women?? it's just archie??? which kinda bums me out a bit like i dont only want female rep in the main cast i want to see random background women too. i could be entirely wrong abt this tho just in this scene i only see dudes in the background

anyway archie being like "alright i guess we're fighting" bc this is archie's normal. archie is just kinda resigned to her life being shit.

stede crossing out "dead" and circling "alive" is so fucking funny to me hfjkhdjvgdfjk like. manifesting.

but also he does kinda manifest that in the next episode doesnt he?? he loves ed back to life ahaha oh god oh fuck *starts sobbing*

"looks like he's gotten back into arson" okay and??? wee john's an arson enthusiast also, cmon lucius dont judge a man for his hobbies

stede's fucking face when he considers what lucius said abt "maybe his time with you is the best it's gonna get for him" like i think he tries to think abt it and just. cant. he cant fucking accept that. god im gonna throw up.

HNNNNG THE RUN FROM ME SONG COMING BACK IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT

i cant get over how archie is like. yeah bro it's fine. it's cool just kill me im not gonna hold it against you.

jim's like "YOU WERE GONNA DO IT ANYWAY!!" and ed's like "teehee yeah :3 u got me"

oh bro some of the random background crew people just fully go overboard huh. damn. rip those guys.

ok so im choosing to believe that izzy fired a lucky shot there bc the man couldn't even shoot himself point blank in the skull but im supposed to believe that he got ed right in the arm from the other side of the deck in the middle of a crazy storm and the ship rocking like crazy and izzy's probably suffering from like, insane amounts of blood loss?? i dont buy it. i mean it doesnt matter at all but i think he was trying to hit ed's general torso area and if ed didnt have his arm held out izzy would've missed. like i said tho this makes no fucking difference. it's just a fun little headcanon hehe

love how ed laughs like an absolute maniac here. babygirl u are so unhinged.

wait it's fucking wild how in the middle of all this we to cut to auntie putting the map back together and then we see that zheng is bringing her fleet over land. anyway this is foreshadowing obviously but like considering the song choice and cutting this between ed's suicide attempt and then the crew mutinying. is a choice. and idk why they made that choice yet.

it is a pretty dramatic reveal tho. i didnt appreciate that the first time but holy shit. she's just pulling her ships all the way to the caribbean. girlboss.

and then the mutiny. the relief on ed's face hurts me so fucking much

other thoughs about this scene here

HOLY SHIT THIS POST CREDITS SCENE AHHHHHH

so first of all. auntie saying olu can be allowed to clean up random hairs around the desk and zheng being like "there's not that much hair" girl you know you're lying. her hair is so long and so gorgeous and you KNOW random strands end up making scary-ass hair spiders if somebody doesn't regularly sweep things up

second of all: olu pretending there's a carrier bird with a messege for zeng to give her a break is SO CUTE. OLU. OLU YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART.

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