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#𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙑𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙍: 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)
» summary: you were an architect in seattle, and one of the things kept you sane was your rockstar friends. one day, they found a new singer to their new band and you went to listen to them.
» word count: 2.4k
» warnings: fluff, some angst, grammar issues
» inspired by sarah jio’s always novel.
» part 1
— october, 1990
"fuck, fuck, fuck... fuck!" you yelled at yourself when the file you've been working for 7 hours closed without saving it. you didn't forget to save it, your computer just froze for a couple of minutes. you were waiting patiently, but suddenly, your computer shut down.
you suddenly heard someone knocking on the wall. "hey! can't you be quiet?" it was your next-door neighbor stone. you sighed and grabbed your things, wore a coat and left the home. he heard that you were leaving and he opened to door.
"hey, sorry for yelling. is everything alright?" he asked gently.
"no, my project's gone forever. i have to start from the beginning. and my ass hurts from sitting straight. guess i'm going out for a walk now."
"hey, stop by on the way home, and bring some snacks!" you heard jeff's excited voice and you couldn't help but chuckle.
"damn, you really need a new computer." he said playfully.
"yeah, you don't need to remind me." you rolled your eyes and waved at him then left the building. it wasn't raining to your surprise, but the weather still was cold. you moved here 6 years ago but still couldn't get used to the atmosphere of the city. you missed hot california days.
you were walking with heavy steps. thinking about which excuse you should try on your boss tomorrow. you weren't like this. you were actually pretty punctual and disciplined at your work. but your ancient computer started to make things worse for you. and your current goal was buying a new computer.
you entered a market and bought some snacks for you and the boys. after about 25 minutes you were in front of their door. your cheeks were red as tomato. stone would sure make fun of it while jeff would say you look cute. and that's what happened.
"cut it out, stone. i went for forgetting about my problems but you yourself creating a problem for me" you said playfully while lying on their couch.
"did you go for finding excuses for your boss but realized that you used them all on him?" he smirked at you. damn, he really knew you well.
he was the first person you met in the city. you would just say good morning and good night when you encountered. it was until you were coming home with a large cardboard for your project. he was behind you and it fell on him accidently. you apologized continuously but he offered to help you with your project instead. that's how you became close.
one day a band named green river asked him to play guitar at their band. and that's how you met with jeff after. after two years he established a band called mother love bone. they were amazing and sure they had a huge impact on the grunge scene. everything was great until a couple of months ago, until andy's death. it hit all of you pretty hard, especially chris and love bone guys. you all knew that he was addicted but none of you saw it coming.
it took a while to guys recover. stone and jeff got into music again. they got together with stone's friend from high school, mike and matt from soundgarden. but matt couldn't fully commit to this new band due to playing with his band. after the audition, the guys asked to dave play with them. he agreed and they were looking for a singer now. all the guys who auditioned tried to sound like andy, but nobody could sound like him and they were looking for something unique.
you three were chilling and watching some TV currently. it helped you forget about your problems a little, it was until mike came with a tape.
"i have good news for you!" he cheered after jeff opened the door for him. "what is it?" stone asked mike.
"so i talked with jack, and he gave our demo to his friend, eddie. and he wrote lyrics for three songs. i got excited and listened to it alone and i'm telling you, we have to hire that guy!"
"woah woah, slow down there. let us listen to it first. hey, what time is it by the way?" stone asked.
"it's almost 6 pm" jeff answered and you gasped. "oh my, i won't make it through..." you whined. "what is it?" mike asked.
"i was working on my new project and my computer suddenly shut down, i'm so done with it but i have no choice but to continue with it." you answered.
"jeez, why don't you ask to borrow ours? the program you use is already on the computer. and i'm pretty sure ours's better than yours." stone suggested with sass. you rolled your eyes at him and watched him give you his computer and charger of it. "thanks, i'll return it in the early morning. bye, y'all!" you went to the door but mike called you from behind.
"wait, aren't you gonna listen to him?" showing the tape, you shook your head and gave an apologetic smile to them. "i already lost so much time, and i'm willing more to listen to him on live. it's like a surprise to me, yeah?"
after leaving their apartment you entered yours and got to work again.
after minutes, you swore you heard a familiar voice from the walls. "it must be their new singer..." you wandered to yourself.
a couple of weeks passed and this night, they were gonna play their first show with eddie. you wondered how he looked and sounded like. you loved making little surprises for yourself. you needed them for not to drown in this city.
after another exhausting day, you went to your home and took a quick shower then got ready for their show and left. when you were at the place, you saw soundgarden guys and went next to them. matt was smiling at you. "he has a great voice, don't you think so?" he asked. you shrugged, "i've never listened him, i refused. that's gonna be a surprise for me, you know?" he rolled his eyes at you playfully. then the show started. and oh,
oh...
that sure was a surprise to you, a big surprise.
you totally weren't expecting to see the love of your life on the stage. you recognized him immediately. your heart clenched watching him. he was looking gorgeous like he used to look 6 years ago. and his baritone voice... you remembered how he would play songs on an acoustic guitar and sing to you with his unique voice.
you missed him, you missed him so much. you couldn't get him out of your head, you didn't want to. you wanted everything to stay inside your head. you suddenly wondered if he was still remembering you. maybe he thought that he meant nothing to you so he got you out of his head. you hoped he didn't. but you didn't know how to face him. you knew you had to, he was in your friends' band now, after all.
your eyes met suddenly. your heart was beating like crazy. and you felt that your palms were sweating. he then looked away. you lowered your head.
did he remember you or he was just mad at you? you couldn't help but caress your locket. he was probably mad and found someone else.
when their show ended, you were smiling at them and clapping loudly like everyone else. they all were looking compatible together. you were happy for stone and jeff, and you knew they were going to be an impactful band.
instead of going backstage, you went outside. you could meet eddie tomorrow or another day. you just wanted to calm your clenching heart.
so you went to the exit without attracting attention. but when you looked at the stage for the last time, you saw eddie looking at you. you gulped and went outside.
after about twenty minutes, you were ready to go home, take a hot shower, wear your comfy pyjamas, and then sleep. but your plans fell through when you saw stone was dragging eddie to where you were standing.
"[name], this is our new singer, eddie." he turned his face to him. "and eddie, this is my next-door neighbor, [name]. but i suppose you already know each other. time to break the ice between you two!" he then left you two alone.
he knew, he god damn knew that eddie was your ex (you didn't know honestly what you two are). you would show him your photos with him and cry on his shoulder and telling him how much you missed him. of course he knew he was your ex when he first time saw him live. he probably wanted you two to meet again and break the ice.
"you were amazing at there." you started the conversation. he answered with a simple thanks. and you two went silent. an uncomfortable one.
"how did you find seattle?"
"not good, i guess. i used to live in sunny weather. i already missed old, hot, california days."
you smiled to yourself. "yeah, and i miss old chicago days." when you mentioned chicago, his face got serious. maybe because he had bad memories from there. the memories he wishes he could forget about.
"i don't care about chicago anymore." you were kinda hurt by his words but what could you say?
"eddie..."
"don't, don't start." he shut his eyes. your face dropped at his move. "look, you're just a great friend of my friends. that's what you are to me, nothing more." he coldly said and he turned his direction at the door.
"you don't even wanna listen the story from my point of view and that's not even fair!" you suddenly yelled at him. and made him look at you.
"after our first date, i thought i gave you my number. but instead, i actually gave you my house's number. and guess what? my family moved to michigan after i started college, and of course, they changed their number. i always wondered why you weren't calling me. i got furious and hurt. but then i realized that i gave you the wrong number.
after i finished the second semester, the first thing i've done was go to chicago and look for you. i asked some surfer guys about you, i asked musicians at the various bars, i looked for you. and finally learned that you went to south california not much after i left. i felt hopeless, but i never stopped loving you eddie, never. i don't know if it's even possible but i fell in love with you more."
you showed your locket and carefully opened inside. and his facial expression got soft when he saw the green seashell he gifted to you. "i never got you out of my head, i never got you out of my neck too." you then closed it and looked at him again. "i love you eddie, i've never stopped."
you saw his eyes watered and he just pressed his lips hard against each other. "i thought, i thought i was your little toy."
you shaked your head and smiled at him. "like i said, you're more than a summer love to me." he looked at you. you could see regret from things he told you just now and longing. oh how much he wanted to hold you tightly and cry on your shoulder.
so he did, and you hugged him back. he was mumbling "i'm sorry, you know i actually care about chicago. it's the place we met after all. and you know you're more than a friend's friend to me. i love you, i never stopped loving you either. i thought you lied to me. i was furious but still continued to love you. i couldn't help it. i love you so much."
you were caressing his back gently. after he calmed down, you connected your foreheads. "i'm here and you're here from now on. we're here together." you whispered. he smiled, "and we will make new good memories together here." he responded. you rolled your eyes playfully. "this city isn't the best, but i believe we can make everything look good."
he nodded and looked at your lips. he wanted to kiss you so bad. but before you let him do so, you connected your lips instead. the kiss was full of longing and love.
after a couple of seconds, you heard someone's whistle at the back. when you two faced them they were clapping. of course, they were your friends. "don't you have to do something better?!" you yelled at them irritated.
"let's go inside." he smiled at you and intertwined your hands together.
— 2005
"so that's how me and daddy started dating again." you finished your story. your daughter's eyes got watered and you looked at her worriedly. "baby, what's wrong?" you quickly wiped her tears away.
"i-i'm just thinking *sob* what if daddy never actually recorded those demos? what if uncle stone never hired him? *sob* what would happen?"
"oh baby," you stood up from your chair and let her hug you from behind. not wanting to hurt her little brother, andy. you caressed her hair and kneeled carefully for planting a kiss on her forehead.
"we would find each other, no matter when. i promise, we're destined to be together forever. and you're destined to be our firstborn. i promise nothing would change."
you then heard someone opening the door. it was your husband. he put the groceries down and looked at you. "I'm home!" he cheered. your daughter ran to him quickly and wrapped her arms around his legs. he then kneeled to hold her up.
"what's wrong, princess?" he asked worriedly and then looked at you. you just smiled and went next to him, lying your head on his shoulder. his one arm was holding your daughter while his other hand was wrapped around your waist.
"i-i just love you so much, daddy. i love mommy so much too. i'm happy that i was born as your daughter." he laughed and kissed her cheek. "we love you so much too, princess. and don't ever think that we're gonna love andy more. we'll love you both equally. and our love for you two will never change."
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CAN WE GET EDDIE VEDDER WITH A BREEDING KINK IF UR OK WITH THAT 🥹🥹
A/n: hello! Sorry if I got to this late I have been busy these day and I tried my best to answer this as soon as possible here you go:)
It Won’t hurt to Try •Eddie Vedder•
(Rewritten)
Pairing: Eddie Vedder x fem!reader
Warning: Smut, fingering, slight breed kink, unprotected sex!
Me and Eddie were on the couch watching tv when Eddie looked down at me I looked up at him smiling “what’s up Ed’s” he sighed turning off the tv “I- I don’t know how to say this y/n but I’ve been thinking for a while” I furrowed my eyebrows grabbing his hand “well what is it?” He looked at me before saying “I want to start a family with you y/n- I know! We just got married but I just can’t wait” he looked down I grabbed his chin gently making him face me without hesitation he kissed me putting his hand behind my neck pulling me closer we pulled away for air tucking a strand behind my ear “y/n I want to make love to you just love I want you so bad” I pecked his lips “I want you too Eddie I want everything with you” he looked into my eyes reassuringly “are you sure you want to start a family I don’t want to force you” I chuckled at him “I want nothing more but that” he picked me up to our bedroom placing me down on the bed gently kissing down my neck finding my sweet spot before sucking on it leaving a mark I threw my head back letting out a breathy moan tugging his hair slightly he groan sucking slightly harder he pulled away taking my shirt off I sat up taking off his shirt he smiled laying me back down “Tonight is all about you” I pecked his lips as he went down reaching behind my back to take my bra off I arched my back to help him get it off he looked at my chest for a while before taking a nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around I arched my back closing my eyes enjoying the feeling “Eddie” I groaned I felt him smirk before he started kissing down my stomach until he got to my shorts and unbuttoned them gently taking them off tossing them aside on the floor using his had to gently spread my legs further he kissed my clothed core taking off my underwear tossing them with my shorts he licked my folds I gasped grabbing his hair arching my back “you taste so good fuck” he groaned going faster sucking on my clit I let out a loud moan biting my lip until I felt him slide a finger in pumping fast my breathing started to get faster thrusting my hips against him feeling him add in another finger “agh- Ed don’t stop please” I said as I felt a knot form in my stomach he sped up his movements “cum for me baby” I arched my back feeling my eyes roll back in pleasure and feeling the knot untie Eddie got up licking his fingers before getting up to take off his remaining clothing his erection free against his stomach he got back on top of me kissing my lips slipping his tongue in my mouth not missing a spot unexplored “are you sure you’re ready” he asked looking in my eyes with nothing filled with love and reassurance i nodded kissing his cheek “Im ready Ed’s” he smiled aligning himself with my entrance sliding in slowly screwing his eyes shut his mouth hanging open I moaned softly pulling him closer digging his face in the crook of my neck going at a slow pace “Eddie go faster please” he obliged going faster “fuck you feel so good, you take me so well” I wrapped my legs around his waist thrusting my hips against his feeling him speed up his movements his hand reached between us and started rubbing my clit in fast circular motion “Ed’s don’t stop please!” I practically begged he leaned his forehead against mine “Fuck who do you belong to?” “You Eddie” I sighed he thrusted deeper hitting my g-spot “Louder” he groaned going faster “You Eddie!” I screamed feeling myself getting close “Fuck Ed’s I’m gonna cum!” After that he starting rubbing faster and speeding up his pace “go ahead baby, cum for me” he groaned screwing his eyes shut breathing into my neck I released all around him practically screaming his name, it wasn’t long until I felt his seed in me collapsing next to me catching our breaths, he pulled himself closer to me stroking my hair and kissing my head “Do you think it worked?” He asked I looked up at him smiling brightly “I think so” he looked down pulling the covers more over us “I love you so much y/n” he said pulling my head on his chest “I love you too eddie”.
A/n: hi! I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting for a while I’m so sorry that is the request Didn’t match the story but i tried haha but this one I’d have to say is my favorite yet haha! Have a great day or night everyone!
#eddie vedder#eddie vedder smut#pearl jam#90s grunge#smut#fanfiction#fanfic#grunge#reader insert#requests#rock#x reader#fluff#hard rock
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My Sunset 𓆉｡˚ ✧ ༉‧₊˚
Eddie Vedder x Fem!Reader
(How does one cope with a love that’s lost to the waves)
(Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing)
(Words: 1397 )
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“This next song is black.” He said running his fingers through his long wavy hair. Grabbing a fist full of the microphone he starts to sing as the strumming of guitars are heard in the background.
His voice echos through the room giving me full body chills in the front row.
I had forgotten how much I love the way his voice feels. The rasp of it almost cuts into your skin as each note passes.
“Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Where laid spread out before me
As her body once did..”
His once tightly closed eyes opened for a second. A brief second. And I could tell he knew I was here. He found my gaze and in almost an instant you could see the intensity rise in him as his eyes close once again.
“All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun”
His arms flexed as he grasped the microphone in his hands tighter. He looks up to the ceiling, his hair falling back out of his face and you could see his skin glisten. He was beautiful…. He is beautiful.
He looks back down only to meet my eyes and keep the contact for more than I was prepared for. I mean…. He’s my best friend, and the love of my life. To this day I felt bad about how that night ended. And I can tell in his eyes he’s hurt. Bad…
“Now the air I tasted and breathed….Has taken a turn”
I was almost pleading with him to look away. Give me space to breathe. To understand what he was feeling. But he didn’t. His gaze wouldn’t let go. And I deserved it. I threw us away. Whether it was intentional or not. I let him leave.
“Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything”
As he says those last words I subconsciously reach fir my forearm where are matching tattoos lay. Like a reminder. I can tell he saw the subtle reach of my hand and he looks away.
“I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear”
His words transport my mind back into that old playground on the seaside where we sat lazily on a swing set. We were sopping wet and the sun was setting.
“You should go hook up your board to the car it’s getting late.” I said but he wasn’t listening.
“Ed… Eddie what are you staring at?” I laughed awkwardly.
“You..”
“Why is there sand on my face?” I questioned.
“It’s just… you’re so beautiful. You mesmerize me.” He whispered as he leaned his swing closer to mine.
“Eddie…”
“Y/n…”
We shared are first kiss that night as the waves crashed behind us. But he’s right, I haven’t been to that swing set since. The happy kids playing around it just reminds me we’re not kids anymore. And life’s not always as beautiful as a sunset. It can be dark. And cold. And black.
“Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away”
His hair swung softly as he sang with such intensity. His emotions flowed through his music into the crowds ears. It almost felt to personal. To uncomfortable. Like it was a secret you weren’t supposed to know.
“And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All that I'll be, yeah”
I wish I could forget. The emotions he gives me. But I can’t. And honestly I don’t truly want to. I wish I could just redo that night. Make everything good again.
“Uh huh, uh huh, oh
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In someone else’s sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Oh can't it be mine”
He stared straight into my eyes boring holes into them, grasping at my soul. It felt wrong. Mean even. But I know he meant it. Every word.
“Eddie I’m sorry I can’t.” I cried. My legs crossed on the bed all those months ago.
“You’re the happiest part of my life y/n. You can’t just leave me. All for what? You hate it here!” He exclaimed the tears welling up in his eyes.
“This is my life. This was our life. I can’t just drop everything for a tour. Eddie please, you have to understand.”
“No you don’t understand, God! I love you, I’ve loved you since we were 13. And you know that. I love the way your hair falls in your face when your nervous, or the way you dance around all crazy to loud music as you brush your teeth, or the way you snore when you sleep, or how you subconsciously hold your own hand when your lonely and mines not in reach. I love you and all your awkward and all your sadness and happiness. And nothing could ever change that.” Tears slowly fell down onto his cheeks.
“Eddie….”
“Don’t stay, please come with me.” He begged.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.” I said removing his grip from my waist where it once’s laid and headed for the door.
“Y/n please.” He cried as I exited the home, walking to the only place I could think of… the swing set.
I just sat and cried. Almost in shame. I mean, I was afraid. Afraid of leaving my own little town and going out into the world. It didn’t feel safe or comfortable. But you never know unless you try. I should have just gained some courage that night. And went with him.
Oh god how I wish I went with him. Nothing felt right after he left. It felt like a part of not only the town, but me went missing.
“We belong, we belong together!”
His eyes had to be pulled away from me by his own thoughts as he practically screamed into the microphone. The hot tears felt like acid on my skin as I looked at him. He was right. We belong together. Yet here I was… sitting in pain as he was up there on stage. Which felt so…… so far away.
I found him after the filming of unplugged was over. He was just standing there with a water in his hands as he fiddled with his hair. He looked so innocent. So helpless. I put a hand out to touch his shoulder.
“Eddie…” I said softly as he turned around to face me.
“You came.”
“I got your letter. I mean this was amazing, I’m so proud of you.” I smile softly trying to break the tension. But I could tell he needed the confrontation. He needed answers. So I let it happen.
“Why did you abandon me…” he asked and I was taken aback by his wording. Is that what I had done? I have never felt more awful.
“I- I was scared. Scared of life, and leaving the comfort of our town. I just wasn’t ready. But you were.” I explain and he fidgets with his fingers.
“I wish you could have explained that then. I didn’t want to make you feel scared. It’s just that big things were happening.” He says looking up at me.
“I agree, I should have been honest about what I was feeling I just, didn’t want to hold you back.”
“You weren’t a weight on my shoulder. You made me feel lighter. I just…… you still hold your own hands.” He says abruptly and I notice he’s looking and my hands which were indeed clasped. My thumb nervously rubbing the side of the other.
“What…. Oh yeah, I guess I do.” I say and we meet eyes.
“I miss you (y/n).”
“I miss you too, ed.”
“Could we try again, I just….. I miss my best friend.” He smiles bashfully.
“I’d like that.” I say and he takes me into his arms.
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dance away your cowboy blues
Country Singer!Joel Miller x F!Reader
summary: who knew the man with the voice of an angel could break your heart this bad?
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern/no outbreak AU & Joel has both his daughters, exes to lovers with eventual husband!Joel, angst followed up by good sweet fluff, concert venue, light drinking mention, Joel being stubborn & bad at feelings, hints of spice, fools in love, reader is addressed as ‘honey, darlin,’ use of song lyrics in fic, Pearl Jam & Taylor Swift song mentions, soft & heartbroken!Joel, lovesick!Joel
word count: 6k
a/n: here we are - the last installment in our ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series & I’m so incredibly grateful to finally make it here, also this is my mini tribute to our boy and his SAG award! The main song Joel sings is this one and I highly recommend! Thank you to my forever babe @the-wild-wolves-around-you for letting me scream about plot holes & aiding my Joel brainrot, @tightjeansjavi for always being down to chat about Joel, and to @lowlights & @ahauntedcowboy for being my ever guiding forces for this series, thank you all… And finally to you reading this, thank you so much ♡
A year ago, Joel broke up with you on a warm early spring morning.
He arrived at your apartment, sat you down and shattered your world. You felt every range of emotion as he simply stood there like a man of steel.
So upset and angry, you wanted to rip your heart out and throw it at him.
Then later that week you found out his record was officially getting picked up and you crumbled.
Ending your relationship simply because he was about to step into true proper fame - you never took Joel to be a man so somberly callous. However, you began wondering if that’s what fame sometimes did to people.
When curiosity gnawed too hard, you’d Google him or even check Spotify. Simply catching glimpses of how big he’s gotten sent you spiraling. Last Thanksgiving, your favorite aunt threatened to lock your phone away when she found you upset in the bathroom after discovering Joel was performing at the Dallas Cowboys holiday game.
From that point on you refused to even check any amount of social media or update on him.
A few clunky first dates and a couple of ghosting experiences later, you’ve now decided to simply work on yourself and embrace the selfcare of being single.
It’s why when your best friend called you earlier today eagerly explaining how her parents had extra tickets to the Rodeo tonight, she playfully teased how she knew you didn’t have anything planned for this Saturday night.
You almost hung up on her, but you excitedly scrambled to get ready.
Now the smell of fried foods, popcorn, and beer cloud the air. The fairgrounds hold a chaotic but controlled lively energy. You never knew so many cowboy hats could exist in one space.
Once you meet up with your best friends' parents, you’re transported to a whole new area you never believed could exist during a rodeo. Lux and cozy, the VIP lounge gleams with its elevated experience. You knew your best friend’s mom worked for the construction company managing the arena. You just didn’t realize how big of a hookup it was. The VIP tickets allowed for full premium dining along with a couple of free drinks.
More importantly - it came with the best concert seats.
“In the dirt” is how they’re described because the tickets are literally stationed on the floor, in the dirt of the rodeo stadium, right by the stage.
Ecstatic and bubby energy now fills you. The food being served is divine and you gladly enjoy the free various drinks.
“So wait, did we figure out who’s performing?” You ask curiously while you lounge taking advantage of the nice seating area.
“Uh, I think my dad said it’s that band named Midland is performing today.” Your friend answers but then is quickly pulled away to meet more of her mom’s coworkers.
You’ve never heard of the band, but for a free concert you’re open to enjoy some live music.
It’s a trait you gained from Joel.
Because of him you grew to love music performances, the energy that comes with hearing the band, being among the hum of the crowd. The trips around Austin seeing not just him perform, but enjoying other concerts with him, let you appreciate and admire live shows.
Waiting for the concert allows you to enjoy some of the actual rodeo event. But the main performance of the evening soon arrives.
“You kids go enjoy! We’re getting a little too old and are just gonna stay back and enjoy the free food.” Your best friend’s mom grins with a wink.
The ticket advertisement wasn’t joking when it said close to the stage. The ground level truly sits on the dirt floor. The arena swallows you whole surrounding you like a strange fishbowl. A small crowd already lines the front railing closest to the stage. However sneakily you find a nice open spot by the side that gives a clear sight to the stage.
Even if you don’t know the band, giddiness bubbles in you electric.
You take in the massive general admission floor section already packed full. The band must be popular. So you take plenty of pictures and happily enjoy the time with your dear friend.
The lights dim and excitement crackles in the air. The stage lights up. The large backdrop screens on the stage flutter to life beginning to showcase different picturesque black and white shots of Texas.
Midland, you remember, is a city in Texas so the images make sense. A low strum of a guitar begins playing. The melody dances soft but in a quick beat, a hypnotic tune trying to rev up the crowd.
The tune brews up its intended magic that you even get swept up in the anticipation. The sound gets faster and the strumming is rather simple but so striking.
Then the music stops. Suddenly the lights of the entire stadium shut off. Wild galvanized screams erupt.
The lights brilliantly dance forth back to light. They all focus now on the performer who, like magic, now appears on the stage with the rest of the band.
And the lead singer is Joel.
Your knees almost give out.
Dressed in the most dangerous plaid green button up, it so simple yet beautifully compliments him. More grays pepper his beard and highlight his tousled curls. The brilliant stage lights bask him in a heavenly glow.
Your soul momentarily leaves your body the minute his voice sings his first note.
Instantly your best friend whips towards you panicked. She rapidly screams asking if you’re okay as she apologizes over and over.
“My dad must have gotten the dates wrong! God I should’ve fucking doubled checked or some shit!” She cries deeply apologetic and hurt.
You earnestly tell her it’s not her fault and it’s alright. It was just an unfortunate mixup.
“Do you wanna leave?” Your friend leans closer to you. Her eyes shine understanding and considerate. “We didn’t pay for these tickets and I promise you my parents will completely understand. We can say fuck it and bounce.”
You haven’t even completely processed it’s Joel. It’s like your brain went cloudy and now blinking out of the fog, your eyes return to the stage.
Joel isn’t an extroverted man. He’s reserved, quietly charming, even holds a gruff but poised grace. But right now, he’s an absolute sun on the stage. He’s radiant, naturally swaying to the music while singing his soul soul.
Maybe it’s the piece of you still horribly in love with him, or just the curiosity to see how this goes, whatever it is - you shake your head no.
“We can stay.”
Your best friend’s eyes go wide as saucers hearing your answer.
“Are you sure?” She presses and you nod your head.
“Yeah, let’s stay. Afterwards we can laugh about how old he’s gotten.” You laugh bitterly about him looking more aged even after a year.
When truthfully the stronger wrinkles around his face, the vibrant grays, all of his aging only intensifies his striking looks.
A canyon wide sized hole rips through your heart.
The song flutters to an end and the crowd claps with a thunderous roar. With a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder your dear friend nods then turns back to the concert.
You pray this isn’t the worst decision you’ve ever made.
Then Joel speaks.
“Howdy everyone,” his voice is still so devilishly thick and smooth as a shot of moonshine. His accent does his home state proud. The crowd absolutely adores him, screaming loud just hearing him speak.
“Thank y'all for comin’ out tonight. I’m Joel Miller and m’here to sing y’all a few songs.” So simple, casually eased, and it’s so Joel.
His gruff southern charm made you fall in love with him so fast and now it’s a unique brand of magic charming everyone under his spell.
Joel strums a few notes, rapidly shifting the tune and transitions into the next song.
You now fully soak in Joel.
He seems otherworldly, a god of music reincarnated as a Texan cowboy. You think back to the days sitting in his living room and listening to him play. You were honored to see that side of him, to hear him strum to life so much magic.
During the holiday’s Joel’s daughters, Ellie and Sarah, would often pester him to sing silly songs. He’d grumpily obliged but you knew he basked in their attention and love.
He loved to sing. You always knew he was destined for the stage like it was woven into his veins.
You still remember the day one of Joel’s acoustic performances blew up online gaining so much attention. The excitement and absolute joy you felt then still lingers in the corners of your heart. Although, those feelings have been gathering cobwebs.
There’s of course a bitterness seeing him, but also, an unbearably small twinkling pride knowing he’s here living his dream. The song finishes and again the stadium rumbles in applause.
“How y’all doin’ tonight?” Joel asks and your heart jumps hearing his voice again.
The crowd cheers back at him.
“Good good, let’s keep it goin’.” He yells back and then strums the guitar sharp.
That’s when the stage slowly starts moving.
It’s slow but with the surprise purpose to look out to the entire crowd. For some reason you almost laugh thinking of that man, who couldn’t even remember how to FaceTime on his ipad, on a full rotating platform.
However, the lyrics start and you realize he’s singing a heartbreak ballad.
If you’re going out with someone new, I’m going out with someone too…I won’t feel sorry for me, I’m getting drunk but I’d much rather be somewhere with you…
It’s hard hearing him now with how exhilarated the crowd screams at the stage moving. But you try to hear how the rest of the song unfolds.
At the chorus, your throat tightens.
I can go out every night of the week, can go home with anybody I meet, but it’s just a temporary high… ‘cause when I close my eyes, I’m somewhere with you
The words sting every inch of you, but you believe it has to be just a simple heartbreak story and isn’t about you, isn’t directed at you. Yet the words feel like sharpened edges of a broken mirror that seem to reflect every moment of your time with him.
Then the stage rotates to your side of the floor.
There’s no way he can see you or will even spot you. There’s a whole crowd stretching before him. You’re just a fish in a sea of fans.
Joel continues strumming, allowing his voice to so beautifully carry the emotion.
The stage, in its slow movement, is now front and center to your line of sight. Some girls at the very direct front of the railing scream and wave frantically at him.
A small smile tugs at Joel’s lips as he waves back. Joel’s eyes scan the rest of the crowd -
And that’s when he spots you.
Quickly, you rationalize he could be staring out behind you at someone else alongside the side railing.
But Joel’s eyes even narrow trying to focus more. Your gaze stays on him, like something inside of you refuses to waiver.
His eyes flicker with realization then turn into full moons.
He knows it’s you.
Joel continues singing the chorus but emotions cloud his face. His brows are furrowed hard, almost confused like he’s trying to really comprehend what’s going on.
You understand. You’d be so confused too if you were in his position. You’re still even baffled as to why you stayed in the first place.
The stage starts shifting back to the main center direction
But Joel cranes his face to the side, refusing to have his eyes leave.
His focus stays on you.
It’s obvious enough that your best friend now shakes your body.
“Is he staring at you?!” She tries to whisper but she ends up partly screaming.
You think maybe it’s a hallucination.
Yet Joel’s deep inky eyes stubbornly stay locked on you as he sings now.
If you see out on the town and it looks like I’m burning it down, you won’t ask and I won’t say… but in my heart I’m always somewhere with you…
Your world twists warped, melting into a sea of so many emotions you can’t stay afloat.
Joel finishes his song and the crowd enthusiastically cheers. Yet, it sounds muffled as a numbness crawls over you like a thick soupy fog.
You should leave. You need to. But you’re here now. And decide to see the end of this. If he’s singing about someone lingering within him, then you might as well make true to those lyrics.
Joel lowers his face for a moment and shakes his head. The mic faintly picks up his cough of a disbelieving laugh and your heart sinks.
“Alright folks, let’s jam.” He announces composed and brings his guitar to life.
He’s beautiful walking around with it. Strums effortlessly until he shifts from one guitar, his classic, to a more sleek all black styled one.
Joel lets the music and band take over while he makes the switch. He also leans in to whisper something to the stage hand.
Then as if nothing, Joel steps back into the limelight and illuminates the stage.
He walks around freely now that the stage stopped rotating. The current song is lively with a great beat and you hate how badly you want to bounce around to its infectious sound and the way Joel’s voice elevates the tune.
Caught up in the melody, you don’t notice until it’s too late. Joel walks over to the side of the stage directly facing you.
The guitar carries a large piece of this song’s bridge allowing his eyes to flicker across the crowd.
Until they return to your gaze. Stuck in his stare, Joel suddenly cocks his chin towards you.
Most of the crowd around you screams at his simple action. Even your best friend yells out a loud ‘holy shit’ but you stay quiet.
Not knowing how to react, all you do is stupidly shrug.
It’s awful, not even the best reaction you can give.
But Joel barks a laugh, a true laugh that thankfully happens at the tail end of the song, but your knees go weak.
You made him laugh.
On stage.
Heartache finds its way back into your system fiercer than ever and it poisonously tastes of adoration as well.
Joel transitions into another song. This time moving around the stage more towards the other side.
Yet, either his eyes flicker back to you, or he ends up walking to your section.
A part of you wonders if he’s doing this now to mock you, almost showing off how good he is knowing you’re here. You don’t believe Joel would be that heartless, but you hate how that option still lingers.
“He’s been walking over here a lot.” Someone even behind you even notices.
“Well he is old.” Someone yells back. “Maybe he’s just trying to keep his joints in shape.”
You almost want to snap back that he’s looking damn good for his age and in good enough shape that he kept you bent like a pretzel for practically a whole weekend, but you swallow back the protective bite.
You simply go back to enjoying the show, and it’s fantastic. You can’t deny that. Joel is a performer, keeps the crowd focused and engaged. He isn’t showy or dramatic but takes control of his presence on stage.
You think of the days seeing him at small bars around town, sitting on a stool playing till his heart's content.
Then he booked Stubb’s in Austin and when you watched him own that stage - you knew this was meant for him.
You’re reminded of that so vividly tonight.
“Alright, gettin’ to the end here.” He announces and the crowd sounds heartbroken.
“I know, i know,” he coos back soft and low. “But just wanted to say y’all have been lovely.”
So many shrill shrieks crack in the room and you almost roll your eyes.
Your best friend snickers beside you. “Gotta give it to him, man can work a room.”
She’s right of course. Though it’s still so surprising for a man grumpily reserved and introverted at times.
“This next one I hope maybe some of y’all will know.”
He strums the cords to Pearl Jam’s ‘Alive.’
What gained Joel traction online was his renditions and covers of various songs. He added his own country twang and twist to all the songs he covered.
Pearl Jam happened to be one of Ellie’s favorite bands. A hollow nostalgia rip through you, thinking of the two girls you miss.
The crowd ignites recognizing the familiar rock ballad now turned into the tune of a country song by Joel’s touch. He owns the solo and his husky voice melts into the lyrics beautifully.
Under your breath you sing along. You used to sing along when you cooked breakfast at his place or during drives with him and the girls.
It’s a beautiful fondness, yet one still barbed and so aching.
The song ends with the intense but small burst of fireworks that has the stadium cheering. You even clap.
“Appreciate y’all.” He addresses the crowd. “That’s a one of my daughter’s favorites so always means a lot when I get to play it.”
A smile you can’t fight tugs at your lips at the mention of Ellie.
“Now my daughters, they’re like night ‘n day.” Joel continues and your heart fills up so overwhelming fast for those girls.
“One of them, like I said, loves some Pearl Jam. Now my other daughter…” Joel pauses.
“She’s a big fan of someone by the name of Taylor Swift.”
The crowd absolutely explodes and you think you even feel the arena shake. Sarah honestly was a big fan and Ellie loved to tease her about it so much.
“Normally for this next and final song, I’d play ‘‘shake it off.’” Joel had a few songs of hers that he covered. That one was a fan favorite.
“But tonight, I'm itchin’ to play somethin’ else.” He continues.
You even perk up curious.
“So let’s end this on a high note, yeah? Sing along if you know this one.” Joel concludes.
Then the drums begin and the song bursts to life.
The stadium swims in a dizzying frantic energy.
The way Joel sings, he’s pouring his heart out. He’s memorizing. Utterly heart wrenching.
This is the finale, the end of this strange unreal dream you’ve wandered into. You wonder if he feels it too.
The song’s chilling bridge comes and Joel walks to stare directly at you.
I thought I had you figured out, can’t breathe whenever you’re gone. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted…
His eyes never leave yours.
The lyrics sear through your heart. You think about screaming the song to back him. He’s the one who left, the one who’s ghost lives among your ribs.
Then Joel hits the final high note, lets his voice carry the powerful finale, and the crowd roars in earth shaking excitement.
It’s magical, magnetic and utterly devastating in both the best and worst ways. Another few sets of indoor fireworks go off and the show ends.
Joel wishes the crowd a beautiful night and you’re left in a tangled web of emotions.
Your best friend immediately turns to see if you’re okay. While the crowd starts leaving, you and her take a moment. Out of the edge of your focus, you notice a crew member of the arena approaching the side of the rail. You don’t think anything of it.
“Excuse me,” until that crew member stands in front of you on the other side of the barrier.
Blinking absolutely confused you turn towards the man.
“I’ve been asked to escort you backstage.” He explains and your best friend gasps.
You wonder if the ground opened below and dropped you into a free fall.
Quickly you stammer out that you couldn’t. There's no way. Maybe the man must’ve mistaken you for someone else.
“Mr. Miller said you’d say something like that.” The crew member says reaching into his pocket to hand you something.
It’s a keychain.
Not just any keychain, but the one you gave Joel.
It’s a cartoon armadillo, dressed up as a cowboy, holding a guitar. When you first saw it you immediately thought of Joel. His daughters got a kick over it, giggled at how cute it was, and your heart had bursted when you saw it constantly among his keys.
Now the worn little cowboy creature sits waiting for you. It’s sweet marble like eyes stare up at you like a day hasn’t gone by since you gave Joel this.
Your best friend gasps, maybe not fully recognizing the keychain but understanding the significance.
You ask the crew member if your friend can maybe accompany you backstage, but he shakes his head a sad no.
“Then I…I can’t.” You shakily breathe out.
“Yes you can!” She interjects. “You gotta at least hear him out!”
You turn to her and find determination fiercely burning in her eyes as she nods.
“But what about you? I don’t want you or your parents waiting around for me.” You urge.
“Don’t worry about me or especially about them!” She reassures, even offering to wait for as long as you need.
You’re grateful, unbearably so and embrace her tight.
“You call me if he gets stupid. I don’t care backstage or not, I’ll go get you.”
You laugh watery at her well meaning threat and thank her. With a quick sweet goodbye, you follow the crew member along the rails until exiting.
The walk out to the backstage area fills you with a hurricane of emotions. What else could Joel say to you? A part of you wonders if he’s going to be cruel about this, having you simply show up to his dressing room just to laugh so arrogant and smug about how wonderfully famous he is now.
No, Joel isn’t that type of man.
Or you hope fame hasn't warped him into that type of man. Arriving at the green room door, your heart races loud in your ears.
The crew member knocks and before you can compose yourself, Joel opens the door.
He’s bathed in the golden amber light of the backstage room. It highlights all those grays again but also illuminates more of the time passed on his face. More winkles line against his eyes and when he fully stares at you, you wonder how different you might look in his eyes.
A jackrabbit like urge rushes over you to maybe flee, call your best friend to come get you.
“Thanks for comin’,” he mutters out. “Was worried ya wouldn’t show.”
You want to bitterly joke that you didn’t want to, but the armadillo keychain you hang onto holds the truth.
The door closes leaving you and Joel alone. Awkward stale air chokes the space.
You simply keep your attention on examining the room. His classic weathered jacket rests thrown over the couch. The rider is stacked with so many classic Joel snacks like his favorite jerky, popcorn, and even a few familiar favorite treats his daughters love.
Then your eyes catch the mug on the counter and you grin softly.
It must be filled with Joel’s classic drink - chamomile and ginger tea with honey for his throat.
“It’s…yeah. That’s it.”
You didn’t even realize you said anything out loud until Joel replies casuing your heart to jump. Finally your eyes find his.
It's a curse that your greatest heartbreak is this handsome. Exhaustion weighs in you and feels ancient, like if you carry the sum of so many lifetimes before.
“So…You wanted to talk to me?” You speak first, trying to keep yourself strong.
“I…uh yeah.” Answering so cryptically, his shoulders deflate. “How ya been?”
“Good.” You answer simple, curt almost.
There’s too many things that could’ve slipped out if you said anything more. Like how you selfishly kept one of his shirts and hate that the smell of him on it has faded like a wistful memory. Or how you can barely listen to Dolly Parton or Johnny Cash anymore because you’re reminded of Joel singing along to their songs.
So you turn the conversation back to him.
You ask how the girls are and Joel perks up, eyes shimmering with fatherly pride.
“Good, yeah they’re good. Uh, Ellie’s playing softball for the school again ‘n Sarah’s busy with student council. They’re still just bossin’ me all around.”
“As usual.”
You both say the same line at the same time and it chokes you up.
Joel inhales and his lips press tight, a hard line. The air tightens. No one says anything and now annoyance, frustration and maybe even a bit of panic claw at you.
“Joel, why am I here?” You ask him again.
Sighing, so weary and tired, he looks down.
Feels like ages pass between you and him. The faint noise of the stadium leaks into the room muffled.
You think of your best friend waiting and of your own heart waiting to end this.
“Look, it was good to see you,” you half lie. “You did great, hope you and the girls take care”
You turn to walk out.
That’s when he blurts out your name and you stop.
“I miss you.” He exhales.
“Miss ya so g’damn much. Every fuckin’ day.” He mutters.
When you turn back around, he stares at you unwavering. You don’t know what to say.
“Seein’ ya out in the crowd…thought m’heart was gonna give out.” He barks a weak laugh.
“Almost stoppin’ the fuckin’ show just to make sure it was you… y’look beautiful as ever.” His eyes haze over slightly, almost nostalgic.
Suddenly a heated spark rips into your chest, jagged edged and angered.
“You broke up with me.” You snap, voice already raw.
“I know,” Joel nods. “Worst damn decision of m’life.”
Your lips tremble. Everything hurts like a live wire is burning up your veins.
“Then why? Why did you do it?” You croak. You want to scream, maybe even storm out and not even give him the chance to speak.
“What? Did Mr. Big Country Star hate having a partner that wasn’t famous too?” Venom leaks bitter and poisonous in your mouth, choking your throat.
“Y’know god damn well that ain’t it.” He snarls back hard.
“No actually I fucking don’t know Joel.” You reply with a fierce bite. “You so conveniently left out any real damn reason why you were breaking up with me.”
“I said our paths were going in separate directions.” He glares hard at you now.
“And that’s about it!” Your voice raises and you hate it.
The tears come quicker than you hoped for and you hate that more.
“No real explanation,” you exhale, wanting to stay as calm as you can. “You couldn’t even give me that…what else am I supposed to think?”
Even dabbing away your tears, your composure is slowly slipping.
“I couldn’t do this to you,” he breathes out and it’s broken. His eyes are shimmering obsidian pools.
“This life, all the fuckin’ mess that comes with dating someone in the limelight, I couldn’t just throw that on ya.” He explains and the truth rings out a quiet hum.
“And you didn’t think to talk to me about this?” You whisper out now hurt. “Joel, I thought we were a team.”
“We are- were.” He slips and corrects himself fast. “I just knew if we fuckin’ talked about it you wouldn’t have understood.”
“Understood what?” You’re frustrated and it leaks into your voice.
“That I didn’t want ya fuckin’ hatin’ me!” He finally screams the weighted truth.
Stunned quiet but still slightly confused, you ask Joel what he means.
Pain travels across Joel’s handsome face as his jaw clenches hard.
“This shit…it takes away a lot.” He croaks out. “Hell I’ve even missed things with the girls. Didn’t want ya sacrificin’ your life or wakin’ up one day and realizin’ how much you’ve lost ‘cause of me…couldn’t let myself do that to you.”
Your chest aches like a rocket got shot into you. You’re angry he took that chance for you to decide, but you understand.
Joel never wants to be the cause of pain to others, especially those he loves.
He agonizes so much over his decisions and how corrupting he believes he is. When in reality every action he takes you know simply stems from his endless deep devotion to keep those he loves safe.
His decision to end your relationship was him, in his own frustrating Joel way, trying to keep you safe. Even if it was from himself.
Your lips tremble and you cuss bitterly hard under your breath.
“You damn stupid man.” You hiccup. “I didn’t…I don’t care what life fame would’ve given me with you. I would never resent you. For better or worse I just wanted a life with you, that’s all I ever wanted.”
Through a few sobs, you wipe the tears fogging up your sight.
Before you can see it happening, strong sturdy arms suddenly wrap around you and shock you breathless. Curled in Joel’s arms, it’s like a sad coming home party and you cry even more.
“M’so sorry, my darlin’.” Joel whispers against your forehead.
“I hate you.” You don’t. Even on your hardest days, you never could.
“I know, hate my fuckin’ ass too.” Joel replies.
His arms squeeze you tighter.
“Never stopped lovin’ you. Never will.” His voice wavers and now your arms wrap around him.
“You left.” You whisper back so small while tears continue to prickle in your eyes.
“I know honeydew, ‘n I’ll never forgive myself for it.” He replies fiercely like a strike of lightning with its bright force. “Been a fuckin’ mess without ya. Tommy would be the first to agree and the girls too.”
You absorb his words, basking in the safe haven that is Joel. Hours, maybe days pass just in his arms.
“Please forgive me, baby.” He whispers hoarse against your head.
You nod a soft yes.
Because even the part of you that wants to yell and stubbornly say no knows the ultimate answer is, and always will be, him.
“Of course…I love you.” You mutter half dazed against his strong chest. “Love of my life.”
Pressed so close to him, you feel how hard he swallows and his arms squeeze you impossibly tighter against you.
He says your name and you hum out a soft noise.
“Marry me.”
Your eyes, which have sort of glazed over, snap open wide.
“What?” You mutter out, maybe think you misheard him.
“Marry me.” Joel repeats himself.
You practically squawk like a confused bird and scramble in his arms.
“Joel Miller, you can’t be serious?!” You shriek through the tears still lingering in your voice.
Your face snaps up to him. His face is composed, almost serene in a way as he look at you with molten eyes.
“Serious as that g’damn ring I bought ya.”
His words are a mumble but so soft and unwavering. Your soul leaves your body like you were thrown into a cold lake.
“You what?” You stammer out.
“Y’heard me.” He nudges his chin to you. “A ring. Bought it after you dropped everything to go take care of the girls when they got sick.”
Too many emotions overwhelm you and the tears return with a vengeance.
Joel, like a steady man in the storm, places his warm hand on your face to gather you back into his embrace. He places the softest kiss to the side of your head.
“We gotta have a chat about discussing your feelings with me more, Miller.” You manage to chide him through your tears.
“I know.” He mutters against your skin while he continues softly kissing you with utter tenderness. “‘N I’m not lettin’ ya go again.”
You squeeze him hard, trying to burn his memory into your arms worried you’re going to wake up and find this is just a heartbroken hallucination.
“Baby,” he begins.
“Hm?”
“Stay with me for the night.” He urges. “The bus got plenty of room-”
“Ooo, is this what you say to all your groupies, Mr. Miller?” You tease with a snort.
“Behave.” His hand playfully squeezes your hip but his underlying somber tone even with his chuckle ignites a familiar heat brewing in you of the times he’s reprimanded you like that before.
“No groupies.” Joel reassures you. “Only you sweetheart, only ever gonna be you.”
His words flutter into your heart and make a nest there.
Gently you draw back to stare at Joel. Your hand moves to his face, aching to just touch him. Even in his arms you’re waiting for him to vanish from your touch as if he’s a figment of your wrecked heart, a ghost of lovers past haunting you now.
But his stubble tickles against your palm. Running warm as usual, his face feels like a soft morning sun. Your thumb strokes his cheek and his eyes close, melting into your hold.
Gently you place a soft kiss against the corner of his lips.
Joel now tilts his head so he can deepen the kiss before you can even draw away.
It’s not a consuming passion that you expected. No frantic fierce clash of lips or an overflow from a year passed between you two.
Instead it’s a soft welcome home. It’s a kiss you’ve given him when he’s come home late or when you leave for work.
Because his blood, his soul, you believe are simply stitched into the very fabric of you. It’s like a piece of you is returning back to you, or maybe back to your other home with him.
“So you gonna stay with me?” He mumbles against your lips.
“I don’t know Miller, you haven’t even offered to sign anything for me. What kind of famous country singer are you?” You smirk against his lips.
He laughs, hearty, a true wild deep one sweeping you into its joy.
“Hell yeah I’ll fuckin’ sign something for ya, our marriage certificate.” He snaps in classic grumpy Joel fashion and you almost think about dragging him to a courthouse.
You text your friend a million apologies and even take pictures of all the signed merch you’re bringing back to her.
Now in the cocoon of Joel’s cozy bed on his tour bus, among the warmth sheets, you hold the ring up in the dim light inspecting it. Because of course your secretly romantic man kept the ring with him.
“You sure you weren’t keeping this around for someone else?” You ask.
“Fuck no.” He growls low. “S’yours…only yours.”
From behind his arms slide around you and you’re encompassed by his swallowing presence. His beard scrapes against your shoulder.
“If ya don’t like it, can get ya another one.” He mutters casually but hesitant softness peeks out from under his gruff tone.
“It’s perfect.” You reassure him.
It’s the ring Joel got you then and it’s the ring you want now and always will. You even tell him that.
The kisses places on your bare shoulder whispers of his devotion.
“Honey.” However, his voice now is hesitant and makes you pause on your ring inspecting.
“I gotta ask…but do ya have my armadillo keychain?” Joel asks with an utter somberness.
You burst out laughing and it shakes your body.
“Honeydew, I’m being serious!” He growls out. “Want that lil’ fella back!”
Wheezing with giggles you lean back against Joel, floating so blissfully floating in renewed adoration.
Twisting in his arms your lips find his.
“Tryin’ to distract me ‘cause you lost him, huh?” He mutters.
You snort, shaking your head.
“No I just love you so much, you dumb cowboy.” You tell him.
“Your dumb cowboy. For better or worse.” He vows, kissing you back firmer now.
“For better or worse,” you nod breathing into him.
In this carved out slightly cramped space it feels holy, sacred, chapel like. You’re even afraid it might be gone tomorrow morning. However, the ring on your finger is the steeled reassurance it isn’t going anywhere.
But, just in case, you gather this glory and Joel into your arms with the promise of never letting go.
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Sometimes, home is a person.
Summary: Joel loves music and so do you, and he finds the perfect thing for it on patrol
A/N: I wanna dance with Joel AGHHH GOD. Also I'm putting the song I'd put in my apocalypse record player here. Which would you pick??
Pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: fluff, language, a vague suicide mention, established relationship
DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.
"Joel! Get your ass over here!" Tommy's voice echoed throughout the large house they'd just cleared out, nearing the end of their patrol for the day.
The stairs creaked beneath his feet as he trudged up them, turning the corner and walking into the room Tommy was stood in, hands outstretched in front of him as he looked at Joel, before gesturing to the space in front of him. "Look!" He said expectantly as Joel turned and let his eyes rove over the items before him.
A blue record player, weathered with age and apocalypse, with a case of records on the floor beside it. There were also posters from some musical bands which were a little damaged too, but a few were still recognisable.
"Well, shit." Joel chuckled, fingertips lightly brushing against the case of the record player as he turned back to face Tommy. "You takin' any of this or 's it a gift for me?"
"All for you, brother. Meet me outside in 10, yeah?"
Joel nodded before turning back around and checking the record player for damage, deciding it would probably still work and moving onto the records. He picked out a few he liked and some more he knew you'd like too, putting them in his pack and finally looking to the posters. He swiftly pocketed the Pearl Jam one and looked for some more, finally ending up with Tommy a little more than 10 minutes later.
"You sure took your time." He had teased as Joel walked out, pack close to bursting by now with all the shit he was trying to bring back. He didn't really get excited over stuff anymore, but he hadn't come across a single record player in.. ever, so it was a pretty big thing for him. Not only that, but you loved music just as much as he did, and he knew you'd be over the moon when he brought everything back.
"Had to make sure I wasn't leavin' anythin' good behind." Joel explained as he mounted his horse, the pair kicking off and starting the journey back to Jackson.
You watched the swirls of stock and water blend together in the pot as you cooked dinner when the telltale sound of heavy footsteps plodding up the porch and the key turning in the lock graced your ears.
"'m home!" Joel called as you turned the heat down on the stove and walked over to the entryway.
"Hey." You smiled, going over to him and giving him a small kiss. "How was patrol?"
"Was good, nothin' special really." He replied, wanting to keep the record player a secret so he could surprise you later.
"No infected?" You asked as you reached to help get his jacket off, before reaching for his pack too. He quickly stopped you from taking it with his hand, causing you to look at him confusedly.
"What? You hidin' something from me?" You questioned with a little smile, before retreating and hanging his jacket up.
"Not hidin' anythin'." He told you in a gruff voice as he took off his boots and followed you into the kitchen.
You gave him an 'ookay then' look, and he knew you'd seen straight through him, but you chose to just let it go. "Dinner'll be ready in a bit, then. You should go shower, you're all stinky." You teased as you wrinkled your nose slightly, making him let out a low chuckle as he walked upstairs.
"Yes ma'am."
That evening, the two of you ate and after you both finished, you were resting on the couch when Joel gently took the book you were reading from your hands.
"Wanted t'show you somethin'." He said, trying to suppress the smile that wanted to etch itself onto his face but ultimately failing.
"I knew you were hiding something!" You immediately responded with a grin as you sat up off the couch and looked at him expectedly.
"Yeah, ya always gotta be right, don't cha?" He smirked as he stood up and reached down into the pack.
"Now close your eyes." He told you, making you let out a small laugh as you did.
"Okay this better be the coolest thing ever Joel, you're really making it seem that way." You said as he stood in front of you.
"It is. Open your eyes."
You did, and when you saw the record player in his hands, you let out a little gasp and looked from him to the record player and back to him again.
"Is this.." you began, before reaching for the little clasp on it and popping it open.
He watched your eyes sparkle like they'd never done before as his heart positively melted.
"Yeah, found it on patrol." He explained as he put the record player on a table then took your hand and pulled you up from the couch.
"Y'gonna keep gawkin' at it or you wanna dance with me?" He smirked as you looked back at him and smiled.
"Yeah- Let's dance."
He put a record on that he knew you'd love and put his hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer as your hands joined behind his neck and the two of you danced slowly, swaying to the music. You looked up at his face and let your left hand trail across his jaw, cupping it as your thumb raked over the coarse stubble that littered along the bottom of his face. Your gaze shifted to his eyes, a deep warm brown which stared back at you with such love that was only reserved for a select few people in Joel's life. His face, scarred from the many battles he'd fought - physical and mental - and from age. A face which you adored regardless of any 'imperfection'. A particular scar on his temple came into view and you lingered on it for a minute. If he had been successful that day, you wouldn't be here, alive even, let alone living the best life you reckoned you could in the apocalyptic world with the man you loved. You shook the thought away and let your eyes finally fall on his lips. Slightly chapped, pink and pouty, just begging to be kissed.
Of course, you oblige as you lean in and press your lips to his, the song coming to a slow end even though you didn't notice since you were so lost in thought, in admiration for the man you were so blessed to call yours. You poured everything into the kiss, wanting to emphasise just how much you loved him without even needing words. He needed to know it, and you'd come to realise that, so you showed him as much as you could every single day.
Thank you SM for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open 💞
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Dancing Barefoot
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Author’s note: this was slightly self-indulgent because Patti Smith is my personal god also baby Miller should be arriving in the next fic but this idea was stuck in my head and I HAD to write it
Summary: “I’ll never finish falling in love with you.” - Nicole Williams, Collared aka Joel helps you and the baby sleep ~800 words
Warnings: a little bittersweet, talks of Janey girl and Sarah bear, brief brief brief mention of a strained parent/child relationship, pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff
The moonlight streams from the windows, and the birds chirp sleepily outside. Ellie is safe in her bed, and Joel is lying on his right side beside you, occasionally mumbling something you never quite catch. You should be asleep. The baby should be asleep; instead, they're using you as their punching bag. You've been tossing and turning for thirty minutes, making the baby toss and turn just as much. You sigh and rub your face like it will be enough to soothe you and the baby to sleep.
"Can't sleep?" Joel mumbles, and you look at his back. You didn't even know he was awake, but you nod at the ceiling.
"Your kid is doing laps."
"Why is it my kid when he's misbehaving?" He asks as he turns to face you. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are heavy with sleep, but his hand still manages to find your bump in the dark. "Let your mama sleep." He says, poking at your stomach.
"I don't think poking our baby in the face is going to get them to sleep," you say, and he hums, half-asleep. You run your fingers through his curls and smile when he cuddles closer to you. "I think they want a song."
"The baby wants a song, or you want a song?"
"Both." You say. You catch the pull of his lips in the moonlight before he kisses your temple. He sighs as he gets out of bed and grabs his guitar from the corner. He perches on the edge of your bed shirtless, his silver scars on display without shame, and you remember each story associated with them— ghosts of the people you were before baby bumps and shared last names.
"What d'you want to hear?" He asks, strumming a few times to check the tuning.
"Do you know any Patti Smith?" You ask, and he turns to give you a look. "What? I had a life before you." He chuckles, and you lean against your headboard, hands resting on your swollen belly. He looks at the frets like they're an equation for a few slow moments before the familiar ballad fills the space. You smile as he quietly sings the words, mouthing them as he goes.
Little Miller seems to realize their dad is singing because you feel them move in time with the strums. If this kid loves music already, we're going to need more records, you think. You imagine little hands reaching for the guitar as Ellie or Joel play, adding their own dissonant sound to the song previously being played. Maybe you could hire someone in town to make tiny instruments for them to play with once they're big enough. The idea of a little jam circle with Ellie, Joel, and the baby makes your heart sing. As the song ends, Joel looks at you expectantly, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. The tiny heartbeat under your ribs has settled, only occasionally kicking to let you know they're still alive.
"Like clockwork," you say, and he smiles, gently placing the guitar back in its corner. "As judgy as you were with my request, you pulled that out pretty fast."
"I had a life before you," he echoes, and you roll your eyes as he slides back into bed with you. "Sarah didn't like most of the music I played in the truck, but she liked Patti."
"Smart girl."
"What music did Jane like?" He asks, and the way he says her name makes you want to cry. He says it as if it were holy and sacred because it always will be to you. You smile and cuddle close to him. His arms envelop you in warmth, and his smell surrounds you, and you feel safe.
"She was an old soul. She liked ABBA, Fleetwood Mac, and Janis Joplin. I'm convinced we played the Pearl album more than any other person on the planet," you say, kissing his shoulder. "Thank you for always asking about her."
"I like hearing about her," he says as if he were pointing out constellations— easy and undeniable. Her dad didn't even want to hear about her, and now this man who had never met her asks about her because you loved her. Because you still love her, and he loves you. This time, you do cry. You blame it on pregnancy hormones and a lack of sleep, but Joel knows it's something more. He kisses your tears away and rubs soothing circles into your back. "She'll always have a place in our home, d'you hear me?" He asks softly, and you nod.
You fall asleep in his arms that night and almost every night, but this time you dream of little feet standing on your kitchen table, dancing along to Janis Joplin's crooning. You dream of teasing Jane's hair to match Stevie Nicks’ on the cover of her Bella Donna album. You dream of the day she came home, suddenly detesting ballet and wanting to take drum lessons instead. Something tells you she left some of her rockstar energy with you, and the new baby is taking it all in— pieces of her left in so much more than just your memory now.
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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.
Twenty-Eight Across
Prompt Day 28: Proposal | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: M | CW: Heavy Petting, Fade to Black Sex, Afterglow | Tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Long-Term Love, Fluff, Softness, Proposal, Eddie POV
The sun is just barely starting to creep over the horizon, and Eddie snuggles closer to Steve in the warmth of their bed. He wishes he could sleep in, but his internal clock gets him up with the sun, no matter if it's his day off, or not.
But he won't complain about being awake for lazy, cozy mornings in bed with Steve. Even if Steve's still asleep, his hair a mess, fluffed out on the pillow under his head.
These quiet, sun-kissed moments are some of Eddie's favorite minutes all week. The slow climb of the sun, illuminating Steve a little more with each passing second. And Eddie gets to watch it happen in slow motion, up close and personal.
He never dreamed he'd get to grow up and be this happy. This settled.
That he'd have all this chosen family, surrounding him with love and affection that he hopes he returns tenfold.
Twenty years. He's been with Steve for twenty years.
From when they were just scared kids, having barely survived the fucking apocalypse, to grown men, with jobs and lives.
And yet, he still wants more. He feels selfish that he even thinks this life he loves isn't enough, just as it is.
Eddie gets up and showers, and when he gets out, the mirror is steamed up, so he writes Steve a message.
Marry Me?
He looks at it, then scrubs it away with the hand towel. That's not good enough. Nothing he's ever thought up has been good enough. Steve deserves something perfect. Something romantic, and that's not exactly Eddie's strong suit.
He goes to sit at the table, and starts doing the crossword in the morning paper, drinking his coffee.
He works on one across: pop the question. Three letters. Eddie scribbles in ask.
Then there's four across: that guy! Three letters again, and Eddie writes in him, taking another drink of his coffee.
Seven across: Vedder, of Pearl Jam, and Eddie laughs, writing in his own first name: Eddie.
Ask him, Eddie is the crossword gods really fucking with him, at this point. He's definitely lodging a complaint with Nancy at the paper. It feels like he's being taunted, and he's taking it personally.
He does a few more, then twenty-eight across is crazy long, and when he reads the clue, generic proposal, he counts out the letters, and sure enough: will you marry me?
Now, the universe is definitely taunting him.
He folds the paper over, not in the mood to finish.
Then, Steve clears his throat from the doorway to their bedroom. Eddie turns to look at him, and smiles, just seeing him. He's sleep rumpled, in just his boxer-briefs. Looking beautiful, and happy.
His belly has gotten a little softer with middle age, but he's never been more beautiful in Eddie's eyes. Eddie feels so lucky.
They have this whole life they've built together. They don't need to be married to be a family. They've been that since they decided they were in this thing together, forever.
"Finish your crossword?" Steve asks, leaning against the doorframe.
"Most of it," Eddie answers, standing up and crossing the room, gathering Steve up in his arms. He's still warm from bed, and Eddie leans into him to steal a little of that body heat for himself.
"And?" Steve prompts.
"And what?" Eddie asks.
Steve chuckles, laying his head against Eddie's, leaning close to his ear, "Will you marry me or not?"
Eddie pulls back, looking in his eyes, and they are playful.
"You did that?" Eddie asks, slightly disbelieving.
"I did that," Steve confirms. "With Nance's help. But I did it, since you kept chickening out."
Eddie laughs, squeezing Steve tighter, "You weren't supposed to know that."
"I know everything about you," Steve whispers, and a shiver runs down Eddie's spine. Because it's true. Steve does.
"That so, Harrington?" Eddie asks, "What do I want, right now, then?"
"To go back to bed," Steve whispers, reaching down to cup Eddie's dick through his pajama bottoms. Palming him, rubbing his fingers back and forth.
Thumbing him, catching the head of his dick, even through his pants, well-practiced at the art of taking Eddie apart and driving him slowly mad.
Jesus H. Christ.
Yeah, that's exactly what Eddie wants. So, he nudges Steve's backwards, and Steve goes, willing, still working his hard dick through his clothes, still touching him, still kissing him.
Wanting to marry him.
Eddie presses Steve back against the sheets, ready to warm them back up again. He lines their dicks up, and grinds down. Pressing against him, making Steve squirm beneath him.
They know this dance well, and they fall into all the right moves. Getting each step perfect.
"So, you never answered my question?" Steve says, curling against Eddie. Pressing their warm, sweat-slick, naked bodies together.
"Yes," Eddie answers, meeting Steve's eyes, "of course, yes."
Steve smiles, "Good. I got tired of watching you be so nervous."
Eddie laughs, "That obvious?"
"Just for the last year or two," Steve teases, hooking his chin over Eddie's shoulder. "I knew you wanted to do it, so I wanted to let you, but it was getting painful."
Eddie laughs, full and loud. He loves his man.
"And I just want to be your husband. So, I asked. I hope you're not disappointed."
"No," Eddie says quickly, "never. I could never be disappointed by getting to marry you. It was perfect. Better than anything I've thought up."
"That's not true," Steve says, "I really liked the jumbotron plan from last fall."
"Goddammit, those fuckfaces," Eddie swears, banging his head against his pillow, "all our shitty friends talked me out of that."
"I know, and all our shitty friends hate sports, honey. You were thinking of what I like, and you were right. I mean, in general, you shouldn't use the jumbotron unless you're sure of the answer."
"I was sure of the answer," Eddie whispers, and feels foolish.
"Good. You should be sure, always."
Notes: I googled to see if I could find the clue that would produce will you marry me as an answer, and came up with this article of someone that did it in real life. And that clue was "generic proposal" - which, perfect. I also found another instance that someone used "words with a certain ring to them" to get to it, but I liked using the proposal one since that was the prompt word!
If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! 💍📰✏️
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Hello! I’m back with another request that I just came up with today especially with the Dad!Armin headcanons which inspired me and thought of the idea of Eren and Y/N as parents as part of the request and a song suggestion which is Future Days by Pearl Jam. Can I request an Eren x Fem!Reader fluffy one shot where Y/N woke up in the middle of the night after hearing her baby crying through the monitor and goes to take care of them and breastfeeding them (she wore a maternity nightgown in case she had to feed her baby in the middle of the night). As Y/N breastfeeds her baby, Eren shows up wearing nothing but a blanket wrapped around his waist covering his bare lower half and goes to spend time with Y/N and the baby watching the moon and stars before going back to bed for the night? Thank you! - 🌻
Dad!Eren is sooo precious I wanna hug this idea 😭 any dad content for aot has me in pieces
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Eren being precious with his wife and baby 💗
⚠️Cws; domestic fluff
Notes; fem!reader
It's an especially serene night tonight, so when your baby's cry rings through the monitor, it really punctures the silence. Eren grumbles next to you, strands of his dark hair are in disarray all over his face.
"Mmm, I'll get it." you mumble groggily, pulling your reluctant body out of the warm bed.
Eren misses you instantly, he just can't handle being alone in the sheets for long. He's just a big baby himself, really.
He listens as the wailing cries cease. The bed grows too cold and uncomfortable, so he leaves it and wraps a skimpy blanket around his hips.
Eren drowsily creeps into the nursery, yawning big. Dim light is provided by the nightlight; it makes the glittery crib mobile stars dazzle in his bleary eyes.
Any moment caught of you breastfeeding his baby is a moment imprinted on his mind; he always tilts his head admiringly at you. You're dressed in your maternity nightgown, looking like a goddess in the moonlight.
Eren comes to snuggle you from behind while you give your baby boobie milk.
" 'missed you angel..." he mumbles sleepily against the back of your neck.
"I was coming back to bed soon." you speak gently, laughing a little. "Really, I don't know who is the baby here..."
The clouds break in the sky, permitting the silvery moonlight into the nursery. There's millions of stars dazzling the sky, but they look blurry through yours and Eren's sleepy eyes.
Eren groans and continues snuggling you from behind. "I think she fell asleep." he comments. You notice that she did, in fact, doze off against your boob, so you pry her off and carefully lower her down into the crib.
You sleepily embrace eren, and he guides you to back into the comforts of your own bed. Eren knows your boob always feels uncomfortable or sore after feeding the baby, so he soothingly massages it while you snuggle close to him in bed.
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fluff alphabet
( dallas winston )
-> navi. | -> outsiders masterlist
-warnings: sexual references, (mention of) smoking/getting high
-pairing: dallas winston x gn!reader
-reading time: 8-10 minutes ish
-reader's pronouns: unmentioned (lmk if i need to edit)
A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)
honestly he loves your temper. he loves your possessiveness. dallas loves your fighting spirit. dallas fucking winston admires your anger
B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)
he loves your pretty lips. he loves to watch them wrap around a cigarette, blunt, and maybe something else...
dallas is a sucker for watching you argue with someone. he loves that you'll argue for him when he's not there, how you'll defend him even when he has all of his morals fucked up, and he especially likes it when you argue with him
C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)
damn ok so i love the idea that dally always lets you snuggle into his arm while he does whatever. if its smoking, drinking, laughing, talking
either way, dally loves when you're asleep and you're both on someone's couch or whatever and you have your arm draped over him and your leg is thrown over his idfk. dallas just loves you & him
D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)
him + you + cruising on some back road + getting high
dally has a thing for falling asleep with you while looking at the stars in his car
E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)
by looking at you and hoping you know whatever the fuck is going on by his facial expression
F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)
no. i really dont think our very own dallas winston has it in him to sit still for very long. that and dally isn't really a fan of kids
G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)
dallas showers you in cigarettes, joints, and car rides. dally doesn't have much money, and when he does, he spends that on buying gas for his car, but he saves up for your birthday
for the record, you're the only one allowed to drive his car
H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)
anytime you're together. dally isnt afraid to show you off if thats a worry of yours, and the gang finds it digestingly cute
I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)
absolutely pissed. he would go bat shit crazy on the person that hurt you (if someone hurt you) and would be listening to your every beck and call
J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)
dally isn't much of a prankster, but he jokes a lot. if he can't get a laugh out of you, he'll make daces at you to get you to smile (its so sweet thinking about it)
K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)
passionately, roughly, and full of emotion. theres so much that you've gone through with dally that he cant and wont fully express what that means ro him, so he makes his kisses meaningful
L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)
by looking out for you when possible. dally isnt as affectionate as he wished he could be, but will always try to be there for you, whether hes good at comforting you or cheering you on or not
M = Memory (favorite memory together?)
either when you made out the first time or the first time he fell asleep
N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)
regarding you: turning your back on him
O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)
dallas plays with your fingers when hes nervous. only you know because you can feel how clammy his hands are and who would ever question if dallas winston ever got got nervous?
P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)
doll, baby, my girl, my boy
Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)
cruising while smoking with you
R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)
-young by vacations
-tonight you belong to me by patience & prudence
-garden by pearl jam
-santa monica by THEORY
(idk abt this but whatever)
S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)
honestly depends on the situmatation
T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)
it took dally two years to convince you his flirtations and advances weren't bogus
U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)
Dallas himself has Red Rage. dallas gets defiant and sometimes loud and 18392829 times more reckless, and it takes you a while to get through to him
when you're upset (crying), he will be there to comfort you the best he can. if you're upset (fury), then darry will try to keep you from doing something illegal and will keep you from getting hurt, but will let you do something impulsive if you're absolutely sure thats what you wanna do
V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)
he's proud that he finally 'caught a good one' in johnny's words. he'll take you everywhere and anywhere you wanna go, especially if its with him. if it's a fight, dally will make sure you're safe and if the fuzz pull up, he'll make sure you escape before people get thrown into cars and into the cooler
W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)
the thought of you fighting is hot as hell to dally. he'll 100% fight with/for you if you just said the word. fighting with dally would definitely taking a few hits for him and keeping him on his feet
X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)
depends on how far into the relationship you are. dally's pretty clueless for a while, but will easily pick up on what makes you tick and how to comfort you
Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)
by asking you when high or half asleep or both. it'd be asked as an idea, with or without your parents permission
Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)
smoking, driving, you, and johnny.
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I humbly offer thee, Goddess of Fanfics, Queen of Clones, a wide variety of her favorite foods displayed on a carefully crafted mother of pearl dinner tray with sterling silverware, coupled with a bottle of the Gods' finest ambrosia.
May I beseech thee for a fic where Omega comes to see hunter's girlfriend as a big sister and the reader adopts her as such - just Omega fluff and happiness.
Or
One where hunter's girlfriend!reader rescues Omega and Crosshair from the empire and reunites them with Hunter. (A tall order. I've thought about doing this one myself, but I honestly believe that you're the only one that can do it justice).
Only when/if you're comfortable, Queen, I hope you're doing well! 💞
Aloha, loyal subject! 😋
Both ideas sound great. Unfortunately, there is still a lot to work through for me and my time is limited these days, so I can pick only one. I hope that's okay.
Well then, let me see what I can do here...
Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Savior
Warnings: Angst/Canon Typical Violence/Fluff/Hurt/Comfort/Pfff, Canon, don't know her.
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As a double agent, you work in the ranks of the Empire for the Resistance. Disguised. Your relationship with Hunter is dangerous, and any secret meeting with him, is therefore accordingly risky, and you see each other rather rarely. You are faced with a difficult decision when you realize that CF99 has taken some pretty tough losses. You are in a position where you could help, but you really have to risk everything.
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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)
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>Master List<
The last time you spoke with Hunter was a little over a week ago. By now you know that Crosshair, a former member of Hunter's unit, is here on the station where you are stationed, as are so many other clones. A few days later, Tech, another member of Hunter's team, had an accident, was picked up more dead than alive by Storm Troopers and brought here as well. And today the girl was brought here, Omega.
You've seen each other before, not often, and only in glimpses, but the girl recognized you right away. She's smart, didn't let on, so your cover is still intact. Until now. Omega is incredibly brave, she acts so mature for her age. Hunter has already taught her a lot.
You haven't had a chance to tell Hunter that you've been transferred here, that you're okay, that Omega and his two brothers are still alive. You are plagued by an almost overwhelming inner turmoil.
They have taken blood from the girl, but otherwise have no further tests scheduled yet. But you know Hemlock has more planned for her, you just don't know what yet.
Tech is lying in a baccta tank, it would take him a while to get back on his feet. You have an idea, a very dangerous idea, but for that you need help and the only one around you who is not injured at the moment and has enough combat experience is Crosshair.
As you enter his cell, he sits on his cot and slowly raises his head, his eyes narrowed critically. His body language is not that of a prisoner; he does not seem rushed, or intimidated. On the contrary, his slow, confident movements are those of a hunter sizing up his prey. So they haven't broken him yet, good.
He doesn't say a word, and neither do you at first. But after a while he snorts, "The next bitch with needles for me? You better get some helping hands, or I'll be jamming your needles down your throat".
You frown, you sense the hatred resonating in his words, but the warning he utters tells you he's holding back. He wants to hurt you, he could, but he doesn't. Silently, you wonder why.
"I don't have any needles with me," you say calmly, not moving from the spot.
Crosshair slowly stands up, and you are surprised how tall the slender clone soldier is. He strides towards you, even comes quite close to you. You don't back away, which leads him to look at you with interest. He tries to assess you, who you are, what you want, whether you might be a danger after all.
"I need your help," you say calmly.
He laughs humorlessly and finally hisses, "Go to hell."
Unmoved, you tell him, "In case you haven't noticed, we're already in hell here."
Crosshair blinks, then the corner of his mouth twitches very briefly, an implied smirk.
"Maybe I misjudged you," he says thoughtfully, "It's possible I could like you after all."
Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you raise your eyebrows in amusement, "You better not like me too much, I'm already dating one of your brothers"
Crosshair blinks several times, then his brows move up.
"You're confident, sassy, composed, not afraid of me...you must be Hunter's girl".
You nod, impressed.
"Not bad, a bullseye"
Crosshair rolls his eyes, but then sits back down on the cot and says, "Yeah, I always hit the bull's eye, it's practically my signature. How would I be able to help you from in here?"
You smile and say, "I want you to help me help you."
The mood has reached a low that is almost unbearable. Hunter, Wrecker and Echo sit together on Pabuu, by the Marauder. Now and then, somber looks are exchanged, but no one says a word.
They had failed to free Crosshair, instead they had even lost Tech, and shortly after Cid had betrayed them and Omega has been taken from them.
Hunter feels adrift, his guilt eating him up from the inside out. He feels the loss physically, like a constant pain compressing his ribs. He longs for your comfort, your warm body against his, your comforting voice in his ear, your smell in his nose. Just when he needs you so badly, he can't reach you, and you haven't been in touch for a long time. The thought that he might have lost you too, keeps coming up and threatens to suffocate him, because you are the thought he clings to in his darkest moments to keep his head above water.
Even revenge was beyond reach for him. Cid immediately disappeared as soon as Hunter didn't look for a moment. The helpless rage hanging in his guts doesn't make the overall situation any better. For the first time, he has no plan, no idea what to do, no answers. Right now, he barely has enough motivation to breathe. He knows he can't give up, he still has brothers counting on him, and maybe Omega wasn't lost forever yet. But in the last mission he already lost one brother, his whole squad almost died. Now they were even fewer than before.
Rex, of course, offered to help, as did Gregor and Howzer, but where should they start? How? Even with Tech's brilliant ideas, they had failed. Now Tech isn't around anymore.
"I'm going to rip that bitch's head off," Wrecker growls.
Hunter and Echo look at him, both a little surprised. Wrecker has never spoken like this before. Apparently there's also a point at which the kind-hearted, giant breaks.
Echo finally sighs and says, "We all knew Cid wasn't a saint, but I didn't expect that."
Hunter says somberly, "Neither did I, but that's the problem, I should have been prepared for this."
"Stop it," Wrecker growls, "It's not your fault, leader or not, you're still only human."
Hunter doesn't want to discuss it, right now he just wants to bathe in self-pity and self-loathing, even though he knows how destructive that actually is. He walks past his two brothers into the interior of the shuttle without comment.
From the cockpit, he hears a beep and realizes that they have received a message.
"Guys come in, we have a message from an unknown sender".
Wrecker and Echo hurriedly enter the cockpit.
Echo looks at the sender's number and frowns.
"I don't think the sender is really unknown to us."
"You know the number?" asks Wrecker.
He shakes his head and replies, "Not exactly, but take a closer look at the numbers, Hunter. Isn't that the date you met your flame. Our double agent?"
For a moment, Hunter holds his breath, it takes him a small moment to regain his composure. This could be the glimmer of hope he can cling to now.
"You're right," he says a little breathlessly, and opens the message.
There is no recording in the message, no video and no audio. Just a rather long string of numbers.
"These are coordinates," Echo says after a moment's thought, "The first pair of numbers is the system, the second is several planets, and the third is a point in between. Maybe she wants to meet you there?"
Hunter's heart beats up in his throat. His skin tingles, his pulse races. Is this really a message from you? He desperately hopes so.
"You should go, at least one of us should find some comfort," Wrecker says with a wry smile.
Echo frowns and says, "I don't want to be a killjoy, but she hasn't contacted you in a long time. And now she's sending a message with no picture or sound, just coordinates? This could be a trap"
"Then we'll come along just in case," Wrecker grumbles, "And if it's not a trap, then we'll just have to close our eyes and ears for a while, so they can celebrate their meeting"
Echo shrugs and says, "I can live with that. What do you say, Hunter?"
"I'll definitely look into it," Hunter says sternly, "but I can't ask you to come along."
Wrecker unconsciously mimics one of Tech's mannerisms by jabbing his index finger vertically in the air and saying, "You can't forbid us, either!"
Wistfulness spreads like a dull ache in his chest as Hunter sees the gesture, he misses Tech so much, but he smiles, and says, "You got that right, Wrecker."
It was not easy to find a trooper uniform that fits the sniper. It actually took several days to find and procure it. Omega wears handcuffs and walks in front of you, in front of Omega walks the disguised Crosshair. Next to you hovers the baccta tank you've covered up so no one can see Tech inside.
Your pulse is racing, but outwardly you look absolutely calm. You are highly concentrated. This has to work, or you may all be doomed. Omega glances over her shoulder now and then, looking up at you nervously.
You make sure no one hears or sees you at the moment and speak softly to her, "Look ahead, Omega, it's going to be okay."
"Okay," the girl says softly and sighs.
"We're almost there" you whisper to her.
You're not so sure about that, but at least you try to radiate it.
You make it as far as the hangar unmolested, but inside the hangar itself, a small group of Troopers consisting of four men stops you.
"What is that? A baccta tank? Where are you guys going with that thing? Who's the girl?"
You can see how Crosshair as well as Omega tense up. You have to do something, and you have to do it now, before things escalate.
Adjusting your badge that clearly identifies you as a higher ranking officer, you use your full showmanship. The look you give the trooper is annoyed, angry, and condescending.
You snarl, "You've got some nerve, Trooper. What's your ID number?"
The Trooper pauses and looks at his fellow Troopers, he seems to be puzzled at first.
When he looks back at you, you wave a finger at him. When he's finally within reach, you grab the fabric of his Blacks at his collar and pull the trooper down a bit, he leans in your direction in surprise, he definitely wasn't expecting that.
"Take a good look at this ID, Trooper," you give him two breaths before continuing, "I've been personally ordered by Doctor Hemlock and Grand Admiral Tarkin to move the clone in this tank and the girl. The day started out shitty, I'm pressed for time, and you're getting on my nerves. If you don't fuck off right now and let me do my job, I'll make sure you get lined up against the nearest wall and shot, you little pipsqueak."
You push the trooper back again and nod to Crosshair, who rudely shoves the trooper back to his squad, underlining your act.
"Sorry, M'am, won't happen again," says one of the other troopers.
" I hope so for your sake," you grumble and resume your walk to the shuttle.
Your heart races, you hardly dare to breathe, but you maintain the stony expression until you are inside the Imperial shuttle and the ramp has closed behind you. Finally, you breathe a sigh of relief. You feel sick with anxiety, on the verge of throwing up.
Crosshair takes off the helmet, helps Omega secure the baccta tank in the cargo bay and says to you, "You're good, girl, almost gave me the willies".
You say after a few breaths, with which you keep the nausea at bay, "I almost peed myself"
The Sniper says with a wry smile, "Then you're a damn good actress, it for sure as hell didn't show"
Crosshair finally makes his way to the cockpit and launches the shuttle. You strap Omega into one of the seats in the cockpit. The girl looks at you, but she doesn't protest.
"We could be attacked, we're not quite safe yet, so I'm strapping you in," you explain calmly.
Omega nods in understanding. You are always surprised how brave the girl is.
"Thank you," she says softly, "You risked a lot for us today. I can see why Hunter likes you so much."
You laugh softly and smile. Hunter; just the thought of you seeing him again soon, should everything work out, makes your heart beat faster.
"You better strap in too, they're already hailing us and I don't intend to answer them" Crosshair grumbles.
You hurriedly sit down and are about to strap in when the first shots are fired at your shuttle. Crosshair makes two hard evasive maneuvers that almost throw you out of your seat again. Your fingers hastily grab the seatbelt, but each maneuver causes it to slip away from you again.
You curse softly, your pulse racing. Another steep turn finally pulls you out of your seat. Everything turns for a moment, weightlessness, even your stomach seems to turn with the shuttle.
Omega tries to reach for you, but you snap, "Don't!"
You're afraid she might break her little fingers should the ship spin again in a moment and her fingers get tangled in your clothes.
Then gravity kicks in again, and you slam into one of the other seats. Pain spreads like a wave through your ribs. Another quick spin of the ship, the back wall of the cockpit speeds towards you, the impact is violent, your world suddenly goes dark.
You slowly regain consciousness. You feel that you have been covered and are lying on soft ground. The surrounding voices are muffled, the words slowly become clearer, but they are spoken softly, as if they do not want to disturb you.
Slowly, blinking, you open your eyes and hear Omega's little voice say excitedly, "She's waking up!"
You hear quick footsteps.
"Love, how do you feel?"
Hunter's face appears above you. You breathe a sigh of relief, beaming at him.
"We made it, didn't we?" you ask, a little breathlessly.
Hunter's smile is warm and happy.
"You did it, we're all together again," he says softly, gently stroking your cheek.
You reach for his hand and hold it tightly where it touches your face.
You say softly, almost in a whisper, "I missed you."
Hunter sits down on the edge of the bed and leans over you, kissing your forehead, gently.
"I missed you too, Love, more than I can put into words".
Crosshair briefly appears in your field of vision, "Hey Wildling, thanks, I won't forget this".
Omega beams, "Me neither" and hurriedly follows the Sniper. You hear her start to pepper Crosshair with questions as the two leave the room and grin inside.
"How's Tech?" you finally ask Hunter.
Hunter laughs softly, "Right now he's still on crutches and has to rest a lot, but he's back to his old self, talking a lot, explaining absolutely everything he can think of to the people around him."
That sounds like Tech, as you've come to know him, the thought is comforting.
Hunter looks at you intensely.
"I can't believe you really risked this, even gave up your cover at the Empire for this, your superiors at the resistance won't be happy. But I'm incredibly grateful, I don't even know what to say, how to thank you," Hunter suddenly says very seriously and urgently.
You look at him and say, "I had to do it, it was the right thing to do, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says. I had to follow my heart."
He takes your hand in his, brings it to his lips, and kisses the back of your hand.
"You're much too good for me," he says softly.
"What nonsense," you say with a laugh.
Hunter smirks and lies down with you, gently wrapping his arms around you. You're only too happy to snuggle up to him with a relieved, happy sigh, enjoying his warmth, his closeness.
"Will you do me a favor?" you ask in a whisper.
"Anything you want, you just have to say it".
After a deep breath in which you take in his scent, you say, "Don't ever let me go".
His arms wrap around you a little tighter.
"Your wish is my command"
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#𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙑𝙀𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙍: 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭
» summary: one day, you told your daughter how you got that green seashell inside your locket
» word count: 2.2k
» warnings: major fluff to angst (I SWEAR YOU WON’T REGRET READING PT 2)
» inspired by sarah jio’s always novel.
» part 2
it was a sunny afternoon. you were drinking your ginger tea and watching your daughter drawing a big, blue castle which she was inspired by a cartoon she watched this morning. you were feeling peaceful. waiting for your husband to come back from the bazaar.
"ta-daa!" she cheered at you while showing you her picture. you smiled and praised her for her work. then took it into your hands. she added sun, sea, and seashells inside the sea. they were in different colours. when you saw a green one, you couldn't help but caress your locket.
"do you wanna know what's inside there?"
she nodded quickly and you took off it from your neck and put it on the table, then opened the locket. she couldn't help but loudly gasp when she saw the green seashell inside of it.
"wow! that looks really beautiful and unique, mommy, where did you find it?!"
you couldn't help but smirk when she asked you this. "i didn't, someone else found and gifted it to me."
"then you must be really important to them, i mean look at that, not everyone gifts something like that!"
you smiled at her, "yeah, guess who did?"
she thought a couple of seconds and gasped again suddenly. "daddy?!" you smiled and nodded. "do you wanna know the story behind it?" she nodded again quickly. then you start to look from the window and you saw a beach where things have started.
— 1984
it was a sunny afternoon in chicago. there were a couple of weeks before the start of your college, in seattle. so before moving there, you decided to spend your last weeks with your family. and here you were, collecting seashells with your little brother on the beach. you got tired after kneeling up and down every few seconds under the sun. you then frowned "why are you collecting these so much, what are you gonna do with them anyway?"
"i'm gonna make a huge castle from them with clay!" he didn't mind your indifference. you rolled your eyes and looked at the rough and light blue coloured sea. there were a lot of people on the beach, but not a big amount of them were swimming. some people were surfing too. you were fascinated by them, especially by a man who was short and brunette with blue eyes.
"look!" he suddenly shouted at you. "it has a hole in it, i can make it into a necklace! can you put it in a safe place, please?" you sighed and nodded to his request and after taking it from him, you went to your sunbed. you put the seashell inside the bag and you certainly didn't expect to see that man you were fascinated by.
"hello!" he said nervously. you smiled at him too. "hi."
"i am, uh... saw how you were collecting seashells and when i saw it, i thought you may like it." he approached you and opened his palm, showing what was inside. you loudly gasped when you saw it. it was a green seashell.
"oh my god i... i don't know what to say... it looks so unreal, are you sure you want to gift me this?" he nodded and you slowly took it from him. you couldn't help but ask "why are you giving this to a stranger?"
"i, i don't wanna sound cheesy but, a beautiful seashell for a beautiful lady, I guess..." you chuckled at his nervousness and looked down. "well, thank you then." you looked at him again and sat down to sunbed. patting your next so he could sit next to you. he sat and you looked at his ocean eyes.
"i've never seen you here before until today. i saw how you were surfing. you do this for a long time, don't you?"
"i came here from san diego a few days ago. and yeah, i've been surfing since 12."
"then welcome! i hope you'll like it here. i'm [name] by the way." you cheered. he smiled at you. "and i'm eddie."
you were talking about your interests until your brother stood before you, put his hands around his waist and looked at you furiously. "are you done with flirting with your boyfriend? because we still have to fill at least 5 bottles!"
your and his cheeks got flushed. you coughed. "he's not my boyfriend." "whatever..." your brother put his full bottle of seashells inside the bag and gave you a bottle. "would you like to help us?" he asked to eddie. he then smiled at him and agreed on it.
you still continued talking about your interests and then about random things. you discovered that he has the same music taste you have. and he was more open to you now. at the time, you realized your brother was far ahead of you. maybe because you were busy talking.
after finishing filling the bottles, your brother thanked eddie sincerely and went swimming. you wanted to join him but you stopped when you saw eddie not moving.
"hey, did something happen?" you asked.
"uh, yes actually. i remembered i gotta go." he gave you an apologetic smile. "will I see you again?" he asked and you nodded. "then will i see you, tonight?" you chuckled and nodded again. after agreeing on which place and in which time you should meet he rushed. "bye, [name]!"
"bye, eddie!"
after you and your brother came back home, even though you were tired, you still helped your mother with cooking. at the table, he was talking about the sea and how beautiful seashells with little holes he found. and of course, he talked about eddie. about how nice and helpful he was. he was smirking at me and i just hit his leg slightly under the table.
it was almost eight, you wore a blue sundress with matching flat shoes. of course, your little brother wished you luck on your date.
you went to the bar where you two agreed to meet. you saw him and waved at him. he was wearing a 'the who' shirt with black shorts. you greeted each other and entered the bar. he was a gentleman to buy you a drink. you thanked him and then sat close to the stage. you didn't understand why, but he looked nervous. so you started a conversation about a random thing. the conversation led to where he was talking about the first time he tried surfing excitedly. you realized that you were smiling at him since he started to talk.
a couple of guys entered the stage and started to play light my fire by the doors. your mouth got open "i love this song!" he smiled at you. "would you like to dance to this song with me then?" you nodded and he got up and gave you his hand. you gave yours to him and he led you close to the stage.
you could feel everyone's gaze at you two. but you didn't care. not when you were feeling excited. you two took a step forward and bowed. you circled each other, your gaze remained locked. he placed his hand on your back, you placed yours on his shoulder and your free hands met. your feet in perfect sync together. as the song progressed, you felt more relaxed and gave him a heartwarming smile of yours. he blushed slightly.
when the song ended, he wanted to walk home with you. you agreed and led him the way. there was a comfortable silence between you. maybe because there were thoughts from this night inside your heads. after about twenty minutes, you were outside your house.
"thank you for walking with me." you said while smiling. he smiled too "it's nothing, just wanted you to be safe.”
you didn't say anything to each other for a couple of seconds. when you looked at your window, you saw your little brother waving at you. you rolled your eyes.
"well, thank you for the night, then. i had a good time. good night." you said to him and before you went the door, he called you.
"wait, [name]!" you turned to him. "i... i had a good time with you too. and, and i wanna repeat this. i want to spend time with you again."
you chuckled. "are you asking me out?" he nodded shyly. and you just kissed his flushed cheek. "i would love that." and after you gave him your phone number and wished good night to each other, you entered your house.
"i liked him from the moment he agreed to help us. he looks nice to be my brother-in-law." your brother smirked at you. but you weren't paying attention to him. you were carefully caressing your green seashell. and you decided to carry it everywhere. you put it inside your locket and wore it. wondering about your next date.
three weeks passed since you met with eddie. you would see each other three or four times a week. some days you would go to new places that he hasn't ever been there, going on late-night drives or chilling at the bar where your first date was.
there were days that you two would hang out with your brother. some days, you would take him to the theme park, bowling saloon, arcade bar, or eddie just trying to teach him how to surf. your heart would melt when you would see them together. he really liked eddie, also your parents.
but sadly, it was your final day in chicago. you had to go back to the rainy city. you wish you would go to college in chicago. you would be with your family, and with eddie.
he knew this was your last day. so you agreed on meeting at the beach where you two met. it was evening, and not many people were at the beach compared to the afternoon. you two sat down on the sand, watching waves lap up against the shore softly.
"i wish i could meet you earlier." you said while smiling sadly.
"yeah, i wish i dared to meet you earlier. i've been seeing you on the beach with your brother before we met."
"but, this is not the end of the world, right? i'm planning to come here in the summer. we can see each other."
he nodded but you felt something hidden in his facial expression. "eddie, if there's something on your mind, you can just tell me." he gulped and turned his head to you. "what i am to you, [name]? just your summer love for a few weeks?"
your eyes widen at his question. you didn't know what to say. no, you had actually. but you didn't know how to put them in words.
"the first time i saw you, you were looking fascinated. i couldn't help but stare at you at that moment. i thought i just liked your appearance, but no. i still wonder how i managed to ask you out. the more time i've spent with you, the more i've fallen in love with you. i love you, [name]." he said while looking at you sincerely. he said these three words for the first time.
you smiled, grabbed his hands and held them. "i, i love you too, eddie. you're not just a summer love to me. trust me, you're more than that. i believe we still can communicate. i don't wanna lose connection with you. you will be always in here." you pointed with your index finger to your locket. he chuckled and his cheeks flushed.
the sun was almost setting. you knew you gotta go. you looked at him with apology.
"before you go, i wanna do something. i wanted to do this after our first day." he got close to your face, your noses touching. "can i?" he asked and you nodded happily. he then connected your lips with a passion. it started slow at first but got heated after. he was kissing you like no tomorrow and you were trying to catch up with him. you saw his eyes got watered and you wiped away them. after seconds, he pulled away and connected your foreheads.
"i love you. don't ever forget that." you whispered.
"i love you too, and i won't forget that."
you squeezed his hands for the last time and started to walk home, crying silently.
your family moved to michigan due to your father's work after your start at college. it was a surprise for you. but you could do nothing about it. and eddie never called you again. you got frustrated and hurt because of it. wasn't he telling you that he was in love with you? maybe he thought it wouldn't work or the thing between us should just stay as a summer love.
then you wanted to hit yourself. because you realized you never give him your number, you gave your house's. and when your family moved, they changed it. when the semester finished, you first went to chicago to look for him. but you couldn't find him. then you learnt that he moved to southern california. you cried, even though you spent a little bit of time with him, you were still madly in love with him. and you never stopped loving him.
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Heya! The name is Brittle, I go by he/him and I’m a writer for a bunch of things Cookie Run, you’ll probably find me on the Cookie Wars with the various stuff I put out on the tag! Welcome!
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[Guidelines]
Gender neutral readers are my way to go, so everyone can enjoy my fics! :D (This will always be the case unless the fic states otherwise)
The type of writings can vary, which could be either be headcanons, one-shots, etc etc. Whatever I feel like works best for the time.
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Ovenbreak/Kingdom
The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar V1.5
I’ll Miss You (Ancient Cookies)
Downstream Part 1 (Affogato Cookie)
Group Findings (Cauliflower and Peperoncino Cookie)
From Afar (Croissant, Lime, and Sour Belt)
A Jammed Heart (Original Cookie Character)
A Forced Hand (Ancient Cookies)
Y/N Cookie Blurbs (Various Cookies)
A Very Much Invited Guest (Hollyberry Kingdom)
Pet Times (Carrot, Cheesecake, and Baguette Cookie)
Duel of Hearts (White Choco and Rose Cookie)
Tales of Sweetness (Valentine’s Day Special)
Fashion Week 2?
Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to (Carrot, Beet, Spinach, Rambutan Cookie)
Costume Concepts
Ya Like Raisin Buns? (Black Raisin Cookie)
Star of the Industry (Popping Candy, DJ, Rockstar, Parfait, and Shining Glitter Cookie)
Even More Heartbreak (Black Pearl Cookie)
Antagonized
But the Dance is Today! (Hollyberry Kingdom)
Undeserving (Affogato Disciples, Dark Cacao, Adventurer, Captain Ice Cookie)
Anguish Before Matrimony (Pure Vanilla and White Lily Cookie)
No Dice (Ancient Cookies)
At Your Beck and Call (Pearl Legion/Custard Soldiers)
No Deed Goes Unnoticed (Dark Cacao Kingdom)
Milky Way Cookie Blurb
Eternity (Snow Sugar Cookie)
The Serenity or the Charismatic (Pure Vanilla v. Clotted Cream Cookie)
House is Where the Heart Is (Raspberry Mousse Cookie)
Chaos and Control (Twizzly Gang)
A Handycookie’s Expertise (Time Balance Department)
Good Day for Walks (Pure Vanilla Cookie)
Fish in a Barrel (Affogato Cookie)
Spared No Expense 1.5 (Cheesecake Cookie)
Coworkers Delight (Maple Taffy Cookie)
Memories
Sands of the Sale (Yogurt Cream Cookie)
Two Sides of a Coin (Hollyberry Cookie x Male Reader)
Face the Music! (B.A.D 4)
Seize the Spin
Foul Play (Cherry Stars)
Molded, Battered, Whole (The Five Dragons)
In a Heartbeat (Pink Choco Cookie)
From the Brink
What If: In Your Name
When the Jingle Bells Rock (Christmas Special)
The Flipside
Spared No Expense (Cheesecake Cookie)
For Their Majesty (Amber Sugar Cookie)
Speak of the Tree (Millennial Tree Cookie, Churro Cookie)
The Deal with Ancients
Bake It till You Make It
Polar Opposites (Timekeeper Cookie)
A Phenomenal Photo
Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie
A Tune for You (Vagabond Cookie)
Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours
Missing You
Sunrises (Missing You Alt)
The Face of the Future (Director Croissant, Stringy Gummy, Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper)
The Spooky Cookie Tapes
The Deal with Dragons (The 5 Dragons)
The Thrill or The Peace (Adventurer Cookie v. Blackberry Cookie)
Marketplace Ruckus (Hollyberrian Marketplace)
Time Travel, Woo! (Croissant Cookie)
Biggest Fans (Cherry Stars)
The Idol and the DJ (DJ Cookie)
The TBD’s Handycookie (Time Balance Department)
The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye (Dr. Bones Cookie
Heartbreak (Kumiho Cookie)
Pizza’s Here (Pizza Cookie)
The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea (Black Pearl Cookie)
Picnic Time (Cherry Blossom Cookie)
The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar (Various Cookies)
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Wars/Jellywalker AU
[Q: Question based. Though some questions do evolve into full on fics.]
Heart of the Horde
Protectors of the Horde’s Heart
Death of the Heart
The Starved Heart
Heart Amongst Legends
Recollection 1 (White Ghost Cookie, Vagabond Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie)
Recollection 2 (Financier Cookie, Vampire Cookie, Dark Choco Cookie)
Recollection 3 (Infected TBD)
Wandering
Wandering #2
Gift Mode | Keeping Quiet | Little Ones | Wandering Part 3 (Jellywalker AU)
The News Gets to Them (Walker AU. Sorbet Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Black Garlic Cookie)
The News Gets to Them #2 (Walker AU. Lilybell Cookie, Choco Ball Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie)
Q: Various Cookies as Walkers
Q: Various Cookies as Walkers #2
Q: Bosses and You!
Q: Guard Duty (Jellywalker Knight Cookie)
Q: If Y/N Died
Q: Would The Dragons Help?
Q: How did Y/N get infected?
Q: Y/N Captured
Q: Shared Emotion of Y/N Cookie and the Horde
Q: Showoffs of the Horde (Fire Spirit Cookie, Cinnamon Cookie, Skating Queen Cookie)
Q: If Y/N was cured?
Q: Argument Amongst the Horde
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just me over here thinking about reader having a favourite song and singing bits from it in front of joel constantly just to have him surprise her one night when theyre spontaneously slow dancing in the kitchen (where else amiright?) and he sings the lyrics softly to her… BESTIE I AM NOT OKAY
and to make it worse, he emphasizes certain words in the song to subtly let her know he thinks about her when he hears them I AM DONE RIP
BESTIE YOUR MINDDDD I SCREAMED FOR 5 MIN STRAIGHT BEFORE I WROTE THIS
[cowboy like me dbf x reader - 800 words of pure FLUFF below the cut sorrysorrysorry]
i feel like, as much as she’s a lil swiftie and whatever, one of her guilty pleasures is dad rock. her dad probably didn’t let her play her own stuff in the car growing up ‘cause he figured his stuff (marty robbins ew) > beyoncé, so she wound up liking a whole lot of that stuff. lotta queen, lotta eagles, all that. and she probably heard the likes of can’t fight this feeling by reo speedwagon as a kid and used to dream about when she’d meet someone who might love her enough to feel that way.
one day she’s at joel’s and she’s in the shower. it’s a sunday morning, she’s spent the night. he’s still laying in bed, sat up against the headboard. and he can hear her humming.
dude was literally alive when the song came out. he knows what it is. and he just sits with this dumb smile on his face ‘cause she’s graduated to quietly singing: even as i wander, i’m keeping you in sight.
n then she pushes the door open, towel around her body, probably twirls over to the foot of the bed still singing the words, and he just sits with his arms crossed, shoulders bouncing, chest vibrating with stifled laughter.
she’s like, c’mon, old man.
excuse me?
this is your era. sing with me, she pleads.
and she’s crawling up the bed to him, tilting her head and nananahing the guitar solo until she’s sat in his lap, his hands on her hips, watching her perform for him with what he reckons is more passion than even the band had.
she hums it when she’s following him around the grocery store, elbows on the handle of the cart, watching him doing all the heavy lifting. she sings it while they’re lying on his couch, both doing separate things but together, y’know? he can’t focus on the building plans he’s tryna read on his phone ‘cause she’s stuck singing the same bit on a loop while she flicks through netflix or something.
so then maybe one night the power goes out and they’re home alone. she raids his cupboards for candles; they sit in the kitchen and eat leftover pizza and drink cheap wine and wait for the lights to turn back on. and joel puts some playlist on his phone, sits it on the counter while they eat and talk and…whatever else you do during a power outage.
he gets up to go refill their glasses. she follows, sliding the empty pizza box onto the counter as pearl jam fades into silence. and then…the twinkly intro. the piano melody. the crooning bassline. she gasps. her jaw falls slack, huge beam spreads across her lips. eyebrows lift as high as they’ll go. n joel’s shoulders jerk with a laugh.
she takes his sleeve in her fist and pulls him into the middle of the kitchen, and he lets her, obviously. and she’s swaying, and his arms sit comfortably on her hips, wrists cross at the bottom of her spine. and he watches her with this little glint in his eye, the reflection of the candles and probably something more, just letting her sing to him.
you-really-gotta-sing-this-time-cmon, she says, squeezing it between the lines of the song. and i’m getting closer than i ever thought i might, she sings.
and she shuts her eyes, balls her fists and jerks them twice when the drums kick in, and joel snorts, leans in, lines his lips with hers until they’re, like, an inch apart, and they’re breathing the words to one another as they sway back and forth.
…and i can’t fight this feeling anymore, i’ve forgotten what i started fighting for…
her arms cross around his neck, and his forehead’s on hers, n she’s singing it’s time to bring this ship into the shore, and he sings back and throw away the oars forever, and they laugh because it’s so fucking corny, so sickly sweet, and neither of them care.
she lets him sing the second verse, mostly ‘cause she’s never heard him singing this song and never heard him sing so softly, like he’s doing it for only her to hear, and no one else. she kinda nuzzles her head into his neck and feels the bristle of his beard against her temple, his lil quiet drawl singing, it always seems that i’m following you, girl, ‘cause you take me to the places that alone i’d never find.
and it’s cute, and they’re so in love, and my chest hurts to think about them looking at one another as they sing the last fucking line, the lil oooohs, the lil saxophone notes. the dumb little grins on their dumb little faces.
yeah. what the heck, dude. i need an inhaler.
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ELLIE WILLIAMS HEADCANNONS
a/n: some hc’s about modern!no-apocalypse!ellie williams that i like and are true in my mind. also this is all fluff. X FEMALE!READER. this is my first time ever writing anything so yeah…
cws: mention of weed usage
-i dont know why but i feel like ellie would have played football (soccer) in high school. she just gives off those vibes. y’all would never be able to hang out after school because of her practices. and if you did she would beg you to take her to a fast food place to get food. you would definitely go to all of her games. and she would get shy on the field for how loud you were cheering for her.
“Babe. Please never do that again.” she says while starting the shower. She still had her uniform on, the material covered in grass stains and dirt. “What? I was just supporting my favorite girl.” you reply. She mumbles out, “It was embarrassing. I missed a goal because of you.” Giggling, you walk over and peck her on the cheek. “I know. I’m sorry. I would say it won't ever happen again, but you know I love you too much to not do it.”
-she definitely likes bands like nirvana, soundgarden, pearl jam etc etc. and she makes you listen to it constantly. in her car? don’t even think about grabbing the aux cord. in her room? it’s blasting through her speakers. but i definitely see her appreciating the music you listen to as well.
-she’ll learn your favorite songs on her guitar and will play them late at night. if you’re getting tired, but don’t necessarily want to go to sleep yet, she will turn off the tv, sit you up, and play for you until you’re ready to go to sleep.
“C’mon baby, sit up.” She walks over to the other side of the room as you’re getting up, and grabs her guitar. Sitting back down on the bed, she pulls you closer, and strums the guitar until your eyes start closing on their own. “Are you ready to go to sleep now?” she asks. You nod your head, as you move to lay down. “Okay darling. Goodnight. I love you.”
-definitely talks to you for hours about her favorite comics, games, movies etc. you both will be watching something on the tv before she inevitably pauses it and goes on a rant about it. “did you know that …”
-despite her fiery nature, she doesn’t get mad at you (often). infact, she hates it. and if she ever does, it’ll plague her mind. after a little bit of being in her head about it, she’ll get up and profusely apologize.
-has a shelf of nicknacks and figurines
-i dont think her love language is acts of service, but she constantly brings you flowers
-she smokes weed on occasion (a lot). you smoke with her too, and when you do she does everything for you. she’ll pack the bowl for you. she will roll the blunt. she will light it for you. she’s definitely going through every safety precaution to make sure you two don't get caught.
-she rarely uses tiktok. she just gives those vibes. you still send them to her all the time. after about a week, you two will cuddle up on her bed and scroll through all the ones you sent her.
-when she first meets your family, shes very awkward. but as time goes on, she becomes very close with everyone. especially if you have little siblings. she will play with them whenever they ask.
“Ellie! You’re back” yells a little kid from across the living room of your house. “Hey kiddo!” she says, giving them a high five. “Do you wanna play outside?” asks the little kids. She chuckles and takes off her jacket. “It’s a little too cold to play outside, but how about we play with your new christmas presents?”
#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#tlou#lesbian
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Unannounced
A/N: This is my first one shot with Stone and I just started typing. I hope it turned out okay!
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 1,479
Warnings: Andrew Wood's death is mentioned
Two raindrops raced each other down the window. The rain reminds me that I’m almost home, somewhere I haven’t been in years, Seattle.
The chatter in the Greyhound broke my concentration. I looked around curiously. Loads of people, either returning to the rainy city, or venturing into the unknown.
I happen to be doing both.
The bus pulled into the station and my tummy twisted in knots. I began having second thoughts. I was showing up unannounced after years of little to no contact.
I grabbed my luggage from the storage under the bus and meandered off to find a taxi.
I rattled off the address to my best friend's house and hoped for the best.
The scenery around was exactly as I remembered and yet so different. Maybe it was just me, I’d grown used to the desert in Eastern Washington.
The cabbie pulled over and I realized there was no turning back. I mean I still could, but I’d feel real shitty about it. I paid the man and got out with my stuff.
I made the daunting walk up to the door, my heart raced and I knocked three times. I wanted to turn away and run.
It wasn’t fair of me. My grandma was sick and so I moved across the state to take care of her. A coincidence that everything at the time was falling apart so I was looking for an escape was just happenstance.
The door cracked open and it was like all the air was sucked out of my lungs.
Stone Gossard, his hair was longer now. His hazel eyes widened. We stared at one another. I was shocked when he reached out and brought me into a tight hug. I hugged him back and breathed him in.
Stone held me at arms length and studied me.
“What are you doing in Seattle? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He asked. I shrugged.
“It just felt like time to come home.” I answered. Stone smiled softly at me. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me unless I just showed up. Flawed I know.” I rambled and Stone’s smile faltered.
“Look, I know things weren’t great and we didn’t really communicate well while you were in Pasco, but I’ll always want you around. You’re my best friend, even when we’re mad at each other. Okay?” Stone said sternly. I studied his face and nodded. “Have you got a place to stay?”
“No, I just got to town. I really didn’t have a game plan.” I responded. Stone chuckled.
“Glad to know you’re still the impulsive girl I always knew.” He grinned.
“Impulsive?” I asked, eyes widening. Stone gave me a look and I looked away. “Okay, yeah, I’m impulsive.” I admitted.
“You can stay with me.” Stone said.
“Are you sure?” I asked, looking back to him.
“You’re always welcome in my home.” He said, and stepped back, opening the door wider for me to enter. It smelled woodsy, as I remembered, comforting.
“I’ll take that.” He said and took my luggage disappearing further into the house. I took off my shoes and hung up my jacket.
I moseyed into the living room. I studied the photos, there were some with the Mother Love Bone line up. I smiled seeing Andy. There were some with other groups, and what I assumed is the Pearl Jam lineup. I didn’t meet the shy front man before I left, but he’s got an incredible voice. Then I saw some sprinkled with me in there, in almost all of them Stone and I are next to each other. My favorite is just the two of us, I can’t remember what he said anymore but the photo caught me mid cackle as he smirked triumphantly at me.
“Are you hungry?” Stone asked entering the room. I turned to him and my tummy gurgled at that exact moment. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He replied and turned to go to the kitchen, I followed him.
I pulled out two plates while he pulled stuff to make sandwiches out of the fridge. We made our sandwiches in a comfortable silence before sitting at the table.
“Thanks for taking me in and feeding me.” I said, truly thankful he didn’t send me away.
“I think you think that I’m upset with you, but I’m not.” Stone said and bit into his sandwich. My eyebrows furrowed.
“What?”
“Eat.” Stone said not elaborating.
I took a bite of my sandwich, and munched on some chips.
“How was Pasco?” He asked, changing the subject.
“Way different. It was good to be with Nan and help her out.” I responded.
“How is she?” Stone asked, then took a sip of his drink.
“She passed away 5 months ago.” I answered, and took a sip of my own drink.
“I’m sorry, I know she was important to you. She lasted a lot longer than the doctors said she would.” He replied.
“Yeah, you knew Nan, she was a fighter up until the end.” I said, “I’ve heard your new band on the radio by the way. I really like it, your new singer has an incredible set of pipes.”
“Yeah, he’s a cool guy.” Stone said.
We chatted comfortably as we ate, the more we talked the easier it was. Like no time had passed.
Stone and I washed up the plates and utensils.
“Do you mind if I take a shower?” I asked.
“No, make yourself at home. I have band practice but I’ll be back later tonight.” Stone replied.
“Okay, have fun.” I waved him off.
The water cascaded down my body and my mind kept replaying what Stone said earlier. That I think he’s upset with me but he’s not. I mean he isn’t wrong, I was fully expecting him to take one look at me and tell me to leave. That’s not his true character though. Ever since I’ve known Stone, he has always been so kind and dependable.
After letting my brain spiral I got out and dried off putting on a comfortable oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. The exhaustion of the traveling and emotional turmoil caught up with me and I found myself crawling into Stone’s bed not even thinking about it.
I felt the bed sink down and the covers move around. My eyes fluttered open and I watched as Stone settled in facing me. Our eyes met.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He whispered. We were close enough I could feel his breath when he spoke.
“It’s okay, sorry I fell asleep on your bed, I can go to the couch.” I said and started to get up. Stone reached out and stopped me.
“We’ve shared a bed before, no need to leave.” Stone said. I settled back down and we stared at one another.
“What did you mean earlier?” I asked softly.
“I’m not upset with you is all.” He stated.
“Why? I would be.” I replied. Stone rolled his eyes.
“I was hurt at first. You left, and you didn’t say anything. The two times we talked on the phone it was short and dry. At the end of the day, I just wanted my best friend around, ya know? Andy died, and the person I wanted to find comfort in was you. We started a new band and the first person I wanted to tell about it was you. You’ve always been the most important person to me and more than anything, I just fucking missed you.” Stone said. Tears filled my eyes.
“I missed you too.” I said as my voice cracked.
“Don’t ever leave like that again, okay?” Stone whispered as he brushed my hair from my face.
“Promise.” I said holding out my pinky. Stone smiled softly and wrapped his pinky around mine.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me.” I said.
“You’re here now.” He replied. “Jeff and the others are excited to see you by the way. Are you up to seeing them tomorrow?” Stone asked.
“Yeah, I am. I’m excited to see them too.” I smiled.
“Good, I had to stop Jeff from coming over tonight. But he can only be stalled for so long.” He said and I laughed.
“So is anybody mad?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t just Stone I left behind in Seattle.
“No, I mean not really. Jeff might squeeze you to death and then sternly tell you that leaving like that was really shitty.” He replied.
“Totally fair.” I laughed.
The conversation lulled and I felt myself drifting off again, when Stone spoke up.
“I’m glad you came back.”
“Me too.” I responded sleepily.
I felt Stone’s lips brush up against my forehead before I fell asleep.
Stone was right, I’m here now. And I’m never leaving his side again.
Thanks for reading! Feel free to chat :)
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After The Show (Bret Hart x Reader)
Summary: You're waiting in the bedroom of your shared hotel room for your boyfriend, Bret, when he calls you asking, for a favor...
Contents: fluff, nudity, sleepy Bret, that's it <3
Enjoy <3
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You pouted at the time on the alarm clock next to you as your nails finished drying. 10:23pm. Though RAW hadn't ended too long ago you, you were anxious for your boyfriend to walk through the door. You were worried about him, even though he won his title match (like you both knew he would).
Instead of being backstage or at ringside like everyone else, you listened to his wish for you to stay safe and away from the action and watched it in your hotel room. All alone and bored out of your mind. After Bret’s match you switched to some mindless reality show, painting your nails on the bed and waiting anxiously for him to come back.
BRRRRRRRING!
You jumped and looked over at the hotel phone ringing. Quickly, you picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey, sweetheart."
Oh thank god, it was just him. "Hi baby, I saw your match! You did so good!"
"Thanks... thanks, doll." You laid down against the pillow, twirling your finger in the cord of the landlines. He sounded... off, his raspy voice shaky and panting between breaths.
"Are you okay, Bret? You sound tired..."
"Yeah, just a lil'. I'll be back soon. But I uh... I need you to do me a favor, doll, okay?"
"Anything, hon. What do you need?"
"I..." You listened as his voice lowered. "Can you wait for me in the room on the bed, without your pajamas on?"
Your eyebrows raised. "You... you want me..."
"Naked, in the middle of the bed waiting for me. Can you do that for me, babe? I'm almost back, I won't be long."
"Oh- okay... I can do that..."
"Good girl. See you soon. Love you."
"Love you too." You placed the phone back on the receiver, staring blankly at it.
Naked, in the middle of the bed... waiting for him...
It wasn't a hard request to honor. The only thing you were wearing at that moment was some underwear and one of his Pearl Jam shirts you "borrowed" from his suitcase. Still, your face grew hot just at the thought, your stomach feeling tight just below your navel for a moment. You moved your nail kit onto the side table, then hopped off te bed to turn the A/C up just a bit.
Then you stripped off your panties and t-shirt, and sat in the middle of the bed.
You laid down on your back, staring up at the ceiling and occasionally at the door as you tried to listen to the TV while you waited. It was to no avail, you just couldnt stop your mind from wandering. You were already giggling at the thought of how he would take you, how desperate he would be to strip off his own clothes and have you anyway he wanted.
You covered your face, giggling again as another knot formed in the pit of your stomach. How his hair might still be damp and pretty from his match, how husky his voice would sound and how nice his breath would feel on your neck as he purred in your ear. Your thoughts were running wild.
A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. The door creaked open. In walked Bret. His flannel shirt was only buttoned half way, and his hair still looked damp from his post match shower. He dropped his belt and duffel on the floor as he kicked the door shut behind him and fastened the lock. Finally, he turned to look at you.
"Hi," He murmured.
"Hi..."
"You ready for me, sweetheart?"
"You look like hell."
His eye brows raised, baffled by your words as he stood at the foot if the bed. "That's mean!"
"It's true, though," you said as you got up. You crossed and kneeled in front of him, pulling him down by his shirt to give him a kiss. "You look terrible. Hot, but terrible. Come here."
Bret rolled his eyes as he gave you a kiss on the nose. "Yeah, a 20 minute slugfest with Kevin Nash will do that to you."
"How's your ribs? That fall from the top rope looked awful..." you pulled him on top of you. His arms went around your waist, and his head rested against your chest as you got cozy against the pillows.
"Aww, you watched my match? Thanks babe." He snuggled against you as you rubbed his back. I'm okay, just a little sore. Not to sore to give you a good time, though..."
"Save it, pretty boy." You kissed his forehead. "Rest first, then we can do it."
He pouted, getting up to lift the covers. You crawled under, and watched him get undressed and let him get back on top of you. "Fine."
You laughed as a yawn escaped him. You gave his back another rub as he nuzzle his head against your chest. "Good boy. Nap first, then you can have fun. I can't have my hitman falling asleep mid-fuck."
"Fiiine. But when I get up, I'm gonna rock your world. Get it?"
"Got it."
"Thanks for taking care of me, doll," he mumbled, his arms squeezing you tight.
"My pleasure." You gave him a kiss on the forwhead as he drifted off on top of you. You stroked his hair as the hitman snored, and turned the tv up a bit to wnjoy the late night movie on the tv. "Get some rest, Hart, you deserve it..."
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