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welcome home cowboy like me chapter five

he's back!!! and he's putting up DECORATIONS part v is yours, loves. if ya wanna read the first four (!! how did we get here) parts, you can check out my masterlist right here 😊 as always your support means the WORLD to me. i love talking with y'all & hearing your thoughts. lmk what we think of this one!!!

pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader

summary: joel requests your help to decorate his house for sarah’s return…and a few other things, too

warnings: 18+ minors dni!!! the smut is smutting. oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it the fuck UP), praise kink, lil bit of overstimulation, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), un poco consumption of alcohol, cursing, soft!joel at the end tbh i'm a sucker for him

word count: 5.4k

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It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first. You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second? “I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

The two front legs of your chair scrape against the wooden floor as you lift it to sit down. Your dad had an early finish today, so said he’d cook dinner. From scratch.

He’d refused your help when you offered to keep an eye on the chicken, was more offended when you said you’d cook the asparagus, and now, looking at your scrunched nose as you stare down at the lumpy mashed potatoes, looks just plain insulted.

“Sit, eat, don’t say a word.”

“I offered to help.”

His fork hits off the porcelain plate and he sighs. “I had a lot to tend to, alright?”

“Chicken, asparagus, and…mashed potatoes?” you say, dragging your fork through the mash – though it’s more lump than it is mash.

“Eat. It.”

You tuck in, ignoring the rattle of the table as you tug your knife back and forth to cut the chicken. Your dad’s face reddens as you chew your way through his meal.

“How was work?”

You throw your mouthful back your throat with a gulp and take a big swig of water. “Good,” you try not to choke out, “Sal let me go early ‘cause it was so quiet.”

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Bill was in lookin’ for screws or something. Was Anna who helped him–”

Your sentence is cut short by your dad’s ringtone, and he leans back in his chair to the sideboard behind to retrieve it.

“Yep?” he says, and you know who’s on the other end. Yep? means Joel. “Shoot, I forgot to ask her. Well, she’s right here, gimme a sec.”

He covers the bottom of his phone with his palm, and nods toward you.

“You alright to head over to Joel’s tonight ‘n help ‘im with the house for Sarah comin’ home?”

You narrow your eyes, head tilting. “What…?”

“He’s got some banner or something. Joel, what is it you got? Yeah, a banner. Decorations.”

He cocks an eyebrow and looks at you blankly.

You slowly nod, teeth pulling asparagus off your fork. “I can help.”

“She’ll be over in a bit, Joel. Alright. Alright. Bye, now.”

The phone is thrown onto the table with a clatter. Your dad silently resumes eating.

You clear your throat, trying to sound normal over something you feel very not normal about.

“You volunteerin’ me for things again? I thought we talked about this when you told Rita I’d fix up her flowerbeds for her.”

“Oh, we’re bringin’ up the past, are we?”

“Just sayin’,” you mutter, staring down at your lumpy potatoes.

“Wasn’t me, anyways. Joel asked for you specially this afternoon. Told him you were workin’, he said to ask you when you got back. Was his idea.”

Was it, now? That’s…interesting.

“What time’s he wanting me over?”

“Whenever. He’s in all night.”

Suddenly you’re not so hungry for overcooked chicken and not-mashed potatoes anymore.

You swallow down what you can – what’s edible, anyway – and head upstairs to get ready. Trying to act casual enough that your dad won’t sense your eagerness.

Sure, just grabbing my shoes. I just want the house to look nice for Sarah. It’s really her I’m thinking of. Okay, cool, see you, bye.

You throw a pair of sneakers on, check yourself once over in the mirror, and grab your keys.

“That was quick,” your dad remarks when you reach the bottom of the stairs. He’s still powering through his asparagus.

“Just…wanna get it done. For Sarah, y’know.”

He nods. “You lookin’ forward to havin’ her back? Your ol’ pal?”

“Sure. Alright, I’m off. Don’t wait up.”

You practically throw yourself out the front door before he can get another word in, striding over to your car. You’re thankful when the late sun hits you to only be in sweat shorts and a vest top; it may be seven in the evening, but the heat is still stifling.

You pull up in Joel’s drive and climb out, giving the neighborhood a quick scan as you walk over to the front door, trying not to skip. Being handed an excuse to spend a few hours alone with him in an empty house feels like winning the lottery, you’re a little embarrassed to admit.

Joel’s in the living room laying out the decorations he’s bought when you walk in. He’s wearing a denim shirt and white Rangers tee underneath, his regular old jeans on the bottom.

His Hello is comprised of a glance up, a lift of his eyebrows, and a quick scan over your body as you approach. You take a deep breath to dissipate the bubbling feeling in your stomach.

“So, you asked for me specially, huh?”

He nods. “It was either you or your dad, and his ass ain’t as nice to look at as yours.”

“Oh, nice. Glad to be of service. Looks good,” you muse, nodding downward.

The supplies are sprawled out over the coffee table between you both. A huge banner folded up; the beginning of the word Welcome visible. A few packets of multi-colored streamers, balloons, and other gold and silver colored stuff lay around it.

“Probably won’t use it all,” Joel says, sniffing. “Just wanted to give her a big welcome home.”

“All my dad did was pick me up at the airport,” you scoff.

Joel looks up, misses a beat, then says, “Well, your welcome home gift is me.”

“Ha. Good one. C’mon. Let’s get started.”

You task Joel with blowing up balloons while you balance along the back of his couch to tape streamers to the top of the walls. It’s a struggle, though, since Joel keeps tying balloons and hitting them over to you, aiming for your head. He titters to himself when your hair begins to go static.

“That funny to you?” you yell, whacking the fifth balloon out of your face.

“Yeah,” he chuckles back. “You should see your hair, kid.”

By the time the streamers are suspended from the ceiling, dancing in the breeze from the open windows, Joel’s out of breath and sweating.

“Hard fuckin’ work,” he mutters, taking off his shirt. He throws it onto the couch without looking, but still, you suspect he knows exactly what you’ll do.

With a sideward glance to him, you lean back and fish it from the couch, throwing it over yourself. There’s something intoxicating about wearing his clothes, smelling him all over yourself, feeling the warmth from his body. Joel knows it. When he glances over at you to see his shirt hanging off your shoulders, he smirks.

“I think we deserve a break,” he says, eyes lingering.

When he makes off for the kitchen, you throw yourself down on his couch, head falling back against the soft cushions.

He returns with two beers, handing one down to you before laying back beside you. Your shoulders rub against one another as you both take a swig.

“Your dad really didn’t do nothin’? When you got home?”

“I guess you could say he did the barbecue,” you reply, shrugging.

“The neighborhood barbecue, that everyone takes a turn at hostin’? The same one he had you out buyin’ steaks and soda for, two hours before it started?”

“I don’t need a welcome home party. I am the welcome home party.” Your middle finger meets your thumb and you give your wrist a shake in the air, and Joel laughs.

“You deserve one.”

“You wanna throw me one?”

“Can do. If you want.”

You smile in response.

A few moments of silence pass. Comfortable silence. You lie, temple resting against Joel’s shoulder, listening to the trees in his back yard rustle, the birds singing. Peaceful, tranquil. Content.

You like talking with Joel. You like when he’s doing other stuff to you, sure, but you like just being around him. It’s different to spending time with anyone else his age. They all want to ask about your future, your career, are you dating anyone?

Joel just lets you be. Doesn’t push nothin’, doesn’t make you worry. Just wants to make you feel good.

Both mentally and physically, of course.

“Heard any more from Arthur Kennedy?” you ask, more just to hear his voice again than anything. You’re kinda worried he’s falling asleep over there.

Joel takes a deep breath, starts playing with the label on his beer bottle. “Nope,” he says, taking a quick sip, “and don’t wanna.”

“What is it with him, anyways? Why is he the way he is?”

“Just a dirtbag of a man. You get ‘em, y’know? Ain’t none of us really like him. I was pissed at your dad for askin’ him the other day.”

“What does he say at Frank’s? What kinda talk does he give?”

Joel shakes his head like he doesn’t even want to open his mouth. When you nudge him, he clears his throat and then speaks.

“Just all this, ‘I bagged this chick last week’, ‘I was messin’ ‘round with this little beauty’… ‘Tighter ‘n a’ this, ‘Wetter ‘n a’ that. We all know he’s just talkin’ load. The man’s too old to even get an erection anymore.”

You snort. “I bet I could run rings around ‘im, if I ever caught him talking like that.”

Joel half laughs, but it falls apart when his tone gets quietly serious again.

“Just…do me a favor, and stay away from him,” he says in a soft voice. “You’d have me up all night if I thought him ‘n his sleazy hands were anywhere near you.”

He turns his head to lean his jaw on your hair. You think over what he just said. The thought of Joel, awake all night with worry about some sleazeball being within a four-house radius of you makes your stomach flutter.

The idea of him being worried about you. The thought of what he’d do if he ever caught wind Arthur Kennedy had even so much as looked at you twice.

Before your stomach lurches out of your throat with the butterflies soaring around it, you decide to cut the moment short.

“Where’s the banner goin’?” You lean forward, placing your beer on the coffee table and taking hold of the sign.

“Was thinkin’ on that wall,” Joel nods to the wall across from the living room door, “so it’s the first thing she sees when she comes in.”

“Uhuh,” you reply, nodding.

“C’mere,” he says, standing up. “Climb on.”

“Climb on what?”

“My shoulders. I can’t reach all the way up there, what with the TV in the way and all.”

“You’re, like, six feet.”

“It’s a big banner,” he grumbles, kneeling to let you swing your legs over his shoulders. “C’mon. Up.”

“Pfft, okay, old man.”

“Old–? Did you just–? That’s not even funny.”

Joel straightens up and you clutch your stomach with laughter.

“Will you just get on, baby?”

“Alright, alright. Stay still.”

You carefully mount his shoulders and his steady hands wrap around your knees, holding you in place. You wobble as he straightens his legs, lifting you so high your head brushes off the ceiling.

“Alright, be careful. No sudden movements.”

“Right here?” you ask, positioning it.

“Little to the left,” he groans, craning his neck to see. “Right there, that’s it.”

You push the pin through the banner and into the wall, releasing your breath once it’s secured. Joel slowly shuffles over to the other side where you line it up and do the same there.

Once all four corners are in place, he steps back, your legs still wrapped over his neck, and you both admire your teamwork. Joel’s thumbs are gently rubbing your thighs.

“Looks good, huh?”

“Mhm,” you reply. “Anything else to go up?”

“Nah. That’ll do.”

“You just keepin’ me up here for company, then?” you ask, leaning over to look at his face.

He looks back up at you and snorts. “Sorry, darlin’.”

Joel slowly makes over to the couch and bends a little, letting you dismount him to stand on the leather cushion. You’re only slightly taller than him, even standing on his furniture.

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, scanning from your lips down to your chest, curtained by his shirt, then over your stomach and down your legs. You know that look. You’ve seen it enough by now. It means…

“What’s next?” you innocently ask, and his eyes snap back up to your face.

Instead of answering, he steps forward, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you against him. His chin tilts up and you smile as you dip your head, connecting your lips.

You immediately deepen the kiss, feeling Joel’s hunger, and satiating your own, too. Your arms drape over his shoulders, relaxing as his form holds you, allowing you to fold into him.

His arms take a grip of you as he bends at the waist, lowering you both down onto the couch, laughing against each other’s lips. He pulls your thighs apart to lean his hips between yours.

His hands begin exploring your body, feeling from your hips over your breasts, making you moan into the kiss, and settle on the collar of his shirt, pushing the sleeves down your shoulders to remove it. In return, your fingers find the hem of his tee and pull it up over his midriff, hunger growing with each hot second that passes.

He leans back, giving you room to whip the shirt over his head, before his naked torso is back on you. His fingers then dance along the waistband of your shorts, untying them whilst his other hand plays at the hem of your vest.

Your shorts lying loose on your hips, he peels your top off of your body, and your shoulders lift to let it over your head. Joel takes the opportunity while your back is off the couch to unclip your bra, throwing the article to the floor.

“Nice,” you whisper into his mouth, and he chuckles in response.

His bare chest, decorated lightly with dark brown hair, is against yours; his lips move to your neck, biting another mark into the sensitive skin. Your head tilts back and you let out a moan, wanting more, but Joel’s taking his time. He’s making every second count.

You buck your hips against his and he lifts his head, giving you a knowing smirk and obeying your silent request. He begins making his way down, not forgetting to stop off by your tits and run his tongue over your nipples.

Your hands find home in his hair and your back arches some as he caresses the hardened buds, lips forming an O shape to suck on one while tending to the other with his thumb and index finger.

When you whine and your hips lift a second time, he moves across your tummy and toward your lowering shorts.

Eyes glazed with lust, you watch as he yanks them down, your panties the only thing separating you from him now. You hear your shorts hit the floor when he drops them, and places a wet kiss over your clothed cunt.

“Joel,” you moan, head falling back against the cushion. He’s driving you fucking insane.

“Mhm,” he murmurs, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.”

You writhe under his touch; he’s so close, and yet so far.

“Your tongue,” you whimper.

“Huh? Can’t hear you over your moanin’, pretty girl.”

“Fuck– Need your fucking tongue,” you say as clearly as you can, still whining some.

“Good girl.”

He uncovers your soaking cunt and tears – literally, tears – your panties off of your body, balling them up in a tight fist. You gasp, both delighted and relieved, watching him discard the ripped fabric by his side.

Neither of you give a fuck. You’re desperate to feel each other, be on each other, be in each other.

He dips his head to your sex, and drags a long stripe up to your clit, collecting your juices on his tongue as he does. His tongue runs between your folds, swirling around, licking and threatening to dip further, before he lifts away again.

You let out a long moan, hands still tugging at his hair, attempting to push his head harder on your pussy. He doesn’t budge.

“Patience, baby,” he’s whispering, lowering his chin again to place his soft lips against your swollen clit.

He knows what he’s fucking doing – teasing you and making you wait like this. He wants it to build, really build, before you cum. He’s not cutting any corners.

His lips center over your bud, tongue tapping against it as he sucks, and brings his fingers up to sift through your folds. Your cunt aches for him; your hips find rhythm against his mouth as you fuck yourself off of him, and he lets you.

Feeling how wet you are, he plunges two long, curved fingers into your pussy, and your back, sticky with sweat, peels off of the couch for the second time.

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasp, feeling the stretch of his fingers inside you.

He hums against you, the vibrations of his deep voice pleasuring you more. He’s loving it as much as you are; tasting you, hearing you, breathing all of it in like it’s fresh air to his lungs.

Your breathing begins to falter, your chest rising and falling, your entire body ignited by his touch. You’re panting his name over and over, whining every time his fingers hit the spongey walls of your cunt.

He’s so fucking good at this.

He removes his fingers and replaces them with his lips, mouth planted firmly against your pussy. You widen your legs and he pushes down on your thighs, keeping them apart to make room for his jaw against your core, tongue licking between your folds again.

“Tongue,” you remind him.

“I hear ya,” he mumbles, and opens his lips.

His wet tongue slips into your cunt like it’s made to be there. You screw your eyes shut, pushing your upper back into the couch to lift your ass to him. His top lip cups around your clit as he eats you out, moans strumming against your sex, tongue exploring your wet hole.

“I’m close,” you whisper, and he removes his lips for two seconds to tell you to “Keep goin’, baby.”

“Doin’ so well for me,” he laps at your juices, “taste so fucking good, beautiful.”

He inserts his fingers again to bring you nearer your climax, and your mind starts to blank. You know what’s coming.

You can’t even form the shape of his name with your mouth as you draw nearer and nearer to your high; all you can focus on is the feeling of his hand fucking you, pumping in and out of your tight pussy, the way his tongue soaks your clit, the rutting of your hips all over his face.

It’s so fucking filthy, and so fucking good.

When Joel’s voice breaks through the fog in your brain, telling you to “Let go, baby, I’m here,” you obey him.

The edges of the room start to bleed white as your body lifts, fingers gripping onto Joel’s hair, hips digging further into the cushion.

It’s only ten o’clock; for all you know, Joel’s neighbors might be out in their backyard enjoying the warm night breeze. Do you care? Fuck no. You cry his name loud enough that the whole street might hear.

He coaxes you through it, drinking in your orgasm, moaning when your walls lock around his fingers and you cover his tongue in your sweet wet.

He slips his soaked fingers from your core and you whine at the loss; Joel makes up for it by gently massaging your aching clit as you come down, spreading your cum all over you.

“That’s it, baby, did so good. That felt good, huh?”

Still coming to, you don’t reply; you feel his weight back on top of yours, his safe arms wrapping around your shoulders.

“’s okay, darlin’,” he coos as your sight starts to return. He peppers your neck with gentle, wet kisses, bringing you back to earth.

Before even you realize it, your fingers are grasping at his jeans, blindly trying to undo the button and zipper. Joel laughs, lifting his hips to give you better access.

You giggle, loosening them and hauling them past his hips, and he sits up to drag them down his legs and shove them off near your shorts.

“What now, sweet girl?”

Your voice is low, serious. Barely above a whisper.

“Fuck me.”

He almost looks taken aback. As if he never thought he’d hear those words escape your lips. Like he’d been pushing you, further and further, expecting you to always hold back, always bounce back from the edge.

And here you are, clutching his arms and hauling him over with you.

It’s where this was headed anyway, wasn’t it? You’ve fucked around with Joel three times now, and none of your clothes have ever made it off your bodies. This is a first.

You’ve never had an empty house plus the time and space to really do it. Always someone about to walk in, or someone waiting for one of you. When, if not right this fucking second?

“I want,” you breathe, fingers now taking hold of the waistband of his black boxers, “you,” you slip them down, “inside me,” exposing the base of his hard cock, “right now.”

Joel’s eyes darken just as his huge cock bounces free from his underwear.

He’s watching your lips breathe out the words like it’s all he ever wanted to hear, all he’s thought about since that first night with your hands on his thighs, looking up at him so innocently.

Just waiting to be fucking ruined by him.

You slur the words again. “F-fuck me.”

“Yeah? ‘s that what you want?”

“Mhm.”

He’s kneeling over you now, helping you tug the underwear down his legs, precum-coated tip of his cock drawing circles on your stomach.

When he’s fully naked, he presses his body against yours, speaking to you between hot, wet kisses.

“You sure you can take it, pretty girl?”

“I’m sure,” you reply, lust taking over any remnants of your orgasm. Just fucking fuck me.

Joel’s hips raise, and he looks down to guide his cock to your hole. You bring your knees up, positioning them just under his biceps.

“Good,” he mumbles under his breath.

You’re so wet that when he runs his shaft through your folds, slicking himself up, his tip kisses the entrance of your cunt, drawing a gasp from you and a growl from Joel. You’re desperate for him to just slide in, make himself at home where he belongs, between your hips.

And when he does, it’s fucking euphoric.

He’s big. You knew this already. But feeling him inside you is different.

He pushes in halfway first, letting you get used to him.

“Okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod; your voice catches in your throat as he falls out of you, just to thrust in again and let his cock dive through your soaked, swollen folds straight into your warm cunt.

He’s so big that when he bottoms out inside you for the first time, your mouth falls open wordlessly, and your brain shuts down for a few minutes. Nothing but the feeling of him slipping in and out of your cunt slowly, fucking you dumb.

When he knows you can take him, he picks up the pace, dragging his hips back and forth against yours, filling you up until his tip kisses the edge of your cervix, and pulling out until he’s between your folds again.

You’re holding onto his shoulders like you’re hanging off a cliff edge. The feeling of his hot skin under your arms is the only thing keeping you grounded right now; the pressure between your legs with each thrust of his huge cock threatening to pull you off the edge of the abyss.

When his voice breathes in your ear between his groans, you snap back to reality. Thighs burning, nails scratching, pussy throbbing reality.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Let me hear you, pretty girl, tell me how good it feels.”

He’s going faster still, balls smacking against your ass every time he bottoms out, sighs and whimpers passing your lips.

You whine his name, telling him, “Harder,” and he obliges, hips snapping ever stronger. His pubic bone grinds against your clit as he thrusts, the pressure spreading spots of pure bliss across your vision.

You look down to where your bodies connect, mesmerized by the sight of his cock pumping in and out of you. It turns you on even more.

“We look good, huh?” his voice lulls from above, and you look back up to find him watching you.

He dips his head and kisses you, and you start to near your second high.

“Joel,” you mewl, the feeling so good you can’t even form the words to tell him.

He knows, anyway.

“So good, baby,” he’s panting, sweaty forehead leaning against yours, “gonna cum all over me again?”

You nod, eyes screwing shut. He’s fucking you so good you’re barely remembering to breathe.

“Let go, darlin’, let me hear you,” he whispers, and you fold.

Joel bites into the crook of your neck and lets out a loud groan as he feels your pussy clamp around him. He fucks you through it, only slowing for a few seconds to let it wash over you, then picks the pace straight back up when you quieten and your breathing calms.

You’re so fucking overstimulated, but he’s not done, and you know what he wants. You want something, too. Maybe you two could work together.

“Joel?”

“Mhm?” He’s gone quiet, chasing his own high. You hear his breathing stammer when you say it.

“Want you to do it from behind.”

“Beh–” He’s almost gasping for breath, but when he understands what you mean, he wastes no time.

Wordlessly, he loosens his grip on you and pushes himself up, dick slipping out. You moan at the feeling of emptiness as it pulls out of you.

He gives you space to turn over, helping you move further up the couch with steady hands on your hips. When you settle, he lifts your ass up.

“Not gonna last long, baby,” he tells you, and you nod. Your right ear lies flat, sweat sticking you to the leather, hands splayed out above your head gripping the cushions.

You feel him line up again, his thighs against yours. Your breathing jilts as his head pushes in, followed by his shaft, filling you up, deeper and deeper until his balls kiss your clit.

You let a deep moan pass your lips. Joel groans, hips leaving your ass, only to smack into them again as he fucks you even deeper from this position.

He’s stretching you out more than you thought possible, cock spearing into you, tears swelling across your half-shut eyes. The feeling, the pain, too good to ask him to stop, but so overwhelming you can feel every thought, every instinct, every other feeling, leave your body with every thrust.

Joel’s all you know. He’s all you want to know.

Your legs start to give, and he places his rough hands on your waist to hold you up, pumping in and out of you at a punishing pace.

“Joel…” you whine.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m there, too.”

You feel his weight pushing on the back of your thighs and open your eyes to see him leaning over you, hands placed either side of your head. You lace your fingers with his and let him fuck you, totally mindless to everything around you except for the man at your ass, pummeling his dick inside you so deep your cunt is aching.

It pushes you over the edge.

Your walls squeeze his dick, threatening to pull him over with you. Your vision blanks for the third time tonight; what energy you have left is poured into the filthy cry which escapes your lips as Joel’s hard cock splits you open.

“So tight, baby, good fuckin’ girl.”

Joel begins to falter, his thrusts become sloppy, and he pushes your ass off of him so not to finish inside you. You kinda feel disappointed, wishing he’d just stay inside and fill you to the brim with his cum.

Joel gives himself a couple more strokes before you feel his seed coat your ass, warm, dripping down the small of your back and the underside of your thighs.

You moan at the feeling of him spilling all over you, the grunts he lets slip as his orgasm washes over him. You smile dumbly at the thought that you’re the one doing this to him; you’re the one covered in his cum. You’re his, even if it’s only in this moment.

He’s panting behind you. He almost collapses on top of your back, propping himself on his elbows to keep some of his weight off.

He gently leans down and nuzzles his nose against your ear, eliciting a quiet giggle from you.

“You okay?” he breathes.

You nod. “Better than okay.”

“You sore?”

“A little.”

“Baby…” he coos, and pushes himself up.

You sigh as his weight leaves you, and you hear his footsteps pad into the kitchen. You stay put, in part to keep from staining Joel’s couch with…well, Joel, but mostly because you’re too fucked-out to even move. Too fucked to feel your thighs, your back, never mind between your legs.

Joel returns with paper towel, and softly wipes from your back to your thighs, cleaning up his mess. He massages your muscles as he goes, and your eyes shut over with the sweet feeling.

When he’s done, he rolls you over and takes hold of your ankle, pulling you down the leather to his grasp, where he puts his tee over your head and helps you feed your arms through the sleeves. The Rangers logo sits just below your chest.

He pulls his boxers back on, before taking your outstretched arms and scooping you up in his. Your head falls limp in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

He carries you, completely dazed and fucked, out of the living room and upstairs. He makes a right at the top, down the dim hallway, past the same closet he went down on you in just two days ago, toward a door at the end. He knocks it open and takes you through.

Even in your half-sleeping state, you know exactly where you are. You’re in Joel’s bedroom.

You’ve been in here before, maybe only a couple times, when Sarah’s needed something or you’ve accompanied your dad to help repair something for Joel, but it feels different now.

It’s dark, the sun almost set on the other side of the house and the streetlights’ glow a burning orange right above Joel’s headboard.

He carries you over to the left side of the bed and lays you down in his soft sheets. He tucks you under the comforter and bends to place a long, tender kiss on top of your head.

You begin to swim in and out of sleep, waking to find him folding your clothes into a neat pile by the bedside, then again to watch him set a glass of water on the nightstand.

Your eyes are glued shut with exhaustion when you feel him lift the duvet behind you and slip in, taking your waist under his forearm and pulling you flush against his frame.

You listen to the faint sound of a cell phone dialing, and then hear his voice; soft, hushed, but still normal Joel.

“Hey, man. Yeah, no, everything’s fine. We were pretty late finishin’ up with these decorations, and then The Shining was on TV, so we stayed up to watch it. She’s pretty exhausted. I let her take Sarah’s room, I hope that’s okay?”

Your dad’s voice is faint down the line as you begin to drop off in Joel’s arms.

“Sure thing, thanks, Joel. You kick her out first thing, you hear? Don’t want her holdin’ you up for gettin’ Sarah.”

When you hear him slide his cell back onto his nightstand, you mumble something incoherent into his arm.

“What, darlin’?” Joel asks, head lifting to hear you better.

“I said, great welcome home party. Thanks.”

His lips press lightly on your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. Whatever it is he says, you don’t hear it, already long gone to a deep, comfortable sleep.

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hey! i know you said you would be up for doing some more bg3 mod recs, and im having trouble finding what cool outfits i want to put my gang in. do you have any armour/outfit mods?

in return i offer my current favourite mod: Boring Dyes by HeartsWires 💗

Yes, Yes I do. And that's actually one of my favorite dye mods too!!!!!!!! (editing Lacey here, I forgot to add a title to this)

While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.

Dressing my crew up in silly little outfits is like 60% of my game playtime. 10% of it is spent making us all the same color scheme.

I do wanna give you a heads up and let you know a lot of outfit mods are made with Bodies 1 and 2 of the Elven/Human/Tiefling races in mind. I will have it listed which Body types are supported if the mod author also lists it. If the list is too long I'll direct you to the page.

Welcome to my Baldur's Gate 3 Mod list on How to Dress for Success (or in my case, for bed most of the time)

Gonna start with Mods made for individual characters, then move on to outfit packs. Any Mods that feature NSFW option will have a little disclaimer at the end in.......... lets say purple this time. And if it can be found in the tutorial chest mod it'll be listed in orange, for contrast... ya its all comin up milhouse

Alot of these outfit mods can either be purchased from vendors found around Faerun, or can be found in the Tutorial Chest Summoning. This Mod allows you to summon the Cartilaginous chest found in the tutorial level, and mods that support this will be available in said chest during the tutorial, or can be summoned later in game.

Individual Character Outfit Packs:

These Mods were made with a specific character in mind and are themed around them.

Astarion's Gear

Vampire and Rogue themed gear made for Astarion so it's only avaibnle for Male Body 2. Features both Armor and Camp Clothing. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Gale Concept Art Armor

From the mod page "Adds Gale an armor set based on one of his concepts from the official art book. Visuals work only for default body type 2.". This mod features a flashier Suit jacket armor set and camp clothing for Gale. I also want to recommend Unique Starter Robes for Gale and Camp Robes for Gale, they're far less flashy and more in line with his original armor, but offer a nice change. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Halsin Barer Clothes

I'm just gonna put the description here... "Custom made armor/camp clothes specifically made for Halsin and his body type to show his gifts from Nature. Comes in Autumn colors too."Main mod is only made to fit halsin, so Body Type 4 will work. Camp Clothing option. This mod is made to fit the main 4 Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Bundle Packs:

This Mods feature a large variety of outfits either made for a specific body type or for a variety of body type.

Basket Full of Equipment

This Mod contains a huge variety of in game outfits and some edited one. When I say Huge variety, it has over 800 pieces of armor and equipment in it. Has options for every Body Type, some options are race/gender/size restricted. Comes with NSFW, Underwear to Underwear Slot converter, and Camp Clothing Converter. NSFW options, can be found in the tutorial Chest. Features Cheat Items.

Scantily Camp Outfit

This mod features a variety of edited outfits to make themore... revealing. I like pairing this one with one of the modular outfit mods. I'm not here for cheeks out, but i do like some of the cool variants. This mod is mostly available for Femme Body Types but does come with some Male Body 2 options. Heads up, I do infarct fuckin hate the shoes. They're High Heels and not even sturdy lookin ones. But puttin Shadowheart in the withers outfit is worth imo. NSFW options, Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Proof it works on men (I'll never do an ID again):

This was a happy accident (I laughed really hard when i saw him at camp)

Vsetments of the Faithful (Bane Bhaal Myrkul Ilmater Leira Milil Mystra Raven Queen Selune Shar Silvanus)

This mod pack contains armor from the Vanilla assets of the game, giving you access to all Deity based equipment. Suitable for most body type, each set has its own exception. Youi can download this as a mega set of all deities, or pick and choose. Can be found in the Tutorial chest.

Citizens Outfits as Camp Clothes

This mod features outfits you see NPCs wearing in Baldur's Gate (uh the city) and is compatible with All Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Fancy Camp Clothes

This Mod is mostly for Body type 1 with a few options also fitting Body Type 2 and features custom outfits with more of a noble vibe to them. The night song outfit in the pack is super nice looking and is so good for Shadowheart. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Extra Gear

This Mod features a wide variety of armor and clothing (for armor slot) for a variety of Body Types, I recommend checking out the mod page for what goes where. Themes available for all classes.This creator has a Camp Clothing Converter, made the Fancy Camp Clothes mod, and has Paladin and Cleric Gear and More Mage Gear available as well. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Features Cheat Items.

Witcher Gear

This is actually going to be a collection of mods based on the Witcher series outfits. I don't play these games, but I love the outfits. Witcher 3 Armor (Keira Ciri Yennefer Margarita) features gear from the listed characters only for Body 1 NSFW Options, can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Yennefer's Wardrobe outfits from the mentioned character for all Body Types. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. Triss's Wardrobe Outfits based on the mentioned character for all Body Types, can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Once again here's Astarion in a silly outfit, I treat him like a princess, leave me alone. (I'll be listing my outfit in the misc section see Nymph Outfit)

Mystical Fashions

12 Outfits for bodytype2 Elf/Drow/Half-Elf/Tiefling/Human. Armor and camp clothes abailable, these are Vanilla outfits edited to have a more Roguish appearence. Featuring fur trims and feathers. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Modular Pieces:

These are Mods that feature outfit pieces that can be equipped in the head/cloak/shoe slots to create a different look. Some of these mods will result in clipping.

Modular Equipment

This Mod provides pieces of armor to layer over your outfits.It only supports Body 1 Humans, Elves, Drow, and Half-Elves/ Tieflings are partially supported. Most items come with Both armor and camp clothing options. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Modular Skirts

This mod comes with a variety of skirts clipped from other outfits made to layer over yours. Each skirt currently supports different Body Types so be sure to check the mod page to see what works for who. I personally use the Jaheira skirt a lot. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest

Modular Pants and Skirts

This Mod features 14 Pants and Skirts ripped from in game outfits for you to layer over existing sets. Compatible with Most Body Types. Comes with a backpack for both Cloak and Head slots. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Accessory Mods!

These Mods add in small accessories to finish off your outfits like; Necklaces, Hats, Cloaks, Glasses, and more. Many of these mods are placed in the Head or Cloak slots.

Box of Necklaces

Exactly what it sounds like. Adds a little extra sparkle to your characters! Available in both Head and Cloaks Slots. Works for everyone. Not dyable. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Tav's Hairpin Box

Adds a variety of small hair pins for the Head slot. Has slight clipping with some hairstyles, it was made to pair with Bruenor Braids. Mostly for Body 1 compatible with some Githyanki. Can be found in the Tutorial Box.

Faerunian Carnival

A collection of Carnival Masks to your game. These maks are mostly made for Humanoid characters, some Githyanki work has been done but there is some positioning issues. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Miscellaneous Mods

These mods only add a single outfit, item, or accessory to the game.

Trilli Bumbleroot 's backpack

This mod features a set of armor, accessories, and camp clothing strictly for gnomes Body type 1. The set is nature elements and comes with 2 dyes. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Nymph's Outfit

Long Flowy Robes suitable for all Bodies and Races. Comes in Both Camp Clothing and Armor. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest. NSFW-ish?

Mushroom Hat

Its a hat! And it looks like a mushroom! And it glows! I have it right now but I don't have a character I think it'll suit..... Thinkin about puttin it on Minthara. Its is a blue mushroom ripped stright from the underdark's assets. It comes in Pink and Blue glow. Can be found in the Tutorial Chest.

Triss Dlc Gown for Mystra

It's the previous Mod from the Witcher section, but slapped it on Mystra. Her outfit sucks, she sucks, this is better lmao

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII think I should go ahead and post this for now before it get... too long, but i will be updating this post if any of these mods have updates, or I find something new and interesting!

If you have any specifics you'd like me to find and add on let me know!

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics !!

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Oh i see now, you're a Hunter main, aren't ya?? Don't get me wrong, Hunter's are nice and all, and i love your little headcanons for Hunters and Warlocks, but I am soooo waiting for your Titans stuff!

hehe yeah i've been a hunter main since the taken king gave us nightstalker so sorry i am extremely biased 💀💀💀 titans are comin soon im just trying to find more lore that gives me more of a class identity before i make anything concrete just cause i like to be canon compliant when i can :p

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3000-200-grains-of-salt · 1 year

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i ramble a lot be warned <33

"if you woke and i was gone"

jes' sumthin short, sweet, and angsty for @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown 's hels to pay au :] im known for fluff but i wanted to cry for a change i guess </3

bigger better things comin! <33 but i literally just got back from a 6 day thing ereyesterday w/no drawing time and in actually 7 hours i have to wake up to get on an airplane and have not slept yet. lmao. im gonna see the crane wives in chicago literal core memory abt to be made, ill keep ya posted otherwise.

also my vaforite crane wives song????? in the HashTag official pathbubs playlist???????? and also the songs i used for art titles???????? i am crying thbak you!!!!!!!!! <33333

and i dont say it enough, but thank you to wveryone for supporting me! every reblog helps and even a lil' like helps me microdose serotonin!

and thank you specifically to lunar n aqua for being so incredibly kind and leaving like an entire Paragraph of tags on each of my arts.!!!?.?!!?!! every time i see your guyses names in my notifs i get so incredibly happy and its not even funny because one day we're all gonna be 80 yrs old and still in the hermitcraft fandom and ill have a heart attack and die becuase i was so overjoyed to see that you liked my pieces!!!!!!!!!! genuinely yall have been a main reason why i create art in recent days, you both are so skilled in each of your respective crafts its amazing iand you dont get it wnough!!!!!!!!! my """little""" deranged series of pathbubs works has made me see a Significant improvement in drawing heads in 3d spaces! (cough cough its all th e kissing poses cough hm what was i sayin) and anatomy in general! ive gained such an understanding of the hesd in 3d, the way it attatches to the neck+torso and im feeling good about my art and like im actually improving and its because of two people and their names are lunarcrown and aquaquadrant seriously i cant thank you enough for just being here and doing what you do whether it be breathing life into empty canvases or creating whole universes in that squishy grey lump of sauce you keep in your skull or somehow making me cry because of a buhnch of squiggly lines and aeird symbols smushed together that i somehow understand?????? by using my own grey slab of meat????????????!!!!!!!!!!! just!!! wow!!!!!!!! i need to take a minute or twelve to go like bake bread and look at the stars and stuff and appreciate human life and the universe and maybe think about the mars opportunity robot

anyways. the POINT is. ...i lobve these gay idiots and the two incredible people who made them. love yall nd see you in a week <3

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theoceantot · 5 months

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Chapter 4

Fast forward a couple weeks and Perse was adjusting really well to her new living conditions. Tim and Dick were here brothers and Barbara was a mother figure to her. Brushing her hair, feeding her, and just all in all spending time with her. Barbara was definitely her main babysitter when Bruce was busy with work and being batman. Barbara would be talking to him on coms while you were in your play pen playing with toys or napping.

"Papa I here!" Perse yells from her play pen so he can hear her

"Baby, he can't respond to you right now he's beating up bad guys"

"Oh otay" Perse sadly said and went back to playing with her stuffed animals. Lately her papa hasn't been spending a lot of time with her. Always busy with something. And now he was transporting Joker to arkham asylum. again. Now she was just waiting for him to get home so she can get some much needed attention. Dick was swimming in the indoor pool with her while she was sitting on top of the water something she recently figured out she could do.

"Perse, is everything okay? you're not playing with me like you usually do" Dick asked with worry and held her in his arms bouncing Perse a bit since that usually calmed her down. Not today though. She broke away from Dicks arms and swam underwater to the bottom corner of the pool which was 8ft deep. Somewhere she was NOT allowed to swim while little. Perse didn't need to come up for air either since she could breathe underwater and she didn't float up either she she could just sit in the corner and pout.

Dick got out of the pool to find Tim and Alfred since he didn't know how to deal with tantrums.

"I'd say a timeout is in order Master Dick" Alfred declared.

"Are we sure we need to do that?" Tim asked not fully agreeing with the idea.

"How about we just ask her to come out? Im sure she just forgot she wasn't supposed to go over there.

"Sweetie, you cant be on that side of the pool you need to come out now okay?" Tim asked nicely.

"No"

"What do you mean no?"

"NO COMIN OUT"

"Well that worked buddy" Dick laughed.

"Ms Perse if you don't come out im going to inform your papa of this misbehavior" Alfred demanded

Perse didn't want papa to be mad at her so she swam up and Tim pulled her out of the pool wrapping her in a towel. Alfred leads her into the corner where she stares at the wall disappointed in herself.

'What are they gonna do to me? Make me eat tomatoes? Slam the doors? Poke me with needles?'

Dick watched Perse begin to shake and start crying hitting her head against the wall. He quickly ran over and held her close.

"NO I NO WANNA NOT AGAIN"

Perse was obviously having some sort of flashback.

Dick tried to get closer but all she did was scream, scared that he was gonna hurt her like those awful people did to her. Instead they gave her a few minutes to calm herself letting Perse figure out they weren't gonna hurt her. She calmed down and stood up slowly wobbling as she walked over to Dick.

"S-sorry"

"Princess, it was only a time out why were you so scared?"

"Da tomatoes and da shots it hurt me"

"Tomatoes?" Tim questioned

"They gross they make me eat them"

Nobody wanted to question her anymore not wanting to make her break down again. They could ask another time.

"And we forgive you honey" Dick said and picked Perse up holding her close before Tim carries her back to her nursery where he tucks Perse in her crib and turns out the light.

Everyone watches the tv as Batman is about to fight a titan affected Joker. All were watching intently praying he would be victorious again.

"Ya know bats I never struck you for the type that would take in a girl who sliced up my boys like lunch meat" Joker taunted as tried hitting Batman who quickly dodged. Joker knew about Perse. That wasn't good. Now there's a chance he could target her to get to him. He wasn't gonna let Joker hurt her. Not a chance. Batman ended up defeating Joker hoping this time would be the last but of course its never that easy with him. He would be back but for now it was over.

When he got back to the batcave everyone congratulated him. Dick was the one who had to break the news that Perse had a tantrum but they were all more concerned of just how terrified she was that they were gonna hurt her. Batman decided that tomorrow he would try to figure out who she really was and where she came from but for now all he wanted to do was see her. He stood over her crib and watched Perse sleep peacefully.

Perse wakes up next morning and doesn't feel small anymore.

'Im still so tired but I need to find Bruce and tell him everything'

I get out of my crib and slip on a pink dress with black polka dots with black heels. I've never had good clothes like this so I feel insanely confident. Bruce must have heard me on the baby monitor because I heard him coming up the stairs and opening the door. He must have been suprised to see me out of my headspace because his eyes widened a bit.

"Hello Sir" I greeted looking at the ground.

"Good morning Perse. And theres no need to call me Sir just Bruce is fine or whatever you're comfortable with"

I nodded and slowly looked up at him.

"I know you want answers from me and i'll tell you what I know"

I started from the beginning. How I was an orphan that was abused by everyone until I ran away and was experimented on. I also explained my trauma with tomatoes and needles.

"Im not used to talking this much. I wasn't allowed to talk for years which I guess I didn't care too much about since I never really talked anyway"

"I see. Thank you for telling me this im sure this wasn't easy for you. Just know that all of us are here for you and if you want I can train you to become a hero like us but thats up to you"

"I don't want anyone to go what I went through so fuck it im in"

#fandom agere #little space #agere #agerereader #little!reader #age regression #batman agere #age regressor #agere caregiver #agere reader

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 11 months

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OUGH OK HI

this is kind of mostly for @chases-main-blog because you're probably the only one besides toff who'll read this but everyone's welcome xx its abt my ocs and just newsies in general btw babes so if you aint interested dont read it

ok so i got back from an airshow in my city (yes yes i know government propaganda galore, planes are cool ok) because my dad was in the air force for twenty-odd years and is a huge nerd, which he has passed on to me and my brother slightly

my point being!!

the entire tme i was thinking of. uh. basically a top gun au. of newsies. OK BUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTTT

(im gonna use some terms that if you didnt basically grow up on an air base like i did you might not understand but bear w me ok)so you need to trust your squadron with your life, right? what do the boroughs do? exactly. and they have callsigns in the AF (not sure abt any other branches, lmk if you have that info but i dont think they get callsigns hah boring losers >:P) WHAT DO THE NEWSIES HAVE??? STUPID NICKNAMES THAT DONT REALLY MAKE SENSE!!! DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN!!!!

so consider

theres no war because i say so and theye all just goofing off on base as all the different squadrons (OHGOHGOHOOHO BROOKLYN WOULD SO BE HELICOPTERS OMGGGG) and they just have a jolly old time until they get this super important super top secret mission where they all have to work together and it would be so cool

ok wait now i gotta

manhattan-F-16s, little guys that go NYOOOOM n shoot stuff

brooklyn-HH-60G pave hawks, theyre big helicopters, search n rescue (hey manhattan the calvary's comin WHO) and pararescue but they also have turrets i think and obvi everyone on board is armed so theyre like super cool

queens-A-10s cus they get to blow stuff up but theyre really slow so pick your poison, i think they'd do A-10s in the field and hang back to train on the T-38s but i know queensies would love A-10s cus they have a rotating gun on the front that shoots super fast and is just an all around cool plane ALTERATIVELY they would also be F-16s because go nyoom shoot stuff

bronx-T-38s, trainers for the big jets and only used sparingly (sorry bronx xx) i think they'd be ground control as well

harlem-C-5 galaxy, MASSIVE jet used for transportation of troops and cargo n planes n stuff and when i say massive i mean m a s s i v e like they drive wholeass tanks and jets n stuff in there, and the nose swings up aswell as the back hatch so you can just. drive straight through this giant plane, its so cool

long island-F-35 theyre pretty fast and can go pretty high so all around a good jet, not much else to say

can you tell i basically lived on base until i was like eight?

ive had a scene for if i actually wrote this stuck in my head all day abt eel n shoe and i just ughhhh ok now i have to write it but i'm gonna put a read more so if you dont want to read it you dont have to xx

a crackle and a ding came over the intercom, soft breathing following. "heya harv, it's just me n' you right now." eel rasped. harvey swallowed, bile threatening to rise in his throat.

"no no no, please-" another burst of static in his ear. "hey this is monkey to shoe, are you ok? i know-ah shit!-sorry, there's a lot goin' on, but no one was talking to ya before-?" monkey trailed off, waiting for shoe's answer. he blinked back the tears he knew were going to come, tilting his throttle up to get him higher. "i-uh, it's- it's fine, i-"

"harvey, i ain't got a lot of time, i ne-i need you to listen." eel's voice wavered, but it was still strong in harvey's ear. he nodded. "m' listenin'."

"monkey to shoe again, are-" "gimme a second, blake?" shoe snapped, maneuvering around the sky as projectiles screamed past him, missing him by mere meters. using the first name in the field was a big no-no, but it made monkey shut up, though shoe could hear him over the comms talking to the other pilots, asking if they had heard shoe as well.

his comms were messed up, he realized; he was supposed to be on a private channel with eel, and it had glitched and made it so only he could hear eel, but the entire squadron-and everyone on the ground, he thought-could hear him.

he drew in a shaky breath. "i'm here, zeke. talk to me."

eel chuckled dryly. "don't go all top gun on me, you'se the one makin it out of here."

harvey's heart seemed to stop, the air around him seeming to compress in and choke him.

"what?"

eel sighed and sniffed, the shuffling from his end telling shoe he was moving his helmet around, wiping tears. "harvey, my engine's blown and we're on enemy territory. i'm miles away from everyone else on orders from boss, it was s'posed to be a sneak attack but they got to you faster than cowboy thought-" "no, do not say what-" harvey interrupted. "harvey liam sellers, will you listen to me for once in your stupidly beautiful life?"

shoe sobbed quietly, watching his radar on his display, praying to any god who might still have love for him that it would pick up anything but the others in the squadron and the MIGs.

"we both knew deep down when we got orders i wasn't coming back from this one." eel sounded surprisingly calm for a guy who was talking about the possibility of his own death. "no, please, you can't do this to me right now, what about-" shoe sniffed, knowing he was arguing with a mind made up.

"ground control to phantom four, are you alright?" it was comforting to hear another familiar voice, the message poker carried not so much. "peachy, ground. i- everything's just kosher." harvey knew he sounded extremely far from fine, and hoped his friends on the ground wouldn't comment.

"your comms seem to be malfunctioning, i'll get saz on that asap, but are you sure-" poker seemed hesitant, like he didn't want to push buttons but was genuinely worried.

"fine, poker." shoe flipped the manual switch to cut comms with ground, before flipping it back on a moment later.

"still there?" he murmured, knowing full well there was at least twenty people besides eel who could hear him if they listened.

"never left, sweetheart." harvey almost started crying at the sound of eel's voice, and the knowledge of what he was going to say next.

"you gotta listen here, harv. you n' i both know i ain't gettin out of here alive-no, do not argue, i know you want to i know, sweetheart-you have to get home to charlie and fia, you gotta-" he swallowed, the sound audible through the headset. "you gotta tell them what happened to me, and tell them-"

the scream of a missile and the unmistakeable sound of an implosion blocked out eel's voice.

harvey's heart stopped.

"eel? eel, are you there? this is phan- phantom four to ra- raven two, are you-" the panic in his head and the pounding in his ears made it nearly impossible to see. he tried to breathe like eel taught him, but his throat seemed intent on making him stutter and practically asphyxiate.

"hoarder to shoe, what is going on? are you alright, do you need backup?" his friend sounded alarmed. for good reason, thought shoe through his panic.

"ground, i ne-i need co-ords on- on raven two, i-i've lost comms with-"

"ah, merde! harv, i'm here!" the sound of eel's voice was garbled, but it was there.

"eel? ezekiel cattaneo, where t-the hell are you? give me your coord-coordinates, i'll be right there." the relief that flooded shoe's body was instantaneous, but short lived.

"no time! they got my other engine, i've put them post on standby and i'm usin' the propellors, but they blasted those too. i think there's three MIGs, but it's hard to tell."

the sounds of the entire rest of the squadron and ground control trying to get shoe's attention faded as he absorbed the information his lover gave him.

"i know i'm goin out, so i'll say this before i die.

"harvey 'shoe' liam sellers, you are the most incredible and amazing soul i have ever had the pleasure of meeting. my life has been so much better since i had you in it, and i know charlie and fia can say the same. i need you to tell the kids i love them, and i need you to remember to take deep breaths when you get overwhelmed, okay? can you do that for me, tesoro?"

"ez, i-i-"

"i love you, you know that? you're the first man i've ever truly believed that i've loved, and the first to have loved me back." eel was clearly out of breath and choked up, but shoe could hear him as clearly as if he was standing next to him, despite the delay on the comms and the static overlaying eel's speech.

"zeke, ple- please, y-you gotta tell me whe- where you are, i can get th- there in t- time i promise, please-" harvey was sobbing. he knew he couldn't reach his lover in time before his engines failed completely, and the risk of hitting the canopy on ejection was so high there was such a slim chance of survival it was almost laughable, if shoe had felt like laughing.

"i love you, ok?" screaming missiles and static filled shoe's ears again.

he sat in shock.

"eel? c'mon, y- you c- can't do thi- this to me, baby, i-i can't..." silence and more static.

"g- ground, y-you got a- a locat- a location o -on raven two?" he muttered, his brain feeling like mush.

"negative, lieutenant."

#oops! :)#sorry not sorry #i've got the military au brainrot rn #it was all that propaganda at the airshow X(/j #i've had something like this in my head for a few days i just finally fleshed it out a little xx #lemme know if this is actually a thing i should write and you would read !!#newsies oc #ezekiel 'eel' 'zeke'#harvey 'shoe' sellers #newsies #livesies #92sies #zee's scribbles!

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I know Clodsire is your ace, but what are the personalities of your other team members? They need love too. :)

☠🌏– ''Course I give 'em love! I can give ya a lil' summary for each o' em'':

''Whiscash's the second 'mon I caught, as a Barboach many years ago. Although my bond with Clodsire's deeper by virtue of havin' been raised alongside 'im, that doesn't mean we're not close either! Whiscash n' Barboach were the second Pokémon I interacted wit' the most 'cause Papá's pond was best friends wit' the local school. I didn't catch 'im there though, but that doesn't make our bond any less stronger. Quite the mischievous fella, likes playin' pranks on the other members of the team n' playin' innocent when he does somethin' wrong, but c'mon, who'd hate that face?''

''Donphan! I got 'er the same day I caught the Skiddo I used to have. She's always been very serious, which was jarrin' back when she was a Phanpy, but when it comes to Pokémon battles she's really a showoff, nahaha! Whenever we win a battle she's the first one to come askin' for praise n' pets.''

''Speakin' of Skiddo... I traded the one I had wit' La Primera, n' she gave me a Numel that eventually evolved into Camerupt. Bein' the first Pokémon I got in a trade, I was worried we wouldn't get along... but far from the truth! She's very similar to me in that we both act immediately if anyone starts fighting wit' someone within the team. I dunno how she does it, but she's just that calmin' to be around! She also helps me a lot when I go to Glaseado n' keeps my temperature from droppin' too much.''

''Dugtrio... They're a lovable bunch, fer sure, but they're really aggressive towards anyone that ain't me. They're always super helpful n' attentive, n' sometimes even report on people approachin' or danger comin' when I go hikin', but if ya try to approach 'em, even if yer close to me, they're either gonna hide away or throw peebles at cha! Very gruff, lemme tell ya...''

''N' last, but not least... Torterra's the most recent addition to my main team, caught her when I went to Blueberry Academy wit' La Primera, n' we decided to participate in gatherin' Blueberry Points together n' such. I caught her as a Turtwig the same day she got a Chespin. She's a very kind gal, always offerin' berries to everyone n' even lettin' the babies climb her up n' rest in her tree. She's also very protective n' if she senses any degree of hostility on someone else, she'll stand in the way.''

''That's my main team, but if ya' got any questions 'bout the other Pokémon I have or wanna ask anythin' bout any of 'em, ask away, don't be shy!''

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i'm pinnin. consider yaself a dartboard the way i'm pinnin' all this shit on ya. (my southern drawl's awesome, fuck you.)

and i don't lie, man. don't make me promise with a cherry on top im a thousand percent triple sure, cause like, i will, but then we both gotta live with the fact that i just did the least cool shit ever. consider me officially lame on main, but yer still my baby. didn't ever stop. (and it's good art, good. don't matter if you had to put a little extra effort in, cause that shit shows. i liked it.)

im collecting all those darts and tossin them right back atcha. pow pow. thats the sound of me knockin your shades off with a well-aimed shot

i. wow. shit. yo i dont even know what to say to that without comin off cheesy as all hell. its an honor, mr president (off topic but where the fuck did that cherry on top saying even come from? like i like cherries as much as the next guy but since when were promises ice cream sundaes?)

(glad you liked it then. kinda just threw it together haphazardly but eh whatever, gets bonus points for bein bro-approved)

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canidfeline · 5 months

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baby liam

logan and liam will have the same initials but like

logan can talk and liam (at this point) cant so it wont be hard to distinguish

L: ''Charles, I swear- the kid is nuts. Rich comin' from me, I know, but Kitty tried to say hi to him, and he nearly bit her hand off. Surely, after Laura escaped, they would think to stop cloning me.''

C: ''Evidently not.''

The two look off at Liam in the main lounge area of the Institute, sitting with his legs crossed over each other and hunched over as he just stares down at his lap.

C: ''...Are those the same clothes he came in?''

L: ''Yeah. He won't take 'em off, or let me or anyone else do it. He's the most messed up one, even more than when Laura first came here. Apart from myself, I guess.''

C: ''Mhm. Explains why the other children won't go up to him. I don't imagine bloodstained clothes are inviting. Especially on a 14-year-old.''

Liam then stood up, his posture hunched over before walking up to Logan, staring up at him with a scowl that he'd had since showing up in the first place before just standing next to him and spacing out.

L: ''He does this a lot, too.''

C: ''How are the others? I recall there was a Sabretooth one, a... somehow a mix of Quicksilver and Scott one and a female Morph clone.''

L: ''Bad, but better than this guy. If he's anything like me, I wouldn't be surprised if he was the prize guinea pig. Don't know why they'd wanna clone Victor anyway when they have this guy.''

C: ''Testing, I'd guess.''

L: ''Mhm. The Morph one's alright. She's like the real one, but, you know, sadder. The double whammy doesn't speak, he's like this one but no growling or animalistic-ness in 'im.''

C: ''Bless them. We'll help them. They will have to stay, you know? Putting them anywhere outside is dangerous. For them and others.''

L: ''Yeah, I know.''

(im enjoying this so this is a 2 parter)

night night time. midnight or smth

Liam tossed and turned in his sleep before screaming himself awake, shutting himself up when he was sat up, basically calming down as soon as he saw he was safe.

Logan walked into Liam and Victor's shared (for now at least) room when he heard the scream, narrowing his eyes at Liam when he saw he was sitting up.

L: ''You alright, kid?'' He asked, Walking over to Liam and attempting to put his hand on the clone's shoulder before Liam flinched, raising his hands to slap Logan's hands away, making Logan withdraw his hand and nod a little.

L: ''You're alright, kid, I ain't gonna hurt ya. If you don't want touched, though, I won't. Hell, I don't like it when people touch me.''

Liam just grunted before laying back down, turning to face the wall his bed was next to.

L: ''...alright, night kid.''

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Spellbound: A Ghostly Tale Chapter, 5

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After a rather unsuccessful therapy session with the Doc, Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso belly laughed and smoothly glided out the door, opening it with their fists. They left James at his desk, head in his hands and papers scattered everywhere.

"Thank you Doc, for anothah fulfilling and enriching appointment that taught us absolutely nothin'!" Stretch said as he flew through the door.

"Sweet dreams Doc!" Stinkie waved.

"Don't let the desk-bugs bite!" Fatso smiled.

James just waved his hand without lifting his head or making eye contact. They all laughed and collected into the main parlor where they plopped down in sync onto a large purple sofa and turned on the TV. Stretch yawned and made a loud groaning sound. Stinkie popped his neck, his back then his knuckles and picked out some earwax out of his ear. Fatso scratched his stomach and belched, making the room shake.

"Seven and a half." Stretch said not looking away from the soap opera on the screen.

"What?" Fatso interjected, outraged. "That was clearly a ten! No hesitation."

"Not in this afterlife, you overgrown sack of flour." Stretched waved his hand half heartedly. "You break all the damn windows in the kitchen like Stink did back in '49, then we'll talk." He squinted. "Oy!" He yelled, pointing to the TV. "What the hell is Julia doin' back on the TV? I thought she ran off to Mexico with José to find her birth mother!" Stretch folded his arms and scoffed.

"Nah, you's thinkin' of Janice. See, she ran off with that blonde fleshie—what was 'is name…" Stinkie snapped his fingers trying to remember.

"Greg!" Fatso suggested.

"No, Greg was da one who was sellin' all that alcohol to those high schoolers and got himself arrested." Stinkie said.

"Oh yeah." Fatso said smirking. "What a guy! Jeremy?" He asked.

"Jeremy died two episodes ago when his drug dealer ran 'im over with the car!" Stretch yelled. "Don' ya remembah? The funeral was last episode and Kerri kept crying every five minutes."

"Shhh!" Stinkie slung his arm around his brothers' heads, covering their mouths with one hand and flapping the other excitedly. "I'm tryin' to listen!"

Stretch raised an eyebrow and removed his brother's hand slowly, but stayed silent. On the television, a man and woman stood in the small living room of a cabin in the snowy mountains, holding hands.

"But, Brad!" The woman said in an exasperated tone. "What'll happen to…" she looked at the camera dramatically. "…us?" She put a hand to her forehead. Suddenly a short man in a ski mask holding a bulging sack beat the door down and held out a gun.

"Oh, no!" Brad said pointing to the masked villain. "It's the man with the gun!"

"This plot is too predictable," Stretch said, unamused, lighting a cigar.

"Shhh!" Stinkie said again, making a face at his brother and glueing his eyes back to the screen.

"Who are you?" The woman said flipping her hair. The man pulled off his ski mask to reveal a handsome, blonde-haired fellow with blue eyes. The woman gasped and fell to the floor.

"Her twin brother Harold?" Fatso gasped, putting a hand over his gaping mouth

"My twin brother, Harold?" She whined.

"Goddamn," Stinkie emphasized.

"I KNEW IT!" Fatso rose immediately pointing at the television.

"Okay wow, I didn't even see dat comin'," Stretch laughed, one arm griping the sofa and one hand raising his cigar to his mouth. "She bettah get that nice blonde ass o' her's movin' or she's gonna be buttered toast," he raised his eyebrows.

"I told you's guys he wasn't dead!" Stinkie threw his hands in the air. "I always had a feeling about that pipsqueak."

"Speakin' a' which," Stretch looked around. "Casper!" Within moments Casper poked his head through the stained glass, parlor double doors.

"Yes, Uncle Stretch?" He asked quietly.

"Go fetch today's papah and make it snappy. Don't make me wait around so long, eh short-sheet?" He grinned his teeth together.

"Like always, Uncle Stretch." Casper sighed.

"Ya wanna run that by me again, bulbhead?" Stretch snapped.

"Nothing, nothing." Casper reassured, rolling his eyes behind their backs. After he disappeared from view, Stretch turned to his two brothers.

"Look at dat, boys!" Stretch said. "No respect for the head honcho." He shook his head. "I mean look at us!" He rose up and turned off the television.

"Hey what gives?" Stinkie snapped. "I was in the middle o' dat!"

"It's a soap opera for christ's sake! We should be out terrifying souls, making people wet themselves, scaring 'dem fleshies silly!" He placed his hands on his hips sternly. "Boys we—we've lost our touch." Stinkie and Fatso gasped.

"No," Fatso gasped.

"Yes!" Stretch whined.

"But how—?" Stinkie questioned.

"We gone soft! Two fleshies livin' in our place! And a third one one the way! That's three whole bags o' bones suckin' our air and eatin' our food."

"But Stretch you's said just the othah' day that you love the Doc like our own brothah!" Stinkie said jabbing a finger at Stretch's chest.

"I ain't nevah—" Stretch furrowed his brow.

"Yeah, yeah. An' Kat—" Fatso stood up and cut off his brother. "She runs all the errands for us! She got your special cream that you like to put on when—"

"Alright, ALRIGHT!" Stretch snapped, the windows shaking a little. "That's private." He tapped his cigar and ashes fell to the floor one by one. He was slowly turning red as a tomato. "Just look at you two's! You being all lovey dovey with fleshies!" He put his hand on his hip.

"Sure the Doc is a-okay, and Kat's—eh," he twirled his cigar between his fingers. "But three whole fleshes takin' ovah our territory? That's crossing some lines, that is." He said.

"Come on, we're still scary!" Fatso interjected.

"Oh yeah?" Stretch said, squinting.

"Yeah!" Fatso said confidently.

"When was the last time we actually scared a fleshie?" He asked smirking.

"Uhh," Fatso frowned.

"I got it!" Stinkie said. "Last Wednesday that Mormon came to our door," Stinkie laughed. "Yeah, yeah! You remember the look on his face?" Fatso cackled and pushed Stinkie on the shoulder. "Good day," he said puffing his chest as a pair of circular glasses appeared on his nose. "Have you heard the good word of our Lord and savior—DEMONS, DEMONS, DEMONS!" Fatso bulged his eyes and laughed along with Stinkie. Stinkie held out a pretend cross and held it up.

"By the grace of Zeus, be gone foul demons!" Stinkie got on his knees and laughed so hard tears came from his eyes.

"Yeah nice work boys." Stretch scowled. "We scared one bible beater back into heaven." Stretch frowned.

"We got not one, not two, but three fleshies livin' in our home, boys!" He snapped. "Whataya call that huh?"

"Hospitality?" Fatso shrugged.

"No, you idiot!" Stretch folded his arms and rose from the couch. "It means we gone soft!" Stretch closed his eyes and lifted a first to his chin, stifling a few pity sniffles. "Never thought I'd see the day."

There was a moment of silence as he let his brothers mull this over.

"Here you go Uncle Stretch—" Casper flew into the room with a newspaper in his small hands. He paused and floated in the air making a face.

"Great timing, pipsqueak," Stretch muttered.

"Do you still want the paper…?" He asked quietly.

"Of course I want the damn papah!" He snatched it from Casper's hands, made it into a roll and slapped him up across the head. All the of the ghosts laughed and pointed. "At least we're still good at one thing…" he smirked. "And the yard needs dirtyin', go make yourself useful and scatter some leaves or somethin'. Now get outta here, short sheet!" Stretch snapped, blowing a puff of smoke into Casper's face.

"Second hand smoke kills people—especially children-everyday, Uncle Stretch." Stretch cackled lightly.

"Well it's a good thing you're already dead, ain't it?" He said quietly.

"Yeah, lucky me." Casper said rubbing his head and dusting off his nose. Stretch squinted and scowled.

"Get outta here, go on scat!" He ushered Casper out of the room and began eyeing the paper for his weekly crossword puzzle. He ran his slim fingers through the pages and yawned. Stinkie and Fatso had turned on the television and resumed their soap opera.

"She's breakin' Brad's heart!" Stinkie sobbed into Fatso's shoulder and he shook his head consoling Stinkie.

"That good for nothin' two timer!" Fatso shook his fist at the television.

"Eh, quiet down ova there I'm doin' my crossword puzzle." Stretch said behind the paper.

"Yeah, all two words!" Fatso and Stinkie laughed to themselves.

"Hey shut up the two of you's!" Stretch quickly lowered the paper and spat. "I'll have you know I found almost five last week!" He squinted raising the paper again.

"'Toins out dat 'glozzom' ain't a word…" he said sheepishly. He readjusted his position on the couch, but this time, didn't go back to his crossword puzzle. He had found something much more interesting. His eyes glazed over the "Social Events" column and grinned.

"Hey, hey, whata we have 'ere?" He said slyly. He saw a picture of families gathering around town hall carrying pumpkins and jumping into leaf piles.

"Lookie 'ere boys," Stretch said turning off the TV. "Hey, Jessica was just about to kill Jordan with the golden shovel her father gave 'er!" Stinkie yelled.

"Get ya asses ovah 'ere!" He pulled them in a showed them the article.

"Oh, the annual Harvest festival," Stinkie said in a slimy, smooth tone. "Oh boy, oh boy it's a masquerade pahty dis year." Stinkie said rubbing his hands together.

"There'll be tons of suckers just waiting to be scared outta their minds." Stretch said grinning.

"Not to mention a buffet," Fatso licked his lips and rubbed his stomach.

"Boys, I think we're back in business." Stretch said eyeing his brothers and blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "Time we reclaim our title."

Kat and Lucy barged through the front doors of Whipstaff Manor and slammed them shut with their backs. They both slid down to the floor and closed their eyes. Kat put a hand over her head and Lucy laughed, out of breath from running up the driveway.

"Wow," she said her mouth hanging open.

"Yeah." Kat eyed Lucy and thumped her head against the wooden door. "Safe to say I can't ever let you out of the house again?" She asked.

"Hey that girl was being really rude! I couldn't just sit there!" Lucy said standing up. She held out her hand for Kat.

"I'm used to it by now, Lucy," she said taking Lucy's hand. "Do you know how many schools I've gone to? How many houses I've lived in over the years? The rumors that went around about me? I mean when your dad is a therapist for dead people you're giving them a lot of room for insult."

"Well that doesn't mean you've got to take it," Lucy slumped her shoulders.

Casper zoomed in. "Where were you guys?" Kat and Lucy looked at each other.

"We were having some milkshakes…" Lucy said slowly. "And maybe, possibly, by accident I dumped them all over our waitress…" she smiled innocently. Kat folded her arms and shook her head.

"No way! That's so cool!" Casper held up his hand. "High four!"

Lucy enthusiastically jumped to hit Casper's hand but stumbled, going right through it.

"Oops, sorry," Casper grimaced and smiled nervously. "I keep forgetting I'm made of air."

Lucy stood up gingerly and brushed herself off.

"Say, Kat!" Casper flew around her happily. "Check this out!" He handed her the newspaper. "Page eight," he smiled looking over her shoulder.

"The annual Harvest Festival will be up and running on October fifth, a great way to spend a Saturday filled with family fun." Kat read aloud. "And at midnight, a masquerade party under the stars." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Casper I don't know," she sighed.

"Come on, Kat! You promised!" He said. "This would be a great way for Lucy to get out of the house!"

Lucy sheepishly rubbed her arm. "Casper, don't you think it'd be a little weird for people to see me walking around with a complete stranger and a white cloud? Not exactly the kind of attention I'd want to attract." She chuckled and folded the paper.

"No, no, listen," Casper said. "I had a brilliant idea! I could turn invisible or better yet, I could wear a full body costume! No one would know the difference! Plus, you know I'm a good dancer."

Kat blushed and looked away.

"Life of the party! Er—death of the party?" Casper shrugged. "Come on, please?I've been dying to get out of this old, dusty, barn," he clasped his hands and held them to his cheek. Kat sighed.

"Oh, all right." Casper did a back flip in the air.

"Yes!" He cheered. "Thank you, Kat!" He said flying around her. "Lucy?" He stopped and looked at Lucy with large, hopeful blue eyes.

"I mean, what's a Harvest Festival without a witch?" She giggled.

"Come on, let's go find a costume!" Casper yelled. He headed straight out the door and Kat looked at her watch. "3…2…1…" she counted. They heard Casper sigh from outside the door.

"Oh right," he floated back into the closed doorway and chuckled nervously. I forgot—got too excited."

"Let me grab my wallet," Kat jogged up the stairs. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," Lucy called after her.

"NO!" They jumped when they heard Fatso cry from the parlor in the next room.

"Haha, you owe me ten bucks, puddin' belly!" Stinkie yelled.

"I told you's not to trust that bastard, Brad! He's a two faced liar!" Stretch snapped. Lucy sighed and glanced at Casper with worried eyes.

"I have a bad feeling," Lucy said. "What if…" she looked at the parlor door again.

"Oh, don't worry. They've actually calmed down a lot since you came here." Casper said. "They're not gonna show up. They're too busy with that soap opera to notice anything!"

Kat and Casper began cracking up. Lucy joined in, nervously, but her gut was telling her something else entirely.

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