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Heyyy. I have a request but it's kinda weird. Pls don't judge. Basically a Tommy x Reader but Reader it's Joel's adopted daughter (like ellie) and they have a secret relationship with tommy.

Tyyy <333

Yayyy finally a tommy x reader!!! love the idea.

Hope you like how it turned out <33!

Summary: You're Joel's adopted child, and with him out on patrol, you're stuck with chores at the stables-where your secret boyfriend Tommy makes the day a little sweeter.

Tags: Jackson!Tommy Miller x Reader, Unmentioned age gap, Joel's adopted child.

Warnings: Age gap (implied), Secret & slightly forbidden romance, Pseudo-incest (adopted kid of Joel x uncle dynamic, fictional), Kissing & suggestive make out scenes

Word count: 2.5k

The morning light was soft, golden, spilling through the thin curtains and casting gentle shadows across the room. You were still tangled in the warmth of your blankets when a familiar voice called your name softly, breaking through the quiet of the dawn.

“Hey, get up,” Ellie whispered, her tone light but insistent as she nudged your shoulder gently. “We’ve got chores at the stables today. Joel said to get moving — he left on patrol a while ago.”

You blinked, slowly rousing from sleep, the comfort of the bed making it hard to push yourself up. The words echoed in your mind, the promise of the stables stirring something more than just the routine of daily chores. You thought about Tommy, probably already out there, hands busy with horses, the soft snorts and rustling of hay. The idea made your chest tighten slightly, a quiet flutter beneath your ribs that you tried to ignore.

Ellie’s gaze was steady on you, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips, like she knew something you weren’t saying. “Come on, it’s already late. You don’t want to be the last one out there, right?”

You let out a small laugh, brushing the hair away from your face. “Alright, alright. I’m up.”

There was something comforting about the morning, the familiar sounds of Jackson waking up—the distant call of birds, the soft creak of wooden porches, the faint thud of hooves against the dirt paths. You swung your legs off the bed, the cold floor greeting your feet, and made your way to the small kitchen.

While you fixed a simple breakfast—a slice of bread, a cup of weak coffee—you felt the weight of the day ahead settle around you. Joel was gone on patrol, like Ellie said. That meant the afternoon was yours. A subtle grin formed on your lips as you thought about what that could mean. No interruptions, no expectations—just time.

The thought made your steps lighter as you joined Ellie by the door. She already had her boots on, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, looking ready for whatever the day would throw at her.

“Ready?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something like sisterly fondness.

You nodded, swallowing the last bite of your bread. “Ready.”

Together, you stepped outside into the crisp morning air, the sun climbing higher and painting the sky in hues of soft pink and orange. The scent of fresh earth and hay wrapped around you, grounding you as you headed toward the stables—where Tommy would be waiting.

The moment you stepped outside, a sharp chill hit your skin, making you shiver as the cool morning air wrapped around you like a rough wool blanket.

“Man, it’s freezing,” Ellie muttered, pulling her jacket tighter around her. You nodded, rubbing your hands together to chase away the cold as you both started down the dusty path toward the stables.

Your mind was still half-dreaming, sluggish from sleep and the warmth you’d just left behind. The world around you felt hazy, the sound of your boots crunching on gravel somehow distant, as Ellie’s voice pulled you slowly back to reality.

“Hey,” she said casually, almost as if she didn’t expect an answer, “do you think Uncle Tommy… you know, will let us ride the horses after we finish cleaning the stables? Like, after we take care of all the work there?”

Her question hung in the air, simple but charged, and it snapped you fully awake. You turned to look at her, blinking in surprise.

“What?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep. “Uh… I don’t know. I guess we could ask him, though… I mean, I’m not sure.”

As you walked, your thoughts began to swirl quietly in your mind, like whispers you didn’t want anyone else to hear.

Uncle Tommy… you thought, that’s supposed to be my uncle, right? Joel’s brother. But why is it that I feel this way about him? Like, not just family… but something else entirely?

You shook the thought away, trying to focus on the crunch of gravel beneath your feet and the cold morning air, but the feeling lingered like a secret tucked deep inside you—something you weren’t quite ready to admit, even to yourself.

The walk toward the stables stretched on in a comfortable silence. Ellie’s footsteps fell beside yours, but her mind seemed elsewhere, drifting in that half-asleep haze that comes with early mornings. She barely glanced your way, lost in her own thoughts or maybe just enjoying the cold air brushing her face. You didn’t mind. Sometimes the quiet was the kind of company you needed most.

Your own thoughts wandered too, tangled up in the way Tommy’s presence made your heart skip without even being near him yet. The chill in the air helped sharpen your senses, and the crunch of gravel underfoot marked the steady pace toward the familiar wooden building that housed the horses and the smells of hay and leather.

As you turned the last corner, the stables came into view. The big barn doors were wide open, and inside, Tommy was there, his sleeves rolled up as he carefully cleaned a horse’s coat. The horse, a strong bay with deep brown eyes, stood patiently, trusting.

When Tommy’s gaze lifted and landed on you both, something shifted. His eyes locked on you first, lingering for a moment longer than usual. There was a softness there—quiet and almost tender—that made your breath hitch slightly. You met his gaze, feeling the warmth of it even through the cool morning air.

After a few seconds, he shifted his attention to Ellie, who, noticing the look, straightened up and gave him a small wave.

“Morning, Tommy,” Ellie said casually, her voice steady.

Tommy’s face broke into a brief, easy smile as he returned the greeting. “Hey, Ellie.”

He then stepped forward, brushing a strand of hair back from his forehead, his eyes flicking back to you just once more before turning fully to the task at hand.

You felt your heart beat a little faster as he moved closer, the sound of the horse’s soft snorts filling the quiet space between you all. Ellie chatted on about the chores waiting, but you found yourself watching Tommy, the way his hands worked gently but with purpose, and how the morning sun caught the color in his eyes just right.

It was a moment suspended in time—simple, yet charged with something unspoken, something only you seemed to notice.

Tommy glanced over at Ellie, his Texas drawl rolling easy and calm as he said, “You can go ahead and start on the stables out back.”

Ellie nodded, already turning toward the row of stalls at the far end, her boots kicking up little puffs of dust.

Then Tommy’s eyes shifted back to you, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And you… you can help me with this big guy here.” He nodded toward the horse he’d been cleaning, a huge, muscular beast that seemed calm and patient. “We’ll finish him up together, and then you can take care of the others.”

Ellie disappeared around the corner, and suddenly the world felt quieter, the space between you and Tommy shrinking in a way that made your heart flutter. You hesitated a moment before stepping closer, your smile shy and small.

Tommy’s voice dropped to a low whisper, just loud enough for you as he leaned in slightly, making sure Ellie wasn’t nearby anymore. “How’s it goin’, darling?”

You blinked, a soft chuckle escaping you. “Hey… it’s good. Just—just trying not to mess up.”

He gave a low laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

You bit your lip, glancing down for a second before meeting his gaze again. “How’re you doin’?”

Tommy shrugged with a grin. “Same as always. Busy as hell, but I’m hangin’ in there.”

You nodded, then added quietly, “Joel’s gonna be out on patrol all day, I think.”

Tommy’s smile softened, and he gave a knowing look. “Yeah, I know. Funny how it works out, huh? You get stuck at the stables, and he’s off somewhere on patrol.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You have a say in who gets what chores or something?”

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Let’s just say I got a little pull around here when it comes to choosing tasks.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his gaze and the easy comfort between you both.

You wiped a bit of dirt off the horse’s flank, then looked up at Tommy with a curious smile. “So… how long is that route you gave Joel?”

Tommy glanced over at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Long enough to make sure I get to spend the whole evening with my favorite girl — without any old man butting in.”

You laughed softly, nudging him with your shoulder. “You know he hates it when someone calls him ‘old man.’”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, well… that’s just how it goes.”

For a moment, the quiet between you was comfortable, filled with the sounds of the horse shifting beneath your hands and the faint rustle of the stable. Then Tommy’s smile grew softer, more genuine, and he added, “You’re lucky he trusts me enough to send him out like that.”

You met his gaze, feeling the warmth behind his words. “I guess I am.”

The horse shifted again, and you returned your attention to brushing its coat, but the simple closeness, the ease of being with Tommy in this quiet morning, made your heart feel lighter than it had in a long time.

You continued brushing the horse’s glossy coat, the rhythm of your strokes steady and soothing. The morning light streamed in through the barn doors, casting golden slivers across the hay-strewn floor.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Tommy step back just a bit, moving quietly behind you. You didn’t turn to look, but felt the shift in the air—a warm presence suddenly right behind you.

Tommy’s hands settled gently on your waist, steadying you, and before you could say anything, his lips found the sensitive skin at the curve of your neck. His kisses were soft at first, teasing, warm against the cold morning chill.

You tensed, the sudden intimacy making your breath catch. “Tommy,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice low, “what are you doing? Ellie’s still around—we could get caught.”

His hands tightened just slightly, grounding you, and he murmured against your skin, “She won’t see us. I made sure she’s far enough. Besides, what’s the fun if we’re always worried about getting caught?”

You glanced back just slightly, heart pounding. “Really, Tommy, if she spots us, it’s over. She’ll never let us hear the end of it.”

He chuckled softly, lips still trailing little fires along your neck. “You gotta learn to relax, darling.”

You tried to pull away, but his hands held you gently in place, turning you around. “Relax? You’re the one making it impossible.”

He grinned, voice low and playful. “Maybe I like the challenge.”

A soft sigh escaped you as his lips moved lower, and his hands slid just a little, reassuring and warm. “If you want, I can teach you how to calm down… how to just be here, with me.”

Your breath hitched again, and despite yourself, a small smile tugged at your lips. “I might need lessons, then.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes shining with something tender and mischievous all at once. “Well, you’ve got the best teacher in Jackson.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head as he leaned in once more, his kisses trailing slowly down your neck, and the world outside that old stable faded away until there was nothing but the two of you—warm, tangled, and quietly electric.

Tommy’s hands traced slow, gentle circles along your back, his breath warm against your skin as his lips brushed lightly over your neck. He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes soft but full of that familiar teasing spark.

“You could tell her,” he murmured, voice low, almost a whisper.

You blinked, heart fluttering in your chest. “Tell who? Ellie?”

He nodded, fingers threading through your hair as he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate.

“Yeah,” he said between kisses, his lips grazing yours lightly, “you could tell her.”

You pulled back a little, resting your forehead against his, breath mingling. “I don’t know if I should…”

Tommy smiled, brushing his thumb over your cheek, gentle and reassuring. “She’s almost like your sister, right? And a good friend. I don’t think she’d say anything to Joel.”

You swallowed hard, the words stirring a mix of hope and doubt. “Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t. But what if she does?”

His hands slid lower, resting firmly on your hips as he kissed you again, this time tracing soft patterns along your jaw with his lips.

“Everything would be easier if she knew, darling.”

You closed your eyes, a small sigh escaping you as he nuzzled your neck, his hands warm and steady.

“I’m not so sure,” you whispered, your voice trembling just a little.

He chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Relax. I’m here.”

Another pause, filled only by the sounds of the stable—the distant snort of the horse, your breathing mingling with his.

Then, his voice lowered again, full of promise. “So, how about this afternoon?”

You opened your eyes, looking up at him through the soft light.

He smiled, that slow, sure smile that made your heart skip. “Come by my place. We’ll have some time alone. No interruptions. Just us.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you hesitated, biting your lip before nodding slowly.

“Sounds perfect,” you breathed.

Tommy leaned in again, his lips warm and inviting, trailing kisses along your collarbone as he whispered, “It’s a date.”

Tommy pulled back just slightly from your neck, then leaned in once more, pressing a slow, deep kiss to your lips—gentle, lingering, nothing rushed, but full of everything unspoken between you two.

His hands cupped your cheeks softly, thumbs brushing along your skin as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

A small, warm smile spread across his face, and he whispered, “Alright, let’s get back to work. I don’t think anyone’s buying that we can spend this long washing a horse.”

His voice was teasing, full of irony, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

He reached for the reins of the big horse you’d been tending, guiding it slowly toward the deeper stalls of the barn.

You followed close behind, your heart still fluttering from the moment you’d just shared.

You were heading deeper into the stable to grab a tool, Tommy putting the horse back in its stall, when Ellie suddenly stepped aside, heading toward a small tool rack nearby too.

Curious, she glanced over and stopped in your tracks.

“Wow, that horse really left you looking a mess,” she said softly, a small grin playing at her lips.

You touched your hair, a little tousled, and felt the warmth on your cheeks.

"Heh, yeah… it got a bit out of hand,” you replied with a shy laugh, trying to play it cool.

Ellie just nodded and smirked quietly, not saying anything more.

The moment passed gently, and you both went back to your tasks, the quiet sounds of the stable wrapping around you like a soft, familiar blanket.

A/N: Want part two? ;)

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