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cevansbrat0007 · 9 months

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Southern Comfort

Summary: A day after your ex-boyfriend's unexpected return, you show up on Ari's doorstep intending to ask for a little time. Too bad your grumpy bounty hunter isn't feeling particularly charitable.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Some Angst, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Arguments, Angry Sex, Discussions of Ex-boyfriends, Mentions of Body Image, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Manhandling, Pushing, Discussions of Female Virginity (mentioned), Edging (mentioned), Restraints (mentioned), Brief Allusions to Rape/Forced Sex, Allusions to DubCon/NonCon, Primal Play (mentioned), Ass Slapping, Spanking (mentioned), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes place directly after the events in Case of the Ex, but it is not the sequel. This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. Not beta'd. All mistakes my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

“Alright, now. Remember to breathe, sugar.” You mutter as you adjust the skirt of your floral sundress. “You’ll be in and out quicker than a hiccup.”

Although the day had cooled down considerably since this morning, the temperature still sat at an uncomfortable 88℉. Which therefore meant that you were uncomfortable. Even after a shower and a change of clothes.

You take one last moment to fluff your curls and reapply your lip gloss before reaching inside your car to pull out a ceramic baking dish, complete with a lid. And then you begin the quiet trek up the concrete walkway. Your stomach is in knots by the time you reach the front door to ring the bell.

Your teeth begin to worry your bottom lip while you wait, part of you wishing that you could just sit the dish on the front porch and make a beeline for your vehicle. But your Mama hadn’t raised you to be a coward, and neither had your beloved Uncle. God rest their souls.

So you had to see this through. And once you were done you would head over to your shop and through yourself into work until the sun came up. There was already a crispy chicken salad waiting for you on the passenger seat, accompanied by some reduced fat buttermilk ranch dressing.

Your stomach growls at the thought of food. It was a subtle reminder that you hadn’t eaten much lately, save for the wrap Ari had brought by yesterday. Now that you’d devoured, right along with the chips, salad, and the cookie – all of which had been delicious.

But when it had come time for you to call him that evening as you were locking up, for some reason, you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to do it. Because if he answered, you knew that he was gonna want the skinny on your ex-boyfriend. And you really weren’t prepared to dive into all of that yet.

So you’d decided to shoot Ari a text message after you’d already arrived home for the night, letting him know that you were safe and that you needed time to process the day’s events. After that was done, you’d powered off your phone, content to simply be alone with your thoughts.

And you had yet to turn it back on. Sometimes a girl needed her space.

In that same vein, you also hadn’t bothered with opening the store today. You’d been a little paranoid about receiving a pop-up visit from Ari or Mason. Or, worse yet, both of them at the same time. Again.

Seeing him like that had really done a number on you. He’d looked so good standing there in your shop with that same boyish grin of his. It had immediately transported you back to high school, in the most confusing way possible. But at least it hadn’t stirred up any romantic feelings.

In your opinion, Mason Prescott was a lot like double frosted chocolate mud cake. Pretty to look at, but indulge in more than a couple bites and it was liable to make you sick to your stomach.

Just as your mind begins going down the rabbit hole of comparing problematic men to desserts, the front door is wrenched open to reveal a stern-looking Ari Levinson. He’s barefoot, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and light gray t-shirt.

The two of you stand there in silence for a moment, neither of you saying a word. He doesn’t need to communicate the fact that he was worried about you, not when it’s written plain as day all over his gorgeous face. But now, at roughly 6:30 in the evening, he wasn’t just worried. He was downright pissed.

At you. Oops.

“Good evening.” Comes your shy greeting once it eventually becomes too much. “I…I was in the neighborhood and figured I’d drop by.” You offer up a lame shrug, wishing that you would’ve practiced your speech a little more before you’d gotten out of your car.

Ari grunts in response, the seemingly ever-present tick in his jaw growing more pronounced with each passing second. And you can feel your confidence taking a dive as a result.

“I also wanted to tell you that I was sorry for kicking you out the way I did yesterday. And for texting instead of calling. I was a little ruffled, but I could’ve been a bit more gracious about things.” You force yourself to take a steadying breath. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“Alright.” That’s all you get from him. And now that tempting mouth of his pressed into a thin, firm line. Which did not bode well for you.

“I would’ve called you from the shop, but I decided not to open today so…” Your body sways in the wind as a gentle breeze picks up. Boy did that air feel good on your skin.

“I know.” Ari replies flatly. “Drove by your house earlier and saw your car. That’s the only reason I hadn’t filed a missing person’s report with Marlon Timmers down at the station.”

“Oh…”

And that was your confirmation right there. Yes, you had indeed worried this man. Which meant that he’d felt the need to go looking for you. If only to make sure that you were safe. And that a certain Prescott wasn’t taking up real estate in your driveway.

“I made you somethin’.” Pasting on a smile, you present him with the covered dish you’d brought along with you. “As part of my apology.”

The bounty hunter hesitates briefly before accepting your offering with a sigh, followed by a quiet “thanks”. And then he turns on his heel to head deeper into the house. Unsure of what else to do, you decide to follow behind him, closing the door as you go.

Besides, you’d much rather continue this discussion indoors anyway.

“It’s a cobbler.” You find yourself babbling as you both make your way into the kitchen. “A peach cobbler. It’s kind of my specialty, right up there with my brambleberry pie. The secret is a splash of bourbon, plus a dash of vanilla.”

For some reason unbeknownst to you, your nervous admission stops him dead in his tracks.

“You brought me a…” He trails off as he sucks in a breath, his brain kicking into overdrive. “Is this – is this a breakup cobbler?” You wince when he unceremoniously drops your beloved baking dish onto the counter.

Your eyes go wide at that, his unexpected accusation leaves you bristling. As if you had it in you to be so callous. If you were breaking up with him then you would’ve brought along muffins. Or perhaps a nice iced lemon blueberry loaf.

You had simply come to apologize, and maybe ask for a little time. Nothing too crazy, mind you. Only a few days, really. Maybe week tops.

“Oh, simmer down now, Beast.” You sniff, clutching your purse under your arm. Clearly he was still smarting about yesterday’s turn of events. But even so, there was no reason for you to conduct yourself as anything but the proper gentlewoman you were raised to be.

“Duchess, I swear to God….” Ari’s fingers go to the bridge of his nose as he visibly prays for patience. Meanwhile, you’re busy stewing over his ill-treatment of your precious cookware. “If this is a breakup cobbler, I’m gonna spank your ass so hard you won’t sit comfortably for a week.”

That rat bastard! Heat floods your face as your mouth goes slack. Ari Levinson had officially gone too far, which meant that it was up to you to set him straight.

“You are unbelievable!” You screech, smacking his chest with your handbag. It feels good, so you do it again. You’re even poised to do it a third time before it’s snatched from your grasp.

“Oh yeah, baby?” The agitated bounty hunter rakes his fingers through his hair, yanking at the chestnut strands. “Then how come I don’t hear you denying it?”

“I came here trying to do something nice.” You hiss through gritted teeth. “And to apologize for–”

“For what? Trying to fly away on me? Again?”

Ari reaches for you, although you’re quick to slap his hand away. With the way you were feeling right now, you were liable to bite him.

“You came here to apologize for being an ass. I’m supposed to say "no big deal". Next comes the part where you ask for space, because you’re confused and you’re scared.” He finishes with a shrug before turning his body so that he can fish something out of a drawer. Seconds later you see that it’s a spoon. “Add that to the fact that you’re falling for me–”

“Oh, fuck you!” You interrupt with a snarl, slamming your hand down on the counter. But your gaze remains trained on his chosen piece of cutlery.

“I have a feeling we’ll get to that.” Ari jams the utensil into the center of the cobbler. “But first…” He scoops up a hearty helping, grinning at the crumbly bits of crust and juicy peach before raising the spoon to his lips and devouring it in one swift bite. “Mmm. Not bad, baby.”

Not bad? You inwardly seethe. Not BAD? What that man had in his possession was an award winning cobbler. It was better than excellent. It was fucking legendary.

Your man chews animatedly, making a show of savoring the decadent mouthful. “Maybe a little heavy on the nutmeg. But as I was saying…” He sucks a stray drop of filling off his thumb. “Between the sudden appearance of our good buddy, Mace, and you being overwhelmed about this thing we’ve got goin’ on…I reckon that you’re feeling a tad out of sorts. Am I right?”

The gall of this man! A red haze colors your vision as his words wash over you, filling you with a slow churning sense of rage. Just who the fuck did Ari Levinson think he was?

“My cobbler has the perfect amount of cinnamon and nutmeg, you–you uncultured jackass!” You grit out through clenched teeth.

You could tolerate a lot from folks in this town. But one thing you absolutely would not abide by was someone bad mouthing one of your made-from-scratch confections. You baked with learned skill, as well as passion. It was the one thing you felt you were genuinely good at.

Which meant that you were about to choke some sense into the gorgeous man standing in front of you.

“Yeah?” He shovels another spoonful into his mouth. “Then how about you stick around and fight with me about it instead of running off like I know you want to?”

The smug turd gobbler has the nerve to smile at you before helping himself to more gooey, peachy, crumbly goodness. Little did he know that you were this close to slapping him hard enough to make his ears ring.

He wouldn’t even have to stoop down low for you to do it. You were so mad you could practically feel yourself about to levitate.

“No, thank you. In fact, I think I’ll be going.” You tell him, your tone rife with disdain. “Now hand me my purse and return my sub-par cobbler and I will be on my way.”

The damned bag had your keys inside it. Next time you left the house intending to make amends you were going to wear something with pockets!

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ya know what, Bird?” Ari tosses the spoon into the sink with a clatter before crossing his burly arms over his broad chest. “I’ve just realized that I’m not feeling all that charitable at the moment. Plus, you didn’t say please.” He tacks on the last bit with a cheeky wink.

“Meaning?”

He has no idea that you’re fantasizing about keying the side of his precious Nissan Titan right now.

“Meaning that we can either stand here all night sizin’ each other up.” He lets out a resigned sigh. “Or we can take a seat on the couch, or maybe curl up in bed, and talk about what’s got you ready to run for the hills.”

“And I take it there is no option three?” Your hands settle on your hips as you glare back at him.

“You and that damned option three.” Ari chuckles under his breath, not finding a damn thing amusing. “Well sweetheart, option three involves me cuffing you to my bed and edging the fuck out of that sweet pussy until you tell me whatever it is I wanna know.”

“There isn’t anything to know, Ari!” You all but shout, feeling every bit as frustrated as you sound. “I haven’t seen Mace in damn near five years!”

“Be that as it may, there was still something about his visit that shook you, Bird.” He goes to reach for you again, only to have you dance away. You absolutely did not want to be touched right now. “I saw it then and I see it now.”

“And if I were to tell you that it’s not a big deal?”

Instead of immediately responding, Ari cocks his head to the side, taking a moment to study you. “Then I would tell you that you’re lying. And not just to me. But to yourself.”

You look away, temporarily at a loss for words as you wrap your arms around your middle. A middle that was a little too soft for your liking, regardless of how often you seemed to be counting calories these days.

“I gave him my heart. And he smashed it into a million glittering pieces the first chance he got. I mean, I guess I can’t be too mad since I’m the one who gave him the hammer. Not once, but twice.” You spit as you feel hot tears prick the backs of your eyes. “But even so, do you honestly think I’d be stupid enough to let him do it a third time?”

“Bird.” Your nickname falls from his lips like a soft, urgent plea. But you don’t hear it. Not really.

“I was the fat girl who fell for the jock. Not really all that notable, I suppose. Except in this case that jock just so happened to be the golden boy of Bell’s Creek.” Your arms fall wide before dropping them down at your sides in defeat. “But I didn’t care. Because I was stupid and in love and a fucking virgin when he–” You abruptly cut yourself off when you realize the direction your thoughts are heading.

You’d already said more than enough.

“When he what?” Ari’s voice comes out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

“It doesn’t matter.” You rise up on your toes as you search for an opening to snag your purse.

Because you were through talking about this. It was time for you to head back home, crawl under the covers, and hide there until you could summon the strength to bake every single dessert you could possibly think of using every last bit of the ingredients you had stocked in your kitchen.

And then you would eat them all until you either accidentally gave yourself diabetes or you finally exploded.

“Please talk to me.” This time when Ari takes a step towards you, you beat back a hasty retreat. And you don’t stop moving until you reach his front door. “C’mon, baby, wait!”

But you didn’t want to wait. What you needed was to be alone. The plan had been to drop off the cobbler, make your amends, and then peace the fuck out. And now it had all gone to shit because you’d allowed Ari Levinson to get under your goddamned skin the way only he could.

So, you’d walk home and send someone to pick up your car later. If you left now, you’d make it back before the sun had even begun to set. Besides, it wasn’t like you couldn’t use the exercise.

A firm hand on your arm halts your movements, hauling you backwards against the solid wall of his chest…

Which is when you finally snap.

“I did not give you permission to touch me!” You hiss, turning in the embrace and shoving at him with all your might. However, you know that the only reason the bounty hunter actually lets you go is because you had the element of surprise.

Because holy shit! What the fuck had you just done?

“Woah, woah.” Ari quickly backs away, his palms raised in surrender. “It’s okay, Bird. I pushed you, so you pushed me. It’s okay. It’s all okay, sweetheart.” You can tell he’s doing his damnedest to keep his tone calm and even so as not to spook you further.

You give him a shaky nod, feeling more than a little embarrassed by your inability to control your emotions.

“I’m so–sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” You manage to eek out, even as your bottom lip starts to tremble. You scrub your hands over your eyes as you fight back tears. “There is no excuse.” You tell him, keeping your head bowed as your knees feel wobbly.

What an awful mess you’d made of this whole thing. Truly.

“Fuck!” He exhales softly, clearly unsure about whether or not it’s okay to touch you. “I don’t want us to end things like this, baby. I really don’t.” Now there’s a note of desperation in his tone that wasn’t there just a few seconds earlier.

Ari goes quiet, weighing his options as he contemplates the best way forward. At least that’s what you assume he’s doing, since you’re too preoccupied with wishing the earth would swallow you up where you stood.

“I’d really like to hold you. But I don’t want to scare you. So you’re gonna have to come to me.” He opens his arms to you then, just as you’re ready to fall apart at the seams. “But – and I can’t stress this enough – only if you want to.”

This time you go time without hesitation. And just like always, your man is right there to catch you before you shattered.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you!” Your words come on the heels of a muffled sob as you cling to him, pulling his body closer to your own as the feelings of remorse threaten to overwhelm you.

“Shh, little Bird. Shh.” Ari murmurs as he lifts you into his arms and carries you into the living room. Once there, he settles you both on the couch, tucking your smaller frame into his own.

He whispers soft, sweet kisses along the damp skin of your brow as he tangles his fingers in your curls to massage your scalp. “I got you. I got you. I got you.” He tenderly rocks you back and forth while he waits for you to calm down.

“Please don’t leave. I swear I didn’t mean it.” You’re babbling now and you know it, but it does manage to earn you a relieved grin from your man.

“Nobody’s goin’ anywhere, sweetheart. Not you. And definitely not me.” He cups your jaw, gently forcing you to meet his gaze. “We’re just fine, you and me. I’m a big boy. You surprised me, maybe. But you didn’t hurt me.”

“But I shouldn’t have –” You begin, your eyes blurring with a fresh wave of tears.

“Listen to what I’m saying.” Ari interjects, his tone containing just the right amount of authority to get your attention. “I’m a big boy, baby. I’m talking 6’3, 220 lbs on a good day. I ignored your body's cues, okay? I'm the one who failed to properly read your warning signs and I got in your space – so please hear me when I say that a pretty large piece of this was my fault too.”

You shake your head “no”, because it should go without saying that Ari would never hurt you. At least not on purpose, and never physically. And yet…

“Baby, you went a little primal is all.” He reaches for your hand to press a kiss to your clammy palm. “That’s all that happened. No harm, no foul. We can even play that way one day, if you’re interested. But not unless we’re both on the same page.”

You weren’t quite sure what he was talking about, but for now you’d simply choose to go with it. Because right now you’d need the kind of comfort and reassurance that only your man could provide.

Needed him to ground you when you felt like you might float away.

“Okay, but I’m still sorry.” You sniffle, gingerly wiping your nose on his t-shirt. Not that he minds overly much.

“I’m sorry too. Not just for pushing you how I did, but for disrespecting your cobbler. Which is divine by the way.”

Now that has you perking up almost immediately. “But you said –”

“Little Bird, I don’t know shit about what goes in a peach cobbler. My nutmeg crack was a shot in the dark meant to piss you off. I figured once I got you talking, you’d spill your guts, I’d take you to bed where you me me promise not to shoot your ex, and then…” Ari trails off as your words from earlier come flooding back to him.

Not wanting to start down this road again, you wrap your arms around his neck before slanting your mouth over his. Your tongue strokes along his plump bottom lip, seeking entrance. Ari responds without hesitation as he buries both hands in your hair, drawing you closer to him.

Right now you needed this man more than you needed air in your lungs. “Please.” You whimper, shifting your body so that you’re now straddling his hips, your legs coming to rest on either side of his thickly muscled thighs. “Please, Ari. I need you. Don’t make me wait.” You nip at his lips, before trailing a fiery litany of kisses along the curve of his jaw.

A part of your mind screams at you to slow down, to explain yourself. But you quickly silence it once Ari’s skilled hands abandon your curls in favor of your chest. Gripping the bodice of your dress, he manages to rip the lightweight fabric in two on the first try.

“Fuck, baby! Promise we’ll talk after.” He snarls, more to himself than you.

Meanwhile, you eagerly reach behind you to undo the clasp of your bra. You both let out a groan once you finally rid yourself of the garment, your heavy breasts spilling into his waiting palms. Of course he wastes no time before drawing a pouting nipple into his warm, wet mouth - sucking deep. His expert tongue takes turns teasing and laving at the pebbled tip as wetness pools between your thighs.

“After.” You hurriedly reassure him as you pull away long enough to unfasten his jeans. It winds up taking the both of you working together to free his impressive erection from his boxers, nearly sobbing with relief when it's done.

Because you needed him inside you now.

Needed him to fill you up just right. Wanted him to go so deep that you didn’t have to worry about thinking anymore. All you wanted to feel was him moving inside you. You couldn’t wait to feel that sweet burn you’d come to crave as he stretched you out with his perfect cock. Couldn't wait for him to claim your body with each slow, delicious stroke of his hips.

Breathing heavy, your hand fists itself around him as you guide his length to your waiting pussy – your panties having been previously torn to shreds. Right now you were so fucking wet for your hunter that you could feel your slick practically dripping down your thighs.

“God, yes!” You slowly lower yourself on top of him, welcoming your man into tight, velvet heat. And you relish the feel of nearly being split in two as you begin to ride him.

Ari’s head tips back in bliss, offering you his throat as you use him for your pleasure. “Doin’ so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ tight.” He grits out as your walls spasm around his cock, milking him as if your life depended on it. And in some ways it did.

He slaps your ass, spurring you on. “Harder!” You growl as your teeth graze along the shell of his ear, loving the rough way he squeezes your globes as you work yourselves into a frenzy. “Just like that, Beast. Don’t let go!”

You bury your face in his neck as stars begin to dance behind your eyes at the same time as that invisible coil tightens in your belly, threatening to snap and send your hurtling into oblivion. But you wouldn't go without your man.

Not without Ari.

“Never, baby.” Without warning, he flips your bodies so that you’re laying on your back, enabling him to take over. He sets a grueling pace – the sounds of slapping flesh and passion-fueled grunts filling the room. “We go together, you and me.” He captures your lips once more, swallowing your heady little cries of pleasure.

“You and me, Beast! God, yesss!” You keen, as you wrap your legs around his trim waist, your wedge heels digging into the small of his back. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Hii! So here it is the one shot thing i was talking about. Took longer than i expected cause i was at work most of the time. It's also longer than what i intended but i wanted to flesh it out as much as possible. I wanted also to add smut but I'm really bad at writing it so i thought better save myself the embarrassment😅. Anywho i hope you enjoy and hopefully it's not terrible 🙈

Miguel has been working very hard in cherry baby's dad's ranch and it's starting to get to him. The stress, the heat, the exhaustion at the end of the day and so on. The only thing that's been giving him strength is his special girl. She's been busy herself lately but still tries to see Miguel as much as she can. Not enough for him though and that makes him as grumpy as can be. Cherry baby notices this so she goes to talk with him about it. His sour mood however has gotten so bad that even cherry baby can't fix it. She tries to be her sweet self but he's just being an ass.

"Hii!" cherry says with lilt in her voice when she approaches the barn.

"Hey." is all she gets in return from a Miguel looking at his board and writing something on it.

This takes cherry a bit off guard so she gets closer to him.

"Whatcha doin?" she asks sweetly, swinging back and fort on her feet.

"Work." replies Miguel, again not even looking at her.

This really starts to bother cherry baby so she confronts him.

"Okay what's going on? Why are you acting as if I'm not even here? Are you mad at me or something?"

"What? No, I'm just busy. Why do i have to be mad at you? I just have work to do." Miguel snaps.

Cherry looks up at him taken aback and she feels her eyes getting wet the more she stays.

"Fine. Do your work. Sorry i bothered you." she says and leaves the barn with not a single apology from Miguel.

That day cherry was in a shitty mood as well and her parents and everyone else who worked at the ranch could see it. This went on until evening. Cherry baby barely ate her dinner and her both her parents took notice. After dinner her mother went to her daughters room to check up on her

"Mija? Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, mama." cherry says, laying in bed with her back to the door of her room.

"Something is bothering you, i can tell." her mother pushes on

"No nothing is wrong, I'm fine. Please just leave me alone." cherry baby insists.

"Do you think I'm stupid? How can i leave my daughter, knowing she's upset about something?" she says walking towards her daughters bed.

"It's really nothing, mama. Everything's fine."

Cherry baby's mom looks at her quizzingly

"Does it have something to do with the ranch boy?"

Cherry's eyes widen a bit and she quickly goes to say

"No! No it doesn't! Can you please leave me alone, mama. I'm okay, please!"

Cherry's mom sighs

"Well okay then. If you want to talk about it you know where i am." she says and goes to hug her sweet daughter.

"However if it has anything to do with that ogre-"

"Mama!"

"Don't "mama" me, young lady! Ay dios mio, you have such better options than him. Why not give those guys a chance? At least flirt with them a little. Who knows maybe you'll like them better than that animal! " she says walking to the door

"It's not about him, okay?" cherry says thinking to herself "it's totally about him"

"Yeah yeah. Don't forget to pray tonight. Maybe God will knock some sense into you" she said as she left the room.

That night cherry baby did pray and as she was going to bed, God did knock some sense into her. She decided to listen her mom for once.

The next day cherry baby was getting ready to go out into the ranch. She put her new white dress (the one i showed you, if you remember👀) her little brown cowboy hat and boots. She went out and headed to where the horses were. Of course Miguel was there. Seeing her in this new dress his eyes almost did pop out doing a double take. Cherry took notice of his reaction however she only gave him a side eye and went to take care of Luis. Miguel is looking at her like a hawk. Every curve of her body, every step, every sway of her hips. He was shamelessly staring. Cherry bent down to get something which revealed the upper part of her thighs, almost revealing her underwear and butt. At that Miguel bit his fist as hard as he could. When she got up, cherry baby turned to him

"Can I help you?" she asked with a raised brow

"What are you trying to do?" he said

"What am i trying to do?" cherry inquired.

"Oh, give me a break. If you're trying to get my attention, you just had to say so." he says as he walks towards her.

As he's just about to caress her face, cherry moves her face away from his hand and continues tending to Luis.

It's Miguel's turn to be taken aback.

"Whats going on?" he questions

"Nothing. Just taking care of my horse" Cherry says monotonously not even looking at Miguel.

"Whats with the attitude today, carino?"

"What attitude, Miguel? I'm just tending to my horse." she says as she finishes up with Luis and walks away.

The rest of the day cherry baby had been her usual self except with Miguel. She was even a little flirty with some of the other ranch boys, especially the ones that Miguel is mentoring. To say he was furious would be putting it extremely lightly. And he had had enough.

It was already the afternoon. While cherry baby was talking with the boys, Miguel approached them and gave each of them some kind of errand so they can leave her alone with him. With a stern look, Miguel spoke and cherry baby just looked at him unamused.

"I hope you had your fun today." he said crossing his arms.

"I did actually, no thanks to you." she spoke as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.

"Are you done being a brat?" he asked her

"Are you done being a bitch?" she retorted

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." she spoke at him again with an unamused face.

This made Miguel's blood boil. As cherry baby was about to leave, a slight smirk on her face, Miguel grabs her by the back of her neck and directed her to the barn. Cherry baby tries to pry his hand open but she is no match for Miguel's strong grip. He throws her inside the barn and she stumbles forward, falling to the ground

"Are you insane?! What's your problem?! I thought you didn't want me around you anymore! What gives you the right to treat me like horse poop one day and act like everything's fine the other, huh?" she snapped at him from where she was on the ground, hay from the horses all over her.

"Is this what this was all about? This whole attitude and ignoring me is because of yesterday?" Miguel smirked and started approaching her.

"Not only. The last few days you've been treating me like a fly on the wall. Barely acknowledging me. Plus you're always grumpy and sour lately. I should be the one asking you what's going on!" she spoke, her eyes getting wet and voice cracking half way.

"Carino, I've been stressed. Work has been piling up lately. Your dad is trying to make soms renovations to the barn and everything goes through me. I'm sorry I've been in a bad mood lately. Let me make it up to you." he says approaching cherry on the ground and reach out a hand to caress her face.

"And why didn't you just tell me instead of acting like an ass?" she said with hurt in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, querida. Truly I want to make it up to you."

"You should've thought about that sooner."

She said as she was getting up.

Before she could though, Miguel snakes his hand behind her head and grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her down by the hair. She yelps and goes to grab his hand. Her eyes were already wet, the pull was enough to make the tears fall from her eyes.

"You're awful" she said looking right into his eyes.

"Aww you're gonna hurt my feelings" Miguel teased with a mischievous grin.

"You're my girl and i want to show you how much i love you" he said as he stood up still holding cherry baby by the hair.

"Are you gonna be a behave now?" he asked her teasingly.

Cherry baby only nodded and he let go of her hair and puts his hands on her hips. Cherry isn't satisfied with his apology though so she decides to mess with him more. She grabs him by the balls and squeezes.

"You gotta catch me first" she whispers to his face as he makes a grimace.

Cherry baby let's go of him and makes a run for it. However Miguel's reflexes are very fast and catches her by the hair once again, dragging her back.

"I was thinking of going easy on you but by the looks of it you rather have it the hard way" he says as he pulled her back to his chest, holding the back of her hair in a vice like grip. Miguel started walking towards his room as he pushed cherry baby in front of him, hand still in her hair and his grip only getting tighter. Cherry tried to pry his finger from her hair, her little whimpers and welps filling the barn. Once they reach his room, Miguel opened the door and threw cherry baby to the floor. He was on her before she could say anything. That night cherry learned why she shouldn't play with fire, especially if that fire is Miguel O'Hara.

He can burn me all he wants 🤭❤️. LOVED this!!!! Thanks for sharing your ideas with me 🥹🫶🏻.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #Miguel Ranchero

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damiianismwayne · 7 months

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jason: welcome to mcdonalds what may i get for you

tim: YURRRRRRR

jason: oh my gosh...

jason: 12.78

tim: wait what happened.

jason: 12.78

tim: i aint even order yet big bro

jason: TWELVE SEVENTY EIGHT. PULL TO THE WINDOW

tim: wha uh- well le- let me get a- a double western bacon chee-

jason: YES YES YES THE DOUBLE WESTERN BACON CHEESE BURGER WITH EXTRA BARBECUE SAUCE WITH 3 TENDERS 2 RANCH 2 BARBECUE SAUCES WHY IS YOU PLAYING TIMOTHY WAYNE DRAKE

tim: well damn why baba how u know its me ??

jason: YOU THE ONLY PERSON COMIN' IN MY DRIVE THRU SAYING YURRRRRR AT TWO FIFTY FIVE PM AND I CAN SMELL THAT CHEAP ASS ROSS COLOGNE

tim: ey ey u good baba u need a raise but yeah lemme get that uhhhh

tim:

tim: and a chocolate shake

tim: yeah lemme get a chocolate shake

tim: u know what a chocolate shake is since u know everythin' ?

tim: yeah let me-

jason: TIMOTHY IF YOU DONT BRING YOUR MF ASS TO THE WINDOW AND STOP PLAYING WITH ME I JUST CLOCKED IN AND YOU LACTOSE INTOLERANT YOU DONT DRINK NO MILK

stephanie: whats your secret talent?

damian: i can build a 600 piece lego set in under 3 minutes

dick: i can kick myself in the forehead

tim: this is the coolest sh*t ever i guarantee not a lot of yall can do this i can eat an apple in 3 bites like swear to god yall give me an apple right now ill devour it in 3 bites

[from the other side fanfic]

damian: thats yo man?!

jonathan:

al ghul: thats my mans!

damian: should i exit rn?

al ghul: wait but why u gotta exit-? why cant u make this like a 3 way thing?

damian: WOOOOOOOOW I DO NOT PARTAKE IN SUCH ACTIVITES AT ALL

jason as robin: haha I CAN FINALLY LEAVE!! HEAVEN IM COMING TO SEE YOU

jason:

jason as red hood: IM BACK IN THE FUCKING GOTHAM CITY AGAIN??? OH. MY. GOD.

tim: british people be like-

jason: its chewsday innit?

tim: british ppl seeing spiderman be like-

jason: peetah pahkah???

tim: british people be like-

jason: can i get a baao o wa her?

tim: british people get mad and be like-

jason: ARE YOU FAHKING SCHREWPID

tim: british people getting stabbed be like-

jason: hey there mate. bit rude to put that knife in me chest innit

dick: bombastic blank criminal offensive blank

duke: OH NO DICK DID YOU GET A TIKTOK SAYING ?!!!

duke: ANSWER IT CAREFULLY CUZ IF U DONT...U DIE

dick: bombastic uhhhhhh

duke: DICK LOOK IM GIVIN U A HINT

dick:

dick: OHHHHH

dick: bombastic eyebrow ! criminal offensive eyebrow!

duke: DICK NOOOOOO

#duke thomas #damian wayne #damian al ghul #dc robin #dc universe #batfam #jason todd #jon kent #batfamily #red robin #nightwing #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #tim drake wayne #stephanie brown #al ghul family #jonathan kent #jonathan samuel kent

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legendofmorons · 1 year

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How to fall in love twice (Time, Malon) -Part 4

Pairing : Malon x Reader x Time

Rating: T

Summary: As you and Malon have some bonding time in Kara Kara inn Time gets pissy with the boys.

Warnings: Implied/ referenced child abuse, referenced alcoholism - (Reader had a drunk father that sucked until he was forced to get better or stay gone)

Other: if I missed anything, please let me know.

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You spend the two weeks a version of Wild's hyrule. The land is beautiful but the problem say it's only been twenty years since the calamity.

During this, you and Malon spend time talking and doing upkeep for an adventure. You gather rupees for odd jobs and stocking on supplies. With several faries and lots of weapons, you settle for basic food supplies. You leave an adventuring tag for the boys on the off chance they come across it

At the moment, you and Malon are settled inside the in of Kara Kara Buzzar, the busseling groups outside loud.

Inside is a haven of perfect temperature ir, maintained by enchanted sapphires.

"I hope the boys are doing okay." Malon says as she inspects her bow, eyes nothing but calculating.

"Mh, they're fine... By now, they're figured out that we're not coming back and that we got the mask."

"I know. I'm just worried. "

"Can I help?"

"No... It's just weird. I'm not usually the one on an adventure. "

You nod, not quite understanding the sentiment but understanding being on an adventure you weren't expecting or really even supposed to be on.

She looks at you fully, her soft smile a little bitter in the afternoon light. "I'm just glad that it's you that I'm with and not someone else."

"Oh- thanks. I'm glad it's you here too." Yoy say, trying not to come off as the giant smitten crush haver you are.

"You're sweet. It's really no wonder Link likes you so much."

"Oh, yeah... I try."

Malon just laughs, warm and amused. "You're a good person, and I've heard you're a Greta friend."

"That means a lot. Thank you."

She just smiles, pulling her bag onto the bed so she can double-check her arrow supply.

If she's honest- she likes you too. A lot. More than a friend even if it is a fresh crush.

You're funny, kind, and very attractive. She likes how you try to help people and protect those who need it. You're good people.

You turn to the window, watching the sands roll by as chatter sounds around you. The tourists outside are all dressed in linens and silks, seeking refuge from the sun as they browse the stalls.

You can hear Time worrying, even if you aren't actually there. You've seen it enough times, overheard his muttering, he thought no one could hear. You just hope he and the others are okay.

(You can see the pacing and the glaring as he mutters about where you and his wife might possibly be. The way he gets snappy with everyone's. How he takes as many watch shifts as he physically can before royally crashing. Only to repeat the whole process.)

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Malon calls.

"Yeah?"

"What was it like for you growing up?"

You turn to face her, her curiosity evident. And usually you don't just tell people about your past but most people don't ask. To be fair.

"Well... I mean, mom was born on a ranch and grew up there with her siblings. Dad was a royal guard from a long line of them.

"I grew up in castle town, I have three siblings though. And we spent every summer at Mamaw and Papaw's ranch. I did good in school but I struggled to keep up.

"It was okay, dad wasn't home a whole lot... Drank when he was, but he just got loud and angry."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. The one time he hit us, mom nearly killed him." You give a shrug, "After that, he left for a year and came back better. I still don't talk to him much these days. But I don't feel like he's a danger anymore either."

"He hit you?" Malon asks, furry already filling her. How dare anyone ever mistreated children - how dare anyone mistreated you.

Oh, she'd like to kick your father's ass. That would be fun.

She can only imagine that Time would be on board.

"Once. Never again." You shrug, unphased because honestly you've faced worse on this quest with the boys.

"That's a real low thing."

"It's cool, I can kick his ass now. After learning to hold my own against the boys, I think I could take on Gannon myself." You crack a smile, hoping to distract her with a joke.

"I'm sure you could."

"Maybe that's why we got pulled away, to destroy gannon?" You snort at just the thought.

Gannon is so fucked is you or Malon meet him, but both of you- well he'd be done for. You both have a lot of rage towards him and you're both skilled at fighting.

"Ha! Maybe so."

"How would you do it?" You ask, "Defeat Gannon, I mean."

Malon tilts her head with a hum, thinking about the logistics of her ideal victory. She bites her lip as she does this.

"I think I'd just take my cast iron skillet to his head." Malon says with a shrug, "What about you?"

"Hm- I meN I'd wanna say the sword would let me weird it and go that route... but I'd probably be more likely to fight him with a baseball bat full of nails."

"That's a good choice."

"I think so!"

Malon changes the subject again, this time to the places you've been.

And you just enjoy the downtime with the redhead. You definitely are starting to fully grasp why Time likes her so much.

.......

Time can't stand can't of this, settled at a campfire in the Great plateu of Wild's hyrule is awful. Time's only thoughts are of you and Malon.

The woods are no comfort to him. Only making him more on edge because you could be anywhere in any time, and he'd never even see you if you were here.

Time is so worried. And everything is too quiet.

He's- used to not having Malon around all the time on this quest... But you've been there so long your absence is particularly felt.

The lack of your smile and laugh has been awful. Your help with cooking has been missed. The soft touches as you help him dress wounds -

Oh he's so fucked.

"I'm sure it's fine." Wind says a s he sits down by Time.

"Sailor - you don't know that. "

"I do. You have a type. Stubborn." Wind's smile at the end is a little smug.

"I- that is not my type."

"It's part of it."

"I'm just worried about them. Obviously, something happened. Neither of them would just run away. "Time says as he narrows his gaze on the ground.

"No... they wouldn't. "Sky says, "But they're together, are they're both smart."

"That doesn't mean they are in danger. I'm not even sure the mask is going to be helpful. What if they haven't even found it?"

Wind just listens, not sure how to help but wishing Time eoukd stop being so on edge.

"It will be okay, Time. Obviously you get them back. Or Twilight wouldn't exist." Sky tries to reason.

"That only means I get Malon back- what if (Y/n) dosen’t ever come back? What if It's my fault and I didn't hear them and-"

"Time." Twilight says firmly to try to stop the rambling spiral the man seems set on.

Everyone is worried about you and Malon. Everyone wants to get you all to safety-

"Hey, old man." Warriors calls out, "Come look at this."

Time stands, gaze landing on Warriors next to the largest tree in the forest, roots almost like their own tunnel.

The man was towards the knight, waiting for more instruction.

"These are (Y/n)'s initials, aren't they?"

Time looks, and maybe your hylian and his hylian are very different but you'd taught him how you tagged certain things when lost. A habit picked up from a survivalist uncle.

The tag carved into the tree reads your intials and then 'day 4'.

Unfortunately, the wood is well healed. At least fifty years have passed, probably longer. But the chain hadn't been in the plateu before, which means -

You got pulled away through a portal. With Malon at your side, probably. And you are in the past of the current time the boys are in.

That's some real shit.

"Well... at least we know what happened to them?" Wild trues, not really soundings too confident in it.

"I'm going for a walk." Time says in place of any real answer.

"Should we tag that way?" Wind suggests from behind the group.

"Maybe." Wild says, "So they can at least keep up with where we've been."

Warriors nods, deciding to tag the tree below your carving 'H.C. day 9.'

He just hopes you can figure it out.

Time can be seen going on a walk Allright, a real pissy walk.

Yikes.

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu time #lu malon #lu malon x lu time #malon x time #time x malon x reader

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knarroweddown · 9 months

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Well, Well, Well...

Time heads out the door, shutting it gently, and Purah scribbles names next to items. Then she gets to work.

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Contrary to popular belief, as reliable as he was, Time should not be trusted on errands alone. Ask his lovely wife, Malon, there is a reason she has to accompany him to Castle Town after all.

The door shuts softly behind him, crackles of the furnace accompanying the occasional sighing breeze. Colorful streaks peek above the distant mountaintops, brightening Time’s figure as he makes his way down to Hateno.

‘Alright, Link. Make this quick, no detours or noticing suspicious soft patches of dirt. Just a cucco egg,’ Time thought, steeling himself against anything mysterious.

The noise of conversation gradually rises as the Hero of Time makes his way closer to the small village. He pauses at the dye shop. Oh, that shade of red would look good with his fireproof tunic and that light green-

No, stay focused.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Time calls to a nearby villager, “Are there any ranches nearby? I need to gather a few eggs for a friend.”

“Ah! O’ course there are! The closest one is right up there.” Rising onto the balls of her feet, she points over the house roofs and up the hill to a small windmill. “Not only do they have cuccos, but they also have a few sheep and cow products if ya need ‘em as well!”

Time bows slightly in thanks, eyeing the hill he had just descended from, “I appreciate the information.”

Preparing to make the hike again, he shifts in his armor. The breeze ruffles his hairs and leaves twirl in the air when he makes it halfway up. That of course is when his thoughts became a tad bit sidetracked.

“...ink,” came a whisper.

Time’s ear twitches, seems like someone’s looking for Wild. Unfortunate that he’s probably halfway across the continent already.

“Listen, Link!”

His head turns sharply and in a flash, he’s back in the Lost Woods. Green fairies flit to and fro between the tree trunks, giggling amongst themselves. A blue light floats in the shade of the trees, retreating deeper into the thick foliage.

Time feels his heart jump into his throat. “Wait!” He cries, “Slow down! Navi!”

Sharp branches slap against his face, but Time doesn’t feel any of it. The light was growing dimmer and he wasn’t getting any closer. Around him the trunks grew thicker, packing tighter together the further he pushed forward.

And then darkness.

Link- no, Time, frantically looks around, turning in circles to find his friend. “S-she has to be over here somewhere…”

Everything blurs momentarily and he’s back in reality. Except…

A well sits in front of him, its depths beckoning him like a spider in its web. Cautiously, the Hero of Time makes his way towards its stony hem, peering into the abyss. Time feels his ear twitch-

“Watch out!”

Metal meets metal, sparks soar into the noon sky. His mirror-image stares back at him, except it isn’t. Its eye glowed a bloody red and the body a translucent black. Time felt himself falter in shock, allowing the Shadow to retreat back.

“What, stuck in the past?” It cackles tauntingly, swinging its sword in circles. The Shadow lunges at Time, feinting to the right and slicing him across the back of his thigh.

Time screams in rage and pain, stumbling and catching himself on the well when his leg gives up. He wobbles on one leg, glaring at his double. This wasn’t an ideal situation, if he was able to the draw attention of one of the boys-

“Tsk tsk, Hero. No one’s around to help you, I’ve made sure of that,” the Shadow snickers, “Say hello to an old friend for me~.”

Then Time is falling, staring up at the red blot that grows smaller and smaller.

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well wasn't this fun! maybe I'll write a second part, maybe not! Hope the pacing was okay.

WTIYS Challenge by @breannasfluff

#linked universe #wtiys lu #lu time #fanfic #woohoo lets put him in a situation

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simstorian-blog · 3 months

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N O O K S T O N E

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Bedford Strait

Lot Size: 20 x 15

(3-bedroom—3 double beds, 2.5 Baths)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

Expansion Packs

Cats & Dogs

City Living

Cottage Living

For Rent

Get Famous

Get Together

Growing Together

Island Living

Seasons

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Dream Home Decorator

Jungle Adventure

My Wedding Stories

Parenthood

Realm of Magic

Spa Day

Strangerville

Vampires

Stuff Pack

Vintage Glamour

Build Mode

Awingedllama – Simple Windows & Doors

Felixandre – Berlin Pt. 2 (Glass Double Door Short)

Peacemaker – Multi-Level Carpet

Peacemaker – Vaulted Ranch

Simplistic – Elegant Wallpaper (Crane)

Simplistic – English Watercolour Wallpaper (Donegal)

Sooky88 – English Country Wall Set (Plain)

Sooky88 – Victorian Floor Tiles

Buy Mode

Anye – Mertice Chair

BlueTeas

Empire Snooker Suspension Lamp

Samara Sconce

Sheer Curtains

CharlyPancakes

Lavish

Munch (Fridge, Stove)

Cowbuild – Mont Blanc Chandelier

Felixandre

Colonial Pt. 2 (Tray)

Fayun Pt. 2 (Linen Armchair)

Florence Pt. 1 (Piano)

Gatsby (Orchid Vase 1 v2)

Gothic Revival (Victorian Bedframe)

Grove Pt. 3 (Painting B, Painting C Leaning)

London (Chandelier Short)

Harlix

Baysic (Packs Wardrobe Clothing - ALL)

Harluxe (AC Control, Light Switch, Mini Bar)

Kichen (Stool)

Orjanic Pt. 2 (Curtains)

Tiny Twavellers (Dino Lamp)

Harrie

Coastal Pt. 7 (Bench)

Octave Pt. 2 (Metal Fireplace)

Octave Pt. 4 (Light Switch)

Shop the Look 2 (Ceramic Side Table, Dining Chair)

Stockholm (Ottoman)

Ice Cream for Breakfast – Ruggable x Iris Apfel Rugs

Joyce – Simple Live #8 (Tofu Bar Chair)

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Blockhouse Sectional BGC

Blockhouse Bookcase

Leaf Motif – Garden Cover

Lili’s Palace – Intarsia Bedding

Peacemaker

Alesund Sectional

Bowed Bedroom (Bench, Dresser, Furrow Pouffe, Ring Dish, Vanity Table)

Futura Living (Fireplace Medium)

Pierisim

Oak House Pt. 2

Oak House Pt. 4

MCM Pt. 5 (Hair Brushes, Hair Dryer, Hang Clothing, Straightener, Wig Collection)

Unfold (Dragon Tree)

Vera Bathroom (Bathrobe Functional)

Winter Garden (Old Rug)

Woodland Ranch (Double Bedframe w. Canopy, Nightstands, Table Lamp)

Woodland Ranch Pt. 2 (Hanged Dishrack)

Woodland Ranch Pt. 3 (Old Rug)

Myshunosun

Gemini Vase

Luna Slippers

Simplistic

Loloi Rugs (Part I)

Vincent Van Gogh

Vintage Silk Divider

SixamCC – Luggage Cart

Sundays

Kediri Pt. 1 [Ceiling Light, Throw Pillow (solids)]

POP! Pt. 1 (Throw Pillow II)

Sumba Pt. 1 (Pillow Set I)

Swell Pt. 1 (Mattress, Pillows, Throw)

Yarra Pt. 2, 3 (Bed Cushion Set, Duvet)

Syboubou – Wall Panel Mirror

The Townie House Project – Moderno Pouf Ottoman

TaurusDesign

Eliza Walk-in Closet

Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 1 (SulSul Sign)

Tuds – Turn Lounge

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sims4t2bb · 23 days

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weekly update

Hello everyone, and happy Sunday! We hope you've had a magnificent week and that the next week will be filled with all of the best things in your life 🌲

The updates for this week can be found underneath the cut. From us, as always, happy Simming — onwards and upwards! ✨

— Base Game

Buy Mode

Anti-Goblin Bed by Kindermade, The Barnish Bed, Discretion Double Bedsystem, Discretion Single Bedsystem, Double Mission Single Bed, The Eminence, Killer Queen Double Bed, Metal Framed Top Bunk, Mod Pod Top Bunk, Princess Cordelia's Galleon Bed, and more conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Lattice In Indoor-Outdoor Rug (Runner) conversion by @littlelittlesimmies has been added.

Mod Pod Sleeper and Mod Pod Twin Sleeper conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

— Expansion Packs

Get To Work

The Solitary Sleeper conversion by @platinumaspiration has been added.

City Living

Cobra Cabana, Double Futon, and Space Blanket Bed conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Cats & Dogs

The Cosy Crafter Bed, Modern Colonial Bed, Mr. Woof and Mrs. Meow's Child Bed, and The Seaside Loner conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Seasons

Cosy Cubbyhole, Crosshatch Delight, and Draping Palace Single conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Get Famous

Dreamy Pad and The Queen's King conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Island Living

Can Do Canopy Double Bed, Drift Away Single Bed, Whispering Wicker Double Bed, and Wicker-o-the-Wisp Single Bed conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Discover University

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Growing Together

Timber! Treehouse Base conversion by @lordcrumps and @tvickiesims has been added.

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Another Not So Inconspicuous Door and Inviting Swing Out Door conversions by @jacky93sims have been added (thanks @dermestes-maculatus!)

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City Roots Plant Stand by Greenie-Go-Round and Super Fuzzy Fuzz Rug conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

“I Took a Welding Class Once” Double Bed and bedding conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

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Collage of Personality and Plushly Bold Rug conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.

Modern Luxe

The Moment conversion by @littlelittlesimmies has been added.

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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fights (p1?)

this might be a two parter but idk tell me if you’d want a p2

anyway I thought this idea was cool so here you go

scott has been acting.. odd lately. tango can’t quite understand it, but he keeps shooting him suspicious looks and seems weirdly defensive around him.

he hasn’t mentioned this to anyone— not even jimmy. he’s pretty sure he’s just imagining it. it’s double life after all, everyone is slightly mistrusting of each other. but it feels weird; almost pointed.

of course, everyone has been slightly wary of him since he brought the warden up to the surface, but scott has been acting like that for a while, and he isn’t sure how to respond to it.

so, of course, he ignores it. and it works. it works, that is, until everyone on the server groups together to make a plan to take down the warden.

“okay, so it’s currently stuck in the ravine.” etho says, addressing the circle of people. “we know it has that sonic boom thing, so we can’t get too close.”

“and it has like 500 hearts.” joel nods. “so if we’re gonna take it down by arrows, it’s gonna take a while.”

“this seems like a job for hawkeye!” scar announces. grian laughs and the hermitcrafters nod appreciatively.

“I mean, that might actually work.” impulse says.

“yeah, you’d be surprised what this guy can do with a bow.” pearl agrees. “killed me, like, twice in a row.”

tango notices the glare scott shoots her. he’d heard about their.. ah, breakup.

“I won’t believe it until I see it.” joel grins. “this is the man who died in hardcore because his wings broke.”

“and took my helmet with him.” grian grumbles.

“is that why you won’t let me wear a helmet?” scar asks.

“partially.” grian says.

“okay, okay, that’s not the point.” etho interrupts. “shooting it seems like a good idea right now, unless anyone has any other ideas?”

“we could drop tnt on it?” tango suggests. “I know it doesn’t break blocks in water but it might hurt it.”

scott is frowning at him. “the tnt would explode before it was halfway down the ravine.” he said.

“actually, it might not.” grian pipes up. “I know a considerable amount about tnt and the ravine might just be the right height to drop some in.”

“well, we don’t have any sand.” scott shoots back. “it’d be too expensive.”

tango glances to his side at jimmy, who looks just as confused as him when he mouths ‘what’s his problem?’

“well, we know one person with the stuff for tnt.” joel looks pointedly at grian.

“oh, no, we don’t have any sand.” grian says smoothly. “someone mined it all out before we could find any.”

“mhm.” martin says. “and this isn’t at all reminiscent of the desert.”

“guys, guys, if we had any tnt we’d be using it to help defeat the warden!” scar cuts in. he’s using his salesman voice. “you know we’re honest! uhm- mostly.”

no one seems convinced, but they drop the topic when etho says,

“alright, so currently arrows are the biggest priority. we need to get a lot— it’s not like we can go down there and collect the ones that miss.”

“this is all assuming the warden won’t climb the ravine and get us.” jimmy says. “i may be mistaken but didn’t it follow you guys up the 1 by 2 staircase one time?”

“it almost did.” martin says. “it just sonic-ed us.”

jimmy looks unconvinced. tango takes his hand and squeezes it, making him smile. when tango turns back to the group, scott is glaring at him. if looks could kill, tango’d be dead.

apparently it’s not unnoticed by the others, as cleo asks, “scott, are you okay?”

“i’m fine.” he says stiffly, turning away from tango.

“o..kay.” etho says, looking slightly awkward. “so, we should go and make as many arrows and bows as we can. meet up back here when we call you.”

they all disperse, jimmy and tango headed towards their ranch where they have chickens. they’re still holding hands, and neither of them think anything of it until scott comes up behind them and places a hand on tango’s shoulder.

“can I talk to you for a minute?” he says in a tone of voice that makes it sound very much not like a question.

“uh, sure.” tango says.

“i’ll wait for you here.” jimmy says.

tango smiles “sounds good.”

scott takes him out of earshot, behind a straggle of bushes.

“what are you doing?” he demands. “what are you planning with him?

tango is taken aback. “you- what?”

“don’t pretend you don’t know.” scott growls. “what are you doing with jimmy?”

“i’m.. building a ranch with him?” tango says, unsure if that’s what scott meant. what was going on?

“like hell.” scott spits. “you’re using him, I know it.”

“using him?!” tango steps backwards. “what are you on about?”

“i’ve known jimmy longer than you.” scott says. “everyone he’s ever partnered with has underestimated him or used him for some kind of labourer. I won’t have you doing that to him.”

“you think i’m using him for- for labour?!” tango exclaims. “what, because i’m nice to him? because we’re in a healthy relationship?”

“you know damn well-“

“look, just because you used him in 3rd life doesn’t mean I will.” tango snarls, his chest growing hot with anger.

“you dare-“

“you are such a hypocrite.” tango says. “didn’t you just say everyone he’s partnered with used him?”

“I obviously didn’t mean me.” scott scoffs.

“oh, didn’t you?” tango steps forward, his eyes blazing. “why are you so concerned I will too then?”

“because everyone else has, and I can’t deal with seeing him treated like that again, okay?!” scott shouts. “he died first, no matter how hard I tried to protect him. then he died first again, because everyone abandoned him. I won’t have it happen a third time, do you understand me?”

tango’s anger subsides slightly. “well, i’m not the southlanders.” he says defiantly. “and i’m not you. we may have died first, but we will leave last.”

he turns away from scott. “and let me make one thing clear. you stay away from us with your ‘relationship ranch’, or i’ll throw both you and cleo to the warden.”

he stalks off, knowing his hair is burning with fury.

jimmy jogs up to him, worry on his face. “what happened?” he asks, taking tango’s hands.

“your ex is salty.” tango spits.

jimmy’s expression hardens. “of course.”

“I told him to stay away or i’d feed him to the warden.” he says, noticing that his hands are shaking with anger.

“i’ll add him to the banned board.” jimmy says.

tango feels his rage slip slightly, and he thinks about what scott said. a tinge of guilt pangs in his chest, but he’s still angry enough to ignore it.

scott would not assume something like that about him and get away with it. not on his watch

#rancher duo #team rancher #double life #double life ficlet #double life smp

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burnsoregonphotoblog · 15 days

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Historic blacksmith's log cabin on Double O Ranch in Harney County, Oregon; listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1982; now part of the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge United States Fish and Wild Life Service (Brad Ehlers) - Photo submitted with National Register of Historic Places Inventory Nomination Form for Double O Ranch Historic District; prepared by the United States Fish and Wildlife Service, United States Department of Interior

Permission details: This image or recording is the work of a U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service employee, taken or made as part of that person's official duties. As a work of the U.S. federal government, the image is in the public domain. For more information, see the Fish and Wildlife Service copyright policy.

The structure was restored in 1979. The restoration project replaced the doors, windows, and roof. The porch and fireplace were also repaired, and a concealed concrete foundation was placed under the structure. The 1978 form and photo below from the State of Oregon Inventory of Historic Properties survey details the structures conditions prior to restoration.

Photo and form above from the State of Oregon Inventory of Historic Properties form prepared in 1978.

Source: Oregon Historic Sites Database

PDF Download: Inventory Form

#Malheur #eastern oregon #oregon #harneycounty #the great pnw #the old west #oregonoutback #pnw #oregon outback #harney county #Double O

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Sweet Child O’ Mine - Guns N’ Roses

We were a thing once, but that didn’t last. On good terms, you went far and wide, but I stayed home for the simple life. Years later, back in our home town, we see each other again. I have a daughter, but am a single parent. Inspite of this, talking to you again is like you never left. Can we rekindle what we once had to those wonderful days?

Where it all began was a small little town, almost like Mayberry or Middleton. There were ranches, a lumber yard, a drive thru theater, and everybody seemed to own a work truck. This is where Colton and Jenny had first started. What was once a good friendship, blossomed into love, but time had other plans for them.

Jenny wanted to leave, but Colton wanted to stay. While it wasn’t a destructive breakup, it did leave. Big hole in Colton’s heart for a long time. That was where they had left off. Life continued for both of them, where he would still think of her from time to time.

It was a percular morning in Colton’s small town, in which the very universe felt off for some reason. What started as a morning with daily chores, changed into a blast from the past. There was one big supply store in town, where every rancher, farmer, and overall working people shopped. As Colton pushed a cart with purchased belongings, he got a glimpse of someone he hadn’t seen in a long time.

He recognized that set of blonde hair, those eyes, and the very silhouette of Jenny. He took a moment’s pause to double check if it was her, but once he was sure, a smile spread across Colton’s lips.

“Hey there stranger”, Colton said his old, familiar greeting.

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Eight Below (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Sometimes you and Miles need a break from Lake Tahoe

Notes: Giving credit where credit is due, several OC names acredited to @nobody7102

Thirteen hours on the road and you and Miles were finally relieved to be at the ranch that Otis and Kathy owned up north in Montana. Yet you two hadn’t counted on the amount of snow you had encountered along the way.

You pulled up to the huge cabin, the lights all on, the snow falling harder and the cold snap in the air feeling like needles pricking your skin. “Here,” Miles said when he had fully parked. “You get yourself in the house and I’ll get Benny.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“(Y/n), it’s already below zero out and the poor kid’s freezing,” Miles told you. “Go stick yourself in a hot bath and I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

You got yourself out and shut the door, running right into the house while Miles quickly pulled a blanket from where your feet had been, wrapping it around Benny before picking him up and following you into the house. He shut the door with his foot, the wind picking up as he clicked the deadbolt to lock the door. He could feel Benny’s little body trembling against him, practically buzzing as he shook. Miles put his lips against Benny’s chubby little cheek, exhaling a long, warm breath that dispelled the cold from his reddened cheeks.

“Miles?” someone called from inside the house. “Miles? You guys good?”

“In the house, Ma,” he answered.

Miles made his way into the house where Otis and Kathy were going about their business, his mother pulling something from the oven while his father stuck two glasses on the kitchen counter. “You need help?” Otis asked him.

“I’m fucking freezing,” Miles silently mouthed, noticing that little ears were present.

“Here,” Otis told him. “Give me Benny and go get yourself a hot shower. Dinner’s not ready yet, so there’s plenty of time.”

“Oh thank you, thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” Miles said, heaving a deep sigh of relief.

Otis took his grandson, Benny’s little head resting against his grandfather’s shoulder as a squeaky little whimper and a twitch came from the ten month old. “Yeah you’re gonna hang with Papa for a few minutes Benny,” he chuckled. “Just us guys.”

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Nothing could compare to the relief of a hot shower on a frigid night. You and Miles had spent freezing winters in Lake Tahoe, but up here in the middle of the Rockies, it was a whole different story. Being up here was like trudging through the deepest parts of the Yukon and no matter what one did to keep warm, the freeze sometimes found its way back in.

You and Miles ate dinner with his parents and when everything had been cleared away, Otis tossed a few more logs into the woodstove to keep it going through the night. Miles kept Benny wrapped in the blue and white knit blanket Kathy had made when Benny had been born while the snow outside battered the windows, the wind’s baleful howl growing louder.

“Had a hell of a time getting up here,” Miles told his father as he pulled the blanket a little tighter around Benny. “As soon as we got to Boise, that’s when the snow started.”

“Could be worse,” Otis told him. “Remember when you were in first grade and the blizzard of Fifty-One hit? Your mother was working a double shift at the hospital and I had to come and get you from school in a near white out.”

“Well,” Miles said as a smile tried to break out on his face. “Thank God none of us live in Indiana anymore.”

“Yeah I miss the old dump we used to live in,” Otis chuckled. “But lucky for us, it didn’t owe us anything. As soon as you got out of the service, I sold the place and your mother and I moved out with you.”

“And we’re damn glad you did,” Miles told him as Benny’s little head came to rest on his chest, the little one’s eyes beginning to shut as he sucked away on his pacifier. “If Momma hadn’t been there the night Benny was born (y/n) and I would’ve been screwed.”

Otis laughed before he sipped a little of the whiskey in his glass. “Believe me I love (y/n) to death,” he said. “But I’d have been scared shitless.”

Miles and his dad had a good laugh about the matter before he saw you making your way into the living room. “How are my boys?” you greeted cheerfully.

Benny’s little head shot up at the sound of your voice, bringing a laugh out of Miles. “You wanna go see Momma, Benny?”

A little arm reached out as if to pull you closer, you crawling under the blanket on the couch so that Miles could put his free arm around you. You kissed Benny’s little forehead before placing another on Miles’s cheek. “Looks like it’s gonna be a good night for everybody,” Miles teased.

“Says you,” you half laughed. “Little man’s gonna need to go upstairs for bed soon.”

“Let him stay up a bit longer,” Kathy said with a wave of her hand. “You three just got here and we’ve got nowhere to go and nothing to do.”

Miles placed a soft kiss on your cheek as his mother and father shot the shit back and forth with each other. “Can’t think of a better way to spend the night.”

“As long as it’s with you and Benny,” you told him.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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