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Fall Into Me - Chapter Six: And I Knew My Heart Wasn't Mine

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Two idiots falling in love. Finally some smut-ish stuff. Dry humping on the couch. Joel is his own warning. Tommy keeping it real. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad.

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Chapter Five | Main Masterlist

Sitting at the kitchen table on Sunday morning, you reviewed an email on your phone from the Texas Education Agency. Relief washed over you. The State Board finally approved your certification after jumping through a million hoops, just in time for your upcoming meeting at Sarah’s school.

Yet another step closer to finally feeling like an actual adult contributing to society.

“Morning, Spud,” your dad greeted as he walked into the kitchen in search of his morning coffee. “You’re up early. Did you have fun with Sarah yesterday?”

“I figured I’d seize the day and all that. I had a blast yesterday! Sarah is so smart, and Joel was really nice, as always,” you replied, playing down quite how much of a roll Joel had in making the day so enjoyable. You still couldn’t believe how things worked out.

Joel Miller, dead sexy single father, liked you, wanted to be with you. Little morsels of doubt tried to weasel their way into your mind, trying to make you question what was so special about you that a man like Joel would be interested in. You shook those thoughts away, resolving to believe that you deserved someone like him, someone who liked you for who you were and not who they wanted you to be.

“He comes from good stock, that Joel,” your dad interrupted you’re wandering thoughts. “Not sure what happened with Tommy, though. Musta been dropped on his head as a baby or somethin’.”

“Dad!” you laughed, shaking your head. “There’s nothing wrong with the guy. He’s young, single, and unburdened by responsibility. I imagine you were like that once upon a time.”

“Musta been so long ago I can’t remember,” he replied, hip checking you into the counter when you stood to place your glass in the sink. “Watch yourself there, Spud.”

“Jeez, thanks, Dad,” you replied with an amused eye roll. Your dad watched as you tidied up your little mess from breakfast and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“You know, Spud. You’d do well to find a man like Joel. He’s a really good guy. Shame he doesn’t date. All the women go crazy over him.”

Your dad kept going on about Joel’s aversion to dating, but your mind froze on that one simple statement – you’d do well to find a man like Joel. You tuned back in just in time to hear him say, “He needs to settle down with a girl like you. Someone smart and responsible who’ll still give him a run for his money.”

Practically bursting with the urge to admit that you and Joel just officially started seeing each other, you curled your lips between your teeth and just nodded. You promised Joel you’d wait a bit before mentioning anything to your dad and you planned on keeping that promise. “He should be so lucky to find someone like me,” you sassed finally.

The day carried on as you spent some quality time with your dad watching TV and lounging around. It was refreshing and relaxing, reminding you of times past where the two of you spent a bunch of time together.

The urge to text you plagued Joel all day Sunday, distracting his attention from the football game until Tommy finally snatched the phone out of his hands and hid it.

“Enough, brother. You’re like a lovesick fool checking your phone every five fuckin’ seconds. You just spent the day together yesterday. Give her a little breathin’ room,” Tommy chastised. “Women like a little mystery after all.”

Flopping back into the couch cushions with a huff, Joel crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t want to play games with her, Tommy. None of that aloof, hard to get bullshit.”

Shaking his head, Tommy waited until a commercial break to turn to his brother again. “I’m not sayin’ to play games. I’m just sayin’ you don’t need to be up her ass 24/7. You’ll see her every day this week. It’s ok to build up a little healthy anticipation today.”

Joel knew his brother had a point. He just couldn’t help himself. It’d been so long since he felt like this about someone – if he ever really did before – and it was messing with his head. Berating himself for not even kissing you yesterday, Joel wanted to at least text with you today. It felt somehow wrong to not talk to you.

Then again, you hadn’t texted him either.

Tommy made a valiant effort to distract Joel from his thoughts, talking statistics about the game and the players, anything to get the guy talking. It only worked for so long before Tommy couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, how ‘bout this. I’ll take Sarah for a dinner and ice cream date tomorrow so you two can spend some time alone. Get a little action in and maybe that’ll help you get your head out of the clouds.”

For the first time in hours, Joel’s face lit up. “You sure?”

“I wouldn’t offer otherwise,” Tommy replied. “You two need to figure out if there’s something there and you can’t do that with a ten-year-old hanging around all the time. Not unless you want to scar her for life.”

Joel nodded, reaching out to take his phone back. Before letting go of it, Tommy grinned. “I already texted her for you. You’re welcome.”

Ripping his phone out of his brother’s hand, Joel scrolled through his text messages to find what Tommy sent you.

JM: Hey sweetheart. Netflix and chill tomorrow?

He only knew what that meant because of Tommy and you had to know that wasn’t something Joel would say. “Jesus fucking Christ, Tommy!” Joel growled, his ears turning red from what you must think. He was about to really lay into his brother for overstepping when you responded.

You: Netflix and chill, huh? Sounds like my kinda date 😉

Not expecting that response, Joel chuckled. Maybe Tommy knew exactly what he was doing after all.

“Like I said, you’re welcome,” Tommy teased when he saw the goofy smile on his brother’s face.

Joel ignored him, proceeding to ask you about your day. The two of you texted back and forth well into the night until it was time for bed.

Climbing between the cold sheets of his large, empty bed, Joel wished you were there with him. He could already imagine you there, falling asleep together after a romp or two, waking up next to you in the morning. It sounded like heaven to him.

Hmm, maybe he could Netflix and chill his way to convincing you to spend the night tomorrow.

You didn’t know what to expect when you walked into Joel’s house Monday morning, but it certainly wasn’t a flustered Joel, knelt on the floor, staring down at a mess of pancake mix surrounding him and Sarah giggling her little heart out at the breakfast table.

“What happened here?” you asked, hands on your hips and eyes surveying the damage. “Did you have a fight with the boxed pancake mix.”

“He really did!” Sarah exclaimed, still laughing. “It went everywhere!”

“I see that,” you replied, grinning at her before turning back to Joel.

He stared up at you with wide, sad eyes and shoulders slumped. “I couldn’t get it open and then it just…” His arms spread wide, gesturing at the powdery mess on the tile in such an endearing way. You couldn’t stop your smile from growing wider.

“Go finish getting ready for work. I’ll get Sarah some cereal and clean this mess up,” you directed, gently pulling him to his feet and around the mess.

“You shouldn’t have to clean up my mess, sweetheart,” Joel replied, pulling you in for a hug. You could tell the warm press of your bodies together made him feel better and you basked in it as well, not minding the bit of pancake mix that transferred to your clothes.

“Don’t worry, I got it. Now git!” One hand swatted at his ass playfully as he rushed out of the room. “Now, what kind of cereal do you want, nugget?”

Fifteen minutes later, Joel returned to find the mess gone and you running a mop over the tile to wipe away any last remnants of the pancake mix disaster. Sarah already finished her cereal and was upstairs brushing her teeth before it was time to head to school. When you put the mop back into the bucket, Joel crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you close until your back was flush against his chest.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathed in your ear, sending a flood of goosebumps down your arms. Joel pressed his lips to the spot just below your ear and left a trail of kisses down your neck. The feel of his lips on your skin exceeded any expectations you had, and a contented sigh left your own lips.

With a hurried tenderness, he spun you around in his arms, the mop forgotten as it nearly fell out of the bucket. Faces close together now, your eyes drank in every detail of him from the richness of his dark brown eyes, the curve of his nose, the purposeful stubble of his beard, and, finally, to the fullness of his bottom lip. You could feel his eyes doing the same, drinking in every bit of your face before tilting his head impossibly closer.

“I’m going to kiss you now, ok?” Joel murmured; lips nearly pressed to yours already and you hummed in approval.

After all the weeks of mutual pining and self-doubt, Joel finally kissed you. It started as a soft press of lips and quickly morphed into an overwhelming need to devour each other when his tongue teased along the seam of your lips, begging entry to deepen the kiss. Teeth knocked together and tongues tangled as you tasted each other – somehow, the taste of coffee was suddenly appealing when it came from Joel’s mouth.

Hands wandered – his over your curves and yours into his luscious, dark curls. Joel’s hair felt as silky as it looked, and you had been itching to get your fingers in it from the moment you met him.

The sound of Sarah’s footsteps bouncing down the stairs broke the two of you apart, breathless, and dazed.

“Wow,” Joel murmured, struggling to remove his hands from your waist.

You smiled up at him, equally unwilling to remove your fingers from his hair. “Exactly,” you whispered, stepping back with your hands at your side just as Sarah entered the kitchen.

“I’m ready!” she declared excitedly and you both grinned at her cuteness.

“Okay, nugget. Let’s head out.”

Heart melting in your chest, you watched Joel and Sarah do their morning routine of saying goodbye. The love between the two of them was so strong it was like a tangible thing you could hold in your hands. Nostalgia washed over you as memories of your own childhood, moments like this with your dad, flooded your mind. What you had with your dad, what Joel and Sarah had together, was a connection that would never fade, only grow stronger with time.

Briefly, you wondered if your evolving relationship with Joel would affect that connection, interfere with it in anyway. You couldn’t move forward with him if that was the case. Some woman showing up and changing the dynamic between you and your dad would have upset you as a child and you refused to be the cause of any upset Sarah felt.

When the two of them stepped back from their hug and grinned at you, any question about your place in their dynamic washed down the drain. You felt nearly dizzy with relief when Sarah quickly said, “Give her a hug, too, Daddy,” and shoved him as hard as she could in your direction.

With a chuckle, Joel gave in to Sarah’s demand, wrapping his arms around you. The broadness of him surrounded you, enveloping you in warmth and a sense of security you’d not experienced before. Was that what love felt like?

“Have a good day, darlin’. I’ll see you later,” Joel’s deep voice was but a whisper in your ear, his lips just grazing your earlobe. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

Warmth raced up your neck to your cheeks and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation of what you hoped would happen later. “You have a good day too, Joel. Be careful, ok?”

“Always, darlin’.” He winked as you led Sarah out the front door to your car.

The journey to Sarah’s school started off quietly, Sarah bopping along to the music on the radio as you navigated the morning traffic. Your thoughts wandered to what you should wear later when Sarah startled you with a sudden question.

“Are you my dad’s girlfriend now?”

She asked the question so nonchalantly that you weren’t sure how to respond. Would she be upset with whatever answer you gave? Was there even a right or wrong answer? What did she want to hear? Mind racing, you settled on asking Sarah a question in return.

“Would you be upset if I was?”

Tilting her head side to side a few times, the little girl contemplated her answer while you held your breath. She turned to you with a smile so big it scrunched up her nose. “Nope! It’d make me really happy.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows were nearly at your hairline.

“Uh huh. You’re the coolest and prettiest. My dad would be lucky if you were his girlfriend,” Sarah admitted with all the confidence and knowledge of a ten-year-old. Another head tilt and she added, “So, are you?”

Equal parts amazed and grateful for Sarah’s acceptance of the idea, you opted for honesty. “I mean, I don’t know,” you shrugged. How could you explain what you had to a 10-year-old? “We haven’t talked about naming it yet, but we did decide to see how we like being together. Does that make sense?”

Sarah gave it a moment of thought. “Yeah, I think so. It’s kinda like how you’re a teacher, but not officially until you get the job, right?”

You laughed at the comparison with a nod. “Exactly. I’m as good as your dad’s girlfriend, we just haven’t made titles official yet.” You pulled up in front of the school and it was Sarah’s turn to get out. “Now get going, nugget. Have a good day!”

The little girl bounced out of the car, calling out to one of her friends. Just before you pulled away, you heard Sarah tell the other girl that you were her dad’s not-yet girlfriend.

The day absolutely dragged. Joel could swear that time went backwards every time he looked at a clock. It didn’t help that every single subcontractor gave him a hard time about something today.

The roof trusses arrived six weeks early and the sub refused to take them back even though the damn things would rot before they got to the roofing phase of construction. The company he rented the extra backhoe from wanted to raise their rates in the middle of his contract. The list went on and Joel ran out of patience three hours ago.

The only thing holding him together was the thought of you. Spending time with you. Kissing you. Touching you. Burying himself inside you… He adjusted himself with a sigh. Damn, he needed to put those particular thoughts on ice before he got himself riled up. The workday was shitty enough, he didn’t need the guys giving him a hard time about an untimely chub in his pants.

Finally, Joel had enough of everyone’s bullshit and called it a day, leaving his foreman in charge of the worksite.

“Off to doll yourself up, are ya?” Tommy teased as Joel headed for his truck. Gesturing in the general direction of Joel’s crotch, he added, “You remember how to use that thing? Make sure to clear out the cobwebs and use protection!”

“Jesus, Tommy,” Joel grumbled, climbing into his truck, and driving off. He knew his brother was only teasing, but Joel was nervous enough as it was. He didn’t need Tommy getting in his head. He did have a point about protection, though.

A quick stop at the convenience store to grab a box of condoms, Joel made it home before you and Sarah. Putting on some 90s rock, he jumped in the shower, putting in the extra effort to tidy himself up down there. He wondered if you preferred pubic hair or not. Fearing he was getting way ahead of himself, Joel opted to just trim his down and hoped for the best.

By the time he finished trimming his facial hair and tousling his curls, you and Sarah were downstairs, working on her homework. As he walked down the stairs, Joel could hear you encouraging his daughter to think the questions through and congratulating her when she got the answers right. His heart grew three sizes watching how you were with Sarah. You held his whole world in the palm of your hand and treasured it like the precious cargo it was.

Joel was falling so hard for you. You were quickly gaining the power to destroy him.

“Hi Daddy!” Sarah called out when she spotted him in the doorway. “We just finished my math homework. Can I play in the backyard?”

He set up a tire swing on the large live oak out back a week ago and it quickly became his little girl’s happy place. “Of course, nugget. Come give your old man a hug first.” Bending down, Joel swept Sarah up in his arms, biceps stretching his shirt sleeves as he swung her around in a circle. Sarah’s laughter echoed through the room, and you smiled sweetly at the pair of them.

“Uncle Tommy’s coming to take you out for dinner and ice cream in a bit. Ok?” Sarah nodded when he settled her back on her feet and raced for the sliding door. Once she was out of sight and earshot, Joel turned to you. “Come ‘ere, darlin’,” he said, voice deep and velvety.

Your body followed his command without conscious thought, so great the need to be in his arms. “I thought about you all day,” you admitted, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Me, too. Could hardly focus on the job thinking about you and spending this evening together.” He tightened his arms around you, head bending to seal his lips to yours. When your lips parted at his prompting, Joel teased your plush bottom lip with his teeth. “It’s like a tasty little gummy worm,” he teased. “I could nibble on it all day.”

You moaned into his mouth, the little breathless sound music to his ears.

The kiss deepened until you were licking into each other’s mouths, hands wandering and grasping for purchase on any piece of real estate you could reach. Neither of you heard the front door open or the footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“Am I interrupting somethin’?” he asked cheekily as the two of you sprang apart, disheveled and gasping for breath.

Joel ran a hand down his face, closing his eyes for a moment to gather himself. “Excellent timing as always, brother.”

“Y’all just couldn’t wait five more minutes, could ya?” Tommy’s grin a mile wide as he teased. “Lemme get the nugget out of here before you two scar her for life.”

You tucked your face into Joel’s shoulder bashfully when Tommy slipped through the sliding door. Joel groaned and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t mind him, darlin’. He just likes to bust my balls.”

Ten minutes later, after some hugs from Sarah and more teasing from Tommy, you and Joel were alone. Taking your hand, he led you to the couch. He hoped you didn’t notice that his rough palms were sweaty with nerves. You were abnormally quiet, and he wondered if you were nervous as well.

Seated a few inches apart, the tension became too much. “What are you in the mood for?” Joel asked, breaking the silence as he pulled up Netflix on the TV. He barely logged into his account when you suddenly straddled his lap.

“Hi,” you said when he stared at you in surprise. “You know what I’m in the mood for?”

“What?” He barely got his mouth to form the word, his brain short circuiting with you in his lap. His grip on the remote loosened, yet neither of you cared when it fell to the ground.

“You.”

There was a moment where you both froze, each waiting for the other to act first. Then the tension snapped, and Joel’s lips crashed against yours. His tongue danced along the seam of your lips until you opened them to let him in. Tongues tangled in a never-ending dance as your hips tilted, grinding down on him. Joel was uncomfortably hard in moments, pressing up against your warmth.

His hands were everywhere, fingers tenderly tracing the structure of your cheekbones, down the curve of your neck, along the swell of your breasts. They finally settled, grabbing handfuls of your ass to pull you impossibly closer. You moaned into his mouth, hips bucking in search of more friction.

Gasping for breath, Joel tore his mouth from yours, his hands urging your hips into a rhythm as you dry humped him. His mouth left a trail of scorching kisses down your neck, eliciting a wave of goosebumps to flow down your arms. Your hips rocked, gliding across his hardened length and Joel swore he could feel your wetness breaching through the layer of clothes separating you.

Fuck, how he wanted to taste you, get high on your sweet nectar. He knew, just knew in that primal way, that yours would be the best pussy he ever tasted. His cock swelled impossibly harder at the mere thought of burying his face between your legs.

“Jooooeeelllll.” His name coming from your luscious lips in a drawn-out moan caused his own hips to buck up into you, hitting just the right spot to make you both see stars from the friction alone. His mouth sucked little marks into your neck, leaving his left ear exposed to your mouth as crooned, “I’m gonna come, fuck. You’re gonna make me come in my panties, Joel.”

“Fuck, darlin’. Come all over me, pretty girl. I want to see you fall apart from grinding on me like this. Drench those panties.” Joel sat back a little, just enough to watch your face as your orgasm swept over you. It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, eyes rolled back in your head, mouth hanging open in a silent ‘o’ as you trembled above him, delicate hands clenching the meat of his shoulders for balance. A little sheen of sweat dusted your hairline. Fucking beautiful.

Joel was absolutely certain he could feel you drenching his pants as you came, your breath finally coming back in a sharp exhale. He had never been so turned on in his life. Watching you come apart for him, feeling it seep through the layers of clothing became too much. For the first time in his adult life, Joel Miller came in his pants with a desperate whimper.

tbc

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whyamisposts · 1 year

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honestly the most pathetic feeling is when you get in a fight with someone because all you did was express what made you upset and instead of apologizing, they find a way to make you feel bad about it so you’re left regretting even saying anything at all.

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writeforfandoms · 11 months

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Fall Into Me 4

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Remember I told you we are going to switch POVs? Yeah. We’re switching it up again, and every other chapter will be Rose (odds) or one of the guys (evens).

This time, we get a chance to see what Price thinks of all this!

Warnings: Swearing, razzing each other, poking fun. Little bit of Spanish.

Word count: 1.4k

Price leaned back in his chair, pressing his fingers into his eyes until stars burst in the darkness of his vision. Then he sighed, rolling his neck to a few very satisfying pops.

There were certain aspects of this new life that he didn’t like. Not that he’d give up on it, not now. Not after everything.

Soft laughter caught his attention and he lifted his head, frowning. That was very much not one of his team, and he hadn’t been expecting any visitors. So who–?

“Cap! We’ve got goodies!” Gaz called.

With a sigh, Price got to his feet, stepping out of his office. And then he paused.

Gaz and Soap were flanking Rose, who was carrying a pastry box. Soap had a tray of drinks, while Gaz carried the last two. Rose was a little pink still, from whatever someone had said to her, but her smile was as sweet as always.

“They’re just leftovers,” she demurred, setting the box down on the nearest desk. Soap’s, of course. “They were going to get donated anyway.”

“Kind of you.” Price smiled a little, leaning his hip against the doorway. Now that he was paying attention, he could see Ghost watching her from his spot. Ale and Rudy, who had been in Ale’s office, had both popped their heads out to look as well.

“It’s nothing.” She waved off the compliment.

“I’m surprised you could step away from the shop.” Price was careful to keep his observation neutral.

“Oh, I closed early today.” Her gaze slid to the side. “I have a couple personal things to get done.”

Price was absolutely not going to question that. “Then it is extra sweet of you to bring these up to us before you go.”

That got her to blush. Gaz met his eyes, and Price was pretty sure they were both thinking the same thing: she was too damn pretty when she blushed like that.

“Well! The cookies are there, you all get to wrestle your drinks from Soap and Gaz, I’m not getting involved in that.” She took a step back, hands up. “Have a good night.”

“You too,” Price murmured, hearing a few of the others echo the sentiment. Her hair was loose now, dark curls bouncing slightly as she turned and left, a little spring in her step. And Price wasn’t the only one who noticed - Ghost was still watching her, and Soap had half-turned to watch her go.

This could be very interesting indeed.

Price sauntered over to Gaz, quite confident in who had his drink. Sure enough, Gaz handed it over without complaint.

“What prompted this?” he asked softly, curling his fingers around the cup. The handwriting on his cup was messy and curly, but still clear. He was not endeared. Not at all.

“Soap and I just went down to get a drink, take a break,” Gaz murmured. “She brought up the cookies. Of course Soap said yes immediately.”

Price snorted. “Course.”

“Then she suggested drinks and was making them up before we even responded.” Gaz shrugged, looking thoughtful.

Price nodded slowly. That was curious. He’d noticed a little shift in her behavior towards them. Nothing bad, but there were times she tried to keep a professional distance, and times like this when she utterly failed and treated them more as friends. It made him wonder.

Then again, they were warming up to her, too. Soap and Gaz already spent time in the shop chatting with her by their own admission, and Price knew he’d seen Ghost go down there voluntarily on his own a few times.

There were a lot of things to consider. Price had an idea of what was going on. Just a little one. And he didn’t quite have the time to test this theory yet. But he would.

And if he didn’t, Gaz would. The only one close to reading the team as accurately as Price was Gaz.

The two exchanged one more look, the familiarity of running ops together still putting them on the same track, nodded once, and retreated to their own work spaces. For now.

Price arranged the Friday meeting to be held at a bar. After the work day, of course. He mainly roped the others into it by saying he’d buy the first round and would then no longer be responsible for them.

But really, he wanted to get them all in one place, out of the office, to discuss a potential problem.

Fortunately, Gaz was in on the agenda.

After ordering and chattering for a few minutes, Price sat back and watched as Gaz brought the topic around.

“Did you see Rose’s hair today?” The question was innocent enough. Price really couldn’t help but be proud of him.

“Who didn’t?” Soap asked, grinning. “Looks good straight, too.”

“Unlike you,” Ale drawled, so dry and easy that for a moment there was silence. Then the table erupted in laughter at Soap’s expense, making the Scot pout.

“I know where you live, hermano,” Soap grumbled without any real heat to his words.

“I wonder why she straightened it.” Rudy shrugged when Ale shot him a questioning look. “My little sister used to complain all the time about how long it took, and her hair was not so…” He twirled one finger to imitate the tight curls.

Ale shrugged. “She didn’t need to,” he said, leaning back in his own seat. “Always looks good, no?”

Soap looked around the table with dawning understanding, while Gaz smirked into his drink.

“It’s the smile,” Rudy added with a tiny smile of his own.

“Wait.” Soap held up one hand, looking around the table. “All of you…?”

Price smirked, raising his glass to take a leisurely sip. This was going to be good.

“What?” Ale demanded, frowning. But he was quick to put it together too. “Ah. I see. She is certainly worthy of attention.”

“But all of you?” Soap asked again, a little despairing.

Ghost shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. But Price knew him well, knew that he was at least interested in someone who had caught his teammates’ attention.

When Soap met his eyes, Price simply nodded once.

“Well. This is a right mess.” Gaz sounded far too cheerful about it, too. Price was tempted to kick him under the table.

Soap scratched at his jaw, glancing around the table. “So, uh. Guess we’ve got some dinner discussion.”

Ghost finished his drink just as a second round was set down. “Not much to discuss,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So you’re gonna step back, then?” Gaz needled, tipping his chin in silent challenge.

“Are you?” Rudy raised one eyebrow at Gaz.

“Nah.” Gaz grinned. “She’s adorable when she blushes, I’m not giving that up.”

Silence fell over the table for a minute as they all drank and pondered how to proceed. It wasn’t like they could all share her.

Well. Probably.

Price shelved that thought for later.

“There is, of course, a clear answer here,” Ale said, teasing clear in his voice. “You all give up before I show you up with how to treat a lady.”

There was a good-natured round of booing at that, and Price chuckled.

“You’re not the only one knows how to show someone a good time, hermano,” Soap added, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Ghost rolled his eyes. “She might shoot you down,” he pointed out.

“She might.” Soap shrugged. “Just have to give her a good reason not to.”

“Assuming she doesn’t say yes to me first.” Gaz grinned with an over-the-top waggle of his eyebrows, just to watch Soap huff and shove him.

“Just let her decide,” Ghost grumbled.

Silence fell over the table for a minute as they all thought about it. Of course it would be her choice in the end, but…

“Nothing saying we can’t make it a bit of a competition.” Gaz was the one to suggest it. Price wasn’t surprised, and wouldn’t be surprised if that had been his goal all along. Gaz could get very competitive when the mood struck him.

“What do you have in mind?” Ale leaned forward a bit, eyes bright.

Gaz shrugged. “Well, if we’re gonna be pursuing her anyway, can’t hurt to keep score.”

“No fucking each other over,” Price immediately said, laying down the law. “And no letting this affect work.”

“Aye, Captain,” Soap agreed easily, while Gaz and Ghost just nodded. A quick look at Ale and Rudy showed their compliance as well.

Price nodded and smirked. “May the best man win.”

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Scene: Season 2 Episode 1 Out

Scene: Season 2 Episode 8 Perfect

Song: Fall Into Me

Artist: Forest Blakk

#heartstopper #kit connor #nick nelson #joe locke #alice oseman #heartstopper netflix #charlie spring #netflix #video editing #heartstopperedit #fall into me #forest blakk #nick and charlie

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poetrybyonur · 2 years

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Trust. It’s not just about telling the truth or not telling lies. It’s something much, much deeper than that. It’s being able to be comfortable with someone. It’s understanding and being understood. It means to have the certainty that a person will catch you if you fall, or that the person has your back even when you’re not there. It’s being able to give your heart and soul to someone knowing they will not break it. Trust is earned, not given freely. Once you have gained a person’s trust, don’t take that shit lightly. Because once it’s broken, it can never be mended.

An elfchen style poem I wrote around two years ago.

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howlingday · 1 year

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Jaune plan to propose to his girlfriend Ruby so he took her to one of her favorite places and he surprises her with music thanks to their friends and Jaune shows up a guitar. The song is Fall Into Me- Peyton Parrish.

"It's just through here."

"I know, Jaune." Ruby giggled. "We've already been to this spot a hundred times."

"Oh, uh, sorry, Ruby." Jaune awkwardly chuckled. "I was kind of talking to myself."

"Why?" Ruby asked rushing ahead of Jaune. She pushed a branch out of her way, which swung back into Jaune's chest. It almost knocked the wind out of him, and he ducked down once he recovered. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Jaune waved off." I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose."

"After all the years we've known each other?" Ruby raised her brow as she walked backwards. "Maybe. But maybe I've changed."

"Maybe." Jaune sighed. "But only that you've gotten more beautiful with age." Ruby flushed at the comment and covered her face with her hood. Before she could trip, Jaune caught her and held her close to his chest. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, Jaune." Ruby giggled. "I wasn't going to fall."

"Right." Jaune smiled, pulling away. He passed by her and pushed through more foliage to reveal the final stretch to their secret spot in the Emerald Forest.

It was a secluded spot not far from their initiation destination, where they retrieved their pieces and battled against both a Nevermore and a Deathstalker. Just a ways across the field was a cluster of trees with a stump in the center. The sun was nearing it's end as the greens shined closer to yellow as the sky became more and more orange.

"For the lady who saved all of Remnant." Jaune pulled away a thicket hiding their secluded love nest. Sitting on the stump was a guitar case.

"Why thank you, Mr. Headmaster." Ruby said with a bow before passing through the trees. Jaune rolled his eyes at the title as he followed her.

Emergency lights hung from the branches with flowers spread around the stump, all of which Ruby marveled at. As she spun to mouth her amazement, she tripped and fell, only to be caught by Jaune again. He smiled.

"This proves nothing." She pouted.

"I know." He said. "You're always landing on your feet, and you don't need me to catch you." His eyelids fell down as she felt his heart pound into her hand through his armored chest. "But that doesn't mean I won't be there to catch you anyways. You know you can fall into me, right?"

"Jaune..." As Jaune brought her to her feet, he took her hands and kissed them. He let go, something she didn't want him to do, and strode to the case. He opened it, pulling out the same guitar he bought so long ago to serenade her partner. And now he would play it for her.

"I love you, Ruby." He said without looking at her. He turned to her, and sat down on the stump, strumming a few chords before playing.

The music was magical. It was tinged with love and romance. It was a song full of promises and desires. As she listened, memories of their times of rising from the point of hopelessness and falling together with every failure that tried to break them. Tried and failed.

As he strode towards her, he slipped slowly to his knees as his gaze smouldered into her silver eyes. She became lost in the vast ocean of his blue eyes, and found herself longing to stare into them forever. Soon, the song ended, and she realized the guitar fell from his hands softly to the grassy floor. She looked down at the beautiful diamond ring in a red velvet box.

"Ruby Rose," he asked, "will you marry me?"

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #fall into me #peyton parrish

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alythekitten · 1 year

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Welcome to my KiriBaku 12 months playlist! It's a little project I started on Patreon, I want to create a 12 songs playlist for their love, one song and one art every month 💕

My patrons voted for "Fall into me" by Forest Blakk for January, what a lovely way to start 🥰💕

I imagined this right after the Kamino rescue, with them definitely falling for each other ❤️🧡

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Some info! This art and the project it's not a Patreon Exclusive, I'm sharing every art on my socials every month, but the song is suggested and chosen by my patrons, even the tip jar level can suggest and vote 🥰 so think about it if you want to support me and join the project!

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#fan art #my art #mha #bnha #bakugou #kirishima #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bakugou x kirishima #patreon #kiribaku playlist #fall into me #Forest Blakk

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granuutti · 10 months

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Wanted to make some fanart of @writeforfandoms's oc Rose from Fall Into Me since the fanfic has been living rent free in my head. I first thougt I'd just do the stuff traditionally but then it kind of got out of hand and I wanted to do some digital stuff as well since I really wanted to get her hair and eye color in there.

Anyways, here ya go, Jen! ^-^

This was actually one of my first times drawing long curly hair so it was fun to learn as I went. Also I just thought it'd be cute that (since her name's same) she sometimes wears flower crowns or similar accessories. And as a cute easter egg I added little pins to symbolize all the guys. Unfortunately couldn’t think of any for Alejandro and Rodolfo so I drew the Mexican flag... yeah original I know 😂

Here's the digital drawings of Rose:

And I headcanon that Gaz, as the menace he is, would definitely wear a cap with a smiley on it because someone got it as a gag gift for him.

Wait no, I totally could've drawn a cowboy hat for the Los Vaqueros arrggh. Great. Just great to realize now after having drawn the whole thing and writing this post

Hehehe update: I went back and drew the hat because I couldn't just leave this injustice unrectified. Now the lads have two pins

Okay here's the officially finished piece:

#not my original character #fanart of fanfiction #fall into me #cod fanfic

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sohaspeaks · 10 months

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I know the type of love we can have is authentic, it’s pure

Corny and secure, I know I hurt you before

My love

Fall into me let me soothe you, I’ll be sure

To never leave and protect you to your core

‘Cause

Life is worth it when you have more to live for

And I can’t think of anything better

Than coming through that front door

To see your face and the smile I adore

That alone makes this life worth living

Mi amor

I’ll hold you tight, promise to never let go

So my darling, fall into me, I’ll be sure

To love and protect you, you’ll never be alone

And together we can weather any storm

You don’t have to hurt anymore.

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Fall Into Me

- soha.

#soha #art #poetry #poem #spilled thoughts #lit #spilled poetry #literature #beauty #writerscreed #poeticstories #spilled words #spilled ink #poetryportal #twcpoetry #love #fall into me #healing

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joelalorian · 2 months

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Fall Into Me

dbf!Joel x f!reader

The first TLOU fic I ever read was a dbf!Joel story and it left an indelible mark on my soul. Unfortunately, I never bookmarked it so I have no idea which one it was. It's only natural that I had to try my hand at one at some point. So, here we are.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 4.1k

Series Warnings: Mature to start, but will ultimately be Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. There will be angst, drama, fluff, humor, romance, smut... basically, the works. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname from her dad, which will be explained at some point.

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

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Chapter One: The Day That I Met You

If you asked him over a decade ago where he’d be now, Joel Miller would not have placed himself as a single father to a tenacious pre-teen desperately trying to keep things afloat. He spent too many hours in the week working to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He would be lost without the help of his brother and the few friends he had. He had no social life to speak of and could not for the life of him remember the last time he went on an actual date.

No, back then, Joel thought he’d be living the good life in ten years’ time – traveling, going out with the boys, maybe have a girlfriend or wife. Basically, just getting to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Don’t get him wrong, though. He was still living a good life; it just was a different sort of good than what he hoped for back in the day.

He loved his daughter with every fiber of his being. Sarah was the best damn thing that ever happened to him, his entire world, and he wouldn’t change the past ten years for anything. He bent over backwards doing whatever it took to make his little girl feel cared for, happy, and loved. He just wished there was a little energy left for something for himself at the end of the day.

Joel Miller was drained. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.

He awoke with a groan as the bright sunlight broke through the gap in his curtains. It was Saturday – his birthday – and he hoped to sleep in, at least a little. Between the brightness of the morning and the stifled sounds of clanging pans and voices carrying up the stairs from his kitchen, sleeping in was not happening.

He hauled himself out of bed with a groan worthy of a man twenty years his senior and stretched out his limbs to ease the achiness in his bare back and chest from too much manual labor. Throwing on a pair of well-worn sleep pants and a faded tee shirt, Joel slipped from his bedroom and down the stairs. He moved rather quietly for a man of his size, stealing a moment to lean against the entryway into the kitchen and watch as Sarah and Tommy worked together making breakfast.

The counters were a mess of spilled pancake mix, eggshells, and… was that coffee dripping over the edge and onto the floor? It was a toss-up on who made the bigger mess, his ten-year-old daughter, or his grown ass brother. Still, Joel could not stop the smile spreading across his face as he watched them laughing and teasing each other. That, right there, was the reason he worked so hard, why the loneliness was worth it.

When Tommy flipped the stovetop off, Sarah turned to find her dad smiling goofily at them. “Happy Birthday, Dad!” she exclaimed, launching herself at his chest. Her lanky arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her off the ground in a big bear hug.

“Thanks, baby girl,” Joel replied, pressing his lips to her forehead in a quick kiss before he settled her feet on the ground.

“We made you breakfast!” Sarah declared, gesturing toward the disaster zone formerly known as his kitchen.

“I see that,” he chuckled, voice still slightly rough with sleep.

Tommy turned with a smirk, hands grasping two plates filled with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. “Take a seat, brother. Let us take care of you on your birthday.” Placing the food on the small dining table, Tommy roughly patted his brother’s shoulders. “Don’t worry ‘bout the mess, I’m on cleanup duty after we eat.”

“We expectin’ company? That’s a helluva lot of food,” Joel grumbled. He needed coffee, stat.

“Yeah, JB is comin’ over to see ya before heading to the airport. His daughter finished grad school over the summer and is moving back home.” Tommy set more food and a full mug of dark roast coffee in front of his brother. The scent alone made Joel perk up a little.

The Millers hadn’t met you yet, having only become friends with your dad through work after you’d already left for college on the east coast. Your dad had a good decade on Joel, but he and the Miller brothers got on like a forest fire from what he told you. With visits home always short and rushed, busy catching up with family and your own friends, there was never time for your dad to introduce you all. Now you were coming home for good and would have plentiful opportunities for spending time with your dad and his friends.

“Speak of the devil,” Tommy muttered as the doorbell rang. Sarah bounded to the door to greet your dad with a hug. In many ways, the girl reminded him of you when you were young, and it always brought a smile to his face.

“There he is! The man of the hour. Happy Birthday, buddy!” Your dad, John, or JB as the Millers called him, ruffled Joel’s already mussed hair, leaving a few locks standing straight up in further disarray. Pulling a 12-pack of beer from behind his back, your dad set it on the table in front of Joel, topped with a little red bow. “I gotcha a lil’ something to celebrate.”

“Good man,” Joel replied with a chuckle. “Have a seat and help me eat all this. Tommy just told me your lil’ girl is coming home, finally.”

Your dad’s face lit up even more at the mention of you coming home. “She’s not so little anymore, but I sure am glad she’s moving back here. Said she had enough of the east coast, but I think she just missed her ol’ man.” After wolfing down some food, he added, “Think we could host a small barbecue here this coming weekend to celebrate? Your backyard is way nicer than mine and you got the pool and all.”

“Not to mention that fancy ass grill,” Tommy chimed in.

Swallowing a long sip of his morning go juice, Joel nodded. “Of course. Invite whoever you want. I’m looking forward to finally meeting your daughter.”

“Me too!” Sarah added. She heard a lot about you from your dad and hoped you were as cool in person as he made you out to be.

Joel’s mind started spinning upon hearing his daughter’s excitement. With her school hours being so different from his typical work hours, he was spending a small fortune on after school care for Sarah. She was still too young for him to leave home alone, especially on those days where he’s stuck late at a job. He was barely scraping by as it was and couldn’t really afford the cost of after school programs. Perhaps…

“JB, ya think your daughter would mind watching Sarah during the week while she’s home. Drop off and pick up from school and keeping her company ‘til I get home from work? I could pay her – it wouldn’t be much, but better than nothin’, I imagine.” He watched Sarah’s eyes light up at the suggestion and knew it was a good choice.

“I’m sure she’d love to. She wasn’t planning on finding a real job until after the holidays, so I know she’ll be free during the day,” your dad replied. “I’ll talk to her about it on the ride back from the airport and let you know.”

Three suitcases and a carry-on bag. That’s all you had left from six and a half years of pursuing higher education in North Carolina. You sold or gave away anything that did not fit into your luggage or hold sentimental value of your time away. Now, you were moving back home to save some money before you had to start chipping away at the mountain of student loan debt you accrued.

You loved learning, always have, but you were relieved to be done with school. Equipped with a bachelor’s degree in earth sciences and a master’s in education, you felt like a real adult ready to take the world of middle school by storm… well, starting after the new year, maybe. For now, you needed several months of limited to no responsibility to recoup your mental and physical energy. That last couple years of school really burned you out. Not to mention the last-minute rejection of a teaching position you thought was in the bag…

Anyway, you were better off leaving North Carolina behind and returning to Austin. You missed your dad something fierce and his particular brand of caring for you was exactly what your weary soul needed. It was you and him against the world, just like when you were a kid.

You flight was smooth and uneventful, yet you were relieved to deboard the plane. Something about being stuck in a tin can at the mercy of someone else’s ability to keep the thing from plummeting to the ground really aggravated your anxiety. Flying was something you would never enjoy; it was merely a means to an end when you wanted to travel long distances.

The journey to baggage claim was a slog with the crowd of passengers all heading to the same place. You were wondering how you’d wrangle three large suitcases by yourself when you caught sight of your dad. His broad smile took over his face when he spotted you, rushing over to sweep you up in a big bear hug.

“Hey Spud, how was the flight?” he asked as you waited for the baggage carousel to begin moving. “Looks like it was a full plane.”

“It was, but the flight was good. I’m really glad to be home.”

“Me, too, kid.”

You settled into a comfortable silence, watching various pieces of luggage pass by on the carousel. Your bags were scattered, and you had to wait several cycles to get all of them. Your dad lugged the final suitcase over the carousel with a grunt. “Jesus, what you got in this one? Bricks? A body?”

“That one has my gaming system and half a closet full of clothes,” you replied with a laugh.

Before long, everything was loaded into your dad’s truck, and you were heading back towards town. The radio hummed at a low volume as you both chatted about everything and nothing all at once.

“Hey, so I know you said you weren’t looking for full-time work until after the new year, but I have a proposition for you.” Your dad’s eyes stayed focused on the road, and you merely quirked a brow waiting for him to continue. “My buddy Joel – you know the one I told you about? Well, his daughter is ten and he needs some help with the school run and after school care. Our work hours aren’t exactly the same as elementary school, you know?”

You nodded, remembering all the times your dad spoke to you about Joel, as well as his daughter and brother. Despite never meeting them, you felt like you already knew their whole life story. “So, he’s looking for a nanny or something? I could do that. It would keep me from getting lazy while I navigate getting my Texas teaching certificate.”

Your dad grinned, one hand patting your leg. “I was hoping you’d say that. Joel will pay you, of course, but just… don’t expect much. It ain’t easy for him being a single dad trying to keep everything afloat.”

Again, you nodded, a soft smile creasing your lips. You knew all too well how challenging it could be for single parents, having grown up with just you and your dad. Much like what your dad told you about Joel’s experience with the mother of his child, your mom split when you were barely a toddler. Things weren’t always sunshine and roses, but your dad sure did his best to make sure you had a great life. Honestly, you wouldn’t trade it for the world, that life with your dad. You had a feeling it was much the same for Joel and his daughter.

“I’m happy to help, even if he doesn’t pay me. I’m sure his daughter will enjoy having a female influence in her life if nothing else. What’s her name again? Sarah?”

Your dad’s eyes twinkled with pride. “Yup, that’s it. I’m proud of the woman you’ve become, Spud.”

A mist of tears prickled your eyes as you mumbled out a “Thanks, dad.” After a beat, you added, “Must you keep up with that nickname?”

“Of course. You’ll always be my little Spud,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, by the way, we’re going to the Millers on Saturday for your welcome home party.”

“What’s all this?” Joel questioned as Tommy and Sarah placed a heavy, wrapped package on the table before him along with a few smaller presents. The remains of a birthday cake sat nearby, having been delightfully devoured by the Millers while celebrating Joel’s birthday.

“Just a little somethin’ from me and Sarah,” Tommy replied, a boyish grin alighting his handsome features.

Joel gazed between them with curiosity. Not big on celebrating his own aging, he rarely got big gifts. “You wanna help me open this, nugget?” Sarah’s eyes lit up, small hands reaching to tear the wrapping paper into shreds. It only took a few moments for the contents to be revealed, leaving Joel confused at the modern contraption sitting in front of him. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“You play video games on it, dumbass.” Tommy harumphed as he began a diatribe on the features of the gaming system – he had one just like it at his place and it provided hours of entertainment when he didn’t feel like going out. “I figured it would be a good hobby for you since you never want to join me in going out.”

“Huh,” Joel grunted in return, brows furrowed as he read the instructions on how to setup up the machine. His attention was diverted by Sarah shoving the smaller parcels into his lap.

“Here, dad! These go with it.” Together, they tore into the wrapping paper to find several video games, a few of which were family friendly. The final gift was a spare controller for the gaming system so he and Sarah could play together.

Despite still being unsure that the gift was a good fit for him, Joel was grateful to Tommy for the effort. “This is too much, man. You shouldn’t spend this kind of money on me, Tommy.”

His brother waved him off. “I found a great deal and you never get anything for yourself, brother. You deserve something to indulge in. Believe me, you’ll have fun with this.”

The rest of the evening was spent with Tommy setting up the system and showing the father-daughter duo how to play some of the games he picked out. The living room filled with lots of laughter and teasing, and Joel found himself really getting into the fun of the video games.

After tucking Sarah into bed, Tommy showed Joel a game that was too violent for the little girl but entertaining for the men. The game was set in Washington DC which had been ravaged by a brutal pandemic and the main character was part of a group of agents fighting off nefarious gangs trying to take over the city. Joel caught onto the gameplay quickly and the two men found themselves building the loadout for Joel’s character, taking out bad guys, and chatting well into the night.

At two in the morning, the pair looked at each other with bleary, red-rimmed eyes and finally called it a night. Joel directed Tommy to crash in the spare room as he shuffled off to bed upstairs.

It didn’t take you long to get settled into your dad’s house. It wasn’t the home you grew up in and you only visited a few times after he bought it. After years living away on your own, you thought it would be an adjustment being under his roof again, but it wasn’t. He understood the need for personal space and never hovered unless you were hurt or sick. He gave you the downstairs bedroom – it was the largest in the house, with an ensuite bath and huge walk-in closet.

“Dad, no! Why in the world is this not your room?” you questioned when he placed your bags on the brand-new, king size bed he had delivered the week prior.

“Hell no, Spud. What do I need all this space for? I like the upstairs rooms better – the light is all wrong in this one anyway.”

You looked around, holding in a giggle. The room faced south, giving you just the right amount of natural light all day. That’s what your dad didn’t like. He preferred to live like a bat in a cave with blackout curtains and limited lighting.

“Alright, well, I love it. The natural light is perfect for me. I can actually put some plants on the windowsills. Thank you!” You kissed his cheek as he left you to get settled.

You spent the week rearranging the bedroom how you wanted it, setting up your gaming system, and putting all your clothes into the walk-in closet. Your dad hadn’t done much with the room other than furnish it, so you made a few trips to the store to get a bathroom set, floor lamps, and wall décor to make the room your own.

Before you knew it, Saturday morning dawned bright and warm. The day of your welcome home gathering arrived, and you would finally get to meet the Millers. An excited energy had you moving about your space in a flurry, tidying up and getting ready early. You’d seen some photos of the Millers that your dad sent you – Sarah was adorable with her dark, springy curls, and Joel… Joel was handsome, in a broody, overworked kind of way, with dark, riotous curls and big, warm chocolate eyes. Kind eyes, you called them.

“Hey Spud, you ready?” your dad called from the kitchen as you put the finishing touches on your hair. It was pinned up, leaving the smooth skin of your neck bare. The sundress you picked hugged your curves in just the right way, falling just at your knees in a flow of lightweight material. In early October, Austin was still hot, and you hoped the Millers’ yard was shaded.

“Bring a swimsuit! They have a pool!” he yelled as you grabbed the last of your things. Turning back to your closet, you grabbed a dark green one-piece suitable for family-friendly swimming and tucked it into your bag.

“I’m ready!”

Your dad smiled at the sight of you. “Let’s go then. We’re heading over early so you can officially meet the Millers and we’ll help them setup before everyone else arrives.”

“Sounds good. Who all’s coming anyway?” Your eyes widened as your dad rattled off a list of people he invited, including his work buddies and some of his and Joel’s neighbors. He would have invited some of your old friends from high school, but you all lost touch over the years. The party was turning out bigger than you thought. Your heart swelled with how happy your dad was to have you home for good.

The Millers lived in the same neighborhood, only a few blocks away, so close you could have walked if not for the scorching sun. The drive took only a few minutes before your dad pulled into the driveway of a two-story home similar to your dad’s, with simple landscaping and two wooden rocking chairs on the wide porch. Lovely and quaint, the house made you more curious about the people who lived there.

“Dayum! Get a load a JB’s daughter, Joel,” Tommy called from the living room, leaning over the couch to look out the front window. “She’s smokin’ hot!”

“Dammit, Tommy. Stop spying on ‘em,” Joel growled, sneaking a peek over his brother’s shoulder to do a little hypocritical spying of his own. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of you and he couldn’t break his gaze away, even as JB led you toward the front door.

“What was that about spyin’, brother?” Tommy teased, practically dragging Joel away from the window as a knock sounded against the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”

Tommy opened the heavy wooden door revealing the pair of you standing there, matching bright eyes and wide grins greeting him. “Well, hello there, beautiful. I’m Tommy.” Reaching a hand toward you, Tommy completely ignored JB, who just scowled at him.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy,” you replied, offering him your hand and name in return. Joel’s scowl matched your dad’s expression as Tommy held your hand for several beats too long.

“Back off, Tommy,” your dad grunted, swatting at the younger Miller brother. “This here is Tommy’s brother, Joel. The one who actually owns this house and the better Miller, if you ask me.”

“Ain’t no one askin’ you, old man,” Tommy’s smart mouth shot back at your dad.

Joel ignored both men, eyes like dark pools as he gazed at you, awed at how small and delicate your hand felt in his. “Howdy, darlin’,” his voice rumbled from his chest. “Come on in. There’s someone else lookin’ forward to meeting you.”

Leading the way through the kitchen into the backyard, Joel felt the heat of your gaze burning his back. Were you checking him out? There was no way. You were beautiful and likely in your early twenties. He felt ancient, though he was only in his early thirties, the hard labor of construction work having taken its toll on him.

“Hi Dad!” a young, sweet voice called from a small swing set where a precious little girl entertained herself. “Who’s this?”

Joel introduced you to his daughter, leaving the two of you to get acquainted as your dad called him away.

“You were away at college?” Sarah questioned, motioning for you to take a seat on the swing next to hers.

“I was,” you replied. “But I’m back for good now.”

“That’s good. What grade did you get to? I’m in fourth grade.”

You thought about it a moment. “I guess it would be 18th grade. But you stop counting grade numbers after 12th and start using different words to describe what year you’re in during college.”

Sarah listened raptly while you explained the different terms, what you studied in school, and what kind of job you were hoping to get.

“You want to be a teacher?” she asked, awed.

“I do! I want to teach middle grade science.”

“I love science! Maybe you could be my teacher when I get to sixth grade!”

Joel returned with your dad and Tommy in tow to find you and Sarah having a blast. The little girl sat in your lap as you kicked your feet out, swinging as high as you could, singing some camp song you remembered from your youth.

“See? Told ya she’d love to spend time with Sarah,” your dad said to Joel. He couldn’t tear his gaze away, staring at the two of you with a glazed look in his dark eyes.

Shaking himself off, Joel turned to your dad. “Guess I better work out some details with her.” He stepped over to the swing set, taking a seat on the empty swing and hoping to the heavens above that it held his weight. He struggled internally on how to start the conversation and was just about to blurt something out when his amazing daughter saved the day.

“Dad! She wants to be a teacher! A science teacher! Isn’t that cool? Did you ask her about watching me yet? I think she’d love to.” Sarah rambled on excitedly, amusing you and Joel. Turning to you before Joel could chime in, Sarah turned to you with baby cow eyes, adding, “You would love to, right?”

How could you ever resist that look? No one could. Both you and Joel were powerless as you nodded, and the offer became official. Cell numbers were exchanged and before you knew it, you had a job starting Monday.

Hours later, slightly drunk on spiked fruit punch and buzzing with energy, you thanked Joel for hosting the barbecue and giving you a job. You kissed his stubbled cheek, forcing thoughts of how attractive he was as far down as they could go. You could not develop a crush on your boss. “I’ll see you Monday morning, bright and early!” you declared before following your dad through the front door.

TBC

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x female reader #the last of us #tlou #dbf!joel #Fall Into Me #pedro pascal #eventual smut #eventual romance

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fquinteros · 19 days

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Mixed technic's on canvas. Argentina 🇦🇷

#arte #dibujo #drawing #style #mixed technique #acrylic on canvas #canvas painting #art process #creative process #fall into me #dark art #surreal

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writeforfandoms · 6 months

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Fall Into Me 12

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The much awaited dinner date! Featuring flirting, food, and comfort. And some very minor shenanigans (cough Alejandro cough).

Warnings: Flirting, sweetness, seriously you might get cavities, nothing hurts everything is goodness, alcohol mention, playful flirting.

Word count: 1.8k

Eventual f!OC Rose x poly everyone

Rudy was not nervous, not really. He already knew dinner would go well - he’d done the shopping this morning to be sure he had all the ingredients, and Alejo knew to keep out of the kitchen. He knew they both got along well with Rose, he knew that Rose liked them both.

So there was nothing to be nervous about.

But he still found himself walking in to the coffee shop fifteen minutes early.

“Hi,” Rose greeted, grinning at him, warm and pleased. She finished up the last latte for a group of teens, handing it over with an easy smile and a wish for a good day. The girls clustered around one table, all of them on their phones, giggling and showing each other things.

“Hi.” Rudy stopped in front of the counter, giving her a quick once-over. Her hair was back in a low ponytail today, and she looked fine. Relaxed.

“Can I get you anything?” She leaned one hip against the bar, tipping her head up to him. “We could take some back to Alejandro, too, if you wanted.”

Warmth bloomed in his chest and he couldn’t help but smile. She was just too cute. “I’ll let you decide,” he said, watching her with undeniable fondness.

Rose tapped her fingers against the countertop before she nodded, grabbing two cups and starting to add coffee to them. Rudy was more than content to simply watch her, keeping one eye on the time. (Not that he was anxious to bring her home, not at all.)

The girls all trooped out of the shop, one of them calling back a thank you as she left. Rudy smiled a little to himself.

“So, what are we having for dinner?” Rose didn’t look up from making drinks, though he could see the smile tilting the corners of her lips.

“You’ll see.” Rudy grinned. He couldn’t help but tease her, just a little.

Rose snorted but didn’t actually push, just putting two cups on the counter in front of him. “I’ll give it a couple more minutes and then close up,” she said, raising one eyebrow at him.

“Take your time,” Rudy assured her, taking the two cups over to a table so he’d be out of the way. But he did watch as she worked on another cup, setting it aside before she started cleaning. She still looked tired, dark circles under her eyes, but she looked happier. And that was something he wanted to see more of, all the time. Because she deserved to be happy.

He was not a man to be startled by or scared of his own feelings. He knew himself and he was comfortable in his own skin. So he was not surprised by the affection in his heart just from watching her work.

He was eager to see her in the apartment he shared with Alejo. To see how she fit in. And he knew she would. She was too warm not to.

Rose finished cleaning and flipped the sign on the door to ‘closed’ before locking the doors. “I’ll just be another minute,” she said, only a touch anxious.

“No rush,” Rudy assured her. “Can I help?”

“Thanks, but I just have to grab my stuff and make sure everything is locked up in the back.” She smiled at him and ducked into the back, humming softly to herself even as the music turned off.

Rudy double checked that one door was locked tight before he gathered up the two coffees, eyeing the shop. He knew Alejo had some ideas, and Rudy could definitely help with at least one of them.

“Okay.” Rose reappeared from the back, adjusting her purse and flipping off the lights. “I’m ready.”

“Don’t forget your drink.” Rudy nodded to the cup she’d set aside earlier.

“Oh! Thank you, I would have forgotten.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Sometimes I swear I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.”

Rudy laughed quietly and held the door for her, waiting patiently while she locked up. “It is not a far walk,” he assured her, though he did eye the shopping bag slung over her shoulder.

“Not a problem, I like walking.” She flashed him a smile, keeping close and letting him lead. “So, how impatient was Alejandro yesterday?”

This laugh was startled out of him, and he shook his head. “You know him too well, bonita,” he murmured. “He was not visibly impatient.”

“Just privately,” Rose guessed, shaking her head. “Well, I suppose that’s fair - I’ve been a touch impatient today.”

“Oh?”

“Of course.” Though a blush rose to her cheeks, Rose still looked at him. “Don’t get me wrong, I love talking to you all in the shop, but it’s nice to see you outside of work, too.”

“I’m sure we will be doing more of this,” Rudy agreed, stopping at a light and taking a moment to look at her, only to find her already looking at him. Her blush deepened, spreading across her face, but she didn’t look away.

“I hope so,” she agreed. “Do you all live close enough to walk?”

Rudy shrugged. “Soap is the closest, then Gaz. They walk. Price sometimes drives, as does Ghost. It also depends on the needs of the day.”

“Makes sense.” Rose stepped off the curb, and Rudy kept an eye out, because he always did. “How much of the area have you explored?”

That topic lasted them the rest of the walk, talking about parks and tiny corner stores and hole in the wall restaurants they’d each discovered. By the time he unlocked the apartment door, Rudy had a list of places he wanted to try.

“Make yourself at home,” he told Rose, toeing his shoes off and carrying the coffees over to the table. He was careful to give her a bit of space to look around, let her familiarize herself with the space. It was a decent sized apartment for the two of them, with two bedrooms. The kitchen and living space were not separated, and large windows dominated one wall of the living area, letting in plenty of natural light. They hadn’t changed much about the coloring of the apartment, all warm neutrals, but they had brought things from home to make it more personal.

It was still a bit odd, to be here, but… Well. Things had changed.

That was sometimes the way of the world.

“I love these windows,” Rose said softly, walking up to the nearest one to look outside. “What a view.”

“Alejo likes it, too,” Rudy told her with an easy smile. “It’s part of why we chose this building.”

She slanted a look at him, and he could see her thinking things through. But she didn’t ask. Didn’t push. Just smiled and padded over to the kitchen, socked feet quiet on the floor.

“So! Where do we start?”

Rudy both was and wasn’t surprised at how well they worked together in the kitchen. He was used to tight quarters, to giving orders, to making things work. But this? The two of them? There was no making it work. There was soft talking and laughter and casual nudges and smiles. Rose moved around him, never in the way but always within arms-reach, learning the layout and helping wherever she could.

She just… fit, in a way that he rarely found. In the way that he and Alejo did. In the way that Soap and Ghost had, back in Las Almas.

That afternoon only secured his conviction that she belonged with them, one way or another.

The front door opened and pulled both of their attention away briefly from food prep. “You’re late,” Rudy called.

“Sorry.” Alejo didn’t sound very sorry, but that was typical. “Hola, cariño.” He stepped into the kitchen to pull Rose into a hug.

At least until Rudy swatted him.

“Out of the kitchen,” Rudy scolded. “Shoo.”

Rose very nearly cackled at the exaggerated pout on Alejo’s face. “You heard the boss,” she teased with absolutely zero sympathy.

Alejo pouted all the way to the couch, where he promptly got involved in something on his tablet. Rudy left him to it.

Alejo did rouse himself to set the table, opening a bottle of wine for the three of them to share. Rose helped carry food to the table, eyeing the dishes like she wasn’t sure where to start.

Rudy made sure he caught her reaction to her first taste. Her eyes went wide, then half-lidded as a nearly-vulgar sound escaped her throat.

“Oh my god that’s so good,” she muttered, looking down at her plate. “Holy shit.”

Rudy chuckled softly. “You’re welcome to dinner any time,” he murmured, catching Alejo’s eyes. “We’re both happy to have you.”

“Tempting,” Rose murmured, gaze flitting between the two men. Her smile was a little shy but a lot pleased. “Just means I’ll have to bake more for you.”

“Now who’s tempting?” Alejo shot back with an easy smile.

Rose laughed quietly. “Mutual temptation, then.”

Rudy just smiled. He could get used to this, and he knew Alejo wanted to as well.

Dinner passed easily, bantering and teasing keeping the conversation lively. Rudy was determined to send her home with the leftovers, a sentiment he knew Alejo shared.

“Do you have time to stay for a movie?” Rudy asked as he gathered up plates.

Rose considered that, checking her phone. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I’ve got time.”

“Go, relax,” Alejo said, shooing them back out of the kitchen. “I’ll wash up.”

“We have a deal,” Rudy said, gently guiding her to the couch. He dropped down on one end, giving her space to decide where she wanted to sit. “Whoever cooks does not have to clean.”

“Alejandro cooks too?” Rose sat next to him slowly, as if waiting for a chastisement. When it didn’t come, she relaxed back into the couch.

“He does,” Rudy agreed, glancing at her in amusement. “His mama’s recipes, mostly.”

“You kicked him out earlier.”

“He is also a menace when I am trying to cook.”

Rose giggled, slapping one hand over her mouth. Rudy just smiled, pleased.

“I am not,” Alejo called from the kitchen, making Rose laugh harder.

Rose shook her head, grinning. “Dinner and entertainment,” she teased gently. “Definitely going to have to come over more often.”

“Any time.” Rudy meant that, and by the way her smile softened, he thought Rose knew that.

He would admit to being disappointed that she wouldn’t let either of them walk her home, but she did text them good night after she got home.

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