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caxde · 7 months ago

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You said I can send requests and I'm gonna take you up on that offer, my friend.

I'm still in my SoftDad!Eddie brain rot. I'm rolling with the "Dada's Princess" here and imagining little Lua making a flower crown for Princess. Or them making them together to both be "Dada's Princess". Because I knowwwww just the sight of it would make Eddie just melt into a puddle.

Also, love your writing and your beautiful mind for creating such a cute story so far!

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Omg thank you soo much <33 i love getting request so this is ideal i ran with the flower crowns idea hope you like it <33 feel free to request anything you like!

bright eyes universe drabble ~1.6k girl!dad eddie

Spring was in full bloom.

You had a day off, and you decided to sleep in, letting the sun rays that sneak in through your window slowly wake you up. It was recomforting, the mundane feeling of it all.

So you enjoyed a hot long shower, singing every song that played on the tape that Eddie had gifted you as a thank you to watching over Lua. It had a little of them both, Bowie and The Smiths had been Lua’s idea -that much was clear- Metallica and Iron Maiden had to be his, but the Led Zeppelin and Fleetwood Mac -you thought- Eddie had chosen because he had heard you singing them when you didn’t even notice you were doing so. A level of attention you were just realising now, in that moment as the hot water hitted your sore back.

A slow morning called for a hot tea, like the ones you used to make for yourself before you had any real responsibilities.

Your hair still somehow wet, brushed away from your face, and that gow that a much needed shower left on your face, you felt clean, soft from once. You grabbed the first clean top that was on your folded laundry pile, a baby blue colour that complimented your skin, some washed up dark jeans to cover your legs.

You walked to your porch, wanting to let your hair dry while you just drank your cup.

Little did you know, a little surprised waited in your door.

A letter was hanging on your door, with a small yet thick piece of duct tape.

Lilac drawings of misshaped stars and hearts decorated the page.

It read:

“Duchess Lua of the mighty Hawkins Trailer Park would like to invite Princess to her court outing this afternoon. We shall have a refreshing picnic by the lake, please, confirm your assistance with Eddie the Once Banished.

Sincerely your dearest friend, Duchess Lua Munson.”

It made you giggle, and blush at the same time. You could tell Eddie had put some thought into it, and the drawings Lua had made to the best of her ability made you want to keep this letter forever.

Which you did, you folded neatly, letting it rest on your bedside table, before you found a place in your wall to hang it on.

You walked back up. The cup let out a clicking sound when the little spoon made contact with it, once you set it down into the floor.

You sat on the little steps, writing on your little pad that was pressed against your thighs, a response that was just as grandiose as the ask had been.

It read:

“Princess is more than happy to accept her Duchess Lua Munson invitation, and would like to know at what time she’s expected to arrive at her delightful trailer for the outing. Princess would like to inform Lady Munson that she’s excited to see her, and will make a treat for the picnic.”

You decided to leave a little red kiss as your signature. A little present that Eddie will cherish for a longer time that you had thought.

A stupid thought crossed your brain -more than a thought, an image- the two letters resting side by side, the paper now turning yellow, framed on a wall that the both of you share, Lua’s older now, maybe not the only daughter.

You had to shake your head, so you wouldn’t get too caught into the dream, snap back into reality.

Maybe it was stupid, or a bit childish but you were excited nonetheless. You switched your jeans for a flowy white sundress, the skirt reached your knees, the fabric had a faded small flower print all over. It was girly, but it was also spring, and for once, you didn’t care.

Your hair was free of any ponytails, or buns or anything like that, and it felt good to let it fall down, being so used to pushing it away from your face when you were working.

Eddie was a bit lost in you, not really focusing on what he should.

Lua was holding your hand, and you both were walking in front of him. He was holding the bags with the food and everything you had prepared -with the added things he already had- and he let himself be lost onto the fantasy.

Lua was telling you about the book he had just started reading for her as a bedtime story, and you kept asking questions, and she yapped in her mumbling voice as much and as excitedly as she could. He saw himself in her in those moments, when her tongue moved faster than her brain and she’d choke on her own words. Her free hand swanged in the air, and when she got caught on a word, she touched it, as a way to comfort herself. Eddie was starting to struggle to not tell you right there how he was feeling. How he was starting to get those scary big feelings. How he could actually see a life with you in it.

Eddie didn’t want to scare you.

So when you got close enough to the Lover’s Lake, and while you and Lua looked around for some spring flowers, he set the cloth down, the little sandwiches he had made on one side, chips for Lua, and a bit of cheese that you liked on the left side. The sponge cake you baked, and the rest of your -half eaten- chocolate bar on the right side. He got the drinks, begging you not to spend more things.

He got a thermos of your favourite tea -he had finally learned how to make it and was eager to see your reaction- water and chocolate milk for Lua, and soda for him. Though deep down he knew he’d end up drinking your tea.

He opened his arms as soon as he saw Lua running to him, her arms opened, her fist holding tightly to the wildflowers she had picked, you followed her closely, your laughter filling the air in his lungs.

You kept laughing, everytime Eddie found something new to do, just so he could hear you. And in consequence, Lua chuckled along. From afar, it already looked out of a picture book, but what he couldn’t quite understand is how it felt like it too.

“Dada?” Lua asked, once she had finished her piece of cake, spinning around so she could look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Can you braid?” She pointed at her hair, a question he had to avoid a bit too often.

“Bug, I’m rubbish at it, you know it.” He tried to plead with her, once again his voice gave in, breaking a bit. He had a tendency to do that when he had to tell her no, as if it would soften the blow.

“Please?” She asked again, her eyebrows raising just like he did when he was asking for something he deeply wanted. You had seen that look when he didn’t want you to leave, or he wanted another kiss. With a soft giggle, you looked at the little scene, hoping to not intrude too much.

“I can, if uh… if that’s okay.” Lua cheered and sat on your lap before you even knew if it was okay or not.

You knew it was, Eddie had that thank you look on his face.

He decided to do what he actually had learned, way back when he wasn’t living here, back when his mother lived. He knotted some of the wildflowers together, concertraing enough on it that his tongue covered his top lip, hearing his mother's voice singing low one to the top and knot over and over in his head.

For once it wasn’t a painful memory.

Rather a joyful one.

Now it was his two little princesses and his mother’s voice.

He placed it on top of your head, a kiss on your temple following it shortly after.

“What’d you do?” You asked, touching your head with care.

“Your crown, you needed one.” He points out, Lua’s eyes widened as she saw it.

“No braid but yes crown?” She asked, not really believing the ability his dad had been hiding from her.

“You know what we can do?” You asked her, trying to distract them both from the way your blood rushed to your cheeks. “Look.” You whispered it to her, as if it were a secret you both shared.

You started grabbing the wildflowers that were scattered around the cloth, placing the stems in between the knots of her braids, small flowers blooming from her hair. As soon as Lua realised what you did, her hand touching it with as much care as she could gather she started screeching from laughter, a type of laugh that not only warmed you, but Eddie as well.

She kind of jumped, though it felt more like a push, to your arms, screaming thank you repetitively, her excitement evident in her tone and gesture.

Eddie just looked at the both of you, his little dream -much similar to yours, even if you didn’t know- nearing the reality right in front of him.

You whispered to him, still holding Lua close to you “You’re full of surprises, huh?”

“Anything for my girls.” The sincerity in which he said it made you blush, the widest smile on your face as you shook your head at him.

“Idiot” You mouthed, no actual sound coming from you, careful that she wouldn’t hear a bad word.

He inched closer to you, leaving a kiss on the highest point of your cheek, right next to your ear.

“Hopefully yours.” He whispered.

A promise he intended to keep.

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not-goldy · 10 months ago

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Hi - what are your thoughts on Jimin's letter? I'm aware I'm projecting, but it reads to me like he's doing the classic behaviour of "hiding in plain site" with regards to the information he's shared, in many areas.

When I'm struggling with my mental health, I'll be honest about how I'm feeling, but in a way that - if you don't read between the lines - could read casual or light-hearted. That's the vibe I got from Jimin's letter. "Laughter through pain", if you will.

It reads to me that he's doing his very best (as expected) but is nonetheless struggling in that environment.

I'm incredibly glad that JK is with him and that he is getting the support we've seen JK give him so many times over the years. Glued together, indeed.

Tbh, reading that letter made me want to give Jimin a hug.

😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

This hurts more than I care to admit

You are not wrong though.

But I think he's saving his experiences for later when he's out. He's gonna tell us all about it when it's over. For now he's gonna have to stay strong for us him and Kook. If he tells us how much that place is affecting him we might storm the place and break him out damn all repercussions.

He's not throwing tea parties in there. And for all those fake stans who cook up narratives straight out of their ass and would rather stretch their brains because they can't admit when they are wrong- I hope they feel stupid now that Jimin himself is admitting how Jungkook's companionship is what is getting him through it.

The nerve of them to ask, "what is Jungkook going to do for him he is strong and independent"

Uhmmm how about his SOURCE OF STRENGTH??? And the only reason he isn't going insane in there??

I love that he wrote to us.

Jimin is definitely the kind to expect you to read between the nice he doesn't like to create unnecessary drama. when he was in the group he did the same a lot which is why I called him Mr kumbaya, hakuna Matata everything's great while he slowly bleeds inside 🥲

I hope in his next letter he gives us a much needed virtual hug🥺💜

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fakesimp · 2 years ago

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Chaotic and Lovable duo, with Luca Kaneshiro

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Fluff ; Established Relationship ; Mentions of Jealousy ; Clingy ! Luca ; Comfort

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Laughter filled the voice call, Luca and You had been endlessly pranking the others. Even though some of them failed, but most of them actually worked. Everyone loves both of you, despite how many times you've been, pranking them numerous times. They still love both of you for it.

The sunshines of the day, not a day of your friends go without you pranking them, filling their days with laughter. There are also times when you made Luca and his genmates laughed uncontrollably because of something you did, they almost laughed for 5-10 minutes straight. Almost. But their stomach hurts that's for sure.

You enjoyed it tho nonetheless, but. Despite those moments, there are days when, Luca Kaneshiro. Your Beloved Mafia Leader, constantly seeking for your attention. Being more, clingy than usual.

And that day is today.

You trapped in his arms, not even budge to loosen his arms around you on the bed. You slowly raise up from the bed, looking down at Luca, who's sleeping beside you. Arms drapped over your lower waist, the moment you tried to move them away. You got pulled back down to the bed by Luca, earning a gasp from you.

"Luca, it's morning already. And don't do so suddenly.." You said slightly scolding him, Luca only hummed at your scold. "Luca.." you called his name, slowly turning yourself facing him. Gently rubbing your thumb across his cheek, "Wake up, we'll do whatever you want today, so.." the blondie slightly opened his eyes. Staring at you, with a mischievous glint.

"Mm.. anything, huh?" He said a little bit raspy since he just woke up, "Mhm.." you hummed softly as you softly moved away his hair that's covering his face. "Hmm.. anything, anything.." he repeated slightly slurring due to the drowsiness, you slightly chuckle at him and leaned in to kiss his nose. "Look at you, you could barely speak. Let's go wash our face." You said as you raise yourself back up, slightly pulling Luca's hand. "Mm, okay okay."

. . .

An hour have passed, both of you are now in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Well you are the one who's cooking actually, but Luca tried to help. He tried his best, you would give him kisses on the cheek as a thank you for helping you cook.

Luca sometimes would wrap his arms around your waist and give you kisses on your exposed neck, also as his thank you for cooking him breakfast along with a thank you for letting him help you. "Luca, becareful.. you'll get burned if you're this close to the stove." You warned him, only earning a small laugh from the blonde. "Getting burnt is nothing for me, I'm stronger than you think, babe" He said, and then right after that. He accidentally burnt himself, "OW-" "SEE? LUCA."

You scolded your lover, he sat down on a nearby chair. Looking like a kicked puppy, getting scolded by you is the least thing he like. "I'm sorry." He apologized, sound as if he's whimpering. You sighed softly, and pulled him into your arms. Patting his head, "I forgive you, but next time. You are not coming closer to me when I'm cooking, okay?" You warned the blonde, he nodded his head and snuggled closer to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

. . .

That was on day time, but on nighttime it's your turn that's being clingy on him.

"Do you have to go?" You asked him, didn't even realize that you look so, sad. You didn't want to bother him or anything, but you couldn't help it. His job is very dangerous, but you know he can do it well without you worrying.

But there are days when he came back home with a lot of injuries, you were so worried that you ended up crying as you patch up his wounds. Making him slightly panic, but like a sunshine he is, like a golden retriever. He immediately comfort you, telling you that his wounds are nothing. Tho it didn't help but, his comforting word calmed you down.

"Hey, it's okay, this wounds are nothing compared to your tears.. it hurts me when I see you cry, so don't cry okay..? I'll try not to get injured as I do my mission, is that convincing enough?"

. . .

That's that, but don't think this Mafia never get jealous, he does. But he just doesn't show them out, but his actions said other wise. If someone is flirting with you when it's so obvious that you had a lover? The guts they have to flirt Luca Kaneshiro's Lover? They're asking for a fight here.

You know Luca's signs when he's jealous, you have to get yourself out of the situation before Luca takes an action. "Luca! Let's go home shall we?" You said as you gently wrap your arms around him, his face that was scowling went back bright when you hugged him. "Okay, let's go home" he said as he shot one last glare at the person who's flirting with you.

You let out a sheepish laugh as you gently lead your Lover's face to you, "Luca, it's okay, I'm not bothered by it. Because I am yours, and I know you are way better than them." You said, making him slightly blush at your statement.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm way better than them!" He said as he scoop you up bridal style, making you slightly squeaked. "Luca! Put me down!" You said, but he didn't budge instead he just held you tighter and walk down the path so casually ignoring the stares that was given by the people around you.

"I'm glad that you're here." He said, sneaking a kiss on your cheek.

"Luca.."

"Love you, babe" He said with a big smile and let out a chuckle.

"Love you too Luca.."

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matthewkniesys · 2 years ago

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maybe I love you too? - jamie drysdale

Summary: Have you fallen in love with your best friend, Jamie? Its probably not worth think about anyways cause if you have there is no way it would ever work, right? But what if it does?

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x fem!Reader

A/n: it was the most amazing persons birthday @marcoskasper the other day and so this is a bit of a suprise fic for her.... sorry i couldnt finish in time tani... anyways hope you like it 💜

Warnings: partying, small mentions drinking, mentions of anxiety and some light swearing. I think that's all but if anything else should be add please tell me!

Parties were definitely not Jamie's scene, but they were definitely yours and every once in awhile you were able to convince him to tag along. What you never knew or realised was the fact that he hated going was cause he had to see you with other guys.

You hadn't hung out with Jamie in awhile so you weren't sure why he suddenly wanted to come. Nonetheless you were very excited.

You and Jamie had been best friends for years and it was only recently you started feeling butterflies when your hands touched or when he gave you one of his shy smiles. You always just told yourself it was from attraction and you had no real feelings for him. Even if you did it didn't matter. He was leaving to play in California next year and you were going off to University.

You took extra care getting ready for the party tonight. You tried to convince yourself it was cause, Tyler, the guy you liked was gonna be there but honestly everything with him had been feeling a little lackluster lately. You weren't sure why. You had liked him since 8th grade. You didn't understand why all of a sudden it had all changed.

None the less, you were really excited for this party. You grab your keys, say goodbye to your parents, telling them you'll be home by midnight or will call if you'll can't, then leave.

Jamie is waiting for you when you pull up to his house. He jumps in the passenger side. He looks you up and down. Damn there are those butterflies again.

"You look really beautiful, y/n." Says Jamie.

"You don't have to say that." You reply.

"I know," is all Jamie says back. He says it with such a certainty that it give you goosebumps. You swallow hard and turn the keys in the ignition, starting the car.

For the 15 minutes drive to the party the car is quiet. You got there and entered the party together.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks," Jamie mumbles and then walks towards the kitchen.

"Okay." You answer, but Jamie is already gone.

It was strange. Usually he tried to stick to your side all night. Oh well, you'll find him eventually.

You entered the crowd of sweaty bodies and began to mingle. You say hi to all your friends. When you are talking to a few friends, you see Jamie exit the kitchen. The two of you make eye contact and he give you a smile. A smile just for you, one that made you feel like you were the only girl in the room, when there was actually probably at least 25. You smile back, trying to make it as meaningful as the one he gave you.

He makes his way over to you, and it seems as if all the tension there had been on the car ride over had evaporated. He says hi to your friends and then drapes his arm over your shoulder. The gesture makes butterflies erupt in your abdomen.

After a little while Jamie whispers in your ear, "hey I'm gonna go and say hi to some friends, k?"

You give him a soft smile, turning back to your conversation.

Tyler wanders over to where you and a few other guys were talking about hockey. Usually this would make you insanely happy but now it's just feels like "oh that's my friend Tyler." It doesn't make sense to you that you could have feeling for someone for that long and all of a sudden they just disappear.

As the conversation progresses you notice that you aren't really think about things that normally would have plagued your brain when you're around Tyler.

"Y/n," You heard someone, Tyler, calling.

"Uh what?" Is all you can respond with. You hadn't even realised you had zoned out. You found yourself doing that a lot lately... most often when you're thinking about Jamie, but it's probably cause you spend so much time with him, right?

He's your best friend... it just wouldn't work.

You see Jamie across the room and when he spots you his face completly clouds over. He gets a pout that would be adorable if you didn't get the feeling it was directed at you. You wave him over but he just brushes it off. You tell yourself maybe it's cause he didn't see but you know that that's not it. The problem is, what is it then?

Ignoring the sinking feeling that something isn't right between you and Jamie, you return to the conversation. You chime in every once in awhile, but it so half-hearted. After another 20 minutes you decide to find Jamie.

You can't find him anywhere in the living room, so you head over to the kitchen. You find him leaning against the counter, drinking out of a red solo cup, looking overall pretty sad.

"Hey Jame, what's up?." You ask, feeling a squeezing pain in your chest at the thought of him being sad.

"Nothing much," he mumbles.

"I don't believe you," You reply.

"I don't know why you wouldn't," he shoots back.

"Jamie... you're my best friend. I know when you're mad."

"Last time I checked best friends hang out often."

For a moment you were shocked. It was so unlike Jamie to ever say something out of anger. He's so level-headed and he was so good at controlling his barely present temper.

"I've been busy an- and there is just so much going on with grad."

"Stop with all the excuses! We are, I think, best friends. We make time for each other. Y/n, I'm so scared of losing you when I go away to play hockey and you go to uni and I feel like that whole process is just starting early. I can't lose you."

You feel tears spring to your eyes. You don't know how to reply so all you say is, "why?".

"Why, what?" Jamie asks back.

You take a breath, "why can't you lose me? You'll make friends. Everyone loves you."

"Are you already giving up?" He asks, ou can see tears brimming in his eyes.

"No."

After a moment Jamie speaks, "You asked why and the answer is as simple as because I love you. Y/n, I love you so much and definitely not in a we're just friends way."

For a moment it felt as if you were paralyzed. You had no idea what to do but you did know that the feelings you had been burying for weeks had been for Jamie.

You had never really felt this way for anyone. Your past crushes had been just that, a crush. With Jamie it felt bigger, more real. In that moment you realised you couldn't lose him either.

You take a deep breath, "Maybe I love you too."

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gunsatthaphan · 2 years ago

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no one asked for this but here are my thoughts on the announced shows from today (in order of announcement, BLs are marked with a 🏳️‍🌈, personal favorites are marked with a 🌟):

Enigma: The days where I’m genuinely intrigued by a plot about a mysterious school are over. I’m not a fan of neither Win or Prim so I’m gonna pass on this one. .

A Boss and a Babe (🏳️‍🌈): I did not expect ForceBook to come back twice next year lmao but I’m not upset. This would be the first series I see with them since I didn’t see Enchante but I really like their chemistry. I’m not a fan of boss-employee romance plots but I will give this a shot. Also the rest of the cast is amazing. Thumbs up! .

Find Yourself: I did not see the original so I can’t say much about it but the trailer did not intrigue me. next. .

Double Savage: This looks like a tragic but very interesting story I think, also Ohm and Perth seem to be an S-tier casting choice for this. These characters in this setting fit them extremely well imo. It’s a bit too much violence for my taste but I will take a look nonetheless. .

Hidden Agenda (🏳️‍🌈🌟): FIRST HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY!!!!!! This looks absolutely amazing. The cast is A+++ and I’m SO excited that JoongDunk are actually coming back. I was hoping they would. The story is right up my alley and it definitely fits them. Joongs character seems very similar to Kluen but I’m okay with that lol. These are the kind of roles that fit him the best. Also we’re finally getting AouBoom 🥺 And is PoddGuy gonna be a thing too? If so then sign me up even more lmao. So excited for this one!!!!!! 💜 .

23.5 Degrees (🏳️‍🌈🌟): I cannot put into words how happy I am about this. We’re not only finally getting MilkLove but we’re finally getting a GL. This couldn’t be better. This looks so precious and so endearing, also GeminiFourth as the sides definitely makes this the most adorable project out of all. I absolutely love this. This is huge. Thank you gmm 🥺 .

Because You are My First Love: DewPrim seems to be a good match but I’m not really feeling it. Next. .

Cooking Crush (🏳️‍🌈🌟): WELL WELL WELL. What do we have here. Still can’t believe it lol. I love shows about cooking and this looks fun, but to be completely honest I’m not sure how I feel about OffGun bl no. 5 lol. I love them but isn’t it time to move on lol. Also why did they say they were done. Idk. Obviously I’m gonna watch it but I think I would’ve preferred seeing Gun with Tor. Just to shake things up a bit. But oh well. Not complaining anyway ✌🏻 .

Wednesday Club: This looks like a messy version of Club Friday lmao. Not sure. Could be interesting but could be a flop. I think I’ll pass. Next. .

Last Twilight (🏳️‍🌈): Hmmm..... If I took my glasses off I would probably think this was Vice Versa season 2 lol - I’m hesitant when it comes to shows portraying disabilities so I’m a bit reluctant about this one. I love JimmySea and I really hope they get this right. But I’m not 100% convinced. .

Loneliness Society: This looks boring, unoriginal story and a meh cast. Next. .

Only Friends (🏳️‍🌈🌟🌟🌟): FUCK. ME. UP. This looks amazing. I was hoping for a Jojo series in the style of friendzone and my prayers have been answered. And not only that but with my babes FirstKhao???? And ForceBook and NeoMark????? Christmas came early this year lmao. I absolutely love that FK are going into a completely different direction for their second project. This looks spicy and messy and chaotic - exactly my cup of tea lmao. BRING IT. .

Faceless Love: The plot around the face blindness is a very interesting concept but I’m not a fan of the main couple. Not sure. .

Dangerous Romance (🏳️‍🌈🌟): YES I LOVE THIS. I wasn’t feeling it the first time I saw it but after rewatching it a few times I’m really into it. Yes, it’s yet another school setting (sigh) but I’m very much digging the PerthChimon pairing. I didn’t think they would actually get their own show but I’m happy. The trailer is giving Bad Buddy and 2Gether vibes which I hope won’t dominate the actual series lol but I’m intrigued nonetheless. Yay!!!!! .

The Jungle: Sorry but this looks awful. The cast is good but the story seems so weird to me. Hated every second of that trailer. Next. .

Midnight Museum: This looks,,,,, interesting? I’m a bit creeped out lmao I was expecting to get TorGun and I’m not sure if they will actually be a pair here but we shall see. It looks very abstract which is intriguing but also has me a bit hesitant because it’s giving slight The Blue Hour vibes. But we shall see. Gun and Tor are gonna slay either way. .

Cherry Magic (🏳️‍🌈): I have no words for this lmao. Like what---. I did not expect TayNew to actually make a comeback and I sure did not expect them to adapt THE cherry magic lmao? I generally find adaptions interesting but I’m not sure if this will work. TayNew are highly experienced so I guess they will do these roles justice but idk. cherry magic is so fundamentally different from thai bls which is one of the reasons why it was so phenomenal so I’m curious how they’re gonna do this. But for now I’m not putting it on my favorites list. .

Our Skyy 2 (🏳️‍🌈🌟): YES I’m excited for this one!!!! Never in a million years would I have thought that there would be another season to this show lmao but here we are. I’m taking this as a final goodbye to these pairings which is a bit sad but I think it’s a good way to end these eras. I’m excited to see what they have in store for each of them!!! .

Beauty Newbie: Absolutely hate this one. I’m sick and tired of these shows trying to sell me the idea that beautiful girls are ugly and then some handsome dude comes along and tells them otherwise like what century is this??? Win fits in there though because his characters are almost exclusively conservative snobs. No thank you. .

The Interest: Couldn’t care less about this one lmao. Bye.

conclusion: 2023 seems to be the year of comebacks lol which I’m not mad about since I love all these pairings, but I do wish we had gotten more new ones. Also I was expecting to see more new faces (besides Title and Great). A few surprises like the ones we got last year would’ve been nice. However I am happy with what we’re getting, especially the fact that MilkLove is finally happening. Incredible. I’m glad they toned it down a bit with the number of shows and also that the event was shorter. A lot of their big shots were either absent or merely booked which was surprising; I was expecting to see people like Bright more frequently but maybe that’s for the best.

My personal highlights are Only Friends, 23.5 Degrees, Dangerous Romance and Hidden Agenda.

Can’t wait for 2023! 💜

xxx

#gmmtv #gmmtv2023 #gmmtv 2023 #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #firstkhao #milklove #forcebook #taynew #upcoming dramas #upcoming bls #reviews #comments

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clearlyclairesblog · 2 years ago

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sooooo I had a hour-long bus drive ahead when I read this post by @brickroll and I immediately knew I had to do something with it. It's not exactly what you requested but I hope it's good enough. It deserved to be longer, but as I said I unfortunately only had 1hr to write 🤦‍♀️

Hope you'll like it.

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I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME, A LESTAPPEN STORY.

Max is absent-mindedly playing Fifa on his Play Station when his phone beeps to signal three incoming messages.

He throws a quick look at the screen while the game is showing a replay of the goal he just scored and shivers run down his spine.

What can Charles possibly want from him?

The two of them have this weird relationship in which they have each other's number and occasionally use it to send random things F1-related, the ones they know only the other would get.

The last topic discussed in that chat, if he recalls correctly, is the absolutely inexplicable passion of the other drivers on the grid for straights. They both agree nothing brings out the best from the car like a couple of fast corners.

But he saw no news today about anything of that sort, so he really has no clue.

The opposing team has just scored a goal and he decides he might as well leave it at that and presses the exit button.

Grabbing his phone to open the chat with Charles, he was not expecting to read the words he just read.

"So you bought a Ferrari. A red Ferrari. 👀"

Max's stomach twists weirdly at the sight of the emoji. Surely, it can only mean one thing: something along the lines of "I see what you did there".

"Yeah well, you bought the black one first."

He sends back what he thinks is a safe reply and doesn't expect Charles to text again after that. After all he didn't say anything that wasn't real, Charles does have a black Ferrari.

Was that the reason why he bought a red one? Absolutely not, but he doesn't need to tell him, does he?

"It's a shame. We could have matched"

Damn Charles Leclerc and whatever it is that he's trying to do tonight.

"Ahah."

He types the short laugh but doesn't send it immediately, a remote part of his brain telling him that he should just tease the monegasque because two can play this game.

"Ahah. You can ask for a red one then."

That's better. Still a safe reply, but better nonetheless. The next message comes within seconds.

"I'll think about it when I win the WDC."

Is Charles just on the other side of the screen waiting for him to reply?

"If you win the WDC."

Again, the message stares back at him because it sounds too formal and too harsh, and he really doesn't want that outcome. Why is it so hard to text?

"If you win the WDC. I can't wait for a good fight in Bahrain."

He sends it and regrets it immediately. There's only one thing he can see Charles reply now, and that's exactly what he was trying to avoid. Well done Max.

"Always thinking about me, aren't you? 👀"

That damn emoji again. Charles is still typing and Max feels his heart rate increase.

"Just admit it. That's why you bought a red Ferrari."

Max feels breathless and wonders if he was really that obvious in buying that fucking car or if it's just Charles playing with him without actually having a clue.

"You can't stop thinking about me, Max."

"You wish."

He answers before Charles can say anything else because he already feels too exposed for his liking.

"I do. I wish you bought that Ferrari because you can't stop thinking about me."

Max just imagined a whole text that, when he blinks again, is of course not there. He sighs and wonders if he should call it a day and go straight to bed.

The doorbell rings and a thought quickly crosses his mind. That thought was apparently true because standing on the other side of the door is none other than the man he was texting just few seconds earlier.

Was that his plan all along? Tease Max and then go laugh at his face?

He opens the door slowly, scared and uncertain about what's to come.

"Charles."

"I do." he says coming in before he's even invited.

Max swallows.

"What? Mate! Were you standing out here all along?"

Charles doesn't reply and just smiles in return. There's a teasing hint to his smile, an expression Max has already seen his eyes when he has taken pole from him on the last second. His cologne pervades the house and Max isn't sure he can resist much longer.

His back is to the door so he instinctively takes a small step back, but of course Charles and his fucking teasing eyes follow, making sure there are no more than a few inches between them.

"I do wish you bought that car thinking about me."

He says it like it's normal. Like the two of them are a thing and he's talking to Max like they do on a daily basis.

"You have no idea what it did to me. To see you in that red car. I just need you to tell me I am right."

Max is out of breath, out of words and possibly out of his mind because there's no way this scene is actually happening.

"Charles. I- fuck, yes. I did think of you while buy-"

He never gets to finish that sentence because Charles knows how it goes and locks their lips together before he can get to the end.

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #fanfic #fanfiction

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plural-affirmations · 1 year ago

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Hiya so I don’t have any idea who to contact but I’ve been starting to think that I (we?) maybe could be a system. Here is a few traits I’ve noticed:

I forget A LOT of crap going on throughout my day, especially when its related to past trauma | Ex.: Yesterday, my therapist had asked me to describe a day living with my mom. I kinda forgot what happened during that conversation? She tells me that I swap how I act a lot, and don’t answer to my name as much.

My childhood is mostly forgotten, and kinda mixed with things that happen now. | Ex.: When I was trying to think of a specific childhood story, I started talking about something I did last week. I couldn’t remember the story after that.

I have, like, really complex stories and world inside my head that I can’t control very well that I see in the first person. These people try to talk to me but they’re voices sound misted.

There are voices in the my head that give me instruction, and I hear them more right before I disassociate and forget what happened. | Ex.: I have never fixed a computer before but my head started to tell me how and now my computer isn’t broken anymore.

A lot of the time I will go to bed and then wake up on the couch with a movie playing 3 hours later. | Ex.: I somehow watched half of Falcon And The Winter Soldier last night.

When I was younger these symptoms were much worse, and I would go to school and come home from school in seeming the same hour, but I could remember what my teachers taught me? | Ex.: There was this one day where I made an entire new friend, and she talked to me about stuff I didn’t like. I had 0 memories of her, except passing her in the hallway a few times.

I used to think this was just weird PTSD stuff but I’m starting to think it might be DID or any other kind of Dissociative Disorder. I haven’t done a crazy huge amount of research yet but a decent amount. These are just the things I can think of off the top of my head. I’ll continue doing research, but I just wanted to hear your thoughts?

So... I can't, in good-faith, say (over the internet, nonetheless,) "yes, you're definitely a system".

I will say that, to me, those do not seem like ordinary experiences a singlet would have.

That doesn't mean it's impossible; you very well could just be forgetful or have some other condition(s) going on.

But! In my honest opinion... the things you listed sound similar to when my dissociative symptoms were at their worst. They're not like that anymore, though they definitely were at one point. I think you should definitely do more research. I'll link a post @/multiplicity-positivity made:

Research by itself can be beneficial, but I think if you start seriously considering the possibility of being plural, you should reach out to a local mental health professional.

As stated in the linked post, it's best to rule out traumagenic/disordered plurality before anything else. If you do it in the reverse order, you could have the possibility of assuming dissociative features to be non-disordered plurality, and that would be a pretty messy situation to find yourself in.

That's just what I think. I hope you find what you're needing to, anon!

Good luck! /gen

🖤💜💙💚💛

#not a request #answered #plural advice

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btsmosphere · 1 year ago

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BTS band kids II ~ OT7

summary: teahyung decides it’s time for the groups’ favourite pasttime - teasing their poor maknae pairing: none! just the boys as a big group of friends genre: friendship, crack treated seriously, humour, band kids au, musical theatre au word count: 2343 rating: g warnings: this one is much more chaotic, teasing but it’s harmless and in good fun, Jungkook is clueless as the butt of the joke, but he’s having a good time, overdramatic😅

~a/n: I hope this one makes you smile!!💜

“It’s time.”

Taehyung spoke up the moment Jungkook left to go to the bathroom during lunch break.

After their rehearsal with the cast yesterday, Adam (who had finally showed up) had plenty to go over with the band today. In all day rehearsal. Jin’s favourite (sense the sarcasm).

“-for the annual ceremony of pin-the-tail-on-the-Jungkook!” Tae was busy announcing.

Jimin and Hobi laughed, already digging impatiently in Tae’s bag as he took out the ‘tails’. Namjoon rolled his eyes along with the eldest two of the group, but wasn’t successful in suppressing his dimpled grin.

Pin-the-tail-on-the-Jungkook had become a tradition, but by no means an annual one as Tae had claimed. No one could remember when it was first played, so now the ‘annual’ resurrection of the game was simply held whenever someone decided they fancied it. The one common denominator was that it happened whenever their maknae was playing viola.

It went without saying that they all loved him, but unofficial orchestra rules were unofficial orchestra rules, and it gave them perfect grounds to poke fun at him. And lord knows he gave back what he got.

“We all know the rules?” Hoseok checked, taking a pack of post-it notes for himself and thrusting a badge into Yoongi’s hand.

“Yes! Now hide them!” Jimin hissed, flapping his hands when he noticed Jungkook coming back.

The rules were simple and self-explanatory. Attach your item to Jungkook without being noticed, with one catch: the game was only on during rehearsal.

So as Jin pulled his violin from his case, a bulky pack of stickers lying in his pocket (definitely not stolen from Tae’s job at the clothing store, how could you think that Jin?), he prepared for the rehearsal to devolve into chaos. Unnoticeable chaos, perhaps, but chaos nonetheless.

Adam called the band to attention and they started their first run-through. First of all, he wanted to practise the strings on their own, and Jin was soon in full-focus, lost in his music. Some passages were very difficult, but he was determined to master them. Beside him, Jimin was equally attentive.

“Okay, the opening was much better that time,” Adam stopped them, “just try to think about- hey guys! Can you quieten down a bit while I run through the violins? Yup, thanks, anyway-“

For a second, the violinists let their attention slide to the back of the band that had just been scolded. They had resorted to whispering as requested, settling down. However, Jin wasn’t put at ease.

Taehyung’s mouth was puckering as he tried to hide a telltale smirk, nodding at the first oboist while his eyes darted between them and the conductor. Most of the woodwind were exchanging little glances, shuffling in their seats.

“Right, from the top! Flutes, can you join us?” Adam rapped his baton on the stand, foiling Jimin’s attempts to catch his best friend’s eye as he turned his gaze back to his music, raising his bow once more.

Rehearsal moved on fairly swiftly. It wasn’t until a good while later that Jin smelled a rat again.

As it happened, Hoseok was the first to shoot his shot. The moment Adam told the brass he would be going over a couple of pieces they weren’t in, he ditched his instrument and dived to retrieve a book from his bag like the rest of the section.

However, from the corner of his eye, Jin could see that all was not as it appeared…

Hoseok’s eyes flicked between the conductor, who was speaking to the horns, and the back of Jungkook’s head. Settling back in his seat, he did his utmost to act nonchalant. It wasn’t convincing. Something about the line of his shoulders… his straight face…

Hoseok always smiled.

Jin narrowed his eyes.

Then, in a blur, Hoseok’s book tumbled from his hands, skidding across the floor.

Bowing his head in apology when Adam looked around, he set off, torso bent parallel with the floor as if that would render him invisible, creeping further forwards. When he reached his stray book, he crouched right down.

He was in position.

Directly behind Jungkook now, he held his breath as he pried the pages of his book open. Grinning prematurely with victory, he took the bright yellow post-it note pad, with ‘TAIL’ written on the top one, from where it was tucked into the pages.

At a painstaking pace, he peeled the first sticky note away. His hand shook as he raised it up, closer and closer until he could place it in the centre of Jungkook’s back as lightly as possible.

Shoulders sagging in relief, he began to shuffle back to his seat. But, hearing the sound behind him, Jungkook looked over his shoulder.

Alas, well-trained agents of the Jungkook-teasing squad always had a backup plan. Hobi’s worked seamlessly; with a smile and nod to the violist, he gestured with the book in his hand so Jungkook knew he had simply been collecting it and there was nothing to see here.

Safely back in his seat, Hoseok winked at Jin. Jimin was muffling his giggles in his jacket sleeve beside him.

For the rest of rehearsal until the next break, nothing more interesting happened. It was safer to spread out their attacks on their youngest friend to avoid suspicion.

After an extended break, they settled back into their seats for the tech run with the cast. Probably the most tiresome part of a show week, often running late into the night with microphones breaking, cast members messing up or directors complaining. All of which equated to a lot of sitting around for the band.

Jungkook had insisted on finishing his snacks before coming back to rehearsal. Yesterday, Taehyung had indeed brought too much and the group had hidden the bag under the tiered seating for extra sustenance today.

Anyway, the end result of this was Jungkook only seating himself once the woodwind had already tuned, in time for the whole band to watch as a yellow sticky note fluttered off his back when he sat down.

Hobi looked devastated.

“Right, mic tests for the band first,” the tech director announced from their position at the top of the audience, “let’s start with violin one, please.”

Everyone played in turn as a harried assistant adjusted mics. Jin was silently practising, staring idly at his music as his fingers mapped out the passagework, when the saxophone was called to play. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but that itself alerted Jin.

Looking around, he found Jimin was already watching the woodwind with an amused smirk.

Usually, Taehyung would play something random and totally unrelated to the show at mic check to make people laugh. He even took requests.

But this saxophonist was sticking to the music.

Sure enough, it wasn’t Tae. Frowning, Jin noticed one of the oboists was on Tae’s chair, playing his saxophone. Searching the section, he spotted Tae with an oboe in his hands. What was going on?

Turning to their conductor, Jin saw Adam flipping through the score. He hadn’t even noticed two of his players had switched places.

When Tae had found the time to plan this was beyond Jin, since the saxophonist had spent the whole of break with the group. Then he remembered whatever the hell went on in the woodwind section during the previous rehearsal. That must have something to do with it…

Oboe was called soon enough, but Tae still didn’t play his normal selection of music. Once again, he stuck perfectly on-script, playing an oboe passage from the beginning of act 2.

Jin had never heard Tae play the oboe before, but that didn’t mean he was surprised. Tae had a habit of picking up random instruments and learning them at the drop of a hat.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous.

It seemed Tae had succeeded in the first stage of his plan, however. And said plan was becoming more apparent.

Jungkook seemed to be the only one that hadn’t noticed Tae’s new seating plan, which put him as close as possible to the target himself. With the limited space in the pit, the oboes were pushed up close behind the violas.

So while the cast lined up for their mic checks, Taehyung leaned forward and gently pressed a sticker of a fox onto Jungkook’s shoulder. Then, after they had played half the overture and were stopped for the first crackly mic of the evening, Taehyung excused himself for the bathroom. On his return, his accomplice followed suit, and normalcy returned.

Taehyung had got away with it.

Much later on, they had finally reached the point in the middle of act 2 where everything is bleak and the actors are singing about losing hope and never loving again. The heroine in particular had such a song, and was struggling with timing.

As such, they were going over the part where she sings alone with the two violins, namely Jimin and Jin.

With the house lights dimmed to allow the stage lights to be tested for the tech run, the band was in near darkness, only stand lights illuminating their music. Adam and the director were close to a collective breakdown. This section was important and the audience should feel her turmoil, they said, and it wouldn’t work if she got her entry wrong.

Perfect timing, Namjoon.

A light flicking off at the back of the band was the only clue as to what was about to happen.

He had deliberately chosen to wait until this part of rehearsal to make his move. As the furthest away from Jungkook, he couldn’t employ Hoseok or Taehyung’s tactics, and he wouldn’t get away with this in a light theatre.

Placing his double bass down, he prayed the singer would mess up just once more to buy him time. Then he got on his hands and knees. The cellists gave him questioning glances as he crawled past them, but said nothing.

Suddenly, Adam sighed, calling the song to a stop, simultaneously running a hand through his hair and tipping his head down to check the score in front of him. On instinct, Namjoon ducked. Or rather, he dropped right down onto his stomach.

“Again!” the director demanded, and Jin and Jimin started up again. The song was quite beautiful in all honesty, delicate and soaring.

But down below the sweet singer, Namjoon was shuffling through the orchestra on his elbows like a large slug. Just as he got close enough, his foot caught on a music stand, making it rattle slightly.

Wincing, he looked up at Jungkook as he threw a glance over his shoulder. Thankfully, Namjoon’s form was below his line of vision, pressed against the floor as he was, and he turned around without event. Bringing his legs forward so he could kneel behind Jungkook, Namjoon made quick work of applying his own sticker, which he had swapped with Jin for the post-it notes he was first given. He had lost faith in the sticky notes after the fate of Hobi’s.

Although Namjoon had evaded detection by Jungkook and Adam, Jimin was in the perfect position to watch the whole endeavour unfold. His eyes kept straying from his music, even though he was one of the only two playing, and his bow was shaking with the effort it took to suppress his laughter.

On Namjoon’s trek back up the pit, his plot finally came undone.

Perhaps he had thought turning his stand light off would hide him from view, but now it only served to make his part of the orchestra completely dark. When he felt safe enough to get off his knees, he tripped instantly on his stool, only just catching himself before he crushed his instrument, but it was loud.

Adam was sure to be sending a dirty look his way, but tried to press on, though it soon became impossible as Jimin’s bow shuddered across the strings, butchering his passage at the same time as a loud snort escaped him. On stage, the actress had jumped at the sound and subsequently lost where she was in the music.

Calling the song to yet another halt, Adam looked at the end of his tether. Jimin’s shoulders shook as he lowered his violin, wheezes and whimpers escaping him as he fought to control himself, all while Jin stared at him in pure confusion.

Once order had been restored, they continued, eventually completing the cursed song and making it to the end of the show.

The lights went up, chatter erupting immediately from the cast while the band slumped back in their seats, beginning to pack away. It was a late one, definitely already dark outside.

Watching Jungkook, Jin saw the boy rubbing his eyes and decided the game was up. Like always, he and Jimin didn’t really have a chance at the game since they were playing the most out of anyone as violinists.

He quickly folded the green post-it note from Namjoon into an aeroplane and sent it flying straight into Jungkook’s face.

Startled, the violist fumbled with it for a moment, blinking his eyes open. At first, he looked between the paper and Jin in bewilderment. Then, Jin swore he could see the precise moment the light bulb flicked on in the boy’s head.

His mouth fell open and he contorted his body around, trying to pull off an owl-style one-eighty to see what was on his back.

As he peeled off Taehyung’s fox, the other boys approached, laughing and clapping him on the back. In return he gave them a bunny smile while his arm stretched over his shoulder to pick off Namjoon’s sticker that his fingers could barely reach.

Collecting his stuff to leave, Jungkook pressed the stickers onto his viola case. There was somewhat of a growing collection on there.

But as Jungkook left the theatre that day, his back was not bare. Yoongi’s badge dangled from his hood, undetected.

No one ever found out how Yoongi put it there.

Thank you for reading!! Read more on my my main and drabble masterlists💜

@aianloveseven

#bts crack #bts humour #bts ot7 fic #bts ot7 crack #bts drabble #bangtanarmynet #bts band kids #bts band au #jungkook band au #bts friendship #bts shenanigans #bts chaos

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1d1195 · 6 months ago

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Sam the week has not been off to a good start 😀

I swear the universe is FUCKING with me bc tell me why I’m not even completely out of my sickness yet and my period comes EARLY?!? And it’s one of those really painful ones 😭 I swear I cannot catch a break like I just want to have a peaceful week 😭 and school is literally a dumpster fire rn lol

ANYWAYS

I hope you know that saying “no” is always a good step in the right direction especially since you have trouble saying it sometimes! I’m proud bc it does take a lot to say it and break that habit! Now the guilt part is something that I’m sure takes time overcome that. And I KNOW it’s hard to not feel guilty about it bc I have this problem too! So I get how sometimes it just can’t be avoided but remember that there’s a reason why you felt the need to say “no” because you need to trust yourself! And if people can’t respect that then it’s a good thing not to put in energy into those situations/people!

I’m pretty sure I’ve only fully seen the animated beauty and the beast but I forgot they did a live action one lol but I was referencing the animated one! And omg I love this sudden passion about this movie! And honestly you make good points! Never really thought about it lol and I feel like only certain guys can truly pull off having long hair bc it’s a vibe that one must know how to carry! And of course Harry is one of them like Sam die a little every time I see a pic of lhh😩 and I think Damian’s David who’s a lead singer of a band had long hair at one point and bestie when I tell you I’m DOWN BAD for that man… he’s just so attractive to me and like his tattoos… I DIE!

Anyways lol I was SURPRISED when you updated ding today! I did not expect that once again but I’m obviously NOT mad about it! Now I have so many questions after reading that part! Like I’m a bit surprised that she’s a bit more closed off and “aloof” compared to Harry but I love that twist! Especially since it’s a boxer AU typically from the ones I’ve read he’s more mysterious or closed off than the MC but I’m liking it! I wonder what’s going to happen in order for her to be like emotionally available/ready to fully be with Harry? Who hurt her? She’s definitely keeping a safe distance but like I get her! I am like that too lol ALSO it sucks that the guy from her date is still some how involved in her life :( maybe not directly but constant being asked about it can suck!

Aside from my questions I TRULY ENJOYED READING THIS PART! Sometimes I forget you write smut lol but honestly did not disappoint bestie! I’d think I simply pass away! Plus I kinda loved he was basically speechless when he was with her bc I do love reading about whipped men 🤭

Ahh I hope that your week has started off better too! I hope you’re treating yourself well! I’m sending you the best of vibes! Love you!-💜

Hi hi sorry for the long delay.

Well, at least you can blame your period and you can still be a badass bitch. I'm sorry this week was not it! I hope it's been better since we last chatted and you're feeling a lot better.

I think I just got used to being really alone and lonely so now I want time to myself (add in being an introvert) but I forget that I do have some friends and people in my life who want to hang out with me and enjoy my company (that's what I get for being a delight to be around).

I have mixed feelings about lhh (If he washed his hair like one extra time per week i would probs be foaming at the mouth but there are some GREAT moments nonetheless). I had to google Damiano David he's VERY cute I could see how the long hair on him would be heart attack inducing.

I would also forget I write smut. It's not very good I really struggle with it tbh. But it's done. I don't think I could write boxer Harry without it. I'm glad you are still enjoying! Two parts left is kinda weird to think about I hope I can pull off everything I have planned 😉

I'm having an okay week. Excessively busy. Tomorrow should be relaxing but then Tuesday will be another long day 😅 Oh well.

love you!

xoxo

#💜#ding

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onwriting-hrarby · 2 years ago

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Hi hope you’ve been doing well !

I still can’t get over this last chapter I love this story so much , I cried over it

I don’t know what to say definitely gonna reread this story again sometime it’s literally been a whole journey and it was worth it that ending and the fact that u had it in mind since the beginning is just amazing, I wanna know ur thinking and writing process during that last scene , the protest and the birth scene playing simultaneously and the way u wrote it was just perfect , how u captured all that chaos , I was literally on the edge of my seat reading it ur writing making me feel many emotions all at once I don’t know how u do that

I started reading this story mainly for EM not really thinking much since it was the first work of urs that I stumbled upon but I was wrong , the way u treat various subjects , how u did every single character justice and wrote about their struggles , if I could write an essay about this masterpiece of a story and how it deserves all the recognition i totally would but this is when I curse my limited English vocabulary, also the fact that u have such dedication and how every time u deliver a 20 pages chapter for each update with the outmost of perfection is worth talking about , no wonder this process must have been stressful , yet u still outdid ur self every time and wrote the best ending for this story can’t imagine it any other way .

I’m so glad that I stumbled upon RJ it’s been a long time and I can’t believe that it’s over ,this story left me with a book hangover and a void I don’t know how to fill , nonetheless I’m glad I found it and even though we won’t get new updates anymore who knows it might be ur novel that I read next in which I wish you the best of luck with and for ur original writing as well , I know it will be outstanding and I will definitely read it if u choose to share it with us , u deserve all the recognition , success and happiness in the world , I can’t thank you enough for your contribution and for choosing EM out of all the fandoms in the world to bless with ur mesmerizing writing and presence, thank you so much dear , and take care of yourself 💜

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About the ending, I'm actually thinking of doing a post about how I conceived it! Because I had it thought in the beginning and the last sentence changed over time, I think it would be interesting to talk about it, but at the same time I don't want to give a lot away because I really like the idea of how I did it hehehe I'll just talk, in the post, about how I came to the ending and decided to change the sentence, but for you: everything in the ending was pointed out to make you breathless as a reader, so it was important to maintain the rhythm, hence I relied a lot on the different chunks and sizes of the paragraphs. The last chapter has four parts: the Eren/Mikasa resolution, Levi/Erwin breakfast, Friends gathering/Deciding what to do, Protest/Birth. In those four parts, only the first two are "traditional" narrative. The third relies on the bodies and the plurals, and the fourth relies on the difference of rhythm... (Well, maybe I'll do a post, yes!).

...I am almost tearful about what you say in delivering pages and following the story through. It's been stressful sometimes, but god, I absolutely love writing. And there was also a sense of reward every time I got a comment. So I didn't write for the reader, but I definitely knew that even if I got one comment or one kudo more I would be happy. If I didn't, I would have been happy anyways—some chapters more than others, because I'm prouder of some of them—but I think the beautiful thing about fanfiction is interaction, so whenever I felt strained, I decided to keep on pushing.

BOOK HANGOVER??????? that's... amaziinngggg! if you want to read a very good book, give "Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow" by Gabrielle Zevin a try. I have not felt that compelled by a book in a LONG time!

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Feel My Love

Pairing: Joel Miller x You

Summary: This concept came from my Thots post the other day of Joel seeing reader naked on accident. I decided to go and write out a whole fic for it 😋

WC: 9.5k

Warnings: Heavy mutual pining (lots of inward thinking.) // Lots of pet names // Lots of sexual teasing (from reader) // Accidental voyeurism > then actual voyeurism (female Masturbating>naked in bathroom while M watches) // Quite a few Erections. // Smutty daydreams (From Both M & F) // Touched very lightly on uniform kink (Joel’s work gear) // A little bit of Dom Joel + Sub reader // Spanking (just one) Oral (Fem Receiving) Smut. Soft loving sex. Fluff.

AN: A lot of warnings, I know. Some that I probably didn't need to state but this is a long fic and I wanted to cover it all. Sarah is alive in this AU but I only mention her once. This fic is all about reader and Joel, hope you enjoy folks 💜

No Minors! 18+ Content!

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Your mother always told you it was rude to stare, but is it rude to stare upon beauty?

Someone so wickedly handsome that it’s hard to tear your eyes away at each first glance? If their appearance was so good looking that it could be considered sinful? If so, then you are guilty of that crime.

You’re a sinner for letting your lustful eyes roam over the man that is Joel Miller.

A handsome, tall, dark haired twenty eight year old hunk, with big strong arms and a southern drawl that is utterly seductive on it’s own, no flirty words needed, the man could simply say good morning and you’d crumble.

You know this because he did say good morning, and your knees felt weak.

A single drop of Texan summer sweat rolled down the side of his temple, past his heavenly brown eyes that were concentrating on your home extension planning sheet, the focal point of your meet up today but your focus is solely directed to watching that droplet roll down the side of his sexy looking face.

Joel is a carpenter, a master carpenter and the best in the neighbourhood too, and while he works daily on putting those expert hands to use on industrial projects with big named contractors, he occasionally - when his schedule allows him to - offers his help to his friends and family too.

The idea of you being one of those privileged people probably shouldn’t be as special as you think it is, but you can’t help feeling like you are. More so when you heard that he turned down other people when they asked for his skills to help with their homes or projects.

He didn’t turn you down though.

So yeah, you kind of feel special that Joel Miller is in your kitchen, looking over your plans and complimenting your ideas or suggesting things that he thinks could be improved. It’s not the first time he has been in your kitchen though, or the first time that your eyes have roved over him in this way.

Joel is the brother to your next door neighbour, Tommy. You met the duo the very first day you arrived here. Moving out of the city and into the outskirts, to this serene rural suburb of Austin TX last year, they both immediately jumped in to help with moving some of your stuff into your home.

Actually, now that you think back on it, it was more like they fought with each other to offer their help first. Nonetheless, you were grateful that they helped and as a gesture of saying thanks, you invited them over to a barbecue on the weekend.

A way to officially say hello to everyone in your new neighbourhood too, but mostly to see more of Joel and Tommy. Already meeting the Miller brothers, you also got to meet Tommy’s date, Rosa and Joel’s daughter, Sarah, as well as some other lovely people too.

There was Eric, your other neighbour, the Johnsons across the road, the Mathews to the right of them and old man Pete on the other side. So many new faces, yet each and every one of them were all so very kind. You could tell instantly that it was a very close knit community - in a good way.

It was safe to say that the barbecue went off without a hitch, you truly felt welcomed and you were settled into your home quickly thereafter. However, one year has passed by and you’re finding that your house now feels too small, therefore you decided it was time for an extension, and what better man to ask than Joel Miller the carpenter himself.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Joel likes to pop by in the afternoons to have coffee with you on your back porch and last week, you finally worked up the courage to ask him if he could help you. Understandably, he couldn’t give you an answer right away until he checked over his schedule, but later that night when he got home, he texted you yes.

You’ve often thought to yourself when having your weekly chats over a coffee that Joel may be interested in being more than friends, you yourself have entertained that idea in your brain on many occasions, but he is a single father with a lot of his plate at twenty eight years old, so you never tried anything on with him, not wanting to add that plate.

Asking him to help with your home was the best choice in so many ways. He’s someone you know and can trust, although you can’t lie about the fact that you’re happy to see more of him, more than your weekly coffee visits. It may go somewhere, it may not, either way, you’re more than delighted to just simply call him a friend.

However, you are most definitely being rude to your friend by letting your eyes roam over the man's face while he works. Your gaze drifts along the sharp bone structure of his jawline while he looks at your planning sheet and you didn’t catch on right away that he had asked if you wanted the second bathroom to be en-suite or not.

Finally snapping out of it and stopping your ogling, you answered back briskly like you weren't just fucking him with your eyes, “Yes. If that is something you can handle?”

He chuckled and turned to look at you with a warm smile, “Sure darlin’, did Eric fill you in on my credentials? I helped him with his home extension a couple summers ago, I won’t preach that I’m the best but my work is-”

“No-no, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that I don’t want to ask too much of you, Joel. You’re already doing a lot for me and you have your own life to worry about.” Daydreaming of his voice calling you darling, you snapped out of it when you caught that he had taken your question the wrong way and quickly cut him off to explain.

He wet his lips before chuckling deeply, “You’re fine, doll.”

You spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about him licking his lips, but his smile tore your thoughts away while he added to that, “How about, If I ever feel like you’re asking for too much, I’ll keep telling you that you ain’t?”

Smile turning into a flirty smirk, he spent a moment looking into your eyes while you nodded coyly in return. His gaze was powerful, like he was seeing you bare and fully nude in front of him. It made you blush and thankfully he turned away to look back at the planning before your cheeks were tinted to a rosy red in colour.

It’s the small things like this that makes you wonder if he thinks about you as often as you think about him. Countless times you have let your thoughts flow freely, thinking about how he looks, how he talks and amongst…other things.

Looking back to the planning as well, you used as a distraction from your thoughts tapping into those ‘other things’ and conveyed, “I know my sketches are awful but I think you can get the general idea of the layout I want.”

Joel hummed in agreement, “Hm, yeah, I see what you’re going for. You mind if I take these home, draw up a solid plan for you? If anything is off or out of place, I’ll add a note and fix it.”

“Sure. I’d really appreciate that, Joel,” you smiled in return.

Nodding curtly, he grabbed the sheets of paper and rolled them up in his hands. Walking himself through your home, he stopped at the door and turned to give you one last goodbye, “see you on Tuesday for our coffee, girl.”

“See you then, bye!” Yelling back to him, he smiled and walked out the door.

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This conversation was three weeks ago and you didn’t anticipate or ever imagine right then in that moment that Joel Miller would actually see you bare and fully nude.

More than that, he had caught a good look of your naked body in such a compromising position and that had ultimately caused the man to freeze on the spot.

Stepping out of a shower and laying across your bed one night after a long day of helping Joel around your home, you released some of your pent up tension of working alongside the man by pleasuring yourself.

However, Joel had walked halfway to his own house before he realized that he left his very expensive tools on the platform of the scaffolding around your home - the platform directly outside your window.

When he came back, he tried to shoot you a couple of texts to let you know that he was outside and after a little while of not answering him - you were too busy nearing the peak of your orgasm - he decided to quickly climb on up and gather them all.

The sight he saw through your window was not what he was aiming to stumble upon, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Your head tilted to the side, eyebrows pulled together and your mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’ with one hand over your breast, rolling the nipple between your fingers while your other hand was busy between your legs.

Your pretty pink, soaking wet and pulsing around nothing pussy was what his body and wandering eyes froze at.

Joel didn’t know what to do. Run and leave the tools? Hide and wait till you are finished then grab it? Or tap on the window to alert you that he is there and stop you from reaching your orgasm that he could very clearly tell was seconds away.

He decided to run.

This was a vulnerable and extremely private moment, one that he has unwillingly invaded upon and just as he turned to leave, he heard you scream. Not from your pleasurable peak, but from fear.

Instantly cringing, he had to turn and show himself, to let you know that it wasn’t some stranger, it was just him trying to get his tools.

When he looked back at you, you were covered with the towel and holding your phone to your ear. His phone started ringing in his pocket before it stopped abruptly.

You were calling him but stopped when he turned to look at you. Wrapping the towel around yourself a little more, you stood and walked over to the window.

Opening it, you greeted him with a confused look, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he replied but groaned mentally, hey? God kill me now, please.

You laughed shyly while asking, “W-what are you doing here? Were you… Were you watching m-”

“No! God no. I’m really sorry, Y/N. I tried to text you that I’ve left my tools behind and I would’ve just text and asked you to keep them inside but it’s a circular saw, and it’s heavy, and I just thought that I could quickly grab it and go, and I saw you in the window, and saw you doing…that and I froze and… and I.. and Fuck! I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry, darlin.”

Hearing Joel ramble like this was shockingly funny. You had to roll your lips together to hide your laugh but you failed to do so.

You would have been delighted if he actually was watching you but seeing how panicked he was is hilarious to you and you hoped that your laughter would put his current state a little at ease.

He heaved a heavy, relieved sigh and dropped his head into the palms of his hands before you reassured him, “it’s ok, I suppose it’s better than some psycho at my window.. I’ll just, um, I’ll just go get ready in the bathroom while you finish up what you were supposed to do.”

Seeing his growing bulge in his pants prompted you to escape quickly, turning and walking away from him, you practically sprinted into the bathroom. Hidden behind the door, you smiled to yourself and placed a hand over your mouth to muffle your excited gasp.

Joel was hard - for you. Hard at the sight of you fully nude and pleasuring yourself.

Trying not to get ahead of yourself, there’s no meaning behind it, he is a man. A gorgeous man with normal manly reactions to seeing a pussy, of course he is going to get hard, but it didn’t stop the wave of confidence it gave you.

More like a tidal wave of confidence.

You felt brave and powerful. Enough to allow the door you were hiding behind to crack open a little, giving Joel a glimpse into the full length bathroom mirror while you got dried and dressed. You couldn’t see him fully, but if he wanted to look, he would be able to see you - all of you.

If only you could have seen his face when you did that.

Not being able to see him in the mirror from the angle you were in, you didn’t see that Joel was trying - and failing - to put his tools away. He kept looking up. Watching you remove the towel, he darted his eyes away and dropped his head.

Curiosity overtook him and he thought he could just take another quick glance. Gulping back his groan, he ended up taking a really long glance. Your breasts jiggled while you dried your hair with the towel and he tried to look away but then you grabbed some lotion.

Biting his lip and grabbing onto his semi hardened cock over the fabric of his jeans, Joel tilted his head to watch you lather the cream onto your body. Circling your breasts with your hands before you dipped down and rubbed between your thighs and groin.

Even from here, he could see everything.

Snapping himself out of it, she's your goddamn friend, asshole, he told himself mentally and forcefully turned his whole body away from your direction, to get back to what he was originally here for, not to invade even further on your privacy.

He can’t help that he finds you breathtakingly beautiful, or that he has longed to kiss your lips for months now. Especially when he comes over twice a week for a coffee, those are the moments he thinks about each night when he is alone in bed and he loses control of his thoughts.

But he does have self control for simply looking at you in this way and he kicks himself repeatedly for allowing his lustful curious eyes for you to take over body.

“If she could see you right now, Joel. She’d cut ties and you’d lose a good friend. Stop. Fucking. Looking,” he talked to himself under his breath outside your window.

Joel doesn’t know that you are totally smitten over him, nor do you know that he is head over heels for you.

Working together on your home extension might just be the push that you both need to finally come to your senses and realize how you both truly feel.

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“Hey doll, are me and you good?” Joel’s voice echoed through your phone.

After placing it on speaker so you could chat while cooking your lunch, you smiled to yourself and laughed back to him, “Yes, yes, please Joel, we are totally ok. It’s already forgotten about, now will you stop hiding out and come see me. Your coffee is getting cold.”

A white lie in what you said to him, it’s not forgotten about, it’s all you can think about, but you truly mean it when you say that it’s ok. He’s already missed one coffee at the beginning of the week - the day after he saw you naked - and he didn’t drop by on Wednesday either.

Today though, he seems to have finally bit the bullet and called you up before dropping in. “I ain’t been hiding from you, girl… Just a busy few days, that’s all,” he backchatted defensively.

You know he’s lying, and it makes you smirk, so you respond with teasing in your tone of voice, “Joel Miller…”

“y/f/n…” he chuckled, matching your tone of voice then added, “Ok - You’re right, I’ve kinda been hiding out from you but you promise that we’re okay?”

“I promise we are ok. Now hurry up before I dump this fine, strong and bitter cup of joe down the drain,” joking to him, he gasped exaggeratedly in return, “Oh! You wouldn't?”

“Oh I would, Miller, believe me,” biting your lip while you flipped the burger around in the pan, you asked him if he’d like some food too and you were overjoyed when he replied, “I. Am. Starving! Yes please. I’ll be there in five.”

“Ok, drive safe.”

After telling you that he only lives five minutes away, you fired back that it doesn’t matter how far he is, he should still drive with caution and he ‘um-hummed’ you, playfully. Throughout it all, you were continuously biting your lip, biting back the giddy smile that was pulling on your muscles.

Joel’s driving you up the wall, sexually. He’s always like this. Flirty and cocky, and you are too but you still find yourself so unsure if it is just friendly banter, or if it means more. Shrugging it off with a sigh, you told Joel to get off the phone after hearing his car door slam and he promptly ended the call with a sexy, “yes, ma’am.”

Whether or not he intends for his voice to come across that way, it’s just what you hear, his voice is sexy. Especially when he calls you ma’am, or doll, or darlin, all of these pet names and more. Joel must be able to tell how they affect you, unless he is completely clueless and you’re just reading into things that aren’t there.

Sighing to yourself again, you shook off these thoughts and focused on cooking. Taking the cooked burger out and setting it to one side, you grabbed a raw patty and lay into the pan. Then you began dressing up the cooked burger and preparing it for when Joel gets here.

Toasting the buns first, you added the burger with an even slice of cheese, a dollop of relish and two circular cut red onions. Topping that off with a few slices of pickles and then of course, the top bun with a pick stuck through the middle to keep it all together.

Plating up the burger with a side of coleslaw and fries, you set it out on your kitchen island and grabbed the coffee pot from the holder. Just as Joel had pulled up and exited the car, you were pouring the steamy brown substance into his favorite mug.

Kindly tapping on your door before entering, he called out, “hey, only me” and made his way towards the kitchen. The wonderful aromas of beef and coffee he was picking up on were heavenly and he couldn’t wait to dig in with your cooking but when he saw you, he stopped on the spot.

Fuck me, I don’t think I can do this.

Speaking to himself inwardly while you looked over your shoulder, expressing a warm smile and greeting him, “Hi. I’ll join you in a sec, my burgers almost done. Stop acting shy, Joel, you know you’re welcome,” he nodded in return and sat on one of the stools.

Turning back to the pan on top of the stove, you shook your head, still smiling, and quipped, “Eat up and let me know what you think of it,”

Joel wasn’t even looking at his food, he was looking at you, eyes zoning out while he muttered under his breath, “You don’t want to know what I’m thinking about, babydoll.”

“Hm?” you tilted your head slightly, flipping the burger over “You say something?”

“I can’t wait to try it,” he observed. Still looking at you but thinking about something else. Joel had a feeling he would think about this as soon as he saw your face, that’s why he avoided you after what happened at the beginning of the week.

Not that it helped a whole lot but being away from you distracted his thoughts a whole lot more than what he can now. All he sees is your naked body and he can feel his member twitching to life.

And he hates himself for it.

He hates that he stroked himself numerous times that same night thinking about you while the image was fresh in his mind. He hated that he thought about it every time you messaged his phone. Every time he thought about you, he thought about your beautiful naked body laying across your bed.

Joel wants to just be able to talk with you like a normal friend would, but the fact that he is fantasising about how he would love to watch you pleasure yourself for him, or to fuck you over this kitchen island right here right now is not what friends are supposed to think about.

You’re not his friend though. You’re that girl.

The girl he pines for like a lovesick teenager. The girl he dreams about every night and wishes to the stars above that you feel the same way he does, but you don’t. You won’t. Because you see him as a friend. He acts like the friend you want him to be but secretly, Joel wishes he could be that guy for you.

Finally blinking his eyes back to reality after he noticed you were taking your burger out the pan, he looked down to his food and picked it up to take his first bite. You’ve gone out of your way to cook for him and here he is thinking about you in such a dirty manner.

Joel thanks whoever it is he needs to thank that you can’t read his mind, otherwise he truly believes that you would cut your ties with him.

The food was incredible. Burger cooked to perfection, juicy and not dry, all of the flavours were mixing well. The onions, melted cheesy relish and pickles, it was delectable on his taste buds and he wishes that he didn’t, but his mind looked too much into the gesture.

Weekly coffees with burgers too?

He looks at the effort you went through to cook for him. Coffee that he knows from the temperature and taste that you’ve just boiled it and put it into his favourite mug seconds before he got here. Food that tastes like utter love and devotion has been put into it, your burger didn’t look anywhere near neatly assembled like his was.

You simply threw it all together onto the plate but you presented his food like it would be in a restaurant. These are minute details amongst so many others that Joel finds himself looking into on many occasions. There’s the way you both chat with each other. Flirty bantering back and forth like as if you both were already in a relationship.

The fact that you asked him to help you with your home when there's roughly five or six other people in this very neighbourhood who could have done it, one of them being his brother who lives right next door to you, but you asked him out of all of them.

Joel tries not to look into these things, to find a meaning that probably isn’t there, but he can’t help how his mind works, especially after seeing you naked. Not ideally how he would have liked it to go down but nonetheless, now that he has seen your bare form, he wants more. Only if you’d want that too.

“What’s up? You’re being really quiet,” you narrowed your eyes at him after he stared at his coffee for a really long time. “Hm,” he looked up at you, realizing what you asked and answered, “I think this burger is undercooked…”

“Shit, really? I’ll throw it back into the pa-” stopping midway through your sudden panic, he smirked at you and took another bite. You knew what he was doing and you smiled too, “Oh, very funny, Joel.”

After swallowing his food, he brought his coffee up to his lips to take a sip and savoured the taste. Joel’s glad that you like the beverage as much as he does because it’s part of his daily routine now. Maybe a little too much throughout the day lately though.

He doesn’t know that it’s decaf and you smile when seeing him enjoy his hot drink either way. You know how much he likes to drink the stuff and to help reduce the caffeine, you buy decaf blend for your weekly coffee chats with the man.

Finally taking a bite of your burger, you and Joel kept smiling every time you looked at each other, although you could feel his gaze lingering on you. Reading some news on your phone while Joel read this morning's paper, you could see without even looking at him that his eyes were on you.

He was in a trance.

A deep, dream-like trance and after a few seconds, he shifted in his seat. The look on his face felt familiar. Too familiar, almost like… Like the expression you wear when you fall into a trance of thinking about him. Is he thinking about me? About that night?

Looking out your back porch window while you ate, you could see in the reflection that his hand was placed over his crotch and you tried to not let your reaction give you away at the discovery.

In your peripheral vision, Joel’s eyes were dazed and that hand on his crotch wasn’t placed there lightly, he was hiding something. Hiding his erection.

Ok, I have to be sure about this.. What can I do?

Taking a chance to turn back and look at him, he quickly averted his eyes and you grabbed the salt as an excuse. “Enjoying your food?” you asked, trying to hide your amusement at knowing he is hard right now.

“Yep,” he nodded and replied curtly, “really good, thanks Y/N.”

Making another excuse to grab something from the cupboard behind you, you stood up and turned your back to him, but looked at the porch window to see that he was looking down to his lap and readjusting himself.

Shaking his head and running a hand across his face, you could tell that Joel was panicking and trying to fix himself before you would notice. You felt bad for him but it was amusing to see. To actually see Joel Miller fluster because of you.

He looked at you, and when you turned, he quickly looked away again.

If you like me Joel, we’re going to find out soon enough.

Devising a plan in your head of all the ways you’re going to tease him, you nod to yourself mentally and join him at the island again to finish off your food. He smiled obliviously and you smiled too - mischievously.

Hm, we’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I.

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After lunch, you told Joel that you’re going to have a quick shower and that he can get started on whatever he likes. He wouldn’t move from the kitchen island until you had walked up the stairs, out of sight. Only then would he move, obviously to fix himself without you seeing.

You were in and out of the shower no less than five minutes and when you exited, you made sure that Joel would be near when you did. He was coming through your front door grabbing some tools from his car and when he saw you in your towel, his mind flashed back to Monday night.

Nearly dropping something in his hands, you shouted down as you walked into your bedroom, “you good?”

“Yeah. Just butter fingers, that’s all,” you giggled to yourself at your influence on the man.

After getting dried, you pulled on some old clothing from the back of your closet to wear. There’s no point dirtying your nice clothes to work in, and Joel is wearing his work gear anyways, which is only adding to his devastatingly sexy body.

Looking in your mirror, you know this outfit you’ve chosen would be bolder than your usual attire, but you also know that he is going to love it. A thin white strappy vest that accentuates your breasts and curves, with tight, ripped denim shorts, there was a lot of skin on show, however, because it is in the middle of summer, you could pass it off and get away with it.

Practically skipping your way down stairs, you walked past the living room - where he is measuring up the fireplace for you - and headed for the kitchen. “Hey, I’m going to make a glass of lemonade with ice, you want some?” you called out to him and he yelled back, “yeah sure.”

Filling up two glasses and plonking a couple cubes of ice into each of them, you carried it through to Joel and placed it down onto a side table. Taking a drink, you didn’t look directly at him when he turned to thank you but the words couldn’t roll off his tongue anyhow.

Standing a couple feet away from him behind the couch, with a hand placed to your hip while you gulped back the glass, he could see some of the water had drizzled down the side of your mouth and he watched the droplets roll down your neck. Finally blurting out his thanks, he grabbed his glass and took a quick drink before turning back to the fireplace.

If he allowed himself to watch any longer, his eyes would have trailed lower. He would have watched those droplets roll down between your cleavage if he didn’t force himself to snap out of it. Mentally, you were smiling at his stuporing eyes.

Your teasing tactics are working.

“You think the measurements will add up?” you asked, and he shrugged, “I’m not too sure just yet, sweetheart but don’t lose faith in me just yet, we’ll make it work.”

Hm, I’m sure you could Joel, you smirked.

Not turning to look at you, he kept himself busy with the tape measure and your smile grew wider, “I’m going to varnish the new dining room table, you mind helping me carry it back inside when I’m done?”

“Of course, just give me a holler and I’ll come out, doll,” he assured, still not turning to look at you, to which you shook your head in response, “Ok, you know where I am if you need me.”

Walking back to the kitchen, you headed for the old dining table and looked over your supplies that you had laid out. Your work, at the moment, has been halted so you and Joel are left with little jobs to do here and there inside your home.

In the first four weeks of starting this project, Joel and many other professionals (his friends) made a huge dent in the progress. Prepping the land to lay the foundations, it’s not a whole lot of space that you were taking up but a necessary and vital step nonetheless.

City officials had to come out and inspect the foundations before Joel, his brother and his friends could move on to installing the framework. It took them a week to set it up and you could finally start to see it all taking shape.

During this process, the men uncovered some problems with your roofing and scaffolding needed to be placed at the front of your home too. He was replacing your window the day he left his tools on the platform, the day he saw you naked.

This week though, you're waiting for a quote to come back from the electrician and plumber to move onto the next step, so while you’re waiting for that, you’re both keeping busy with interior tasks. Painting, installing or fitting things that you have already bought or are thinking of buying.

One of those items being a white wall mounted electric fireplace suite with LED lights, very sleek and modern but you’re not sure if it would even fit, therefore Joel is measuring it all up for you before you go ahead and purchase it.

You, on the other hand, are going to keep busy with varnishing the new dining room table that is sitting outside in your back garden. A small and easy enough task, one of which you are well dressed for this season's weather.

A river patterned table top with a dark smoky resin, the thing was heavy to move around so it was best to leave it out here, however it needed touching up before you and Joel carried it back inside.

Varnishing the legs first, you know he is going to come outside any second now to tell you if the measurements add up or not and when he does, he is going to find you slightly bent over the table while you paint it the top.

With your back turned, it gives you the opportunity to hide your elation when you hear him walking out, calling your name but stopping mid sentence to stare at you. He only saw your top half in the living room with the couch in the way, so now he is seeing all of you.

Blowing out a quick breath to contain yourself over hearing him stutter, you turned and acted innocent, “Go ahead, give me the bad news then, it won’t fit, will it?”

God, Y/N, don’t play with fire darlin, I'll help make it fit.

Not even thinking of the fireplace, Joel - visibly gulping - tried to look only at your eyes when he replied, “No, actually it’s perfect… really fucking perfect,” trailing off with a mumble at the end of his sentence just now, you caught that his eyes darted down your body and back up during so.

It's working better than I planned it would, you thought to yourself.

“That’s great, thanks Joel,” smiling at him and then turning back to the table, you squatted to the floor and slapped the brush across the edges. You knew it would be risky, but you added to that, “I thought it would have been a tight fit at least…”

Instantly biting your lip and trying hard not to laugh or shake your head, you know he would be dying on the spot behind you. Dying to reply the way he really wants to, and dying to stride across this yard and take you.

Joel balled his hand into a fist and bit his knuckles. Looking up at the sky, he shook his head and spoke to God in his mind, lord please help me, she’s killing me. The sun in the sky shone down on your skin beautifully and with your back turned, he spent a long minute to actually take a good look at you, at your outfit.

The shorts you wore were mid thigh in length and fuck - those thighs! He would die a happy man if his face was buried between them. The fabric was form fitting too so he had a clear outline of your ass. Your rounded ass that is asking to be grabbed by his large hands.

The thin straps to your vest shirt are dangerously enticing to be pulled down off your shoulder, revealing the delicacy of your breasts. Breasts that he has already seen and he is dying to see again. Joel is crumbling right here on the spot at the sight of you.

I’ve died and gone to heaven, he thinks to himself then sighs, more like it’s hell because I can’t go to her. This torturous.

If Joel thought that this couldn’t get any worse, then he had no idea what he was in for during the time you are going to spend together. You stood and walked around to varnish the other side, squatting down again and he could see more of your breasts under the table as you leaned over slightly.

He needed to stop looking before you catch him, so he turned quickly to walk away and bumped his head off the doorframe in the process. “Dammit!” he grumbled and you peeped your head up, worrying “you ok?”

“Ye-yeah, I’m good. Just an idiot that’s blind apparently,” he joked and you laughed with him, although you chided yourself for maybe taking this a little too far. You don’t want Joel to hurt himself because of your teasing and you stood to go check on him.

“Is it bad?” you cringed to which he shook his head in his reply of, “nah, just a bump, girl. Don’t worry.”

“C’mere, let me take a look,” walking closer to him, he nervously fiddled with the piece of paper in his hands of the measurements he took. Expressing a quick smile, you stopped in front of him and tilted his head to the side, thankfully there was no mark there and he chuckled, “see? All good, darlin. Just a bump.”

The touch of your hand on his face was electric. You were so close, it would be so easy to just pull you in for a kiss on the lips, yet he can’t do that.

The proximity between you both had a charge of energy to it, just waiting for that spark to ignite, for someone to make the first move. With your hand still placed to his face, you waited a second before dropping it and you hoped he would have stopped you, but he didn’t.

“Tough guy,” patting his chest playfully, you turned and headed back outside to finish off the varnish, throwing over your shoulder, “this is almost done, I just gotta let it dry. You got anything I can help you with in the meantime?”

I got plenty things you could help me with, Y/N.

“Um, since you’re in the painting mood, we could start with your bedroom?” After telling him yes, he asked if he could go up there and make a start. It was sweet of him that he would still ask even though he knows by now how welcome he is.

You beamed to him, “go ahead, I’ll bring the dust sheets up in a few.” Nodding in return, he walked away to grab the couple heavy paint containers. He was smiling proudly at the fact you didn’t suggest lifting them yourself and instead, opted to grab the protection sheets because you know by now that he would have shot that idea down.

He headed up the stairs and got to work removing your cabinets, however, he stopped after a few minutes to look at your bed. Letting himself think of how it could look with you and him rolling around in the sheets.

Still wishing to the stars above or whoever he needs to that you like him the same way he likes you.

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Knowing that at one point this week you would have been painting, you’ve already removed most of your stuff out of your room barring the heavy furniture. Such as your bed and cabinets. After a little while, you headed inside back to the old dining table of supplies and grabbed the roller sheets, then headed upstairs.

Peering your head over the railing of your banister, you could see that Joel was sitting on your windowsill, looking at your bed. He didn’t notice that you were there yet so you took a second to see what he was doing, and just as you suspected, he was in another trance.

Walking up the stairs fully - alerting him that you’re here - and entering your room, you threw the dust sheets at him, joking, “C’mon, no sleeping on the job Texas.”

Smiling wickedly at you, he stood and playfully shoved you onto your bed, “I ain’t sleeping, you’re the one laying in bed…” He laughed and you shook your head with a sly smile across your face.

His action was harmless and high spirited but it excited you in so many ways. It sends surges of desire to your core and it makes you wonder if he is trying to tease you too, just like the way you are covertly teasing him.

Kneeling down to grab the roller sheets, Joel set them aside just as you climbed off the bed. You stood side by side with him, then you both knelt to lift up your bed and carry it out the room. Putting your thinking on hold for now while you each worked together to get everything out the room to lay down the sheets.

Midway through the process, you could see how hot Joel was, evident by the sweat on his shirt and you dashed down stairs to top up his glass of lemonade. When you came back up, he was standing in the middle of your empty room, shirt off and using it to wipe away the sweat that had gathered on his forehead.

Without his shirt, you suddenly noticed how nice his cargo pants clung to his form, at how sexy they looked on him. The waistband snug around him, adorning screwdrivers, a tape measure and his keys on a clip, however the weight of them made the front of his pants dip a little

Just enough to reveal the dark tussle of hairs above the button and zipper. The hairs leading down to where you have imagined what his crotch looks like. His natural bulge poked out from the fabric beneath and you squeezed your thighs together at the sight.

As well as that, you could also see the v line of his hips. The v lines you’ve pictured placing light kisses to and if you had the gall, you’d go over to him right now and slip your hand down the slight opening of his pants. You’d go right ahead and kiss those hips but you can't even move.

You were stuck with drooling over Joel on the spot. Letting your eyes dance up his body, you ogled and drooled some more at seeing his tanned, buffy chest rising and falling slowly as if you were in slow motion. Muscles rippled with each movement as he wiped away the sweat on his face.

Finally pulling the shirt away, he raised his eyebrows at you standing in the hallway watching him. You smiled shyly, cheeks bright red in colour and brought forth his glass of lemonade, muttering, “way too hot today, right?”

“Uh-huh,” he clicked his tongue, tilting his head and taking the glass from your hands. You had to look away. You could feel your face burning up under his intense stare and all of your confidence of teasing him had momentarily disappeared.

The irony of it was a kick in the teeth. This is what you had been putting Joel through today and it was karma getting back at you. Shaking your head at yourself, you grabbed the roller sheets and laid them out. With his shirt still off, it was hard not to let your eyes land on his chest, or his lower abdomen.

In the corner of your eyes you are certain that you saw him flexing his pecs at you. When you turned to look at him, there was a flash of a smile across his face and you narrowed your eyes a little. The sexual tension between you both was really high.

On your behalf that is, you're not sure if he feels it but it only brings back that confidence you lost. After pouring the paint in the trays, you began with kneeling to the floor, leaning forward onto your hand and painting in the corners of the walls, giving him a view of your ass, if he wanted.

“You good over there?” he asked, and you nodded in return.

With the position you were in, he couldn’t see that you were doing a terrible job of trying not to laugh. Keeping the conversation going, in an attempt to not give away your musings, you questioned, “What do you think of the colour?”

“Really good, pretty and sexy- stunning… a stunning colour choice,” knowing that he is looking at your ass right now and hearing him stutter after calling the paint sexy could not stop the laughter from escaping past your lips. He heard this and asked, “Are you doing this purposely, Y/N?”

Uh-oh, the jig is up…

Cocking your head to look at him, he was sitting on a paint container on the other side of the room, not painting like you thought he was, but sitting and watching you. He was most definitely looking at your ass, more than that, the man had taken a seat to get a good view.

Your mouth fell open into a smirk and he blinked at you without a care, but when you gasped at this action of his, he leaned back with his hands placed behind his head, jerking his chin outwards for you to get back to work. He muttered deeply, “go on, baby, don’t stop now.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the flood of arousal you felt right there in that moment. Joel was being bold. Confidently letting his eyes fall down your body, you picked up on his moves instantly and turned back to painting the wall. Placing your weight onto your hands and knees, and arching your back a little, you heard him groan behind you.

You actually heard him groan.

Your excitement rose when hearing him stand. Your core pulsed around nothing when the floorboards creaked with him getting closer and you tensed when he knelt down behind you. Gasping at the touch of his hand running up between your thighs, he gently squeezed your flesh and ran a finger under the fabric of your denim shorts.

This was a dream, it had to be, but then he spoke and it made you realize how very real this was.

“You’ve been teasing me all damn day, haven’t you?” he asks and you hummed to him. Backing into his hand but he pulls it away and tuts, “Oh no, you just stay right there darlin…Think you can tease me and get away with it?”

The sound of his voice being so dominant and assertive was turning you on more than you could ever imagine. He began inching his hand closer to your heat again, where you wanted it most. More so after Monday night's endeavours.

After he saw you naked on that night, you pleasured yourself thinking about him, about how he looked at you and how hard he got. Your hand doesn't compare to the way he feels on your skin right now though.

“I asked you a question, Y/N. Do you think you can get away with the torcher you have put me through today?” leaning down and brushing his lips over your ear, he practically growled, “you have any idea how much I have thought about fucking you today?”

Feeling cocky you acted in the spur of the moment and jibed, “I think I have an idea, considering you keep getting hard every time you look at m- OH Fuck!” He smacked your ass. One, hard and blunt smack to the supple flesh of your ass and you ultimately were subdued. You moaned to him, wanting more.

“Sounds like you liked that, girl,” hooking his fingers inside your shorts, he began pulling them down while popping the button at the front open with his other hand. Joel licked his lips and ducked down, kissing the flourishing pink mark of his spank, peppering more kisses to your skin as he moved around towards your core.

“Joel, please,” you whined. Dreaming of his touch for too long now, you are soaked from his ministrations so far. You need him and he is taking his time with you. It must be his way of punishing you, for all that you’ve done today.

Placing your head to the floor, you braced for the contact of his mouth reaching your cunt and when he finally kissed you where you really wanted to, your mouth fell open with a wanton gasp slipping out. Arching your back into him, he was as ready as you were and dove in.

Pawing at your ass with his hands, he spread your folds and licked through your slit. Flattening his tongue against your clit before swiping it side to side. Your toes curled in your shoes from the pleasure he was inflicting. It was everything you’ve imagined it to be and more.

Your orgasm building quickly, he aided the rise of it by slipping his finger inside your pulsing cunt. Making you writhe within his grip from the unexpected yet very welcomed intrusion. Joel growled into your pussy, the vibrations of his satisfied noises adding to your pleasure and you clenched around him.

Adding another finger, then curving it into a come hither motion and stroking your walls, you cried out to him in response. Crying his name with your peak washing over you. Joel lapping up everything that you give like a man starved.

Not even giving yourself the second to recover, you sat up and turned to face him. Finally closing the gap and planting a kiss to his lips. You could taste the sweet tang of your arousal on his tongue and you found the gall to slip your hand down that slight opening of his pants.

“Please darlin, don’t stop,” he grunted, biting your lip lightly when you took him in hand. Hard and firmly sitting in your palm, you began stroking him while trying to work off his pants with your other hand. After seeing your failing attempts, he helped you.

Still kissing you, Joel opened his zipper and pulled his pants down along with his underwear. His cock sprung free, giving you more room to work with and he bucked into your hand impatiently. Pulling down the straps to your shirt with your bra, he took your nipple between his fingers and rolled it around gently.

You were becoming impatient too.

Breaking off and starting to remove your clothes fully, he did the same after noticing what you were doing. You knelt in front of each other, smiling at him and freely letting your eyes roam over his body. Joel smiled too, “Seems fair you get a good look at me, considering I did too..”

Picking up on his jester, you laughed shyly and reached out for his hands. Wrapping them around your back, he pulled you in closer to him and met his lips in another kiss. Joel couldn’t decide where he wanted to look or touch. His eyes glossed over with the expression of your face, you took his breath away with each soft sigh and whimper slipping past your lips.

He was in ecstasy. This was pure ecstasy. Finally feeling your skin against his own, his breath was ragged at acting out his dream of kissing you at last. Calloused hands ran up and down your back, trying to feel every inch of your body.

Your hardened nipples grazed over his chest, leaving a trail of fiery pleasure. The feeling of them, the feeling of you made him pull you closer. He needed more of you. To be so close that you become one with each other.

“Hold on darlin,” mumbling into your mouth, he hooked his arms under your legs and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Expecting him to carry you off somewhere more comfortable, Joel surprised you with staying right here and notching the head of his cock to your entrance. You gasped and he paused for a second before slowly sinking you down onto him.

“Ohh fuck,” eyes rolling shut to relish in the burning stretch, it was a sensual feeling and Joel clung his hands to the underside of your ass for support, sighing deeply and heaving heavy breaths while he kept sinking.

Burying himself to the hilt slowly and pulsing around him, he waited a few moments to savor the moment. Gently placing his forehead to your own, you opened your eyes to find his were closed. His mouth agape and breathing heavily while he asked, “c-can I move?”

The sight of him when he opened his eyes to look at you was like no other. Pupils blown wide with a deep burning desire - for you. Nodding and leaning in to kiss him again, Joel swallowed your delightful moan when he lifted you off, leaving only the tip inside before carefully dropping you back down onto him.

You were dripping. Soft, warm and dripping with your arousal, you were soaked and you were soaking him too with each roll of his hips. It was slow and deep, passionately slow while he kissed you through it all, enjoying every single movement he felt as he made love to you and keened at the sounds of his cock penetrating your pussy.

“Fu-Uh, Uh-uck,” moans broken apart over the sounds of his thighs slapping your skin. Joel picked up his pace a little and it was overwhelmingly good in all the right ways. You audible responses in his ear causing a groan to bubble up from his throat, urging him on to continue his rhythm.

Joel was holding you. He was directing each and every movement, and all you could do was cling to him. Cling to his shoulders and bask in his powerfully satisfying actions. The peak of your orgasm was racing towards you, he felt you clench and he stuttered a warning, “d-darling, you’re gonna m-make me c-cum.”

“Safe.. I-Im safe, J-joel,” babbling to him in return, his hands that were purchased on your ass squeezed and he kept going. Kept making love to you till you inhaled sharply, legs wrapping around his back and tensing before you moaned loudly into his ear. The flood of your climax engulfing you.

Joel buried his head into your neck, nipping at your skins while his hips faltered through your vice-like grip. Reduced to grinding instead, the soft hairs of his mound stimulated your clit, making you clench even more and that was enough to send him over the edge.

It felt like an orgasm on top of an orgasm.

Feeling his warmth spread and fill you up was paradisiacal. Heavenly, divine and delightful to feel his twitching cock inside of your puling cunt, Joel kept grinding, kept pulling you onto him while he fucked his cum deep and you were floating in the pleasure of it all.

It was love. Nothing but pure loving intimacy and hot passion. A deep chemistry and bond between you both, you could feel it. You loved the man before you. You love Joel Miller and the realisation of it stung your eyes with a fearful nip that he wouldn't feel the same way.

Kissing your trembling lips softly and tilting his head to the side, Joel could sense everything you were feeling. He was overwhelmed with the same emotions and he mumbled, "I love you. I know darlin, I feel it too and I love you too, Y/N."

Chest filling with warmth and assurance, you didn't even utter a word. Joel could feel your love and he was the one who admitted it first.

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